Buried fire

Yin Zhu seems to be angry.

Although I don't know what he was angry about, it may be that menopause came back after getting up and the anger passed, anyway, his temper came out of nowhere, and after shouting the phrase "Snake is not ugly", he ran to the bed and sat down angrily.

But Lu Huanyi really remembered that Ming Snake was ugly.

In the ancient book that I accidentally turned over, I used two full pages to draw a big black snake with four wings behind it. The two ferocious tongues behind the huge head are somewhat blurred, and the flame burning on the tail seems to be coming out of it. As if jumping out of the paper, with the annotation next to the pattern, the majesty of the ancient monster stands on the paper.

But ugly.

Lu Huanyi sighed.

Uncle Yin is a snake, so is Ming Snake... He can barely be considered a snake, so it can't really be his father or his ancestor, right?

Maybe they are of the same blood.

"Hey, uncle, are you really angry?" Lu Huanyi sat down carefully, stretched out his finger and poked his arm, "Don't be angry, I will make up for you by making a delicious meal this afternoon."

"What to eat?" Yin Zhu glanced at him.

"Eat... barbecue?" Lu Huanyi racked his brains and only came up with this one. He thought it was delicious, and he hadn't brought Yin Zhu to eat it yet.

The two of them are like salted fish that have lost their dreams. Apart from eating, they are thinking about where to eat every day, and most of them are sleeping paralyzed.

Lu Huanyi felt that his state was no different from hibernation.

"Barbecue is not good," Yin Zhu sniffed, "it will be mushy."

"...I bake it, it won't burn," Lu Huan pointed to himself, "Should we go?"

"Go." Yin Zhu finally let go and agreed.

Lu Huanyi breathed a sigh of relief.

He felt like a man caught in a middle-aged marriage crisis. He had no idea what his wife was thinking, so he could only try to divert his wife's attention from a different angle with a smiling face from the side.

...It's a pity that Uncle Yin is not a girl.

If she is really a girl, she will not be called Uncle Yin, but Aunt Yin.

The middle-aged marriage crisis was temporarily resolved. Yin Zhu no longer sat on the edge of the bed with his back stretched. Instead, he collapsed on the bed in a posture of eagerness, stared at the ceiling, and stretched his limbs motionless like a flipped bastard. Lu Huanyi just sat down. Looking at him from the side, I wanted to laugh a little.

"You just paralyze for a while without sleeping, do you?" Lu Huanyi asked him.

"Yeah." Yin Zhu responded, "I won't sleep anymore."

"Then tell me when you're paralyzed enough, let's go for a walk," Lu Huanyi said, "Staying at home is really... quite boring."

"No." Yin Zhu said.

"Don't go to my elder brother's place! Just stroll around!" Lu Huanyi stretched out his hand and poked him on the arm again, "Go or not!"

"Go," Yin Zhu turned over and sat up slowly. After yawning, he went to the coat rack to get his coat. Turning around, Lu Huanyi was still sitting by the bed. He thought for a while and said, "I'm paralyzed enough."

"Hey." Lu Huanyi didn't know what to say, so he replied in a daze, walked over to put on his coat, and walked out of the house.

Today's weather is better than yesterday. After Christmas, the temperature seems to be rising little by little. In fact, there will be a cold wave in the near future. Lu Huanyi plans to take Yin Zhu with him before the cold wave hits. Strolling around, after all, it is impossible for Yin Zhu to go out with him after the weather cools down.

It's also impossible to become a little snake in a coiled pocket. He doesn't want to always wear a headset and pretend to call others. Once or twice is fine, but after more times, he always feels like a psychopath.

If Yin Zhu doesn't go out, he shouldn't even think about going out. Uncle Snake has a big temper and can't be messed with.

Can't be messed with.

Lu Huanyi hid the tip of his chin in the scarf, and glanced at Yin Zhu beside him.

"Where are we going?" Yin Zhu imitated him, rubbing his chin into the scarf, and his loose hair swayed slightly with his movements.

"I don't know, let's go to the square," Lu Huanyi stared at him for a while, "There are many people."

"Uncle Yan said you can't go to crowded places." Yin Zhu frowned, and a gust of cool wind blew over, and he frowned even tighter.

Lu Huanyi reached out and pulled the hat from the back of the down jacket for him to put on, "I'll just go shopping, if I don't stay often, I'll be fine."

Yin Zhu didn't speak, and when Lu Huanyi took his hand back, he suddenly took his hand out of his pocket, and rubbed Lu Huanyi's face vigorously.

"...What are you doing!" Lu Huanyi was stunned by his rubbing.

Yin Zhu stretched out his hands quickly, rubbed them together quickly, and retracted them quickly. Before Lu Huanyi could be taken aback for a moment, he had already put his hands back. Lu Huanyi still judged by the sudden heat on his face. Yin Zhu Rub it on his face.

"My hands are very warm," Yin Zhu said seriously, "help you keep warm."

"...Then I thank you." Lu Huanyi said.

"You're welcome." Yin Zhu nodded.

Lu Huanyi didn't bother to scold him anymore. After touching his face with his hand, he took Yin Zhu to the square.

