【Ice Autumn】Crossing Mountain Spring

Regarding the male lead's mental health issues, Shen Qingqiu felt that it was necessary for him to ask.

Thinking of this, Shen Qingqiu couldn't help but shed bitter tears for himself.

When Luo Binghe is unhappy, he wants to coax him; when Luo Binghe is hurt, he wants to comfort him; if Luo Binghe is too clingy to himself, he needs to reflect; Have to guess!

How can he be a master, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a father!

No wonder Luo Binghe once wanted to say "I don't have a father, only a master".exactly.At least being a father doesn't have to sleep with your own wolf cub!

In the middle of the night when late autumn turned to winter, the bamboo forest outside the bamboo house was swaying in the cold wind, and the mountains were rustling.

Shen Qingqiu didn't sleep deeply, there were classics that he hadn't read before going to bed beside the pillow, the cold wind came in from the open window, and the pages of the book rattled.

Shen Qingqiu woke up hazily, glanced at the open window, was about to get up and go to bed, when he suddenly heard a sound outside the window, he was immediately vigilant, and stood up.

After a while, a slender hand groped and reached into the window sill, and carefully closed the window through which the cold wind leaked in.

Shen Qingqiu: ...

You don't even need to think about it, it's Luo Binghe.The child was caught by him and got up in the middle of the night to practice too many times, and he didn't change after several times of training. Shen Qingqiu took a deep breath, turned over and went to Luo Binghe's side room.

There was the boy's aura in the room, but there was no one on the bed, and the only small candle shook slightly.When passing by Luo Binghe's bookshelf, Shen Qingqiu casually glanced at it, and was attracted by a book with the cover torn off.

He didn't remember that Luo Binghe had a hobby of destroying ancient books, wouldn't he even tear off the cover?

Curious in his heart, Shen Qingqiu pulled the book out from the bottom of the pile of books.After flipping through it, I felt that the content of the illustrations was gaudy and incomprehensible. Just as I was about to read it carefully, I heard a cautious sound in my ears.

Shen Qingqiu put down the book, restrained his breath and walked out the door, quietly walking around to the courtyard behind the bamboo house.

With his back facing him, Luo Binghe was wearing only a jacket, sitting cross-legged in the icy cold wind.From Shen Qingqiu's perspective, Luo Binghe's shoulders were trembling slightly.

Shen Qingqiu walked over gently, Luo Binghe was unconscious, his eyes were closed, his brows were furrowed, and a strange flush appeared on his face.

After a while, the flush on Luo Binghe's face faded, revealing a little paleness.Opening his eyes, he saw Shen Qingqiu standing in front of him with a blank face, he was so shocked that he almost fell to the ground, and he faltered and shouted: "Master, Master!!"

Shen Qingqiu turned around: "Come in."

Luo Binghe stayed in place for a moment, lowered his head, and followed Shen Qingqiu into the bamboo house.

Shen Qingqiu stood in front of the bamboo collapse, and said to Luo Binghe: "Lie down."

Luo Binghe's pale face instantly turned red again, and his hands and feet seemed to have nowhere to rest: "...No, Master, I, I, I... Master, let's rest early today!"

Shen Qingqiu said coldly: "Did something go wrong in practicing?"

Luo Binghe didn't dare to look into Shen Qingqiu's eyes, and said in a jiffy: "I, disciple..."

Shen Qingqiu said: "How many times are you going to repeat this? Huh? Really don't plan to kill yourself?"

The more Shen Qingqiu thought about it, the angrier he became, and he almost said "If you dare to go crazy, I don't want you as a teacher" to threaten him, but when he saw Luo Binghe's eyes were red, he was so ashamed that he wanted to get down to the ground. Said it out, with a slow tone: "Lie down, the teacher will adjust your breath."

Luo Binghe immediately lay down obediently, looking at Shen Qingqiu cautiously with his dark eyes.

Shen Qingqiu also lay down, stretched out his arms, and hugged him in his arms.

Luo Binghe felt Shen Qingqiu's chin rest on the top of his head, and a piece of warm palm was pressed against his back. Slowly rubbing, the spiritual power was delivered gently and steadily. Luo Binghe froze all over, and buried his head uncontrollably. , took a deep breath.

