Meet the moon again

Taking care of Zhongqing's eyes, Qi Lin took the initiative to blow-dry his hair once in a while.However, it is fun for someone to get started, and it is not too much to play around and procrastinate. Getting started by yourself is like fighting, and I wish I could evaporate all the water vapor in a second.

Qi Lin finally realized the troublesome thing about long hair, he turned his head and glanced at Zhong Qing, rolled over on the bed and moved to his side, raised his hand and inserted his fingers into Zhong Qing's hair.

His hair was not like his own, it was drooping softly, and Qi Lin felt that it was as comfortable as his own fluff.People in the world often say that people with soft hair are also soft-tempered. He vainly clipped a lock of Zhongqing's hair and let it slip through his hands.

Xu felt that Qi Lin's hand hadn't moved, and Zhong Qing raised his head slightly, as if looking at him, and grabbed Qi Lin's wrist with his hand, and asked softly, "What do you want to do?"

There was a little smile in his words, which made Qi Lin's heart soften, and his whole body also softened, lying on Zhong Qing's shoulder.

"I'm thinking about your previous appearance. I almost don't remember what you looked like when you had long hair. When will we grow long hair together?" Qi Lin said with a smile.

"You like it?" Zhong Qing lowered her voice and asked.

The wind outside the window lifted the curtains, drawing it into an arc, and the wind slid across Qi Lin's back, making him subconsciously lean against Zhong Qing again.

"I really like it..." Qi Lin looked at Zhong Qing's expression, and deliberately prolonged the ending.

"Oh." Zhong Qing responded lightly, and lowered his eyelids to cover those eyes covered with shadows.

Although I already have an answer in my heart, sometimes Zhong Qing can't help but think about whether Qi Lin likes him more or this face more.As soon as this idea popped up, he seemed to be stuck in an endless corner, and he couldn't stop no matter what, this kind of situation was especially common when he was Liu Wengui.

Qi Lin pulled out his hand, moved down an inch, and cupped his face: "I like you no matter what."

The temperature from the palm is a bit hot, and there is a rising trend.Qi Lin swept Zhong Qingzheng's trembling eyelashes in a small arc, and couldn't help but leaned closer, his lips slid over them, and dropped another kiss on the tip of his nose.

Qi Lin changed the subject and said to Zhong Qing: "Didn't you ask me about my past before? Now that I know, I want to tell you—do you want to know my story?"

Zhong Qing muttered for a while, finally touched her upper and lower lips, and said, "I'm listening."

Qi Lin rolled his eyes, and moved his hand down to touch Zhong Qing's abdomen, where the muscles were touched with each other.

He told a long story, from his mother to Shang Yao's death in the world.

In fact, even Qi Lin himself didn't know that he was actually a descendant of a certain divine beast.However, this bloodline was indeed extremely thin, and a little clue could be seen in his mother, but it was completely invisible in him.

He didn't know how his mother got to Shangyao's village, maybe she was raised in captivity early on, or maybe she wandered all the way later.Shang Xingyun accidentally discovered the blood of this black cat that year. At first, maybe he just wanted to lure the mountain owner out, so that he could use the cruelest sacrifice method in ancient books to skin him and expose him to the sun for three days.

The hatred of cats can haunt nine generations.In addition, the black cat was pregnant with foreign blood, and the owner of the mountain was forced out of the cave by its lingering resentment, and became the first stepping stone on Shang Xingyun's road to longevity.

"That winter, Shang Yao found me dying in a tree hole. Probably because she found a little familiarity in me, she felt that she and I were both poor homeless people, and she took me home. "

Shang Yao never named Qi Lin until he met Shang Lu.He is her destined noble man, opening a window in her confinement and dark atrium.He said that the white deer is a beautiful symbol and a fetish, and he took it as Qi Lin's name.

Even so, Shang Yao's childhood was still full of bumps and bumps.It is impossible for Shanglu to protect her all the time, and those young people with malicious intentions will not let her go willingly.

"One year, Shang Xingyun discovered that the cultivation of the mountain master still couldn't bring him real longevity, so he turned to study 'Soul Eater', which is the deep pit we saw."

However, "soul devouring" is not a long-term solution, and he does not want to rely on this nondescript method to survive.

A year later, he discovered Shang Yao.

He waited until Shang Yao and Ji, and nailed her into a wooden pillar engraved with runes with 33 long nails, forcing the last resentment of the mountain master into her body and forcing her into a demon.

But he didn't expect the subsequent changes, nor did he expect that Shang Yao's "magic nature" was much stronger than he imagined.

After that night, Shang Xingyun's cultivation base was damaged. He killed almost the entire village and blamed Shang Yao on his head, and then went alone to find this new demon leader whose whereabouts were uncertain—his unknown number stepping stone.

