I heard that I am an affectionate male supporting role [Transmigration Book]

During the 15 years abroad, Cang Yu did not often celebrate the New Year with others.

The meaning that the year symbolizes has nothing to do with him, what's more, most of the time Cangyu is in a desperate place that is inaccessible, whether it is a desert or a high mountain. Those scenic spots in the world always have a time limit, and ordinary people may spend several years climbing Or the difficulty of overcoming it is easy for him.

It's just that Cangyu also has a weakness. He misses someone in Qingqiu, so he walks in a hurry, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, he doesn't have the heart to appreciate it.

But after all, there are exceptions.

Even with the help of Shui Qingqing, Cangyu was inevitably injured after picking the magic grass and leaving the demon world. These herbs soaked in demon energy for many years are not good things at all. If they are just handed over to Xie Tongyou, I am afraid We had just met, and had to attend his funeral the next day.Dispelling the devilish energy from the magic grass, Cangyu spent his only new year in the world at Xie Tongyou's residence before he knew it.

Of course, the New Year is very lively, not to mention being in a bustling city like Ning'an, and Cangyu lives in a rare wealthy family, no one restricts him to follow the rules and etiquette, which saves a lot of trouble The hustle and bustle of the Chinese New Year, even though those things have nothing to do with him.

But thinking about it carefully, it was one of the few bright landscapes he had seen in the past 15 years.

When Cangyu was busy, she never thought about Xuan Jie, but once she calmed down, she began to miss him a little. On New Year's Day, everyone was busy, and the servants were busy serving the master and reunion with the family, busy asking for rewards, busy going to the house. In and out, inside and out.Xie Tongyou is not busy, but he is the head of the family after all, so he is not idle, and because he is getting older, the children, nephews and children below are quite filial, so please ask him to go to rest first.

The two of them had a moment of free time and got together to talk for a while.

The paint produced by the magic grass still needs to be tested. Xie Tongyou's eyes are not very good. Fortunately, he still has a deep memory of what he learned back then, so the progress is not slow.

No matter how busy she was, she had to take some time to rest. Cangyu was sitting by the small pool drinking, and the red lanterns hung from the bamboo branches to the corners of the eaves outside, illuminating the entire Xie Mansion as if it were on fire.There are even small river lanterns floating in the pool. The paper shell trembles slightly with the wind, and the sparks inside twist the waist, as if the stars in the sky have fallen into the pool.

This is not the most beautiful scene Cangyu has ever seen. He still remembers the Yuelao Lantern Festival in that small fishing village, the two faint lights wandering in the sea, and the flame burning on Xuanjie's body.

Such flames are as choking and eager as the wine Cang Yu drank.

"Isn't it boring to drink alone?" Xie Tongyou's back looked slightly bent, he was already old, and naturally he was not as prosperous as he was decades ago, but his affection for Jun Yuxian seemed to be the same for ten years Burning like the sun, supporting this old and tired body.

Cangyu laughed and said, "If you drink it, I'm afraid you'll fall to the ground unconscious."

Xie Tongyou just smiled and didn't say anything else, he came here to beg for a drink, so he let it go if he couldn't get it, and asked: "The front hall is lively, it's rare once a year, why don't you go to the front hall to get together , even though this place is quiet, it's just unavoidably deserted."

"I don't like excitement." Cangyu shook his head. He has already passed the age when young people like excitement. Better, said in a gentle voice, "But Xuan Jie loves to be lively. Although he doesn't talk about it, I know that he loves novelty things and seeing different scenery in the world. If he were here instead, he would be very happy."

Xie Tongyou suddenly lost his voice, Cangyu couldn't help but look over, seeing that he was just staring at her in a daze, she couldn't help asking: "What's wrong? What's wrong with me?"

The old man's hand gently stroked the slippery stones. The water in the pool was icy cold. It was winter, and even though he was wearing a thick robe, he could still feel the coldness pervasive. The white snow flakes, he said softly: "There is nothing wrong, but I am somewhat envious. There is nothing more touching in this world than the reverberation in the empty valley."

"what for?"

Xie Tongyou smiled, and withdrew his withered hand, his health in this life was not very good, even if his life was extended, at this age he was still thin and tall, so he looked a bit thin, Huatou After turning around, he suddenly mentioned something irrelevant: "A few years ago, there was a villager outside the city who wanted to dig a well. He said there was water, so he let it go, but after a long time, there was no water. "

"Oh?" Although Cangyu didn't quite understand what this matter had to do with digging a well, she still followed Xie Tongyou's words and asked, "Is there water in the end?"

