I cross the cold pond

Xu Ziru fell asleep just after eating a full meal at night, and when he opened his eyes, he felt that he slept very happily.

Even when he opened his eyes from the Mianshui River, the sense of chaos that had always existed in his mind completely disappeared after this awakening.

His mind is clear at the moment, because he has been sleeping under the quilt, his cheeks are hot, and his body is also a little hot.

He couldn't help kicking his legs under the quilt, and kicked aside the quilt covering himself that was getting in the way.

The room was very quiet, with no light.

Xu Ziru couldn't distinguish things clearly at night, lying under the quilt and blinking his eyes staring at the blurry top of the bed above his head.

Still thinking about where he was sleeping, a hand with distinct knuckles stretched out from his eyes.

The hand that was as white as Qiongyu in the night reached over and straightened the quilt that he kicked off, put the quilt back on him, and put it back again.

Xu Ziru turned to look at the owner of this hand.

In the darkness, Xu Ziru could barely see Yan Qinghe sitting sideways beside his bed. He propped his head on the bed rail with one hand, his long hair was loose, and a few strands of hair covered his side face. She looked very white and clean, sitting beside Xu Ziru silently like a ghost with nowhere to go in the middle of the night.

Xu Ziru was taken aback by Yan Qinghe, whom he had never seen before: "You..." opened his mouth but didn't know what he was going to say.

Yan Qinghe half-closed his eyes, and heard a voice cast a faint glance at him through the narrow eye slits: "Wake up at night?"

His voice was a little hoarse, and his mood was so weak that he was almost unpopular.

Xu Ziru stayed warm under the quilt, and secretly stretched out his feet from under the quilt to dissipate heat. After calming down, he asked calmly, "Where is this?"

Yan Qinghe replied: "Pingshui Town Inn."

Xu Ziru asked again: "Why am I here?"

Yan Qinghe answered every question: "Because I fell asleep."

"..." Yan Qinghe was still Yan Qinghe, he couldn't chat for a while, Xu Ziru laughed in his heart, and he felt hotter when he was lying in the quilt, he kicked the quilt with his feet, and the cold wind from outside the quilt came in.

Yan Qinghe stretched out his hand to hold his quilt: "Catch a cold."

He said.

"So hot."

Xu Ziru muttered.

Yan Qinghe obviously didn't know how to take care of the child, so he just silently helped Xu Ziru put the kicked quilt back on his body.

"It's so dark."

Xu Ziru muttered again.

Yan Qinghe got up, walked to the candlestick in front of the table, picked up the torch next to him, and wanted to light the candle.

His long black hair was not tied up, and the ends of his hair hung down around his waist. The hair on his cheeks fell slightly in front of his body as he bowed. His light eyebrows and eyes were focused on the wick of the candle.

Light the candle and turn around.

Xu Ziru had already jumped off the bed, and he stood barefoot at the gate, tiptoeing to reach the top of the door.

The sparks on the Yanqinghe fire had not yet been extinguished, standing by the candle and watching Xu Ziru standing at the door, he asked, "It's not yet dawn, where do you want to go?"

Xu Ziru fled openly and aboveboard, and he didn't feel afraid when he heard his question. He said without looking back: "I don't want to stay with you, I want to go back."

Yan Qinghe Gai turned off the fire and folded it down, and he walked towards Chao Xu without haste, his voice seemed puzzled: "Why?"

Xu Ziru stood on tiptoe for a long time, but he didn't even touch the top of the door. He is so tall that he couldn't even open the door, so he turned around angrily: "Where do you want to take me, you clearly said yesterday go back.

You are a liar. "

Yan Qinghe walked up to Xu Ziru, looked down at Xu Ziru, and explained to him: "You are asleep, it is inconvenient to travel."

A few strands of his hair fell on Xu Ziru's face, scratching Xu Ziru's face itchy, Xu Ziru stretched out his hand to scratch his face, looked up at Yan Qinghe: "Then take me back now."

Yan Qinghe was still slightly puzzled: "Why do you want to go back?" He Zhen clearly said that he picked him up in the morning and only stayed at noon, why did he insist on going back?

Xu Ziru wondered if he could explain clearly to you, but muttered like a child throwing a tantrum: "Anyway, I just want to go back."

Yan Qinghe bent down and picked up Xu Ziru from the ground. With his arms supporting Xu Ziru's buttocks, he took Xu Ziru directly to the bed and put him down: "The sky is not yet bright."

He was succinct.

After being put on the bed, Xu Ziru turned over and was about to run under the bed, Yan Qinghe simply raised his hand and held him down.

Xu Ziru was a little annoyed at such a huge difference in physical strength, and looked at Yan Qinghe angrily.

Yan Qinghe bent over to pick up the shoes and put them on for Xu Ziru.

"I'll treat you well, do you still want to go back?" he asked.

Xu Ziru was no longer in the mood to act arrogant and arrogant as a child, so he frowned and looked at Yan Qinghe.

With a straight face, he looked at Yan Qinghe silently for a long time before asking: "Who are you?"

