Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

Chapter 379 Warm Tea and Old Dreams

Chapter 379 Warm Tea and Old Dreams

The sea breeze, carrying the salty smell of sea salt, blew over Chihuyan, and the red lacquered eaves shone with a coral sheen in the twilight. The stove in Wanmintang was on fire, and the sparks from Xiangling's cooking pot wove a golden-red spider web amid the sound of the iron spoon and the porcelain bowl colliding. The hair on Guoba's head was stirred by the steaming white steam, and his plump body suddenly tensed up - his glass-colored pupils reflected the figure walking slowly on the stone steps of the pier, and his bear paws unconsciously squeezed the spicy squid skewers to produce oily stars.

"Lu!" With the crisp sound of the oil pan bursting, the rice crust hit the drying rack like an arrow. The newly blossoming glazed lilies in the cracks of the blue bricks shrank in fear from the strong wind. When the rustling stopped, the brown-yellow figure had stopped in front of the long robe with dark bamboo patterns. When he looked up, the chili sauce happened to drip from the tip of his nose.

"How are you, old friend?" Zhongli's voice was like a zither playing the copper bells on the eaves, startling the dozing birds and fluttering across the glazed tiles. The wide sleeves with rock patterns brushed the tip of his nose with rice crust and sauce, and the aroma of animal meat roasted in the bonfire of Guiliyuan five hundred years ago suddenly filled his ears. The silver-gray fur curled up on the guest's shoulder exploded as if in response, and the sound waves stirred by the dragon horn golden bells created gilded ripples in the twilight.

Grandma Ping's pipe made three clear sounds on the blue bricks, and the night sky of Liyue Harbor was wrinkled with the sound waves. Xizhi turned into silver-gray lightning and swept across the eaves. The glass lamp under the eaves splashed light and shadow on the threshold of the Hall of Rebirth - the young lady was sitting cross-legged on the bluestone slab, humming the song of rebirth with her fingertips around the tassels of the empty cat bed, and the plum blossom hairpin in her hair dragged a crimson track in the moonlight as she shook her head.

"The nature of a naughty boy." Zhongli's fingertips stroked the scales behind Xizhi's ears, and the rock elements flowing in the veins of the earth were injected into the roots of the ancient trees in Qingce Village. The veins of the new buds and leaves stretched in his consciousness were winding, just fitting in with the cracks in Lin Huan's old armor. Xizhi buried his face deeper into the arms filled with sandalwood, but the golden bell at the tip of his tail emitted a clear and trembling sound.

"The true meaning of a contract lies in the mutual understanding between the parties." The guest scratched the cat's soft fur with his fingertips. The rock patterns flowed like stars in the twilight. "Some people see armor as a cage, while others see the way home from it. I believe you have understood this situation."

The smoke rings that Grandma Ping exhaled turned into translucent glass lilies, and the petals lightly touched the fluffy tip of Xizhi's tail. "The tea is cold."

The dusk permeated the old elm table where three bowls of tea were served, and dyed the ice cracked tea cup into amber. Zhongli lowered his eyes to watch the floating Mengding Huangya in the cup, and the curling tea smoke blurred the thousand-year-old mist under his gilded eyes. Xizhi curled up in the sleeves of the dark bamboo pattern and took a nap, and the silver-gray fluff glowed with the flow of rock elements. Suddenly, a group of sparrows flew by with a faded lamp wick in their beaks, startling the cat's ears to stand up suddenly - a plum-colored figure hummed a tune and jumped from the end of the long street, and the wooden clogs crushed the moonlight flowing on the bluestone slabs.

"Zhongli Keqing - Oh, Xizhi is back?!" Hu Tao suddenly stopped, and the celadon cup in his arms fell. When the pickled pork soup wrapped with bamboo shoots rolled down the cracks in the rocks, Xizhi had exploded into a ball of hair and rushed onto the eaves. The lingering sound of the wind chime that shattered the dragon horn golden bell was vaguely heard from the mining horn of the abyss four hundred years ago.

Gilded rock patterns flowed from Zhongli's wrist, and the falling porcelain cup hovered three inches from the tip of the girl's nose. "Hall Master, be careful." He flicked the cat's ears with his fingers, and a few tufts of silver hair stained with Qingxin flower juice fell into Hutao's stunned eyes.

The girl suddenly squatted down and poked the floating hair: "Last time, Sister Lin Huan said she was going to Qingce Manor to collect herbs, but there was no news for half a month..." She suddenly buried her face in Xizhi's belly, laughing so hard that the cat's whiskers trembled: "It's the same again this time... It's so annoying! I must deduct 34% of her salary!"

"Gurgle--" Xizhi's belly rumbled like thunder, and the tip of his tail entangled Zhongli's black jade ring in embarrassment. A sigh floated from the depths of the dark alley, mixed with the mellow aroma of aged osmanthus wine: "This is the seventh time. This child always wraps his worries in the lotus leaf rice."

Zhongli suddenly stuffed the cat into the girl's arms: "I'll trouble you tonight, Hall Master." The rock pattern brushed past Xizhi's ears, and the dragon horn golden bell sank deep into the fur. "Forced cause and effect will eventually turn into a cocoon that binds the heart."

"I know—" Hu Tao dragged on with a dramatic voice, burying her face in the cat's fur, "I will feed Xizhi into a plump Pixiu and make that naughty Ah Huan who played missing very angry!"

When the midnight gong shattered the past, Xizhi was sitting on the highest Chiwen ridge beast in the Hall of Rebirth. Under his claws, in the thousands of lights of Liyue Harbor, rock-patterned fireworks suddenly bloomed in the direction of Wangshu Inn - the gilded light marks cut through the night, just like the tip of Xiao's spear slicing through the remnants of the demon god. She lowered her head and gently rubbed the bow tied by Hu Walnut on her neck, and a sugar-coated almond rolled out of the bell, and the sweetness spread through the four hundred years of war.

"The contract is done." Zhongli's sigh dissipated into the night mist of Feiyunpo, startling the water lilies and causing them to tremble and drop three drops of cold dew.