Xie Tongyou said in a daze: "I thought, at most, there was no water in the ancient well, but in fact, he had no water in the first place. I always thought that if I kept working hard, there would always be water. Only in the end did I realize that I The waves that I thought I could finally create by my own power were just the sound of tentative stones being thrown on the well.”

Cangyu froze for a moment, feeling that he didn't understand, he suddenly wondered if Xie Tongyou was talking about digging a well.

"From the beginning to the end, I just thought that there should be, the responses I got, and the possibilities I thought were just self-righteous, just because I spent so much effort, I even didn't hesitate to deceive myself."

Cangyu said softly: "It sounds like this well was very difficult to drill."

"There is no well." Xie Tongyou smiled bleakly, "I just thought there was one."

It wasn't until half a month later that Cangyu saw the abandoned dry well outside Zhuangzi when he went out to relax, and then he understood what Xie Tongyou meant. The ice and snow gradually melted, and frozen mud clods piled up at the bottom of the well like bricks. A few flecks of mud that had been dug out froze into stones and scattered, just like Xie Tongyou's affection for throwing in the well.

This is a dry well, no matter how deep it is dug to the bottom, no water will come out.

Xuan Jie has an odd temper and is always unreasonable. When getting along with him, even Cang Yu often feels helpless. Xie Tongyou said that he is a voice from the sky, which is really good.In fact, sometimes Cangyu herself feels that it is only natural that he likes Xuan Jie. He has been attracted to Xuan Jie all this way, but why Xuan Jie likes him always seems to be illusory. It is indeed true.

It's fine when you can't figure it out, but when you figure it out, you miss Xuan Jie more and more.

The following days are not difficult, because it is easy for literati to draw a picture, but it is not so easy to cover the mountains, rivers and seas of the world, and to be compatible with the beauty of the world.The magic grass can emerge and record people's thoughts, what they see and hear, and mix many landscapes together to form a natural illusion. With the help of the magic grass, outsiders can see the scenery they have seen , many experiments are still needed.

Cang Yu never saw what Xie Tongyou drew, and the old man didn't reveal anything, but he could roughly guess it.

There is love and infatuation in life, how can we bear this kind of affection, even if we want to hide it, it will eventually jump out and show it.

Naturally, there is nothing to explain these things to Xuan Jie. Even if he did, according to his personality, I am afraid that there is nothing worth touching or regretting. This race itself loves brains, and it can be seen by looking at Shi Qing more or less.

Those affections that spur Cangyu to move forward, keeping his feet off the ground and not stopping for a moment, wander out of other people's lives, and float forward like bait, urging Cangyu to return to Qingqiu.

He stayed with Xuan Jie for 21 years, the first few years were fine, but the last few years felt bored, it seemed that every day was like this, boring and not interesting.Zhuzhao was seriously injured, and he only woke up once in ten days and a half months. It was a replica of Liuli Palace, except that at that time there was always Xuan Jie standing with him, but this time it was Cang Yu who drew the ground by himself.

Cangyu left Qingqiu, not necessarily without the idea of ​​taking a breath, but the farther he walked, the closer his heart was to Qingqiu. When the painting was successful, his heart almost flew to Xuanjie's side.

"What are you thinking?" Xuan Jie didn't quite understand why Cangyu was lost in thought, so he lightly rubbed his nose against his cheek, just like the prototype, very intimate.

Only then did Cangyu come back to her senses, and said with a smile, "It's nothing, I'm just thinking about some old things, and they're all things that you wouldn't be interested in talking about."

"As long as it's about you, I'm interested." Xuan Jie retorted, "It doesn't matter what you want to say."

In 15 years, for ordinary people, half a lifetime has passed. It can turn a baby who has just been born into a handsome and handsome young man, and can turn a heroic young man into a middle-aged man with heavy responsibilities. Turn a middle-aged man who still has enough energy into an old man with gray hair.

But Cangyu's hair was not gray, and the burden on his body was not heavy, he floated across the world like duckweed, and finally fell into Xuanjie's arms.

The days are short and the days are long.

So Cangyu laughed helplessly. Behind him were the lotus shadows in the Jiangnan water town. Those unbloomed flowers and those undefeated leaves were swaying in the frivolous wind under his slender fingers, like stacks of women. The fluttering green dress brings vitality to this desolate and lonely fire spirit.

What should I say?

Talk about fifteen years of travel notes, talk about those friendships with beginning and end, talk about love and hatred in this world, talk about the spring, summer, autumn and winter in this world, talk about the joys encountered on the way when you come, and talk about the endless sorrows when you go.

In the end, Cangyu just leaned gently next to Xuanjie's ear, and said a sweet word that had never been promised.

"The two of us will never be separated again."

The four seasons in the world, how can it compare to the affection of waiting in the barrenness.

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