Always be relatives with Zha Gong [Quick time travel]

Lin Heng clenched his fingers tightly and did not let go until he realized that his hands were no longer cold.

He picked up the things on the table, and carefully handed them to Wen Ci with anticipation in his eyes.

"Give it to me?"

Wen Ci unwrapped the wrapped cloth, lightly touched it with her slender white hands, and paused.

"Is it Qin?"

Lin Heng's eyes lit up a little.

Lin Heng remembered that the book said that although Wen Ci had no emotions, he liked to play the piano. He was afraid that Wen Ci would get bored if he stayed in the house all the time, so he wanted to buy him a piano.

After searching for a long time, I found this one. The shape is not particularly beautiful, but the shape is full, the black lacquer surface, and the lacquer is broken.

Lin Heng tried to play a few times, and the sound of the piano was clear and bright.

In the third world, An'an was proficient in everything from chess, calligraphy and painting. When playing the piano, he would take him along with him from time to time. Over time, Lin Heng understood the piano.

It's just that I don't know if Wen Ci will like it.

While he was thinking, the sound of the piano had already sounded.

Jade fingers like green onions gently pick up the strings. Wearing a snow suit, the shaft plucks the strings at will, but it makes a clear sound, as clear as raindrops falling on a jade plate, and as melodious and ethereal as the sound of nature from afar. .

It's just the sound of the piano, but the simple house adds a bit of elegance and leisure.

However, Lin Heng quickly pulled away from the sound of the piano.

The sound of the piano is nice, but it is like Wen Ci's temperament, ruthless, desireless, without a trace of emotion, without sadness or joy, the sound of the piano cannot resonate with Lin Heng, but it adds a bit of doubt and sadness in his heart.

Wen Ci, why do you want to take the initiative to strip the seven emotions and six desires.

After the song, Lin Heng pulled out his thoughts and was slightly taken aback when he saw Wen Ci put the piano aside.

Stop playing?

Do you not like it?

Wen Ci's fair hands removed the white jade hairpin from Mo's hair, and in an instant, thousands of blue strands scattered like waterfalls.

He handed the hairpin to Lin Heng, and said in a calm voice, "For you."

The hairpin made of jade has no trace of impurities, and has a lustrous luster.

The warm sunlight sprinkled into the room, bringing brightness and warmth to the room, in a trance, like lovers who love each other - after confirming their hearts, they give gifts of love.

Lin Heng's heart trembled slightly, and the corners of his lips curled into a faint smile.

He reached out to take it.

"In the future, don't give me anything, I have nothing else to give."

Just as Lin Heng's fingertips touched the jade hairpin, a chill came from the other end of the hairpin, making his fingers stiff and curled up slowly.

"Don't you like it?" Probably the hairpin has not been taken over for a long time, Wen Ci thought he didn't like it, and seemed a little puzzled, "But I have nothing else to give you."

In the next second, the hairpin was taken over, Lin Heng lowered his eyes, his fingers clenched the hairpin tightly, and the jade hairpin should have a warm feeling, but he didn't notice it at all, his lips moved, he wanted to say something but couldn't say it out.

Wen Ci's voice was as light as water, but he was serious: "Don't give me anything in the future, I don't like to owe people."

Lin Heng smiled and snorted lightly, not knowing if it was for himself or for others.

Since the day when he gave the piano, Lin Heng never heard the sound of the piano again.

Lin Heng has been quite busy these days. One reason is that the date of his chosen marriage is getting closer and closer. Although the marriage was in a small village, although Wen Ci has no love for him, he will still prepare for what should be prepared, and he does not want to wrong that person. .

Second, he is practicing.

It was mentioned in the book that the original owner was the only son of the head of the exterminated sect, but it was true or not.

The original owner was picked up by the wife of the head of the sect, and no one knew that he was an adopted son because he was well concealed.

In fact, the original owner has a great identity. He is the son of the demon god. There are no gods in the God and Demon Continent. The original owner accidentally fell on this continent. If he grows up, he will be the only god in the world. .

The original owner who didn't grow up, because of the suppression of the Demon God Orb, looked like a dumb waste.

But if he keeps practicing, he can break through the suppression of the Demon God Orb and be able to speak immediately, and he will become a god.

Lin Heng didn't care much about whether he became a god or not, but he couldn't speak, which really bothered him.

And for some unknown reason, he once wanted to write down his full name and tell Wen Ci, but he never failed.

So far, Wen Ci only knows his name is "A Heng".

