Night Talk Hundred Stories

The mist in the mountains shrouded halfway up the mountain, like a layer of misty veil, and the scenery in the mountains seemed to be isolated from the blue sky of the outside world, only quietly confined to their own small world.

The forest is full of greenery, and the young grass leaves that have just emerged are huddled together in a fluffy group, and there are still dewdrops that have not had time to disperse in the morning. Occasionally, the wind blows those small pearls to the ground. , Dissolved into a piece of green, so that people can no longer find the trace.

The dense leaves cover the blue sky and the sunlight, only a little bit of luster is sprinkled, like the golden powder unintentionally sprinkled by the gods, soft and delicate.

"It's so beautiful..." Qing He raised his head, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at the tall trees in front of him, but was almost dazzled by the thick greenery, and couldn't help but reach out and grab the corner of the clothes of the people around him, as if asking for advice Asked: "It looks comfortable, doesn't it?"

"Indeed...you like it?"

The young man beside him held his hand, nodded, and straightened his clothes for him. The soft Luochun shirt made the young man's figure more and more slender.

Behind the two of them was a boundless white expanse, and the thick and clean snow seemed to cover the whole world, showing a bit of emptiness and desolation.

"I like it," Qinghe nodded, then turned to look at Daxue behind him, the corners of his mouth curved into a nice arc: "But, I still like our Wanyu Mountain the most, and I always feel that this place seems to be missing something. "

Hei Yao raised his eyebrows and smiled, his eyes turned to the two completely different scenes beside him, and there was a trace of nostalgia in his words: "The snow on Wanyu Mountain...is beautiful."

As if responding to his words, the falling snow not far away became stronger, and a few crystal clear snowflakes mixed with the winter wind staggered and fell in front of Hei Yao.

Hei Yao stretched out his hand to catch the snowflakes, but in a short while, the snowflakes melted into a few drops of water in his palm. Hei Yao looked down at the water drops, and suddenly clenched his hands, smiling at Qinghe: "Go!" stop."

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It really couldn't be easier for the two of them to find this place.One is that the mountain is warmed by extremely warm spiritual power, and the other is that both of them can feel that the mountain is very familiar, but they never imagined that the spiritual power in this mountain can be so strong that it protects the forests in the mountain. , can grow safely in this extremely cold winter.

"It's... right here?"

A small doubt bothered the hesitant young man. Qinghe stood in front of a deserted monument and frowned. Along the way, the mountains were warm as spring everywhere. Why is this place full of weeds and dilapidated? ?

...It is obvious that the spiritual power is strongest here, why does the closer you get, the colder you feel?

Qinghe subconsciously raised his head to look at Hei Yao, but the latter took out a sable hood from the void, wrapped it around Qinghe's body, touched his slightly cold fingertips with his hand, and frowned: "It doesn't matter how cold it is." explain?"

"Just now I didn't think..." Qing He shook his head, then took Hei Yao's hand and rubbed it, "Why are you so warm..."

Hei Yao stretched out his hands to warm him up, "Of course I am much more resistant to the cold than you." Seeing Qing He raised his eyebrows in dissatisfaction, he said again: "Don't even think about it, if your own small orchid plant is more resistant to the cold than me, wouldn't it be Isn't it against the law?"

"... That's right." Qing He nodded, then looked down at the remnant stele in front of him that could no longer read the writing on it: "Then, how do we get in?"

Hei Yao suddenly smiled, "Let's let it take us in."

"It?" Qing He tilted his head strangely, following Hei Yao's gaze.

——A small pangolin raised its upper body slightly, with its two short forelimbs tucked in front of its chest, blinking its two small eyes, looking curiously at the two people in front of it.

Qinghe chuckled, stretched out his hand and turned a green fluorescent light, which landed directly on the little pangolin's head. The little guy moved his head uncomfortably, then bent/bent down, and ran towards the two of them.

Shrunk down and sat on the pangolin, Qinghe curiously touched the hard scales under his body, "It's not as comfortable as Hei Yao..." As he said, he stretched out his hand to stroke it again as if confirming, this time very seriously Nodded, "Well, Hei Yao's fur is the most comfortable."

"Don't move around." Hei Yao laughed, stretched out his arms to hug him tightly, and put his chin lightly on the young man's shoulder: "If we had known that sitting was uncomfortable, we would have gone in by ourselves."

Qinghe laughed, stretched out his hand and patted Hei Yao's head to comfort him: "He always said that I haven't grown up, and Hei Yao himself is childish."

Hei Yao let him pat, lazily asked back: "Then, do you think this is fun?"

Qing He thought about it, and nodded honestly. It was the first time he had seen a pangolin, and it was quite a novelty.

"That's good."

Hei Yao smiled slightly, and casually set a restraint around the two of them, then watched the little pangolin quickly waving its claws, and soon dug a small hole in the ground, and got into the hole.

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The little pangolin dug a small tunnel all the way, and soon, a few light spots lit up in front of the dark tunnel, and the two waited patiently for a while, and the little pangolin plopped from the hole it dug into a tunnel. In the tomb.

Only then did Qinghe recover their original bodies. Qinghe picked up the little pangolin and put it back in the small tunnel, "Thank you, let's go back soon."

The little guy turned his head to look at the two people behind him, and immediately ran forward happily.

"Don't keep staring at it, it's gone."

Seeing the young man smiling and watching the little figure go away, Hei Yao frowned in dissatisfaction, stretched out his hand to pull Qinghe, and raised his eyes to the end of the dark tomb passage: "What we are looking for... should be at There."

It wasn't until then that Qinghe noticed the dots dotted among the entangled flower branches, and the light spots on both sides of the tomb passage shone like stars——

"Is this chalcedony?"

Receiving Hei Yao's affirming look, Qinghe was even more surprised: "It's so desolate outside, I thought... this seems to be a tomb ornament that only princes and nobles can afford?"

"Maybe someone with a lot of background?" Hei Yao chuckled lightly, leading Qinghe to walk forward slowly.

Obviously it is an ancient tomb that has been abandoned for a long time, but there is no extra dust in the tomb passage. The flowers and branches on both sides of the tomb passage are still bright, and the complicated patterns are more beautiful and attractive because of the tiny fluorescent lights, stretching each piece very vividly. Branches and leaves, as if there was an artist standing in front of him and painting carefully just a moment ago...

When there were more and more chalcedony on both sides, and the light emitted became brighter and brighter, Hei Yao looked at the stone gate silently guarding the ancient tomb in front of him, and slightly raised the corner of his mouth: "Here we are."

The author has something to say: ——Little Theater——

Little pangolin: Obviously it can go in by itself!Why did Mao want to capture me as a coolie! (#‵′)

Qinghe: Hmm...I haven't seen a pangolin~

Hei Yao: Fun.

Little Pangolin: ...you won. /(ㄒoㄒ)/~~

Qinghe: So... this small theater is called "That's right, my Gongjun is very naive!" "……?

Hei Yao: ...