I cross the cold pond

Xu Ziru was lying on the tree, and was taken aback when he heard the words, subconsciously always felt that there seemed to be something wrong.

He hugged the tree trunk and murmured to himself: "How old...how old...rest in peace..."

Suddenly another name popped up in his mind - He Chan.

Who is He Chan?

He poked his head over the tree trunk and looked down: "Will you have many adopted children?"

He Zhen seemed to be taken aback by his question, he shook his head, feeling that Xu Ziru was childish and said with a smile, "That's not true."

He asked with a smile, "Are you missing your father or mother? I think you are not much different in age from your father. You can regard me as your father."

Xu Ziru didn't want to find a cheap father, but felt that there might be something wrong with her memory.

Alone on the tree, he recalled his memories of He Zhen.

After a while, only two keywords were extracted: "He Zhen", "Great Good Man" and "Nuwa Stone".

As for Yan Qinghe standing next to He Zhen under the tree, he still raised his head and stared at the branch on the tree where Xu Zi was waiting, and said to He Zhen: "No need, I will take it away." he."

"Huh?" He Zhen was a little puzzled, "Do you know this kid? Could it be the son of an acquaintance?"

In fact, He Zhen has seen Yan Qinghe quite a few times, but in recent years, he has seen him a few more times.

This cultivator is very emotional. Although it is polite to meet and talk, he can clearly feel that the other party doesn't think much of you.

All the monks from various sects of Taoism think that they can cultivate the Dao, so they disdain to make sincere friends with ordinary people. He Zhen knows a lot of monks and knows this well.

Yan Qinghe was colder than that group of people. The first time he met Yan Qinghe a few years ago, members of the Tianji sect came to the Charity Hall to adopt a child.

They took away five or six children here and there, and He Zhen sent some of them away, and stayed overnight in the Charity Hall.

The child went to bed early at night, and he and Ning Qing were whispering about the child in the outer room. There was a knock on the door in the lobby, and He Zhen opened the door with a lamp in his hand. When he opened the door, he saw Yan Qinghe standing outside.

His pitch-black hair was not tied up, but it was loose behind him, stepping on the moonlight and asked indifferently, "Where is the charity hall?"

He Zhen nodded: "Excuse me, are you..."

Yan Qinghe took off the Tianji Gate exclusive waist badge from his waist, handed it to He Zhen, and nodded slightly: "Yan Qinghe, hello."

The long hair on his cheeks fell in front of him along the way he nodded.

He Zhen has seen people from Tianjimen who are more well-dressed than the other, but he has never seen Yan Qinghe like this, but looking at the waist card by candlelight, it is indeed the waist card of Tianjimen, so he cheers up Come to greet this person who came to visit suddenly: "May I ask you what's the matter, some of you have already picked up us children with spiritual roots during the day."

Yan Qinghe put his hands on the wooden door and said concisely: "There is a child I forgot to take away."

He Zhen was stunned: "Ah? They took all five children away."

Yan Qinghe pushed open the door and walked in, said flatly, "There is one more."

He Zhen held the lamp and followed behind him: "Which child is it? He Niu? She really wanted to go to the mountains to learn powerful kung fu, but during the day she found that she was not very talented, so she didn't take her away."

Yan Qinghe didn't answer his words, and his shoes didn't make any sound when they stepped on the ground: "Do all the children sleep here?"

He Zhen immediately replied after hearing the words: "No, no, there are more male dolls, they sleep in two rooms, and the female dolls are on the other side."

Yan Qinghe pushed open the door in front of him, and inside the room was a huge bunk, with a few haystacks piled up in the corner, and the child was sleeping on the bed stretched out.

Yan Qinghe walked in, and He Zhen followed behind him to hold the lamp for him, Yan Qinghe walked around and then withdrew, then walked around again, closed the door and walked out.

He stood in the courtyard, his long hair was covered with moonlight, his brows were light, he pondered for a while and said to He Zhen: "Today is late, I will come back in a few days."

Yan Qinghe has been here several times before and after.