Everything in the original story happened because Wen Ci mistook Zha Gong as the original owner, but now...

For some reason, Lin Heng felt a little uneasy.

At this time, Lin Heng was sitting cross-legged under a big tree in the forest. The sun slanted down, reflecting his handsome face.

The devilish energy that existed between heaven and earth entered his body little by little.

The training is going well, and it is estimated that in a few days, the Demon God Orb will be activated.

There is no time to practice in Taoism. Lin Heng opened his eyes again. The sun was not there, and the surroundings were dim. Looking up, a round moon was bright and clear, shedding the afterglow, and the stars were scattered in the dark sky, shining brightly in the entire night.

Lin Heng didn't care about admiring it, and got up and ran down the mountain, afraid that he would be worried if he didn't see his gentle words for a whole day.

Worry?

Lin Heng's footsteps paused slightly, and the corners of his lips curled up with a bit of bitterness. Would he be worried?

Probably not.

As soon as Lin Heng stepped into Lingxi Village, he heard the sound of the piano. It was ethereal and clear without any emotion. Even if he only listened to a song that day, he could still distinguish it.

It's the sound of Wenci's piano.

How can he play the piano.

Lin Heng lightened his steps and approached slowly.

Under the tree, the beauty in snow clothes is sitting lazily and leisurely, with a guqin on her lap, gently plucking the strings with her fingertips, and the melodious sound of the piano lingers around the beam.

The afterglow of the silver moon seemed to favor him very much, and it lightly fell down, adding a bit of holiness to the cold beauty, like a banished fairy that cannot be profaned.

His eyes were still covered by white silk, and the remaining ribbon fluttered gently in the breeze. He was very beautiful, and at this moment he was even more breathtakingly beautiful.

Lin Heng couldn't help thinking, what would it be like if such a person didn't dissipate his emotions and desires.

But, no if.

Around, the villagers moved out small stools one after another, sat down, listened to the sound of the piano, and some even sat on the ground.

Most of them can't understand it, but judging from their expressions, they should be enjoying it very much.

Lin Heng didn't bother.

"Brother Ah Heng." A pretty person came to him.

"Brother Ah Heng, he actually knows how to play the piano, and it sounds so nice." Su Qiaoer sighed sincerely, her eyes fell on Wen Ci,

This person is really very good-looking, like a fairy in a painting, and now he is playing the piano again.It's no wonder that even though he is a man, Brother Ah Heng is still willing to marry him, and may even like him.

Su Qiaoer raised her head, and when the light was dim, she could still see the burning light in Lin Heng's eyes. The light and attention belonged to that person.

Lin Heng likes to hear others praise Wen Ci, nods his head, and gestures with his hands: "Well, it sounds good." But he has no emotion.

Su Qiaoer lowered her eyes dimly, without jealousy or resentment, just bitterness.

Twirling the corner of the clothes with her fingers, she hesitated for several days before speaking.

"Brother Ah Heng, even if he doesn't like you, will you still marry him?" Even though she knew the answer, Su Qiaoer still held on to her last hope, not hoping that he would give up that person to be with her, but just hoping that he would not be wronged Own.

Lin Heng froze for a moment, looked down at her, and was not surprised that she would ask such a question.

Su Qiaoer is kind and pure, even if he is not the original owner, he still regards her as his younger sister.

He reached out, stroked Su Qiaoer's hair, and gestured: "Yes."

Su Qiaoer choked with sobs, and tugged at the corner of his clothes, as if hoping that he would reconsider: "Aren't you afraid that you will be unhappy in the future?"

The corners of Lin Heng's lips curled up, and he sighed, without any pause or hesitation in his gesticulating fingers: "For the future, let's talk about it later, some things, such as drinking water, knowing by oneself, some choices, since you have made it, regardless of the past No matter what the road is, you have to go on." Until, I couldn't walk at all, until, I fell down and couldn't get up again.

After finishing speaking, Lin Heng suppressed his emotions, touched the little girl's head, and gestured: "It's Qiaoer, you must find someone you like and like you in the future, be happy."

Su Qiaoer blinked her eyes, covered up the rising water mist with pity in her heart, and nodded: "Yes, I will."

Over there, after one song, only the sound is left lingering in everyone's ears.

Lin Heng walked over with long legs.

As soon as he approached, he saw Wen Ci's figure swaying slightly, Lin Heng hurriedly hugged him into his arms, and his special Leng Xiang came towards him, faintly fascinating.

"You're back." The voice was extraordinarily cold at night.

