I and My Husband Sleep in a Coffin

The round moon hangs in the dark blue sky, the twinkling stars and the Milky Way are drawn in the past, different from the light of the sun, it is cool and gentle on the ground...

Misty clouds and mist shrouded the mountains and the small black buildings wet by the mist. The night was heavy with dew. The red fiery clothes on them reflected a few strands of red gold in the moonlight, and thin dewdrops stuck to them and slipped away. go down.

Wang Xiaobaa stared blankly at the dilapidated stone road covered with weeds, and there was only a pile of rotten wood left, still vaguely recognizable as an ancient building that used to be a beautiful academy.

"What's the matter with you, Mian Deng?" Someone hugged him from behind, and pulled himself into his arms forcefully.

After hearing all the news, he also looked at the abandoned ancient ruins with a faint smile in his eyes.

"It's okay, I just think this one looks familiar... I never thought that there is such an ancient building on top of our tomb." Wang Xiaobaa looked at the traces left by the fire on it, and she didn't know why she felt so uncomfortable.

Strange emotions stuck in his throat, unable to rise or fall, feeling inexplicably sentimental.

"This is a bit like the place in my dream..."

"Brother, have you thought too much, have you forgotten? When we were killed, the sect was fine, how could something happen to them?" He lowered his head and looked at Wang Xiaobaa tenderly, and said, "The surrounding area is where the aura gathers the dragon veins. But it's a pity that it was once occupied by a group of scum, and then I took action to solve them and built an underground palace in this place."

"Brother, do you think I did a good deed? Huh?"

Wang Xiaobaa looked at those buildings and nodded absent-mindedly: "...It is indeed a good deed."

Wen Fengjin slowly opened the corners of his lips, a ferocious and morbid smile appeared on his soft and handsome face, his eyes were fixed on Wang Xiaobaa's frowning brows, and he felt a little bit of joy seeing him suffering!

Brother, you see, those dregs who opposed us are all dead, and I burned all those filthy filth to ashes. I built an underground palace here, so that even if they die, they will see that we will be together forever Together……

"Don't look at the sleeping lamp." The night buried the evil spirit's complacent expression, and said the most gentle words with the most evil expression, "There's nothing to see here, it's dirty here, shall we go over there and wait for the sunrise?"

"Ah? Good." Wang Xiaobaa rubbed her chest, and was hugged by Wen Fengjin and walked to a big tree in the distance. There were several stone benches under the tree, and a piece of the stone table had been broken.

Wenfeng took out a handkerchief to wipe off the dust and sat side by side with Wang Xiaobaa.

This big tree is flourishing and withering at the same time, and the thick branches that cannot be hugged will not be a problem even if it is climbed.

The wind from the mountains blew over, and Wang Xiaobaa breathed a sigh of relief as she sniffed the fragrance of grass and trees on the tip of her nose. Feeling that the depressed feeling was swept away, she finally cheered up.

I don't know why I feel cool when I sit here, as if this big tree can release air-conditioning.

"Fengjin, what kind of tree is this? It has a chilly and fresh smell, like a mint tree!"

Wen Feng was stunned for a moment, and when his long and narrow eyes were turned sideways, there was a flash of an unclear smile caught deep in the end of the eyes, lightly sweeping over Wang Xiaobaa, he lifted his chin and dropped his wide sleeves, Showing pale arms and bony slender fingers.

He elongated his tone and said softly: "This is just an ordinary tree, the brother feels cool probably because..."

Wang Xiaobaa: "Why?"

"Because this tree is where I hanged those scumbags... One hundred and seventy-three people were hanging from the tree and drifting in the wind, and a branch was broken. Oh yes, after their necks were hanged He would lower his head and look at the people under the tree, um, it’s quite interesting. Heh~”

Wang Xiaobaa: "..."

Me, me, shit!

There was a cool breeze blowing from behind, as if someone was staring at his back...

Wang Xiaobaa jumped up with a scream, and just as she was about to run, Wen Fengjin stretched out her arms and strangled her waist into her arms. Just as Wang Xiaobaa was about to break free, she heard Wen Fengjin laughing out loud.

"I lied to you," he said.

The black pupils occupied most of the eye sockets, looking at the frightened deer-like expression of the person in his arms, strong pity and love rolled inside.

"Haha, you are so cute."

You are so cute!Wang Xiaobaa rubbed the goose bumps on her body.

"People scare people to death, you know that!"

"But senior brother is already dead."

"... Believe it or not, I'll bite you to death." What's wrong with you having a long mouth? !

How can I not know? !

Wang Wang Wang!

Wang Xiaobaa grinned at him and waved his fist, but was held by his hand, Wen Feng was full of interest and kissed his somewhat pale and cold fingertips, and blinked under Wang Xiaobaa's furious expression.

