Buried fire

The whole room fell silent after I took the trouble to say that sentence.

Lu Huan wanted to laugh, but he couldn't laugh out loud after seeing his brother's overly entangled expression, and he didn't dare to raise the corners of his mouth too obviously. He smiled at the head of the bed for a while.

After laughing, he took a deep breath and wrote to Lu Zhen: "Hey, you came here this time to tell me about this?"

"Of course not," Lu Zhenshu came back to his senses, and couldn't help but glanced at Yin Zhu before continuing, "Second Master Uncle sent something from the mountain, and asked me to pass it on to you."

"Why didn't he send it to me directly?" Lu Huanyi asked suspiciously.

"He said he couldn't find where you are with his spiritual sense," Lu Zhenshu looked at him helplessly, "I guess Master gave you some magic weapon to hide your breath, right?"

"Ah," Lu Huanyi subconsciously touched the small mirror in his pocket, "Well, what did the second uncle send?"

"He found a good weapon and asked me to bring it to you," Lu Zhenshu said, took out a small cloth bag the size of a palm, reached in and touched it, but when he didn't find it, he put his hand in it directly, The seemingly small bag can actually hold the arm of a grown man, "I know you are used to using daggers, and the second uncle didn't want to change weapons for you."

Ordinary Taoist weapons are long swords, but daggers are rarely used.

Yin Zhu glanced at Lu Huanyi, and found that he was very excited, with a happy expression on his face, and urged: "Stop fucking nonsense, quickly show it to me!"

"Don't swear!" Lu Zhenshu patted Lu Huanyi's head with his free hand, and continued to grope with the other hand, and finally found the dagger.

That dagger was actually made of white jade, it was a bit larger than the wooden one he had before, it was warm to the touch, it was a piece of fine jade, if you looked closely you could still see a faint white light around the tip of the dagger.

They practice ghosts and exterminate personal weapons. They don't care whether their personal weapons are sharp or not. After all, they rely on their cultivation. Ordinary sharp weapons can't hurt ghosts. Lu Huanyi clenched the dagger tightly and didn't say anything. He loves it.

"Speak to Second Martial Uncle for me... Forget it, I'll talk it out myself." Lu Huanyi played with the dagger with one hand, raised the corner of his mouth, touched his cell phone, and called Second Martial Uncle.

Second Martial Uncle quickly got through the phone, and the volume he yelled at the phone could be heard clearly even eight hundred miles away, "Hello? Sui Sui?"

"Hey!" Lu Huanyi also shouted happily, "Second Martial Uncle! Thank you for the dagger! I really like it!"

"As long as you like it, as long as you like it!" The second uncle said cheerfully, "I specially asked someone to make it for you, it's a New Year's gift!"

Lu Huanyi froze for a moment, the smile on his face froze.

"I heard from your master that you don't plan to come back for the New Year this year? That's good, that's good. Young people should have their own pursuits and lives," the second uncle was still laughing on the phone. I don't know if it was Lu Huanyi's illusion. He felt that the second uncle's voice was a little softer.

Not as loud as before.

But it should be his illusion.

After all, after hearing the words "New Year's gift", he felt a little confused.

The day after tomorrow is New Year's Day, and you have to wait more than ten days for the new year, why did you give a New Year's gift?

Shimen's New Year's Eve has always been the New Year's Eve and Spring Festival, and there is no day on which New Year's gifts will be given on December 31 to create a vigorous New Year's Eve.

What does second uncle mean?

"Sui Sui? Sui Sui?" Second Martial Uncle didn't hear Lu Huanyi's response, so he yelled twice in doubt.

"Hey, stop shouting, the mice on the street won't dare to dig holes when they hear your voice, you know." Lu Huanyi said with a smile.

The two chatted nonsense for a while before hanging up the phone, but Lu Huanyi was a little absent-minded, and both Lu Zhenshu and Yin Zhu could see it.

After hanging up the phone, Lu Huanyi twirled the dagger in his hand, held the handle and put it in the small cabinet under his coffee table, looked up at Lu Zhenshu, "Look, the second uncle even tacitly agreed that I won't go back Now, don't... waste effort."

"...I'll ask Master again," Lu Zhenshu's brows haven't been loosened since the Second Martial Uncle said "New Year's gift", "There must be something in it..."

"Nothing," Lu Huanyi shrugged, "He just doesn't want me to go back, and I don't want to go back either."

After a pause, he added, "The main reason is that I don't want to go back."

Lu Zhenshu wanted to say something else, but he swallowed it when it reached his lips, but he didn't say it.

After sitting for a while, Lu Zhenshu still left. Before leaving, he gave the talisman he had drawn to Lu Huanyi for self-defense. Lu Huanyi took it and didn't say much. After Lu Zhenshu left, he opened the small cabinet under the coffee table , together with the white jade dagger.

Yin Zhu was still sitting on the bed, motionless like an old monk in meditation.

Lu Huanyi felt that he might have fallen asleep. Although he had his eyes open, there was no rule that monsters could not sleep with their eyes open.

