【Qijie】The Kingdom of Eternal Life

One time when Xiaojie came home, because he suddenly wanted to visit a stray kitten, he took a shortcut and walked into a group of alleys with twists and turns.

It was midsummer at that time, the rusty streetlights were dim at night, probably a thunderstorm was coming, the air was hot and stuffy, and the moths spun around the lampshade feebly, hitting them from time to time, and falling limply .Xiaojie walked forward on the dim streetlights, looking for the stray kitten all the way, but the latter didn't know if he had gone out to visit. He even searched for several alleys where the cat used to haunt, but he couldn't find it.

Xiaojie decided to look for it one last time. If he couldn't find it again, he put the dried fish and canned cat in the alley where he lived the longest, and then went home.

So when he walked to the intersection of the last alley, he saw many shadows entangled together.

A group of gangsters surrounded a person in the center, and Xiaojie's excellent hearing allowed him to clearly capture the conversation where they threatened the other party to hand over their wallets and valuables.The person who was threatened and blackmailed did not speak. He didn't know whether it was a man or a woman, and he didn't know what the other party was planning.Now that this kind of thing has happened, Xiaojie will definitely not ignore it.He squeezed his wrist while praying that the stray cat would not come back at this time so as not to be hurt.

Just when he was about to step forward, he heard a young man's voice, not far or near from the crowd.

"What do you want?"

At first glance, these words actually sound like a sign of weakness.But Xiaojie somehow felt otherwise, probably because his voice was not in a hurry, it was slightly deep, and there was no sense of panic at all. In a sense, it was actually very pleasant to hear.

A little yellow hair laughed: "Take out all the valuables you have on your body."

Another person continued: "I see that the watch he is holding seems to be quite high-end, so he took it off."

A group of people laughed one after another.

"A man who looks so good-looking, like a woman. Is he gay? Hahahahahahahaha!"

Xiaojie couldn't listen anymore, he reached out his hand and took out something from his pocket, he didn't know what it was, whatever it was.At the same time, they shouted: "Hi!"

The yellow-haired gangster instinctively turned his head.

Then he couldn't even hum, and fell to the ground, with a red and swollen mark on his forehead.Xiaojie stood where he was, looked at the group of guys clearly, and said, "It's wrong for you to do this."

This sentence, on another occasion, no matter who said it, can only get a lot of unscrupulous ridicule.But he knocked Huang Mao unconscious just now with almost no effort, and the gangsters didn't even have time to realize how he jumped here from a distance of seven or eight meters in an instant.

They didn't dare to act rashly.I was muttering inexplicably in my heart: Where did this troublemaker come from?

The leader was about to say some polite words to test him, when suddenly his eyes flashed, and he groaned in his heart, and fell down without a word like that little yellow-haired guy who had already gg.Xiaojie was too lazy to talk nonsense with them. He cleaned up a group of scum, clapped his hands, and rubbed his palms on the seams of his trousers before reaching out to the person who had been standing there, leaning against the wall. Silver-haired youth.

"Well, are you alright?"

It just so happened that a bolt of lightning fell, and the silver-white long snake slashed the twilight purple sky into two halves, fading everything into black and white pure light and shadow. After the flash of lightning disappeared, Xiaojie's retinas slowly recovered their color. perception.

The silver-haired youth didn't move or speak.He was leaning against the wall, standing loosely, but taller than Xiaojie who was standing upright.The grayish-yellow street lamp fluttered down above his head, casting a small shadow on his deep nose bridge. When he lowered his eyelids to look over, his stealthy eyes were dim and glancing at Xiaojie.

There is a vague sense of laziness and indifference in him that has nothing to do with himself. This kind of indifference gathers at the corners of his eyes and brows, covering those beautiful eyebrows with a layer of coldness like a wind and snow.

When those rare almost transparent eyes stared at him, it rarely made Xiaojie feel a little uneasy.

As if being stared at by some ferocious beast, I felt a little chilled.

In fact, I don't know why, in fact, just now Xiaojie beat up these gangsters with his hands, and it was a bit of a rush.There was obviously no reason, but he did it anyway.It was probably due to his intuition. Even though the young man hadn't done anything or said anything, he had a very dangerous premonition.

I always feel... If this group of guys are not dealt with quickly, their fate may be even worse.

