Everyone owes me a favor

When Feng Ruyu returned to the residence empty-handed, Chang Boning was standing on a small bench in the courtyard, cutting grapes with small silver scissors.

He felt melancholy, tossed and turned and couldn't take a nap, so he simply got up, seeing that Feng Rusu was greedy for the cold, and had almost eaten all the newly picked grapes, so he started to cut off clusters of grapes and soaked them in cold water for him to use.

Under the sun, the grapes immersed in the water are like a pearl, shining brightly.

Seeing that Feng Ruyuan came back suddenly with empty hands, Chang Boning fetched a handkerchief to clean his hands, and asked curiously, "What's wrong? Where's the box?"

Feng Ruyuan sat down on the reclining chair, set up a fan to shade himself: "It has been returned to him."

Chang Boning suddenly felt unspeakable joy: "Why? Don't you like it?"

Feng Ruzhi smiled wryly: "...I seem to like it too much."

……

Ruyi practiced sword in the courtyard.

The small courtyard is quiet, but the open space is large. Occasionally, willow branches will rise up due to the wind, entangle with the tip of the sword for a while, and then continue to flow in the wind.

All living beings sympathize with all living beings, the tip of the sword cuts stones and jade, and when it meets willow leaves, the killing intent will be divided and transformed, disappearing invisible.

"Little Master Uncle." Hai Jing came from outside, holding something in his hand with confusion between his brows, "This is placed in front of our courtyard."

Ru Yi retracted his sword and turned around, his high ponytail flowed like clear clouds, and his slightly sweaty face was still as cold as eternal ice, as if any change would not melt the ice layer.

However, the next second, when he saw what Haijing was holding, a small crack opened in the ice layer.

Hai Jing said: "Uncle, today I was sorting out the things in the inn, and I found this thing in the houses of Duanrong Jun and Yun Zhongjun. I thought it should be the property of the two monarchs, and Yun Zhongjun also took it away. Why did you send it back to us again?"

If you open the box and check, you will find that the comb is still there, and it has not changed much from when you sent it out, so you can't help being surprised.

do not like?

Hai Jing was quite confused: "Could it be that I took it wrong? Why put it here?"

Ruyi took the box: "I sent it to you. Probably because he didn't like it."

"This is from my junior uncle?" Hai Jing's eyes lit up, "When did my junior uncle become so close to Yun Zhongjun?"

Ruyi: "How can I talk about intimacy with him? It's just—"

Looking at the comb box in his hand, he lowered his voice slightly: "...It was just an accident."

... If I am really close to him, how can I not know what he likes?

Haijing gave him an idea: "Mr. Yunzhong sent it back intact, maybe because he didn't want to accept it, maybe because he wanted my uncle to send it back with his own hands."

Ru glanced at Haijing: "Why should I please him like this?"

Haijing was about to speak again when he saw Ruyi walking outside.

Before Haijing could ask again, Ruyi said, "I'll throw it away."

Haijing: "...Oh."

He didn't want to ask this.

After changing into dry clothes, he arrived like a comb box, and when he was about to enter the small courtyard where Feng Ruzhi and Chang Boning lived, he heard whispers in the courtyard and couldn't help but stop.

At this moment, Chang Boning in the courtyard is entangled in every way.

He knew that his junior brother had always been bold, but he never thought that he would be so bold.

He can speak out about emotional matters that are difficult for ordinary people to express.

When Chu Chu heard Feng Rugu say the word "like" bluntly, Chang Boning's heart seemed to be tightly grasped by a hand. Chu Chu didn't feel the pain. It was because of his active analysis that the remaining pain hit him late, and he knew that he was at a loss.

Chang Boning's hand can carry a thousand-thousand-thousand sword, and he once cut off the head of the evil dragon in the East China Sea, but now he is trembling under the table: "But you are..."

"That's the least important thing." Feng Rugu peeled the grapes and fed them into his own mouth. "It's just a nominal father and son, I don't care. If you really like it, what is it?"

"So--"

"Senior brother, don't worry." Feng Rugu interrupted Chang Boning, "It's impossible for me and him."

"One is my body." Feng Rugu said, "If I fall into the devil, I will never have anyone to accompany me. His father abandoned him because he misbelieved in the devil's way, and replaced me as his adoptive father. I managed to rescue him. , go round and round, why push him into the magic path in the end?"