Shen Qingqiu's hands froze: "But is there any discomfort?"

Luo Binghe buried his face in his arms, and said in a muffled voice: "No... Master, no, no!"

Shen Qingqiu closed his mouth, and while combing Luo Binghe's body carefully with his spiritual power, he was thinking about how to convey the central idea of ​​"You really don't have to work so hard" to Luo Binghe tactfully and effectively.

The child has worked so hard until he is almost seventeen, but his mind is like a big girl's, delicate and talkative, and very easy to get hurt. Shen Qingqiu is really afraid that some words will hurt Miss Luo's heart again, so he has to teach him again. People secretly twisted their handkerchiefs to wipe away their tears.

The north wind blows, and the sound of thousands of bamboo leaves leaks into the bamboo house through the gaps in the doors and windows. It sounds extremely restless, and it is extremely emotional in this bleak winter night.

Luo Binghe's Adam's apple slid slightly, and the smell on Shen Qingqiu's body was overwhelming. He couldn't help but took a deep breath, and the whole person suddenly became quiet.

Shen Qingqiu sent his spiritual power for a while, and found that the body of the boy in his arms, which had been blown icy by the wind before, was terribly hot.

How is this going! ?

Could it be that I was thinking about things just now, and I lost my mind, and the problem of exporting people came! ?

The body temperature of the boy in his arms was so hot that it seemed like it was going to burn, Shen Qingqiu thought about it for a while, and suddenly felt that this scene was somewhat familiar.

Infinitely cautious, extremely nervous, in a hurry, lost his image and fell into the cold pool...

Lie down, wipe, wipe, wipe, wipe——

Shen Qingqiu's mind froze for a moment, looking at the sweaty person in his arms, he wished he could chop off his own hands that were tightly hugging him.

Shen Qingqiu felt ashamed in his heart, it was not right to let go, it was not right to continue, when he was struggling with everything, Luo Binghe suddenly said: "Master."

Shen Qingqiu bit the bullet and said: "...Huh?"

"The disciple is ignorant, and made the master angry again."

Shen Qingqiu said absently: "Uh...not at all."

Luo Binghe said in a muffled voice: "The disciple knows that if you practice like this, if you don't pay attention, something will go wrong. In severe cases, you will go crazy and your body will be greatly damaged."

So you know it yourself!

It’s not wrong for you to be the protagonist’s golden body, but that’s not how the protagonist’s halo works, right?

Luo Binghe continued on his own: "But Master, if not like this, how can the disciple become stronger as soon as possible?"

Shen Qingqiu took a deep breath: "You are so eager for quick success, why do you look like a disciple of my Qing Jing Peak? You are only a fledgling now, and it is useless to think too much about things that are too far away."

Luo Binghe paused, then smiled vaguely: "Far?"

Luo Binghe's voice sounded a little sad: "Master, what this disciple wants is indeed too far away, and this disciple can't bear it anymore. Master... I am very scared."

Shen Qingqiu's heart trembled, he forced himself to be calm and said, "What are you afraid of?"

With his back turned to him, Luo Binghe said in a low voice: "I'm afraid that when that day comes, the disciple won't get what he wants, and... he won't be able to keep the person he wants. There is nothing."

Shen Qingqiu forcibly suppressed the feeling that was coming up, and knocked on his head: "What are you thinking about every day? Alright, calm down and concentrate."

Luo Binghe said to himself: "...If you can't get it, you don't deserve it."

Shen Qingqiu couldn't lie down anymore, and just about to withdraw his hands and stand up, his wrists were firmly clasped.Lowering his head in shock, Luo Binghe's eyes were frighteningly bright, but his tone seemed like he was about to cry: "Master, if the disciple can't become as powerful as the master, the master will never, ever put the disciple in such a high regard." Yes."

Shen Qingqiu gritted his teeth and said: "...Stop talking. Go back to your room and sleep."

Luo Binghe couldn't bear it anymore.He closed his eyes abruptly, and pressed Shen Qingqiu's wrist against the side of his neck as if he had made up his mind.

Before Shen Qingqiu could react, his body sank, and Luo Binghe had already pressed him on the couch, with a hard heat between his legs.

Luo Binghe's eyelashes trembled violently, lowered his head, and pressed Shen Qingqiu's lips cautiously and reverently.