"Okay, where is the bite?"

"..."

You look forward to a yarn! He~tui!

In Wenfengjin's embrace, he couldn't break free, and heard Wenfengjin's voice from above his head: "I brought you here today for another purpose, Sleeping Light, look."

Wen Feng took out a pair of small golden scissors and a golden hairband with red stripes and placed them in Wang Xiaobaa's palm.

"Have you ever heard of hair knots..."

"Living endlessly is not what I want, what I want is to be a married couple with you for the rest of my life..."

"We love each other with our lips and teeth. No matter what we become, we will never turn our backs. We will keep each other in our hearts. Brother, I said you wait for me, and I will definitely come back to marry you."

"I did it, are you now willing to fulfill your original promise and marry me as my wife?"

The thick mountain fog is like turbulent white sea water, the stars in the sky are fading, and the moon is about to leave.

A few strands of orange light projected on them who were dressed in red wedding clothes...

Wen Fengjin's expression at this moment was so warm, his eyes were narrowed, his expression was always vicious, and an overly feminine and handsome face was enough to make people dazzled.

Wang Xiaobaa was in a daze for a moment, as if he saw the child in the academy who was stubborn to marry his senior brother. At this moment, he had the illusion that he loved this man for a long, long time...

"You have already thought about it." Wang Xiaobaa sighed and took the scissors.

"It's my obsession to be a husband and wife with you in the sun, and everything I do is for this day. You are sober and say: 'I promise you'."

Wen Fengjin lowered his eyes, and for the first time showed a faint smile that made people feel sad. The way he lowered his eyes to look at Wang Xiaobaa made Wang Xiaobaa feel like he was crying.

In fact, maybe he didn't even know it, but his expression was always stern, whether it was hugging or kissing, or even smiling.

They all carry the extreme that it seems that the next second the dream is shattered, he will die with whoever.

Wang Xiaobaa has long seen that this is not a gentle person, but he is hopelessly intoxicated by the bewildered eyes that stare at him after hearing the wind...

I really am a face control dog who lacks love.

Wang Xiaobaa smiled wryly, stretched out her hand and pulled the long hair of the two of them together, and tied a strand with a headband in this position, the crow-black long hair was mixed together.

Wang Xiaobaa's hair is softer and thinner, while Wenfeng's hair is harder.

It is often said that people with soft hair have a good temper, and people with hard hair have their own opinions.

The sun gradually rises, and everything around begins to recover. The leaves of the plants are as green as a piece of jade. Water drops are falling from the leaves, and the birds are singing softly in the fresh air...

The golden orange light shines up...

The person behind is hugging the person sitting on his lap, resting his head on the other person's neck, slowly shaking his body and singing a hoarse old tune in a low voice, watching the person being carried around the two people with thin fingers hair braided into a thin braid.

The golden scissors cut off the thick braid of the little finger, and the end to end was entwined with a red hair band.

The singing stopped, Wen Fengji's arms hugged his body tightly from behind, and the braid was tightly held by his hands.

"Mian Deng, you call me the wind..."

Wang Xiaobaa was a little shy, but still shouted: "The wind is exhausted..."

"Mian Deng, you said you love me..." The hoarse voice seemed to have changed its tone.

Wang Xiaobaa muttered for a long time before uttering in a low voice: "I, I, what... I love you."

The last two words were inaudible, and the people behind him didn't respond for a long time. Just when Wang Xiaobaa thought he hadn't heard the wind, one drop or two fell on his face and shoulders...

Um?It's raining?

Wang Xiaobaa wanted to reach out to pick it up, but he suddenly raised his head and said, "The wind is over, it's raining—" it's over.

"Don't look!"

Cold palms covered Wang Xiaobaa's eyes.

Wang Xiaobaa lowered her head in a daze, and kept replaying in her mind that indifferent face no matter what, which lost its usual disguise, revealing the despair and grief that seemed to be pushed into a cliff, those black eyes A scene filled with transparent liquid...

Hearing the wind, weeping.

That was definitely not a weeping expression.

why?

He obviously said it all, why?

After a long time, the person behind let go of him and stood up, carefully put the strand of long hair into his arms, put on the disguised tenderness on his face again and said: "Let's go, brother, we should go back..."

After being led for a long distance, Wang Xiaobaa pursed her lips and asked softly, "Do you want the feelings of Mian Deng... or mine..."

The person in front stopped, and then held hands even harder.

"What are you talking about, you are you, Sleeping Light, we are going home..."

Looking at the broad shoulders in front of her, Wang Xiaobaa sighed.

My heart is completely cold.

[The author has something to say: There will always be a struggle between whether you love me or him.

Ugh

Abuse?

Not cruel.

dog head~~~

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