This time he paid so much attention to a new doll, He Zhen couldn't help but wonder if Yan Qinghe went back and forth so many times just to find the little doll he picked up today?Perhaps this child is a child left behind by an acquaintance?Yan Qinghe spent all this time looking for this child?

He couldn't help asking.

"Ah."

Yan Qinghe responded perfunctorily from his nasal cavity, still looking up at Xu Zizi on the tree.

He Zhen became worried again: "Where are the parents of this baby? I think the child still misses his parents."

Yan Qinghe hummed absently, not thinking about He Zhen beside him at all.

He Zhen is in a dilemma: "But I see that he doesn't seem to want to leave you very much."

Only then did Yan Qinghe divert his gaze to He Zhen's face, he was a little puzzled: "Why?"

He Zhen thought that these half-immortals must have grown up drinking dew, but they could ask this question so frankly, as if the whole world should be happy when they see them, he smiled: "After all, children, Of course it is to coax.

And they are strangers who have never met before, of course, it is the gentler people who make them feel closer. "

Yan Qinghe withdrew his gaze and looked at the tree. He was a little dull and stupefied, as if he didn't quite understand what He Zhen said.

He Zhen said again: "Children are the worst at hiding their emotions, they can get close to whoever they like.

He felt scared when he saw you, of course he wanted to run away. "

"..." After a long time, Yan Qinghe slowly chewed the word between his lips and teeth, "Afraid?"

He Zhen thinks about your appearance, seeing the child without a smile on his face, of course the child will be scared.

He also heard Yan Qinghe ask puzzledly: "Why?"

When He Zhen heard the words, he was even more convinced that Yan Qinghe was a person who grew up drinking dew, and he laughed for no reason: "You practitioners don't understand human feelings and sophistication.

When you see a child, you should laugh and coax him. Only then will he feel that you like him and be willing to have a close relationship with you. "

Yan Qinghe pursed his lips, stretched out his hands to embrace Xu Ziru on the tree, and said to Xu Ziru on the tree, "Do you want to come down? I can take you there if you want to do anything."

He Zhen was a little surprised, but also amused: "Children don't understand those.

You have to tell him what he likes. If he likes to play in the water, coax him to take him to play in the water. If he likes crickets, you say to take him to catch insects. If he likes candy, say to buy him candy. "

After Yan Qinghe heard it, he said to Xu Ziru on the tree: "I can take you to play in the water, catch insects, and buy you candy."

After hearing this, He Zhen let out an oops: "This is not acceptable, you can't spoil the child like this."

Yan Qinghe turned his head and glanced at He Zhen lightly, that glance was obviously without any emotion, but He Zhen could feel that he seemed to be telling himself politely and distantly, "Please don't meddle in your own business", He Zhen was a little embarrassed He raised his hand and touched his nose.

Yan Qinghe stared at Xu Ziru on the tree patiently, and did not let go of his raised hands.

He Zhen felt that this was not an option, so he shouted at the top of his voice, "Xiao Xu, the sun is going down soon.

If you stay up there again, there will be big monsters taking you away at night, come down quickly. "

Xu Zi adjusted his posture at this moment and sat on a thick branch. He grabbed a leaf and stuffed it in his mouth. He rolled his eyes when he heard such a lie to a child.

Through the dense leaves, he could see the white jade hair crown on Yan Qinghe's head under the tree, and saw Yan Qinghe's neck stretched out, he bowed his body and looked down, feeling a little inexplicable and strange, There are also some tastes.

He became more and more irritable, stretched out his hand to grab the leaves on the tree, and threw one by one.

He Zhen coaxed the child at the bottom again: "Be good, didn't you say you were hungry just now, shall we come down and eat something?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Ziru's stomach growled twice as if in response to her.

He threw away the leaf in his mouth, and leaned on the tree trunk to look down.

After looking at it for a while, he raised his finger to Yan Qinghe, and spoke like a naughty child: "You."

Yan Qinghe looked up at him.

Xu Ziru ordered uncomfortably: "You take me down."