He stared at Yin Zhu for a while before he remembered that there was still a sugar painting he had bought on the table, and he just took a piece of plastic wrap to put it in the refrigerator, but was interrupted by the ghost and forgot.

The orange-yellow sugar had been slowly melted at room temperature, and it lay softly on the plastic wrap. When the bamboo stick was picked up, one or two strands of sugar could still be drawn out. He pulled the corner of his mouth, "What should I do, sir?" , this thing has turned into this, can it still be eaten?"

"Try it." Yin Zhu got up and sat down on the sofa, took the bamboo stick in Lu Huanyi's hand, dipped it in some syrup and sipped it, it was bitterly sweet, he frowned, and shook it regretfully at Lu Huanyi shook his head.

Lu Huanyi seemed to be smiling.

Like smiling, but also like not smiling, Yin Zhu didn't have time to see his expression clearly, Lu Huanyi quickly walked around the sofa and lay down on the bed, the curly hair on his head curled up unwillingly, but he couldn't look at him no matter what. Not the usual energy.

Yin Zhu poked the syrup with a bamboo stick again. He couldn't eat it anymore, so he wrapped it in plastic wrap, took the little lump into the kitchen, and put it in the refrigerator—he still remembered Lu Huanyi I said that the things that can't be eaten should be sealed with plastic wrap and put in the refrigerator.

When he came out, Lu Huanyi was still lying on his stomach, with slippers hanging on his feet, his arms folded under his head, his waist and legs seemed to be stretched, Yin Zhu stared at it After a while, he sat on the edge of the bed and lay down.

"You want to go back," Yin Zhu paused for a while, as if he was organizing his words, "you can say it clearly."

"I don't want to go back." Lu Huanyi's voice sounded a little muffled, probably because his mouth was so close to the bed sheet, the heat was sprayed on it, and he could even feel a burst of moisture.

"Your brother is gone, no need to pretend," Yin Zhu turned over, leaning sideways with one arm under his head and the other on his back, patting gently, "If you want to go back, go back."

Lu Huanyi remained silent.

Yin Zhu didn't speak, the hand pressing on Lu Huanyi didn't use any force, but it didn't deliberately tense, it just pressed on Lu Huanyi's back so smoothly.

Lu Huanyi finally raised his head, dodged to the side impatiently, and shook his arm off his back.

"It's not a question of whether I want to go back or not," Lu Huanyi looked at him, "It's my master who won't let me go back."

"Then do you want to go back?" Yin Zhu also looked at him.

Lu Huanyi was silent for a while, then nodded slightly, and after a while, shook his head again.

"Then next time your senior brother asks you," Yin Zhu raised his hand again, rubbing the hair on his forehead, "speak carefully."

"...I can't go back even if I say so," Lu Huanyi sniffed, "What's the need, it's embarrassing."

"But you have to say," Yin Zhu still rubbed his hair, his movements became lighter each time, "what you want to do, what you want to say, you should say it clearly when you can say it, and you can't wait until you don't have a chance to regret it later. "

Lu Huanyi was stunned for a moment, probably because he didn't expect Yin Zhu to say such a thing.

"This is the first thing the person who raised me taught me." Yin Zhu's voice also slowed down, probably falling asleep, and the movements of his hands gradually slowed down, "I will teach you too."

Lu Huanyi didn't speak, and waited until Yin Zhu fell asleep before removing his hand from the front of his forehead little by little, and gently placed it on the bed.

Both of them were lying on the bed, without slippers, with half of their calves hanging out.

Yin Zhu will not be unable to fall asleep because of this position, nor will he feel uncomfortable. After all, he is a magical monster who can fall asleep peacefully in any difficult sleeping position.

Sometimes Lu Huanyi would suspect that he would pick him up and throw him upstairs, and he would not wake up even after spinning and turning in the air for three and a half weeks.

Lu Huanyi lay down for a while, but still got up, straightened Yin Candleboard, supported his head and gently placed it on the pillow, and covered him with a quilt.

After all, Yin Zhu failed to withstand the temptation of hibernation and fell into a deep sleep.

Finally, only traces of his activities remained in this room.Sound, breath, everything seemed so lonely and lonely.

The feeling of standing in the center of the world with a loudspeaker, wanting to yell but being unable to yell, and no one hearing him and no one caring about him, is no different from being stripped naked and thrown into the snow in winter.

Yin Zhu didn't know when he would wake up from this sleep.

What you want to do, what you want to say, you should say it clearly when you can say it.

I can't wait to regret it when I don't have a chance in the future.

Uncle Yin is quite reasonable.

He couldn't wait for his soul to remain in the world after he died, and then tell the master how much he wanted to stay with them on the mountain.

But how can that be?

Even if he said it, he would still die two years later.

It's better to leave Master and the others, and try to fade away the feelings, so as not to die in time, and add a little more sadness to them.

He was already a dying man.

Master picked him up more than ten years ago and brought him up. He has given him the greatest kindness, and he can't let them worry about it anymore.

Although I don't know how much the relationship can be weakened after two years of separation, but... how much it can be weakened.

Lu Huanyi turned off the light, sat by the bed, and quietly fell into his own strange thinking circle.