shut up, shameless old thief

It was rare for Bian Ling to have a good night's sleep. When he got up in the morning and opened the window, it was covered in heavy fog, and he could hardly see the whole view of the courtyard. comfortable.

At this time, he already felt that his health was almost in good shape, and the wound on his abdomen had scabbed over, and it was a little itchy, but at least it wouldn't be as painful as before.

There was silence in the yard, and Bian Ling liked the silence. Standing by the window, he enjoyed the silence for a while, but Ji Bingzhu broke the beautiful morning in a short while.

Ji Bingzhu ran around in the thick fog, not knowing what he was doing, and he was still yelling: "Ah, ah, I can't catch it! Help me stop it! Stop it, not me! Stop it Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I hate you to death!"

Bian Ling: "..."

It's hard to imagine him being so energetic so early in the morning.

Bian Ling leaned against the window and listened to Ji Bingzhu for a long time, but he was so surprised that he didn't feel bored. After a while, the thick fog slowly dissipated, and Ji Bingzhu was standing in the yard dressed in blue... in dark clothes, There was another layer of blackness that could not be seen on the face.

Bian Ling: "..."

The corners of Bian Ling's lips twitched, and his elbows supported the window lattice and almost slipped down. He kept calm and said coldly to Ji Bingzhu's gaze, "Senior."

The dark senior raised his lips towards him, revealing his white teeth, which were even whiter against his dark face, and he said: "Good morning, Ah Ling, don't you want to sleep for a while? The sun is still shining now. Didn't come out yet."

Bian Ling has been getting up before dawn to practice since he was a child. Sometimes he can't even eat breakfast. He works very hard. He has woken up at an earlier time, let alone now that the sky is bright.

Bian Ling didn't speak, because he knew that even if he didn't speak, Ji Bingzhu could still ask and answer questions and chatter endlessly.

Sure enough, Ji Bingzhu didn't have the tendency to wait for Bian Ling to talk at all, and said to himself: "But it's good, going to bed early and getting up early is good for your health, and you are still injured, so it should be so."

Bian Ling let him talk without moving. He was still a little impatient after listening for a long time, but compared to yesterday, his endurance was so good that it was not at 01:30.

Bian Ling was a little surprised at his adaptability, but in the end he could only attribute it to the eternal truth of "natural selection of the fittest".

Bian Ling took a look at him, and then noticed that Ji Bingzhu was holding a black bird that looked like a crow in his hand. He was pinching the long neck of the bird, and was flicking the flesh on it. feather.

Bian Ling frowned: "What is that?"

Ji Bingzhu was pulling the longest feather off the crow's body, when he heard this, he raised his head and let out an "ah".

He didn't seem to have expected that Bian Ling would take the initiative to ask him something, because from yesterday to now, Bian Ling has always treated him very coldly, and thanks to Ji Bingzhu's natural optimism, if it was someone else, Bian Ling would have been kicked out of the house long ago.

Ji Bingzhu stared blankly at him, and loosened his hand unconsciously. The crow that he had only caught early in the morning fluttered his beak and pecked his face hard. He immediately squatted down with his head in his arms. down.

Ji Bingzhu: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh), I just want one of your feathers!

Bian Ling: "..."

After the crow flew away aggressively, Ji Bingzhu stood up with his head in his arms. A piece of ash was rubbed off his dark face, and his skin suddenly turned red. He covered his face carefully, and took a few breaths in a low voice. , It seems that the pain is not light.

Bian Ling suddenly felt a little pitiful for him.

But before this sympathy appeared for a while, it was wiped out by Ji Bingzhu's washbasin of medicine.

Ji Bingzhu brought the medicine in front of him with a smile, and there was a red mark on his face that had been pecked by a bird. His miserable appearance coupled with the nauseating medicine really made Bian Ling feel that he was irritating and annoying. Pitiful.

In the end, Bian Ling still pinched his nose with a dark face and drank it.

After Bian Ling finished drinking, Ji Bingzhu took out a small paper bag from his tattered sleeve, held it in both hands and handed it to Bian Ling.

Bian Ling frowned: "What?"

Ji Bingzhu smiled until his eyes were bent: "Candied fruit."

Bian Ling frowned even deeper, thinking that I'm not a child anymore, but seeing last Ji Bingzhu's black and white eyes, he suddenly couldn't bear to say it, so he had to open the small bag of candied fruit, squeezed one and put it in his mouth contains.

Ji Bingzhu looked at the small bag of candied fruit eagerly, and said, "Is it delicious?"

Bian Ling nodded.

Ji Bingzhu said again: "I thought the candied fruit would go bad after 700 years, but I didn't expect it to be as delicious as before, so I don't worry."

Bian Ling: "Pfft!"

700 years!

Ji Bingzhu: "Ah, why did you throw up? Didn't you just say it was delicious?"

Bian Ling covered his mouth, gritted his teeth and glared at Ji Bingzhu. Ji Bingzhu looked completely dazed and didn't know what you were angry with. Bian Ling couldn't vent his pent-up anger, so he had to endure it and hold himself back for a while. half dead.

Bian Ling said weakly: "You, go."

Ji Bingzhu asked suspiciously: "Don't you eat it? I have saved it for 700 years, and I am not willing to eat it myself."

Bian Ling became even more powerless: "What are you saving it for?"

Ji Bingzhu laughed twice, and a silly smile appeared on his dark face: "I can't eat it now, I have to wait until I can eat it."

Bian Ling wondered: What do you mean you can't eat now?