"Secondly..." Feng Ruzhi shook the bong in his hand, teasing the smoke to disperse for a while, and he laughed childishly, "He won't like me."

Chang Boning felt sorry for his own child, and couldn't bear to make him suffer a little bit of grievance. Regardless of his own discomfort, he stroked his hair to comfort him: "He will."

Chang Boning was about to continue talking when he suddenly heard footsteps outside the courtyard.

Feng Rugu had no spiritual power and hearing loss, so he couldn't hear the movement, so he said to himself, "Ha, in his eyes, I'm completely useless."

Ruyi outside the courtyard: "..."

Chang Boning in the courtyard tried to divert the topic: "It's not that bad, is it?"

Feng Rugu said aggrievedly: "There is only worse. Brother, do you know that when I played the first harp, he said that I imitated cats and tigers, and imitated others."

Ruyi moved, wanting to argue, but found that he couldn't argue.

He seemed to... did say so?

Only then...at that time...

In all fairness, the harp that Feng Rugu used to appease the little demon cultivators that night was really good, but it was just because he looked too much like his adoptive father...

Feng Rugu seemed unaware of the existence of the person who was only separated from him by a wall, and An Xin poured out bitter water to his senior brother: "He also said that I have never been sincere, so how can I be distracted?"

Ruyi: "..."

His heart was on fire, and the root of his teeth was biting sore, he was eager to explain that it was his unintentional words in the past, but when he came to his mouth, he felt that he couldn't explain it.

In the courtyard, Chang Boning still cared about the sameness outside, and wanted to save him some face, but it was not easy to make it clear, so he had to hint: "Don't talk about people behind their backs."

"I'm going to tell him right and wrong." Feng Rugu said angrily, "When he says in front of me that I'm a bad person, that I have no heart and ambition, and that I'm self-indulgent, it doesn't count as right and wrong about me?"

Chang Boning suddenly became a little angry: "He said that about you?"

Sensing that his senior brother's mood had changed, Feng Ruzhi blinked, and immediately changed his tone obediently: "No, I made up this paragraph myself."

Chang Boning was angry and funny, stretched out his hand to pinch his face.

As soon as his fingertips pinched his face, before he had time to apply force, Feng Rugu immediately cried out that it hurts, the two senior brothers laughed and quarreled, and Ruyi was alone, secretly sweet and sour because of his words of protection just now He couldn't help but clenched his palms tightly.

Feng Rugu's body couldn't bear to play around, and after tossing and tossing for a while, he became short of breath, so he leaned on the bamboo recliner, took a sip of the cigarette, and exhaled slowly to relieve his breath.

Chang Boning glanced at the door: "He..."

Feng Rugu said: "He and I are just passing by. As for the others... I have a narrow life, and I can live very cramped by myself. I can't accommodate another him. If I want to give him away, I can only give myself to him. He. He doesn't like me, and I don't want to give myself to him."

……

When Ruyi hurried back to his courtyard with the box in his arms, he met Haijing face to face.

"Little uncle, what's wrong with you?" Hai Jing was suddenly surprised, "Why is your face so pale?"

Without saying a word, he entered the room.

He sat down at the table, his heart still beating slightly.

He keeps saying that he wants to give himself to him, but who wants him again?

He's so...pretentious...

Ruyi thought of this in his heart, but felt so uncomfortable that he didn't know what to do.

Haijing was worried about him, and came in poking his head in: "Little uncle, are you okay?"

Ruyi: "Yes."

Hai Jing has never been able to see what is going on in his cold-faced little uncle's mind, so he can only speculate secretly: "Will Lord Yunzhong accept it?"

Haijing's words reminded Ruyi.

It is impossible to give away this gift, such as opening a delicate comb box with one hand.

He wondered if he was hurt too much by himself, that's why he refused to—

Thinking of this, he took the comb out of the box and turned it over casually.

Ruyi: "..."

Seeing the words "Spring. Xiao" engraved on it, his cheeks became hot and his forehead was congested. Before Haijing could see clearly, he put the shameless comb upside down under his palm and stared straight at the table. His pupils trembled slightly due to the wood grain on his face.

...What exactly did he buy and give to Feng Ruyu?

When Haijing came out of the room in a daze, he checked the comb box and found the roll of silk at the bottom, he didn't know what expression to make.

The moment he unfolded the silk, he almost threw it out of the window.

