Fall in love and save the world

At night, a group of dissolute people from all walks of life in Fengming's mansion sat together, holding wine glasses together. The moonlight shone on these people and covered them with a thin layer of gauze, drinking heavily and laughing loudly.

"Let me tell you that this year has been so bad for me, I am so aggrieved. My wife insists on not allowing me to drink alcohol or eat meat. If you say that, I might as well become a monk!" While talking, he raised his head and poured the wine into his stomach.

"Why are you talking about this in Chinese New Year? Isn't it telling you to drink and eat meat now? This still can't stop your mouth." A beautiful woman next to the rough man rolled his eyes and stretched out his hand to pinch his waist The big man in pain almost stood up from the stool, but he dared not speak back and gasped for breath.

The people gathered together burst into laughter when they saw this scene, with kindness in their eyes.

"By the way, Chu Ye, it's the New Year's Eve, don't you bring yours for us to see?" In order to cover up his embarrassment, the big man unscrupulously pulled Chu Ye out as a shield.

Chu Ye, who was sitting next to Feng Ming, couldn't help laughing when he looked at him, "He's not in good health. It's too cold and I asked him to wear thicker clothes. He doesn't have internal strength like us and can keep out the cold. He gets sick from the cold." It’s over, it’s still me who loves you.” When he said it, the love in his tone could be heard by everyone, especially those men with their families, who were hard-pressed by Chu Ye’s comparison.

"You kid is too unnatural. It took us so long to get to know each other. On the contrary, the two doctors, Feng Ming and Wu Li, knew it before us." A young man with a baby face teased Chu Ye.

"That's right, that's right. We're still not your brothers." If there was one who took the lead, there would be booing, and with the addition of the Chinese New Year, this group of guys became even more unscrupulous.

Chu Ye was not polite when they said that, "Feng Ming pulled him back from the gate of hell with his own hands. How many years did Wu Li save Shen Mo's life? What can you do? Seeing you like this, I'm afraid to scare him. There was a smile in Chu Ye's tone, while Wu Li and Feng Ming, who were flattered by him, didn't even bother to give him a blank stare, and were obsessed with what was in the cup.

It is precisely because they know that they are in a good relationship that they dare to say that. Everyone here will not be angry because of a word.

While they were talking, Shen Mo was already dressed like a ball and stood at the gate. The laughter in the yard made him, who hadn't participated in it, feel warm.

As the host, Feng Ming was the first to see Shen Mo, "Here you are?" After speaking like this, the people in the yard also followed his gaze, and found a young man carved in powder and jade. Thick but not bloated, but more cute.

The face was carefully nurtured by Chu Ye to make a little baby fat. When he smiled at them, he showed a small canine tooth. His eyes were as clear as fine obsidian. I feel that this young man is not a character from the same world as them.

He is suitable to be a well-protected young master in a wealthy family, and he is also suitable to be a cunning, clever and pampered junior. He is definitely not suitable to be so rude and unrestrained to tell them such nasty jokes.

Chu Ye picked up the cloak beside him and shook it, walked to his side and put it on him, "How can you come out after wearing this?"

"I don't wear enough clothes!? My father almost brought me here wrapped in a quilt. It's too hot without clothes!" Shen Mo's unconcealable sense of luxury became even more obvious when he opened his mouth.

The originally lively banquet cooled down a little bit.

Seeing that he didn't want to wear the cloak, Lu Ze patiently put away the cloak and waited for him to wear it when it was cold.

Everyone who saw this scene looked at each other, and couldn't believe that this person who looked like a housekeeper was that man called ghost fairy, that carefree and ethereal man.

Wu Li, who had been drinking in silence, glanced at Shen Mo and snorted coldly, "If you got frostbite, I wouldn't prescribe frostbite ointment for you, and I believe Feng Ming wouldn't either."

Hearing his words, Feng Ming nodded in agreement, expressing his agreement.

Shen Mo, who was still arrogant to Lu Ze just now, suddenly froze, put on the cloak obediently, and smiled beside Wu Li, "Master, you see, I listen to you more, and I will put it on if you let me put it on. Let's have a discussion, can I put less Coptis chinensis in my soup?"

Shen Mo's cautious expression made Chu Ye shake his head helplessly. Shen Mo has been determined by him in this life, knowing that even if he is wronged, he will not make him feel bad.

As a doctor, Wu Li was not as easy-talking as Chu Ye, and when he lightly released the wine glass in his hand, Shen Mo was startled by the sound he made.

"If you ask Chu Ye to help you reduce the amount of Coptis chinensis in the prescription, don't call me master in the future, I can't afford it." Wu Li himself has an iceberg face, he is scary when he is not angry, and it is even worse when he is angry , Shen Mo, a strong outsider and middle-aged man, stopped working immediately.