It took him many years to set up a scheme, and with Shang Yao's mystery and erratic temperament, she has long been the focus of many immortal sects.Later, the destruction of a small sect became the trigger for the Xianmen to besiege Shang Yao.

"She took me to escape for a long time, and finally gave me the magic pill in her body behind a huge rock. Maybe there is a reason for my blood, I transformed into a shape. But it was really too cold that year, I was in the cave I had a high fever for three days, and I can't remember anything after waking up."

"I always thought that this magic pill was my chance. I also asked about the deeds of the demon Lord Shanglu..."

But he never thought that he was one of the protagonists in this story.

In just a few days in the painting, Qi Lin reunited with Shang Yao in Ling Haizhong, who he had forgotten for hundreds of years.

He thought it was unimportant, those people were just passers-by in his life.But when he knew everything and saw the stiff smile that Shang Yao pulled out at him when he was dying, he was startled to feel the pain in his bones, and he couldn't let go.

"This is all the stories in the painting in the middle of the world." Qi Lin yawned, and buried his head in Zhong Qing's neck.The sky outside was pitch black, and it was the darkest moment before dawn, but the cicadas on the tree were still exchanging, one after another, making the night even more silent.

Zhong Qing bent his arms and stroked Qi Lin's back tenderly, his eyes were fixed on the ceiling, even though he couldn't see anything.

He originally wanted to speak out to comfort him, but when the words came to his lips, they seemed to be locked in a lock, and he couldn't say anything.

"Thinking about it this way, I'm more than a little older than you..." Qi Lin changed into that unscrupulous tone again, and said to Zhong Qing with a smile.

"Ah."

"You..." Qi Lin sighed and didn't continue.He leaned on Zhongqing's arm, closed his eyes, the other person's breathing was close at hand, if he stuck to him a little more, he could even hear his heartbeat.So stable, so reassuring.

The first ray of dawn shines on the earth, and the breath of the two is long and long, cuddling each other and stepping into the first dream.

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When I woke up, it was already past meal time—lunch time.Zhong Qing opened her eyes, feeling the emptiness around her, not even the heat left.Only the still rumpled sheets showed that someone had been lying here.

He touched the edge of the bed and stood up, opened the closet according to his memory, and found out a set of clothes that he thought were suitable for the season.Even though she couldn't see her own clothes, Zhong Qing arranged them clumsily to the point where she felt there was nothing wrong with them.

There was a smell of food in the living room. I couldn't tell what it was, but it unexpectedly attracted people's appetite.

Zhongqing stepped on the wooden floor, and the slippers made a rattling sound when they came into contact with the wooden board.He paced to the dining room, and happened to meet Qi Lin who had just finished his career.

It is rare for Qi Lin to get up early today.

Zhong Qing stretched out her hand, tentatively wanting to touch him, Qi Lin complied with his wish, took his hand and let it rest on her palm.

"No more lying down?" Zhong Qing asked him.

Qi Lin smiled, and said softly: "Isn't this why I got up early to serve you well?"

He led Zhong Qing to the dining table, guided him to sit down, and handed him the bamboo chopsticks on the dining table.

"What did you do?" Zhong Qing set up the bamboo chopsticks, and touched the first dish under Qi Lin's instructions.

"Scrambled eggs with green peppers and fried enoki mushrooms." Qi Lin said.

Love: "..."

What is this configuration?

In order to prevent himself from being unable to eat after taking one bite, Zhong Qing moved the chopsticks to another direction.

"what is this?"

"Steam fish."

Just as Zhong Qing thought that such a dish is normal, the next second she heard Qi Lin say: "I put sugar as salt, it seems a bit sweet."

Zhong Qing: "It's okay, sweet and sour fish is also fine..."

"I read on the Internet that fermented bean curd is also delicious for fish, so I added some fermented bean curd, but it seems... not so good."

Qi Lin's voice softened, and he said cautiously.

Zhong Qing said, "Don't go to that website again next time."

"But I also made soup." Qi Lin remedied, "I read on the Internet that cassia seeds and chrysanthemums have the effect of improving eyesight, so I added them together and stewed a pot of soup, and added some goji berries. But I haven't tasted it yet. You try it first?"

Zhong Ai has lost all temper, his only thought now is to quickly order a takeaway, and then uninstall all the browsers in Qi Lin's phone.

He obviously did a good job before, why did Qi Lin's cooking skills go back to before liberation as soon as he didn't look at it?It made him wonder whether the other party deliberately manipulated him.

"The next time you cook, tell me first." Zhong Qing hinted.

"Okay." Qi Lin said obediently, and incidentally stuffed the soup he had just filled into Zhong Qing's hand, "Take a sip first."

Zhong Qing held the bowl that he had forcefully stuffed over him, and she didn't put it away, but she didn't.Finally bit the bullet and took a sip.

However, what comes into the mouth is not a weird taste, but a sweet winter melon fragrance.

He was deceived.