The silver-haired young man looked at him for a while, and finally he stood up straight, stretched out his hand, and patted his hand lightly, as if he had accepted the kindness from the stranger.

His hands were long and thin and white, with distinct joints. He had just escaped from danger, but his palms were dry and clean.

"Thank you," he said.Xiaojie breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "It's nothing. Are you new to this area? Don't go here alone at night, it's very dangerous."

The silver-haired young man glanced at him again, and said again: "Thank you."

He went out of the alley, and Xiaojie turned back to find the canned cat and dried fish that he had left aside.When I got back to the original place, I found that the stray cat was circling the plastic bag, scratching its head and wanting to eat it, but couldn’t eat it; It probably means "You human being, you don't even open the can for the offering, how can I eat it?"

Xiaojie squatted down, opened the can for it, watched it eat it, and stroked its head.

He watched it eat for a while, only to hear the sound of heartbeats not far behind him gradually moving away.

Even if he was an S-rank sentry, he couldn't hear footsteps.

Xiaojie touched the stray cat's head and said in a low voice: "Oops... I forgot to ask his name." He continued to talk to himself thoughtfully: "But he smells pretty good. .”

The stray cat didn't know why, but for the sake of the delicious canned food and dried fish, it reluctantly raised its head and rubbed against his palm.

Later, Xiaojie went on a long-term mission and was not in the tower for a long time.When I came back, I heard that there was a famous S-level guide who came from nowhere in the tower. It is said that he is very young, powerful, and good-looking, but it is not good. The sentinels hit a nail.

Xiaojie read the information from Kurapika.The new guide has silver hair and silver eyes, and the handsome brows reveal a vague laziness and indifference that have nothing to do with himself.

His name is Qiya Beating the Enemy.

But Xiaojie has never found a chance to get to know him formally. The sentinel is too busy, and always completes a mission without touching the ground, and there is another mission waiting.The guide is also pretty much the same as the dog lives.But Xiaojie is not in a hurry, he always has some strange intuitions, and this time is no exception.And this made him seem to have a certainty that was somewhat strange to outsiders.

He thought that he would always have a chance to get to know this person formally, to know what this person really looked like, to test whether the premonition that made him feel extremely dangerous that night was true.

Although Xiaojie, who was mysteriously confident at that time, never imagined that the opportunity was indeed there, and it was brought to him by others without any effort, and it was the most in-depth and thorough way of understanding in the world.

marriage.

……

Xiaojie thought about it, and felt that life is really impermanent.Marriage can turn out to be like the typhoon Hululu blew up that night when they first met.

Sometimes, habits are really scary things.

Strictly speaking, he and Qi Ya have only known each other for a month.Also because Qi Ya had a long-distance mission before, and he was away from home for a whole week, so there was a discount for one month, which was three weeks.

Three weeks, 21 days.Neither long nor short, just the time it takes to form a habit.

Living together is the best way to see a person's character.Anything can be disguised, except living habits.And living habits are sometimes the best embodiment of a person's character, upbringing and values.

Although the reason is a bit nonsensical, it is a rare opportunity to fully understand Qi Ya, so Xiaojie began to observe Qi Ya by living in Qi Ya's home.

Qi Ya has a magnificent appearance, and his eyes are a rare glass color. Although this color is beautiful, he looks cold when he is not smiling. Recognized as the most inaccessible guide.

But after getting along for a while, Xiaojie found that although Qi Ya was lazy and self-willed, he was actually not as cold as he appeared.

At the beginning, because they were unfamiliar with each other, the relationship between the two people was limited to strangers who lived under the same roof and could speak a few words once they met.Their work and rest schedules are basically the same. Qiya stays in the room most of the time except for handing over tasks. Except for giving him spiritual counseling, eating, and going downstairs when he goes out on tasks, Xiaojie rarely even sees him at other times.

But I forgot when, after Xiaojie took a shower at night and passed the dining table before going to bed, he would find a cup of boiled milk there.

This is probably a tribute to Xiaojie for doing all the housework.Xiaojie has never seen Qi Ya cook before, even if he boils milk, he can't tell his culinary skills.But every time he drank that cup of milk, he still felt the temperature from his throat all the way to his toes, warm and comfortable, as if he was doing spiritual counseling.