He lowered his head and felt aggrieved. His expression aroused the motherhood of some female family members in the venue. A young woman next to him stroked the top of his head as if she were a son, and comforted him: "If you know Wu Li Guy, you should know that he is doing this for your own good. Those of us here used to go to him if we had no money for medical treatment. It will take a lot of time to save us."

Shen Mo wasn't too sad at first, but after being comforted like this, he immediately regained his energy.He smiled heartily at the young woman, "I know, Master is like this."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Li beside him snorted coldly, and the chopsticks penetrated the ground at his feet, causing Shen Mo to tremble and hide behind the young woman, causing everyone to laugh.

Seeing Shen Mo like this, the awkwardness in some straight-minded men disappeared, and they raised their wine glasses to let Shen Mo have a drink, but it was only Chu Ye, Feng Ming and Wu Li who joined forces to suppress their thoughts.

Even so, they still drank over three rounds of wine, and when they were all drunk, Shen Mo was given a few sips and no one cared, lying on the table drunk, unable to see everything in front of him clearly .

Jiu Yue looked at them in the sky, and seemed to be laughing too.

Chu Ye reached out to hug Shen Mo, he couldn't be treated like those rough guys, he would feel distressed if he got frostbite.

Looking down and seeing his drunk side face, I couldn't help but sigh, "I don't know how to drink, but I always refuse anyone who comes, I really thought you were me? Are you drunk after a thousand cups?"

"They are your friends, heh--headache." Shen Mo rubbed his head against his chest as he spoke, the blush on his cheeks added to his charm.

Chu Ye put him on the bed, reached out and rubbed his temples gently, hoping to help him relieve the discomfort of being drunk.

Looking at his blushing cheeks, Chu Ye's full of pride turned into soft fingers, how could people not love him like this.

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20 years later.

"You also know his physical condition. If you hadn't traveled around all these years to find all kinds of precious herbs to hang him, he would have died long ago. If you want to compare your life with a martial arts practitioner like you, it's simply impossible. It's just a daydream." Wu Li neatly put away the dried herbs in his hand.

"Is there really nothing to do?" Chu Ye, who was over half a hundred years old, looked at the person lying in the room, and his heart was already filled with sorrow.

"If I use strong medicine to hang him, he can live sickly for a year, and he can live in this state of seemingly nothing, and he can live for half a year. You can choose." Wu Li knew that the two of them were deeply in love. , and having spent so much time with Shen Mo for so many years, he has already regarded him as a friend, so he has worked so hard to treat his illnesses, but now that the medicine is ineffective, he really has no choice.

Chu Ye silently patted Wu Li on the shoulder. If it wasn't for him for so many years, Shen Mo would have turned into a handful of bones long ago. He has done everything he can.

"Thank you." Brothers don't need too many fancy rhetoric, they can understand simple words better.

Then Chu Ye turned his head and went back into the room, and saw Shen Mo half lying on the bed, playing with a doll in his hands, fine lines appeared on his face, his face was also a little pale, and he looked extremely haggard, but no matter what kind of Shen Mo was In Chu Ye's eyes, they are all the prettiest.

Chu Ye sat beside Shen Mo, and when he was about to tell Shen Mo about his physical condition, Shen Mo spoke first.

"Don't put on that expression, don't forget that you are a famous ghost, this expression about to cry is not suitable for you." He stretched out his hand and tugged at Chu Ye's cheek.

He who has already stepped into the coffin has lost the frivolity and carelessness of his youth.

"You are so smart, you must have thought of what I want to say." Chu Ye knew that he didn't want to see himself sad, so he pretended to be relaxed and said.

"Let's live in seclusion in the mountains. Even if we only have half a year to live, I want to be with you every day for this half year." Shen Mo grabbed his hand, and there was love that couldn't be concealed in his eyes.

The rolling emotions in Chu Ye's chest made him unable to calm down for a long time, no matter how uncomfortable he felt, he still smiled and said, "Okay."

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Once out of the valley with beautiful mountains and clear waters, a young man who had just entered the rivers and lakes said to a gray-haired old man: "Senior, why did you quit the rivers and lakes at that time?" The young man tilted his head in confusion and asked.

The gray-haired old man gave a hearty smile, put his hand on the stone tablet beside him, and said to the young man who knew nothing about sorrow, "Of course I have something more important than the rivers and lakes and those swords and swords in my heart."

"I don't believe it. How could there be anything more important than happiness and hatred in this world. Don't lie to me, senior." The young man looked at him dissatisfied, while the old man shook his head with a smile and said nothing more.

The old man was breathing more and more heavily, and every breath was a torment for him, but his hand was reluctant to touch the name on the stone tablet, not wanting to leave.

In the end, the old man who was exhausted finally leaned on the stone tablet and closed his eyes, instead of struggling in pain, he had a relieved smile on his face.

The young man standing aside and watching silently put the old man in another joint burial tomb that had already been dug, and covered the old man with soil bit by bit.

"Don't worry, senior, I will go through this river and lake for you, and you can meet your uncle in another world. My father said, don't be sad, this is the best ending for you."