Lin Heng responded with an "ah", tapped his leg lightly with his fingers, and asked silently, fearing that Wen Ci would be disgusted, he retracted after knocking twice,

After getting along for a period of time, even if one person cannot see and the other cannot speak, there is some tacit understanding between them.

Sometimes simple actions or silence can guess each other's thoughts.

Wen Ci replied to him: "It's a little numb." The eyebrows were not very concerned.

Lin Heng frowned and thought for a few seconds, put down the Qin, bent down and picked him up.

The sudden movement frightened Wen Ci, but he soon calmed down again, and according to his habit, put his arms around Lin Heng's neck.

The rare obedient appearance, did not reject.

Lin Heng felt a little happy in his heart.

Carried him into the room a few steps, put him on the bed lightly, got up and brushed his fingers inadvertently.

It was slender and fair fingers, red and slightly swollen, all ten fingers.

Wen Ci accidentally touched it while inspecting, and Wen Ci took a light breath.

"It's okay, it's just that I played the piano for a long time today."

Then you can't be in the same mood, stroke the piano for so long, and make your fingers like this.

Lin Heng felt distressed, and hurriedly got up to find the ointment.

Wen Ci noticed Lin Heng's departure, frowned slightly, and fell silent until Lin Heng came to him again, and asked, "Are you angry?"

Lin Heng held the ointment in his hand, and looked up at him as soon as he heard it, as if he wanted to see something on his face.

However, the face of the person in front of him is still breathtakingly beautiful, without a trace of expression, and his tone is still unhurried, as if pure doubt.

Lin Heng lowered his head, his thick eyelashes covered the emotions in his eyes, and the slender eyelashes cast a small shadow under his eyes.

He opened the ointment silently.

A scent of medicine permeated the air, which was not unpleasant.

Wen Ci also smelled it, and he stretched out his hand cooperatively.

The jade hands that used to play the qin were tender and fair, but now they are red and swollen.

I don't know how long I played the piano.

Lin Heng dug out the ointment with his index finger and applied it on the reddened part of Wen Ci's finger. He moved very gently, very lightly, as if he was afraid of hurting the person in front of him.

The fragrance of the ointment permeated little by little, and a little bit of coolness came from the fingers, and there was another strange feeling in it.

Yes, Wenci can only be described by the word "weird", it is crispy, a little uncomfortable, but also a little enjoyable, which is extremely contradictory.

"It's so strange." Wen Ci rarely muttered in a low voice, so that after applying the medicine, he was still puzzled, unable to see the emotion in his eyes, and seemed a little dazed.

It was the first time Lin Heng saw Wen Ci showing other expressions besides his indifference, and his brows and eyes were unconsciously soft, but he still told Wen Ci not to play the piano too much in the future.

After Wen Ci understood Lin Heng's meaning, he didn't agree immediately, but instead asked, "Are you tired recently?"

The ointment in Lin Heng's hand fell to the ground, and he looked at him with joy in his eyes, a little excited.

Wen Ci, are you caring about him?

Lin Heng wanted to say that he was not tired, but he opened his mouth but couldn't speak, feeling a little distressed.

He was a little excited, and even wanted to hold the delicate person in front of him in his arms, loving him tenderly.

"Recently, you always leave early and come back late. You must go to work." Wen Ci heard the girl named Su Qiaoer say it by chance.

Wen Ci guessed very early on that Ah Heng's family background was average, and he also thought of the piano he bought for himself not long ago.

I have to work, so I leave early and return late.

"Although you and I are not yet married, we are already one. It's just that my eyes have not recovered, so I can't share the burden for you. Therefore, I play the piano for you. I heard that the sound of the piano can soothe the tiredness of the body and mind. I don't know when you Come back, start playing the piano according to the time you came back yesterday."

A person who has always been calm and quiet, said a lot at once.

Lin Heng's heart trembled, according to yesterday's hour?Wouldn't that be more than an hour of continuous playing the piano, according to modern calculations, almost three hours.

On weekdays, the Immortal Venerable, who does not eat fireworks in the world and acts casually, naturally has delicate fingers. Now playing the piano for three hours continuously for him, no wonder they are so red and swollen.

Lin Heng could tell that there was no concern in his words, but he simply wanted to fulfill the obligations of a husband and wife, but his heart still trembled.

Lin Heng approached slowly.

Want to hug him, want to, want to.

Lin Heng tentatively stretched out his hand and placed it on his shoulder, easily noticing Wen Ci's frown.

His hands froze, not daring to make any further movements.