Even in winter, the square has a dignity as a square. The grandpas and aunts who have finished their training early packed up their equipment and walked back laughing and chatting. with a joyful smile.

There were a lot of people coming and going, and the little girl who was squeezed under the bus stop not far away and stomping her feet was flushed from the cold, she gasped and looked up, confirming where she was going.

Lu Huanyi liked this scene very much.

Everyone has their own life, walking slowly or running quickly within their own plans, that is their own life, enough to squander it as much as they want.

Lu Huanyi narrowed his eyes, and his gaze froze.

There was an old man drawing sugar figures on the side of the street, sitting on a small stool, twirling a few bamboo sticks in his hands, a windshield was erected next to the small table, and there was a small charcoal basin under the table, his eyes were dull Looking at the pedestrians, the bamboo stick seemed to be on fire in his hand, but he didn't have the slightest intention to stop.

"Hey, this sugar figurine is very interesting, let me draw one for you." Lu Huanyi walked to the stall, pointed to the small turntable on the table, "If you can draw these animals, which one do you want?"

"Snake." Yin Zhu said without thinking.

"Okay," Lu Huanyi smiled at the old man, "Please, get me a snake."

It took a long time for the old man's cloudy eyes to move to Lu Huanyi's face, and he grinned, the wrinkles on his face were all piled up in one place, and it looked more and more pervasive in the cold wind, " It’s easy to say, easy to say, let’s turn the dial first.”

"No need, just get him a snake," Lu Huanyi also laughed, "He just likes snakes."

But the old man stubbornly shook his head, raised his hand and inserted the bamboo stick firmly into the table, he stood up slightly, his gray pupils shrank, and said word by word, "Turn the turntable first."

"Don't turn around," Lu Huanyi's face turned cold, and he held the old man's neck tightly after raising his hand for a moment, forcing him to raise his head and look at himself, "You'd better get out of the old man's body .”

The old man smiled darkly, "What if I don't?"

Lu Huanyi lowered his head and remained silent for a while. When he raised his head again, his face was full of illness. He asked doubtfully, "Then hit me. The ghost-killing spells I use don't do any harm to humans."

This time the old man was silent.

During that short half-second of silence, Lu Huanyi took out a small piece of yellow paper from his pocket and held it in his palm. After making a gesture, the yellow paper glowed golden in his palm. He turned sideways and hit it with his palm. On the old man's stomach, something flew out of him, and fell into a black mass on the lawn behind.

"Catch him, I have something to ask." Lu Huanyi supported the fallen old man and said softly.

Yin Zhu blinked, a light flashed in the bottom of his eyes, and he teleported to the grass, picking up the ghost with one hand.

The ghost was still struggling in Yin Zhu's hands, and Yin Zhu was annoyed by his tossing, so he just grabbed his already tattered collar and slammed it on the ground, his eyeballs almost fell out.

Lu Huanyi helped the old man to the chair and sat down, touched his stomach and touched his neck, and heaved a sigh of relief after confirming that there was nothing serious. Seeing that the old man's eyes gradually cleared up, he cleared his throat, He smiled, "Please, draw me a snake."

"Ah... oh," the old man came back to his senses, looked left and right, and the person with a cold aura who had been whispering in his ears just now disappeared out of thin air. Draw a snake.

Yin Zhu held the ghost and stood beside him, watching the old man draw a lifelike snake on the white chopping board with syrup.

The smell of caramel quickly got into his nose, and Yin Zhu felt that this thing should be delicious and sweet.

"Okay," the old man pressed the bamboo stick into the snake's body, and after cooling, he picked it up and handed it to Lu Huanyi, "Hold it."

"Hey," Lu Huanyi took it over and gave the money with a smile, "Thank you, sir."

Yin Zhu was stunned.

"No, come back next time." The old man nodded, watching the two young men walk away, holding the money handed over by the curly-haired young man in his hand, carefully inspecting it, there seemed to be something under the money, he turned around At first glance, it looks like a well-folded amulet.

The old man remembered the sound that suddenly appeared in his ears just now, and the surrounding windshield seemed to have disappeared. He was so cold that he panicked, so he quickly put the amulet into the inner pocket of his coat and put it next to his body.

Uncle Yin was angry again.

Lu Huanyi wanted to use a loudspeaker to broadcast to the whole world.

Uncle Yin again!born!gas!La!

This is the coming of menopause, insomnia, dreaminess, mood swings.

She is really Aunt Yin.

After they walked out of the edge of the square, Lu Huanyi originally wanted to pass the candy in his hand to Yin Zhu, saying, look, what a beautiful snake.

Then Uncle Yin didn't even look at him, and walked away with his eyes fixed on him like he was carrying a bag.

"Uncle Yin," Lu Huanyi shouted from behind, "what are you crazy about?"

Yin Zhu paused and looked back at Lu Huanyi, "You call him uncle?"

"...Can you still call me brother?" Lu Huanyi was stunned for a moment.

"Why is he also your uncle?" Yin Zhu asked seriously, "Aren't I your uncle?"

"...Yin Zhu, I'm serious," Lu Huanyi pointed at him with a sugar painting, "We will fight sooner or later."