I also forgot since when, when they are free, they don’t stay in the room, but talk and laugh on the sofa in the living room, talk about anecdotes in the tower, watch a few movies together with snacks, roll up their sleeves and step on the sofa They compete with each other on the Internet to play controller games, and when the headphones cannot be found, they will share the same pair of headphones and listen to a few songs on the sofa.

At this time, Qi Ya still looked handsome and beautiful, but his eyebrows and outlines were no longer as cold as if they were covered in snow.Qi Ya would also laugh unceremoniously when he heard something funny, and would purse his lips when Xiao Jie found out about stealing chocolate, like an awkward child who was found out by adults but refused to admit that he had done something wrong.When the protagonist and the plot of the movie are too speechless, he can’t help but roll his eyes, although Xiaojie thinks that with Qiya’s appearance, even if he rolls his eyes through the sky, he can shake off those carefully selected movie stars. ten streets.And when he beat Xiaojie in the handle game, like the cat Xiaojie used to visit, he would squint his silver eyes contentedly and smile smugly.

Qi Ya no longer just put milk on the dining table, with an appearance of "like to drink or not", but boiled it in front of Xiaojie, put honey in front of Xiaojie, and then leaned on the table with his arms folded. Looking at Xiaojie by the wall, he finished the milk with his cup in his arms, and then urged him to brush his teeth.

When they were leaning on the sofa, holding a book each, and sharing the same pair of headphones, Qi Ya was tired from reading, so he lowered his gaze slightly, or simply closed his eyes. Extending into the collar, the long legs overlap, and the skin is as white as jade.At this time, the inherent quietness and laziness emerged from his body, but he was still not cold, neither cold nor biting.

Maybe because of the soothing music, he looked a little gentle instead.

……

Xiaojie couldn't help but think of the words that his bastard father who hadn't met a few times rubbed the top of his head and said with a look of embarrassment:

"Son, there are many surprises in life—"

Although every time Leorie mentions his bastard father, he has a look of itchy fists, but Xiaojie himself doesn't hate this close relative who has been teaching him to herd sheep all the year round and ran out to play wild by himself, and even understands him very well practice.Probably because in fact, he and Jin shed the same blood, buried the same unbreakable and unconquerable bones, opened the same pair of eyes of the same color that always look at the world, and had the same pair of eyes. I can't stop, I can't restrain my feet yearning for freedom.

Born of the same soul doomed to die in battle.

Xiaojie is not afraid of death.

He always rushes to the forefront, and always takes "as long as he is injured at the expense of himself, it is not the price" as his code of action. The old wounds on his body are not yet healed, and new wounds are piled up, even if he is scolded by Leorio. The bloody head is unrepentant.

Anyway, he is a fighter, and the road of a fighter is destined to be so short, and he hopes that the roads of the people he protects will be longer and longer. *

Anyway, he was alone all along.If you are alone, even if you leave, even if you have regrets, there will be no worries that you can't let go of.

But Xiaojie looked at Qi Ya at the moment, he looked at this person whose backbone was almost cast with a sharp knife like snow, turned around and walked towards him indifferently, but within a few short steps Inside, in the eyes looking at him, the glaze color melted into snow and frost, as bright as a handful of morning stars.Xiaojie didn't know if Qiya realized that the corner of his own lips changed from a straight line like a knife to a slightly raised smile almost the moment he saw him.That smile is not very cheerful, and the arc is not too big, but it reveals a kind of tenderness unique to Qi Ya.

He walked towards him, wrapped in the cold fragrance of pine wood and snow, and reached out to hold his hand.

He lowered his head and looked at the part of Qiya's wrist protruding from the black cuff and the slightly protruding wrist bone, his long, thin and clean fingers stretched out, and the silver tail ring on the little finger .

He has fair skin, rare hair color, and rare eye color, which is sharp and cold silver at first glance.

But at this moment, Xiaojie doesn't feel that Qi Ya looks like snow anymore.

He felt like a glass of warm milk.

Suddenly, at this moment, he realized very clearly, even never so clearly, that he was indeed not alone.

This person who has melted the wind and snow for him is his guide.

There is a thread that has moved from the deepest realms of their souls, that hangs over the heart and binds them together.

If he fights, this line is his armor.If he is injured, this line is his good medicine.If he went to a faraway place...

This person, along this line, will come to pick him up and go home.

Xiaojie stretched out his hand, held Qi Ya's hand, and grinned at Qi Ya.

Although, the deadline for this line is only eleven months left.

TBC.