He immediately ignited the silk, burned it to nothing, and threw the comb box under the bed. Even so, he still couldn't fall asleep in the middle of the night. After a while, there were two entwined bodies in the painting, For a while, Feng Ruyuan's complaints filled with grievances could be heard.

He pressed the jade marks on his chest that flickered on and off, no matter how much he chanted sutras, he couldn't calm down.

He can only calm down the strange fire by imagining his adoptive father.

This method worked very well at first, but this time it failed. The face of the beautiful idol sitting on the shrine and reaching out to pull him out of the boundless sea of ​​suffering became blurred. He tried his best to see clearly, but who would have thought that Amidst the clouds and mist, he saw Feng Ruyu's face.

Ruyi stood up in shock, only when he saw the faint sky outside the window, did he realize that he had fallen asleep.

However, the next moment, his face darkened.

He lay back on his original position and spread his legs slightly to relieve the strange feeling of being squeezed.

Ruyi clenched the pillow tightly, frowning as he endured the abnormality in his body, feeling flustered and guilty at the same time.

How could he treat his god as before, and still... still do such filthy things in front of his god?

That day, Ruyi got up an hour late.

From that day on, the atmosphere between Ruyi and Feng Ruyuan gradually became subtle.

Others are like Luo Fuchun, who don't notice it at all, and only talk about the marriage with a sense of freshness; like Sang Luojiu, who knows what is going on, just sit and watch everything, without making any changes.

The only two who are somewhat entangled are Chang Boning and Haijing.

They couldn't tell what was unusual between Feng Rugu and Ruyi, and they usually greeted each other well when they met, but they seldom said superfluous words, and even Feng Ruzhi stopped making witty remarks.

But if it is really unfamiliar, it can't be said.

Once, a few people were in the same room, and when Feng Ruyuan was burning incense, his hand was burned by the stove lid, and the lid fell off. He took a breath, and Ruyi, who was meditating with his eyes closed, frowned suddenly at the other end of the room, although he recovered immediately. It was normal, but he couldn't help but pinch his fingertips, as if he was the one being burned.

Feng Rugu didn't act like a baby to anyone anymore, and went to find cold water by himself with his hands in his hands.

Haijing saw these things and was really puzzled.

Little Martial Uncle just gave Yun Zhongjun a comb box, but he hasn't given it away yet, so why are there so many dark tides suddenly appearing?

When everyone has their own thoughts, time flies very fast.

On the day when the wedding dress and the whole set of headdresses were delivered, there was only one day left before their wedding.

July [-] is the official day, and July [-] is the day when the gate of ghosts is opened. Taoists call it the Ghost Festival, and Buddhism calls it the Yulan Basin Festival. It is the time for local officials to eliminate disasters.

In the past, people in Meihua Town would hold the Lantern Festival at this time, burn paper money, and wish the undead a smooth life in the next world, and pray for blessings by running lanterns in the rivers and lakes. For Fuyi, praying for the blessing of the dead can make your wish come true.

Because of the evil spirits in the town, there are many more people in the town lighting up lanterns to pray for blessings, eager to eliminate this innocent disaster.

Feng Ruyuan heard the bustling streets outside, so he yearned for the prosperity of this world.

Chang Boning is willing to accompany him to go out to see, Luo Fuchun and Sang Luojiu naturally follow each other, Haijing also wants to see the excitement, so Ruyi is bound to make the trip.

When going out, the Buddhist and Taoist families made two groups respectively, and the differences were clear.

But because Haijing and Luosang got to know each other gradually, they were similar in age, and they had a good relationship. After a while, Haijing ran into the Taoist gate, leaving Ruyi alone, who was dressed in women's clothes and wearing a snow-white long fence. follow them.

A young woman saw Chang Boning smiling and choosing lamps for Feng Ruyi from a distance, her brows and eyes were extremely gentle, her cheeks turned red, and she liked it in her heart. After looking around, she walked up to Ruyi who she thought was a woman, and struck up a conversation with him: " What's the name of that handsome boy?"

Ruyi stared at the person beside Chang Boning who was smiling brightly, and replied softly: "...Feng Ruyu."

After choosing the lamp, several people prayed for blessings by the river, each holding a roll of red paper, and each wrote their wish on it, folded it, and put it in the river lamp.

A brush dipped in green ink was passed around among the people, and the wishes written down were kept secret and not announced in front of others.