As soon as this thought came to him, he began to feel that there were suspicious points everywhere in this small courtyard, not to mention Ji Bingzhu - he was full of suspicious points all over his body, so he said that the strange layout in this courtyard, the bamboo forest and the poinciana tree Each half of the courtyard is located in the middle of a small road paved with bluestone slabs. If you look closely, there is still a trace of aura on the bluestone slabs.

Bian Ling was so dangerous that his expression collapsed, watching Ji Bingzhu's face change again and again, and after a while he finally asked the question he had been wanting to ask: "Who the hell are you?"

Ji Bingzhu was wrapping up his expired little candied fruit little by little as if he was a treasure. Hearing this, he raised his head, said "ah", and said in doubt, "Me? Me? Oh, me, I, Ji Bingzhu Ah, I told you yesterday, huh? Did I forget to tell you yesterday? No, how could I remember..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he had a tendency to talk endlessly, Bian Ling rubbed the center of his brows, interrupted him and changed the question: "Then what exactly is this place?"

Only then did Ji Bingzhu stop the question of whether he had told Bian Ling his name, and after thinking about it, he said, "This is Houshan."

As he spoke, he kept a cute expression and looked at Bian Ling eagerly.

Bian Ling: "..."

--Gone?

It was a rare time for Ji Bingzhu to talk less, and at this moment when he should not talk less, Bian Ling was so angry that he almost vomited blood, so he had to ask again: "Then why are you alone here?"

Ji Bingzhu tilted his head: "I don't know, I've been here a long time ago. Do you know, Ling? Why am I the only one here? I'm really curious. Trash, it's so angry that it doesn't know."

Bian Ling: "..."

Bian Ling took a deep breath, then let it out slowly, his expression had changed to the original expressionless face, he felt as if he had given up fighting against a certain fate, even the veins on his face were twitching because of Ji Bingzhu's anger just now They all gradually returned to calm.

He kept calm and said lightly, "I don't know either."

Ji Bingzhu looked a little disappointed, and said "oh", looking a little disappointed.

Bian Ling said again: "Then how do I get out?"

Ji Bingzhu's eyes lit up again, and he said, "I don't know, do you know? I also want to go out, but I have tried for 700 years, but I have never gone out."

Bian Ling: "..."

Bian Ling pressed the center of his eyebrows, rubbed it lightly, and said after a while: "I'll rest first."

Saying that, regardless of Ji Bingzhu's reaction, he turned around and walked into the room, and slammed the door heavily with a "bang".

Ji Bingzhu's small shoulders trembled from the sound of the door slamming, and he looked at the closed door with a guilty conscience, not knowing what he said that angered Bian Ling.

He doesn't have the consciousness to regard himself as the master at all. If others look at it, they will think that Bian Ling is the master of the yard, and Ji Bingzhu is the one who depends on others.

Ji Bingzhu: "Ah."

No one knew what he was doing, he stretched out his hand and touched his dirty face, only to belatedly realized that his face was covered with dirty things from boiled medicine.

Ji Bingzhu took a bath at the back of the courtyard, and then thought that his clean clothes were still in the room, so he had to grab a green leaf and throw it on his body. The slender body wraps around.

Ji Bingzhu ran to knock on the door. His hair hadn't been cut for an unknown amount of time, and it was still hanging on the ground. Ji Bingzhu had to put half of his hair on his arm, and his black hair was still dripping wet. .

Bian Ling opened the door, and was about to speak with a cold face, when he caught sight of Ji Bingzhu's clean face, and immediately swallowed his words.

Ji Bingzhu's clothes made of green leaves were really too thin. It was covered with water droplets on his body, and soon soaked, and he could vaguely see the fair skin under the clothes.

Seeing Bian Ling open the door, Ji Bingzhu smiled with his eyes bent: "I forgot to take my clothes."

Bian Ling turned to the side in a daze, and Ji Bingzhu suddenly ran in, rummaged through the closet in his corner, and then found a set of clothes, threw the clothes on his body, and put them in front of him. Ling face changed clothes.

Bian Ling: "..."

Bian Ling turned around abruptly, thought for a while, then took two steps forward, and left the room.

I don't know why, but the base of my ears suddenly turned red.

Ji Bingzhu had no idea what Bian Ling was thinking, so he changed his clothes carelessly, dried his hair, braided it casually and threw it on his shoulders.

Ji Bingzhu took a few steps, stood at the door, and said to Bian Ling outside: "Ah Ling, do you want to go out to play? I just want to go to the gate of the back mountain today to see the wine I buried before. If you want Go, I can take you to see the gate of the back mountain, I get angry when I talk about the gate of the back mountain, every time I want to go out, I will be beaten back, it's too much, it's too much!"

Bian Ling waited for him to say a long list before turning back impatiently. Seeing Ji Bingzhu's appearance at this time, he was taken aback for a moment.

Ji Bingzhu was wearing a very ordinary blue shirt, with a braided girdle around his waist that bounded his somewhat slender waist. There was also a blue feather hanging from the girdle, which looked so light that it would fall down at any time. .

He is tall and tall, with a smile on his lips, and his rare beauty is almost compelling. Only then did Bian Ling realize that there seemed to be a red mark between his brows—the red mark was about the size of a knuckle, faintly Under the black hair that was not completely tied in front of his forehead, a shape with two curved arcs could be vaguely seen, as if two thin threads were intertwined.

His face was already so handsome, and with that inexplicable red mark, it made him look even more cool and beautiful - if he hadn't always been talking nonsense to disturb people's quietness, Bian Ling would definitely think that he is a recluse , How could he be so disrespectful to him.

Ji Bingzhu looked at Bian Ling, his eyes that looked like a spring blinked slightly, and his voice was soft and waxy: "A Ling?"

Bian Ling's heart skipped a beat.

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