Yan Qinghe flew up the tree in an instant, he hugged Xu Ziruan and landed safely, and then asked him: "What do you want to eat?" After asking, he thought of what He Zhen said just now, children like faces, and kind words Man, he pursed his lips, and said again in a softened tone with some inexperience, "I'll take you there, okay?"

Yan Qinghe was not used to speaking like this, and it sounded low and low at first glance. He spoke in a coy, very unskilled way, and it was strange to hear Xu Ziru sitting in his arms.

The two looked at each other for a while, and Yan Qinghe's voice became softer, and this time it sounded a little more normal than last time: "There is a lady in the town who makes delicious cakes, I will take you to eat them." , how are you?"

Xu Ziru hesitated for a while, he didn't want to leave the charity hall yet.

Dong Bo's pair of intact legs, He Zhen and his wife, and that strange adopted son, he still hasn't figured out.

While still hesitating, his stomach growled again.

Xu Ziru was a little embarrassed, he reached out and scratched his unwashed and tied slightly curly hair for a while, Yan Qinghe hugged him and walked outside the charity hall, coaxing: "I will bring you back later if you want to come back, How are you?"

Xu Ziru felt annoyed, felt that Yan Qinghe had taken the wrong medicine, and felt that Yan Qinghe was a ghost.

But I couldn't resist my stomach growling all the time, and finally I just spit out the word "good" silently.

After finishing speaking, he only felt that his heart was not firm, and sugar-coated shells could blow him away.

He thought that Yan Qinghe might have been so gentle to him as a child, otherwise how could he have forgotten Yan Qinghe all his life.

After a while, I found excuses for myself, thinking that my physical body is a child of a few years old, and it is normal for my mind to be unstable.

Anyway, it is always impossible for a person to jump into the same well several times in a row.

Xu Ziru has always boasted of being a free and easy person, but when facing Yan Qinghe, his mood is always repeated.

Being always controlled by Yan Qinghe made him a little unwilling, and it made him even more unhappy to sit in Yan Qinghe's arms and watch this person.

It took Yan Qinghe less than half a stick of incense to hold Xu Ziru in his arms, from Heshan Village to Pingshui Town, the town was a little busier than the village.

Although it was still in a famine year, there were still four or five tables of people sitting in the only restaurant in the town, and the waiter shuttled between the tables with plates, saying to people: "It's all game.

I went to the mountain to fight yesterday, and I just killed it this morning. It is fresh. These days, it is hard to eat these. After eating today, it will be gone tomorrow.

The shopkeeper said that the business could not continue, and he would close the restaurant in a few days. "

Xu Ziru was put on the seat by Yan Qinghe, staring at the talking Xiao Er with great interest.

The chatter of these waiters is particularly pyrotechnic. In the past, Xu Ziru went to the hotel to drink, and often chatted with Xiaoer while drinking.

They can also talk about everything. When they go to the dignitaries in the capital, the capable people who cultivate immortals on the mountains, and the widows next door to their lovers at night, they talk with gusto, and Xu Ziru listens with great gusto.

After greeting people, Xiao Er came over to greet their table: "What do you need here?"

Xu Ziru opened his mouth and said, "Just the wild game you just mentioned, let's serve a plate."

The old god he said is here, he looks like a regular customer, but now he looks like a little ghost, and his tone of speech doesn't match his appearance, making people feel like they can't help but laugh.

The little girl smiled as expected, "Children can't eat it."

Xu Ziru was a little speechless, thinking about whether that thing strengthens yang, what children can't eat.

Yan Qinghe next to him said, "Let's go."

After giving orders to Xiaoer, he asked Xu Zizi again, "What else do you want to eat?"

Xiaoer originally thought that the child's ordering must be unreliable, so he deliberately perfunctory. Now that the adults in the company have finalized their words, he smiled and responded enthusiastically: "Okay."

Xu Ziru ordered four or five dishes by himself, and while waiting for the dishes to be served, neither of them said a word.

Xu Ziru doesn't want to talk to Yan Qinghe, anyway, he is a child now, he has the right to be willful and not to speak.