At this time, they are no different from masters and apprentices, but just a group of young people with similar ages and similar interests.

As soon as he took up the pen, he really didn't know what his wish was, so when he made his wish in front of the Buddha in the past, he habitually wrote down the wish he had made thousands of times: "May my adoptive father eat more meals sooner or later, and all wishes will be fulfilled." payable."

After finishing writing, he rolled up the red paper and put it in the Qinglian River Lantern. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Feng Rugu holding a Red Lotus River Lantern, with a smile on his lips, looking pensive, and unconsciously staring at it for a long time. Realizing something was wrong, he hurriedly looked back and lit a little candle on the river lantern.

Luo Fuchun was impatient, before he put the note down, he asked Sang Luojiu: "Junior brother, what wish did you make?"

In order to show his sincerity, he first expressed his wish: "I wish to kill ghosts and demons, destroy demons and eliminate karma, and the world will be safe!"

Sang Luo smiled for a long time: "Brother, wishing something like this won't work if you say it."

Luo Fuchun patted his chest, high-spirited: "So what if it doesn't work? With just one hand and a sword, I can still spell out Chang'an!"

Sang Luojiu said: "I wish my master and brother are in good health, and Luo Jiu wishes to be with you every year and never leave."

Hearing this, Luo Fuchun was quite embarrassed.

In fact, he just wrote a lot on the red paper. His wish included both master and junior, but he was embarrassed to say it.

Feng Rugu rested his chin and said: "I beg my senior brother to stop nagging, my junior sister gets married as soon as possible, and everything else is fine, so I don't ask for it."

Chang Boning smiled and patted Ruru's head: "If Junior Sister Yan hears you making wishes like this, I'm afraid I'm going to hit someone again."

Feng Rugu poked his head to look at the note in Chang Boning's hand: "What wish did brother write?"

Chang Boning rolled the note on the boat-shaped river lantern, and said gently: "I hope the way will be restored, and there will be no more struggles in the world."

Luo Fuchun interrupted bluntly: "I thought my uncle would ask Master to have a smooth life."

Chang Boning said: "I can do this, so I don't ask for heaven."

Luo Fuchun applauded, but Sang Luojiu looked at the silence, and asked with a smile: "What wish did Miss You make?"

Ruyi told the truth: "May foster father's wish come true."

Feng Ruzhi smiled, got down on one knee, and sent the river lantern into the river.

Behind them, there are rich people setting off fireworks, and the stars crafted by craftsmen are fully blooming, and the silver falls like rain, as beautiful as phantoms.

Luo Fuchun raised his arms and cheered like a child, causing Haijing's eyes to shine.

Sang Luojiu stood behind Luo Fuchun, gently pulling the clothes at his elbows to prevent him from running around.

Feng Ruyuan squatted on the ground, looking at the starry sky, as if seeing himself, he couldn't help laughing.

Chang Boning was thinking, if he likes it as before, is it too late to ask someone to make some tonight and use it in tomorrow's wedding ceremony?

Only Ruyi quickly turned around and blocked two lanterns. Before the lanterns drifted far away, he quickly pulled out the scroll written by Chang Boning and Feng Ruzhi and held it in his palm.

He opened one first, and looked at it under the bright light of the fireworks.

When he saw it, his heart constricted violently.

Chang Boning is an honest person, he never lied a word about the content of his wish, it is indeed wishing for the recovery of Dao.

However, the handwriting was very unfamiliar small script, delicate and gentle, without the openness of his adoptive father. It was completely different from the many letters he wrote to himself in the past.

Ruyi's heart beat wildly for no reason.

You don't have to show your wish to others, so the writing on it should be the most authentic handwriting.

Then, then...

When opening another piece of paper, Ruyi's hand trembled a little, his usually calm palm was full of sweat, and the note was slightly damp, and when he opened it, he almost tore it with improper force.

call out--

Snapped--

The fireworks suddenly rose into the sky, and the surroundings were as bright as day.

The handwriting on the second note, Xue Liangliang jumped into his eyes.

The entry handwriting did not belong to his adoptive father.

The green ink handwriting left on this piece of red paper was superficial and careless, very much like that person.

Ruyi blushed.

The wish on it reads: "I wish Xiao Hongchen is always happy, although he may not laugh from time to time."

He wrote it very casually, as if he had written this wish thousands of times in private.