Inheriting sky-high priced antique shops

The light fell on Yang Ping'an's face through the glass window and the half-covered gauze curtain. The dazzling and warm feeling made people turn their mouths unconsciously, and moved their bodies to the corner of the bed where there was no light.

Xue Wuling watched Ping An curl up in the corner of the bed with the quilt in his arms.

It wasn't until Yang Ping'an couldn't wake up, got up with sleepy eyes, stretched his waist, and got up to wash up that he didn't know that Feng Guixue had come.

With the piano across his lap, he sat quietly in the shop, with two black lacquered boxes on the table.

Yang Pingan sat down opposite him, and Feng Guixue pointed to the box on the table: "I'll return these to you."

The square box looked like an urn. Yang Pingan glanced at the side of the box, and his parents' names were written on it.

Yang Zhikang, Qin Hongying.

It's their urn.

"So it's them?" His finger landed on the box, separated by such a layer of wood, inside were the ashes of his parents. Yang Ping'an didn't ask his parents, he had a feeling, and asked about other things.

Feng Guixue nodded: "Yes."

"And this other box?"

"The remains of Xue Wuling."

It's been so long, there should be only some bones left, Yang Ping'an turned to look at Xue Wuling.

Xue Wuling looked away uncomfortably.

Feng Guixue handed over the things to him, got up and left without saying much.

Fate is over.

Master's knot was untied, and the curse was gone. There was only so much he could do for Master.

It is the master's heart that can dominate everything.

But now that Yang Ping'an loves Xue Wuling, his heart is complete.

After taking the two boxes back to the back room, Yang Pingan discovered that there was a cloth bag on the table, which was blocked behind the two boxes just now.

Yang Pingan picked it up and weighed it in his hand. It was in the shape of a dagger. He exchanged a glance with Xue Wuling and opened the bag.

The cloth bag suddenly moved, and a puff of black smoke spewed out from the mouth of the cloth bag. Yang Pingan raised his hand and threw the cloth bag out. The burning sensation exploded in his eyes, and a pair of cold hands covered it, blocking the burning sensation. .

Yang Pingan stepped back and bumped into Xue Wuling's chest, wrapped his arms around his waist, and a cold voice suppressed his anger: "Ping An, don't move."

Xue Wuling seemed to brush shoulders from the side and walked forward into Yang Ping'an's unknown, and then heard a scream, a bang, and the sound of metal falling to the ground.

When he came back to his senses, his eyes were still dark, and he fell into the same pit for the second time. Yang Pingan backed up until he reached the counter, and the sound of footsteps approached gently.

Xue Wuling took his hand: "Ping An, are you okay?"

"I'm fine... what about the dagger?"

"He's honest, don't worry."

"Oh... Then what about my eyes?" Yang Ping'an was indifferent and calm, but his subtle expression still betrayed his inner anxiety.

Last time Xue Wuling tried to harm him, but he didn't plan to cure him. This time he ran into such a bad thing, how could he be willing to cure himself? !

"It's okay, it will be fine in two days."

Yang Ping'an feels relieved now, it's not as serious as before, and it will be better to take care of himself.

But at the moment, he was useless...

You can't see the road when you walk, you can't see the food when you eat, and you can't see the goods and money when you buy things. Isn't this in Xue Wuling's hands?

Yang Ping'an's life is very distressing. The most important thing is that he can't see where his clothes and pants are when he takes a shower.

Xue Wuling proposed very enthusiastically: "Peace, let me wash it for you."

Where did Yang Pingan dare to provoke him at night, and immediately refused Sanlian: "It's okay, I didn't sweat, I won't wash."

Xue Wuling was very disappointed, so he had to obediently accompany Yang Pingan to sleep. He really wanted to do something, but he always felt that this time was too bullying, and Ping An would be sad.

Yang Pingan felt that he might have thought Xue Wuling too dirty, and thought he would do something indescribable, but he was unexpectedly honest.

There was darkness in his vision, and he fell asleep quickly in a drowsy state. Xue Wuling got up, and tonight was also a night of hard work.

But on this night, Xue Wuling suddenly felt something strange, the moonlight fell on him, and after a moment of contemplation, Xue Wuling walked towards the storage room.

All the antiques in the storage room have been emptied, and the ashes of Ping'an's parents and his wreckage were placed here instead of the antiques.

Looking at the two boxes, what appeared in my mind was the image of Ping An's parents roaring.

He didn't say anything, but he knew in his heart that the matter of Ping'an's parents definitely had something to do with him. As for how deep the relationship was, it was hard to say how much it was involved.

After all, Xue Wuling has self-knowledge, he must not have been a good person before.

He opened the box, and what gave him a strange feeling was his own skeleton. There was a small jar in the box, and when the white porcelain lid was lifted, there were some black irregular stones inside.

This is your own skeleton?

Xue Wuling took the thing out, pinched it with his fingertips, and looked at it. The black stone turned into white broken bones in an instant. Xue Wuling looked at the broken bones in his hand, raised the corners of his mouth, and threw them back into the urn.

When he woke up in the morning, he slept until he woke up naturally. Yang Pingan didn't know what time it was. It was still dark in front of his eyes. When he touched the pillow, it was hot. The sun had already shone on the pillow.