And Yan Qinghe didn't seem to have any desire to speak, he stared at Xu Ziru absent-mindedly for a while, and then looked out of the gate with a calm expression.

After this meal, it was already dark outside.

Yan Qinghe called Xiao Er to pay the bill, and Xiao Er signaled to lead the person to the shopkeeper who collected the money: "Come here to pay the bill."

Yan Qinghe stood up and was about to follow, he took half a step forward and paused, he looked down at Xu Zizi, who was sitting on the seat, who was full of wine and food, and asked, "Are you full?"

Xu Ziru held his stomach and nodded.

Yan Qinghe walked up to him, bent down and picked him up, and followed Xiaoer to the shopkeeper to pay the bill.

The second child was also talkative, and laughed when he saw this: "You are too used to your doll, why do you still have to hug such a big child every day?"

As he spoke, he slapped Xu Ziru in Yan Qinghe's arms and shaved his face with a smile, "Shame on your face."

"..." Xu Ziru felt shame and anger very rarely, but Yan Qinghe hugged him like black iron chains, no matter how unwilling he was to be hugged, he was thrown into Yan Qinghe's arms.

Yan Qinghe glanced at Xiaoer with Xu Ziru in his arms, casually and without any anger, and asked indifferently, "Is there something wrong?"

Xiao Er was choked by him, unable to speak, and could only silently lead the way ahead.

After Yan Qinghe settled the bill, he walked out of the restaurant with Xu Ziru in his arms. He walked lightly and quickly.

Xu Ziru is young, and his energy is not as abundant as he expected, and he feels a little sleepy after a full meal. Yan Qinghe hugged him firmly, and his eyelids drooped.

"Sleepy?" Yan Qinghe's voice rang softly in his ears.

Xu Ziru didn't speak, Yan Qinghe pressed the back of his head with one hand, let Xu Ziru's head rest on his shoulder and neck, and then exhaled hypnotically: "Sleep."

As soon as Xu Ziru closed his eyes, he fell asleep directly.

Yan Qinghe originally wanted to go on the road overnight, but Xu Ziru, who was sleeping in his arms, apparently did not sleep very soundly on him, and always made some unconscious moaning noises.

He thought for a moment, and finally took a room at the inn in the town with his mind free.

At night, Yan Qinghe put Xu Ziru on the soft bed to sleep, and after the quilt was covered, he got up and walked to the other side of the bed.

The room was quiet, and Xu Ziru was very obedient when he was lying on the bed and sleeping. He was lying on his side, holding the edge of the quilt with one hand, sleeping very deeply, and breathing very lightly.

And Yan Qinghe was even more quiet. He sat on the bench with his hands on his lap and his back against the wall. His silent posture seemed to be in meditation in front of the Buddha.

The candles on the table in the room burned shorter and shorter, and with the sound of a candle crackling, Yan Qinghe, who seemed to be in a trance, turned slightly sideways.

There was some thin sweat on his forehead.

There was a strange voice mocking sharply in his ear.

"He hates you."

"You beg him, but he doesn't want to talk to you."

"Look at him if you don't believe me, he doesn't want to see you, even if he pretends to be asleep, he doesn't want to even look at you."

Yan Qinghe closed his eyes and leaned on the bed with his forehead supported by one hand. His forehead was wet with sweat, his brows were frowned in pain, and a few messy strands of black hair were sticking wetly between his forehead.

The high-pitched voice continued to jeer endlessly: "He will run away in a moment."

"As soon as you take your eyes off him, he runs away."

"Go to sleep, go to sleep.

When you fall asleep, he is free. "

"It will never appear in front of your eyes again in this life."

Yan Qinghe frowned, sweating profusely, and he angrily reprimanded "Get out" in a low voice.

It's not loud, but still loud enough in an extremely quiet room.

He seemed to be awakened from a nightmare by his own voice, a pair of heavy eyes suddenly opened, his eyes stared straight at the silent air in front of him like a falcon, his chest heaved greatly.