Wen Ci, let's reject him.

Lin Heng lowered his eyes and moved his hand away. The next second, the corner of his clothes was caught.

Wen Ci: "Do you want to do things in the boudoir?"

Lin Heng: "?" He just wanted a hug.

The Wen Ci in front of him seemed to be thinking about something, and after a while, he let go of his entanglement and said: "Yes, but you have to be gentle, you have to work tomorrow, and I am afraid of pain."

What he said made Lin Heng dumbfounded.

Wen Ci's tone was very serious and serious, but he felt dumbfounded. Could it be that beauty is in the eye of the beholder?

What is light, what is afraid of pain.

Lin Heng's earlobes turned red from his two words, um, he was quite shy.

Lin Heng wanted to explain, but Wen Ci was unprepared. He opened his hands with obvious intentions and asked Lin Heng to undress him.

Here, what should he do?

Beauty is present, do you want to refuse?

But, get out of here, and feel a little weird, like a big bad wolf, taking the stupid rabbit back to its nest, and the rabbit foolishly urged him to eat him quickly.

Lin Heng walked back and forth in the room, took out a jug of wine from the original owner in the cabinet, poured it into his mouth vigorously, and drank to strengthen his courage, a good idea.

"Are you drinking?" Wen Ci had never drunk alcohol, but he was no stranger to the smell of alcohol.

"Give me a taste." What Wen Ci thought was, before the boudoir, do you still have to drink?

He didn't understand before, if there is such a process, then drink it.

Lin Heng didn't understand Wen Ci's thoughts, thinking that he just wanted to drink.

Handing the wine to him, he hesitated a bit, not knowing how much Wen Ci's drinking capacity was.

While Lin Heng was hesitating, Wen Ci had already taken the jug, fumbled for it, and drank it with his head raised.

Caught off guard, he drank too quickly and choked Wen Ci.

Drenched in wine, the already bright red lips became thicker like petals, plump and moist.

The smell of alcohol came up quickly, and he was choked again, and his fair cheeks were stained with two touches of blush.

The originally clear and cold temperament gradually faded in this wine room, replaced by enchanting.

Wen Ci suddenly tore off the white silk from his eyes, and opened his eyes.

Even if you can't see it, these eyes are as clear as autumn water as you saw them at the first time, but just like this, there is a bit of seductive charm added to the clarity, every move is soul-stirring.

Looking at him like this, Lin Heng probably was drunk.

It's only one sip, you've just drunk the wine, and you're drunk right away?

The next second, he suddenly threw himself into Lin Heng's arms, hugged the latter's waist tightly, and rubbed against his arms, like a cub, acting like a baby at him.

Lin Heng was startled.

Could it be that Wen Ci's body has been replaced?

What would happen to a person who has lost all emotions and desires?

He absolutely did not believe that a sip of wine had such a magical effect.

When he was frowning and thinking, the drunk person not only wrapped his arms around his waist, but also curled up into a ball, coaxing him into his arms, with his cheek against his chest, inexplicably pitiful.

The person in his arms suddenly murmured something in a low voice.

"No, don't leave me behind."

"Don't leave me alone."

The drunken man kept muttering these two sentences. Suddenly, Lin Heng felt that something seemed to fall from his hand, which was a little hot.

Looking down, I was suddenly at a loss.

Why did Wenci cry?

The tears were still falling, the beauty of pear blossoms with rain was very beautiful, but Lin Heng couldn't think of anything else at this time, only distressed.

Lin Heng hated that he couldn't speak and couldn't comfort him, so he could only wipe his tears and pat his back to comfort him.

The person in his arms hugged him tightly, as if this was the last straw in his life.

But instead of calming Wen Ci down, his comforting, he raised his eyes, burst into tears, and complained loudly.

"We should be together, but you are leaving me behind."

"I really didn't mean to."

"Don't leave me behind, I'm willing to make amends."

"I don't want to be alone. It's so dark and cold there. I'm alone. I'm scared."

"..."

The person in his arms was crying sadly, like a helpless child who was abandoned.

He is repenting for some things in the past, and he is telling his loneliness and fear at this time.

Lin Heng hugged him and tried his best to recall the events before Wen Ci in the book.

The book only writes that Wen Ci was born in a wealthy family, his parents were loving, his father was kind and his son was filial, and his life was extremely happy.

But the whole clan was massacred overnight. Later, Wen Ci, the only one who survived, entered the immortal sect, and became a powerful immortal at a young age with the resources of heaven.