Sitting up and stretching, Xue Wuling silently pressed him up, and stroked the hair on his forehead: "What do you want to eat?"

"It's fine to be light."

Yang Ping'an was still yawning, but Xue Wuling hugged him involuntarily: "Then let's wash up first."

Yang Pingan took the toothpaste handed over by Xue Wuling and began to brush his teeth, feeling that Xue Wuling was acting weird today.

Although Xue Wuling used to be very dog-licking and clingy, but I always feel a little different today.

After washing, Xue Wuling led him into the store step by step. Yang Pingan still felt that something was wrong. After breakfast, Xue Wuling wiped his mouth for him naturally, then had lunch, then dinner, and took care of the store by the way. guests.

It seems that Xue Wuling is not really a fool. When he is needed to support the scene, he is still very capable.

Moreover, what surprised Yang Pingan the most was that Xue Wuling didn't eat his tofu.

What kind of rare and shocking spectacle is this?

That Xue Wuling who sits next to him and hugs his waist, gets closer to sucking his face, and holds hands for a long time.

Surprisingly, a gentleman's hand appeared.

Except for the necessary behaviors such as holding him and hugging him, I can't even come and touch him at other times.

In the evening, it was the most difficult time of the day to make a decision. Should he take a bath or not?

It's too hot to sweat profusely, and it's too uncomfortable not to take a bath continuously.

While Yang Pingan was still thinking about it, Xue Wuling had already found his change of clothes.

He even thoughtfully proposed: "I can't see anything even if you wash in your underwear."

"It's okay for me to wash alone." Yang Ping'an felt that Xue Wuling was poisonous, and he could take a big bath without fear, but it was too shameful to show his body in front of Xue Wuling.

This is definitely not his fault, it is Xue Wuling's fault. If he could treat himself as an ordinary man, he would not have such a serious sense of shame.

But Xue Wuling had a colored filter for himself, as if the exposed flesh on his body was not ordinary flesh, but some kind of extraordinary divine light suddenly appeared.

How can he be so confident and bold?

Xue Wuling didn't care how shameful Yang Pingan was in front of him: "No, it's too dangerous, the floor of the bathroom is so slippery, the body soap and clothes are all in different places, you walk around looking for them, and you fall in the bathroom. What should I do? Or do you think it’s better to let me come in and save you naked?”

"This..." Xue Wuling suddenly had a reason, but Yang Pingan couldn't refute it.

"I won't touch you, I'll help you pass things, don't worry."

Yang Pingan heard a little angry feeling, and his voice was as calm as before, but Yang Pingan could think of Xue Wuling's expression, which was probably expressionless and cold.

Speaking of which, Xue Wuling has been avoiding suspicion since this morning. He also knows that he is uneasy, so did he deliberately keep his distance?

In the end, I still hated him.

Yang Ping'an became uneasy, and nodded: "Okay." He took off his clothes and pants one by one and handed them to Xue Wuling. The underwear must be kept as the bottom line.

Xue Wuling put away his clothes and turned on the shower, the water suddenly fell, Yang Pingan was startled under the shower, Xue Wuling immediately grabbed his arm, and let go after making sure his emotions were stable.

"Shampoo." Yang Pingan spread his hands in front of him, and took the shampoo to wash his hair.

"Shower milk." The foam is rubbed together, and the only thing missing is "I love taking a bath" and the skin is in good condition.

Yang Ping'an washed almost all the places that could be washed.

When Yang Pingan couldn't reach his back, Xue Wuling said at the right time, "I'll rub your back for you."

"Huh?" Yang Pingan did not refuse, but only expressed doubts.

"Use a towel." Xue Wuling stepped back step by step, already helpless.

"Okay, sorry to trouble you." Yang Ping'an turned his back to Xue Wuling.

Xue Wuling grabbed the towel and began to rub his back. Yang Pingan instinctively stood a little forward, trying to dodge.

Because it's so weird!

Xue Wuling just rubbed vigorously and let it go, the watery hot towel gently wiped it over and over.

The cold fingertips still touch the skin from time to time.

All in all, weird, weird, and itchy.

After washing, Xue Wuling turned off the shower, handed over a dry towel, and put the clothes in his hands one by one.

"Pants."

"pajamas."

"Pajama pants."

"I'll go out first, call me when I'm done."

Yang Pingan stood in the same place with his clothes in his hands, feeling a little uneasy in his heart. After changing, he called the person waiting outside the door: "Xue Wuling, I'm fine."

The door lock clicked open, Xue Wuling came over, took his arm, took a few steps forward, and blew his head in front of the mirror.

Of course Yang Ping'an couldn't see his head being blown into a little lion's head, Xue Wuling patiently combed the disobedient hair neatly, and surrendered strand by strand.

When it was time to go to bed, I lay down on the bed, and it was time for Xue Wuling to cool down the bed every night.

Xue Wuling's voice rang in his ears: "Go to sleep, have a good rest, your eyes will heal sooner."

"Yeah." Yang Ping'an lay on his side, with his back facing Xue Wuling, and it was easier to fall asleep curled up like this.

After lying down for a while, Xue Wuling brushed his hair behind him, not touching him, but just stroking the ends of his hair. Yang Ping'an's scalp was numb due to all the subtle movements.

The author has something to say: Now it starts to change three thousand times a day, let me write a little more for this epilogue, to reflect on it.