Because of his immature appearance, it is even more funny for him to make such a serious appearance.

But neither of the two people in the room reacted like ordinary people, Xu Ziru's expression was still serious, and he looked at Yan Qinghe with clear scrutiny.

——Things seem to be completely out of his cognition.

Whether it's Dong Bo's broken leg, He Zhen who is already married, or Yan Qinghe who knows him but doesn't seem to know him, they are all a little out of his cognition.

Yan Qinghe's expression was calm, and he didn't seem to be talking to a child who might not be able to speak well at all: "You can call me senior brother."

"..." Xu Ziru hesitated, "Why did you only take me away?"

Yan Qinghe said: "I have a fate with you."

Xu Ziru: "If I don't want to go with you, what will you do?"

Yan Qinghe fell silent.

Xu Ziru sneered inwardly, but his words sounded like a yellow-mouthed child quarreling: "Are you going to kidnap me?"

Yan Qinghe raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes were as deep as a deep pool, his emotions were not revealed, but seeing Xu Ziru inexplicably sent a chill down his spine.

Xu Ziru even felt that this person who looked like his elder brother but didn't seem to be his elder brother might open his mouth to answer "yes" in the next second.

Xu Ziru was surprised that his senior brother, who had always been bright and bright, suddenly looked like a beautiful jade tainted in this early morning.

He stared intently at Yan Qinghe's eyes, wondering what he was hiding under his calm face at the moment.

——Yan Qinghe, are you insane?

Xu Ziru almost blurted out this sentence.

But Yan Qinghe said in the next moment with a stable mood: "I don't know why you don't want to go with me.

You can’t get enough to eat in the charity hall. There are many children there. They may be good people, but they can’t pay more attention to you as a person. "

Xu Ziru was stunned by what he said, feeling at a loss that his emotions had not changed.

Yan Qinghe said again: "You can have a full meal with me, and I can find two people to take care of you and treat you well."

Yan Qinghe paused, a little puzzled, "I don't know why you resist leaving with me?"

Xu Ziru almost spit out a mouthful of old blood when asked by Yan Qinghe, it really makes sense, but children don't know who is good to be with, they just look at who they like to be with.

Xu Ziru hummed: "I don't like you."

The original intention of saying this was actually to remind Yan Qinghe that he is not gold, silver and precious jade, so why should others follow him when they see him.

Yan Qinghe frowned when he heard the words, Xu Ziru saw that there was thin sweat on his forehead, after a while he turned his head and stared straight at Xu Ziru's eyes, which were so gloomy that there seemed to be thick fog rolling inside.

Xu Ziru was taken aback by him again, and almost blurted out: "What's the matter with you?"

Yan Qinghe closed his eyes, stood up from Xu Ziru's bed, walked to the side and sat down, supported his head, and closed his eyes as if he was exhausted.

"It's still early, you can sleep a little longer and wait until dawn."

After Yan Qinghe said this, he fell silent.

Xu Ziru sat on the edge of the bed for a while, kicked off the shoes that Yan Qinghe had just put on him, and sat cross-legged on the bed to think seriously.

His memories of his previous life are not coherent. Sometimes he thinks of himself clinging to the cold-faced Yan Qinghe, eagerly leaning beside him to tell him jokes; The way Qinghe touched his head; a moment later, it was Uncle Liu standing in the inner courtyard of a house and telling him that "the Nuwa stone was stolen"; After a while, the little senior sister took a dragon beard crisp in his hand, ran forward bouncingly, and then disappeared.

It's all a mess of memories.

Xu Ziru sat cross-legged on the quilt, his fingers scratched back and forth on the quilt embroidered with lotus flowers, his hands moved back and forth along the embroidery thread,

He struggled to organize his scattered thoughts.

There is something wrong with Yan Qinghe, so if you want to know what happened to him, you should go back to Tianjimen with him; and in the future, when the catastrophe of demonic energy and turmoil in the world, you should go back to the Charity Hall and follow He Zhen to judge and solve it. The hexagrams have always been pointing directly to He Zhen.

Xu Ziru was stunned for a second when he thought of this, he sat cross-legged on the bed, crossed his arms around his chest, and thought about how he calculated this hexagram in the first place with a calm expression.

With a clear mind, he stroked back bit by bit, unraveling the messy threads in his mind bit by bit, and then a voice suddenly appeared in his mind.

——"You don't know something about what happened recently.

That living Buddha-like He Dashan didn't wake up for eighty days, and many people went to visit him in his house. "

Xu Ziru lowered his hand around his chest, and he nodded.

— I remembered.

He Zhen fell into a coma for [-] days without waking up for some reason, and he was about to visit him.

Thinking of this, Xu Ziru hurriedly jumped off the bed, and he walked back and forth on the ground barefoot for several steps. Although it is still too early for He Zhenyi to sleep for [-] days, he feels that he should stay by He Zhen's side this time.

The sound of his bare feet walking on the ground was crisp, and he went back and forth dozens of times. Yan Qinghe, who was sitting on the bed with his eyes closed, remained motionless.

Xu Ziru deliberately walked to Yan Qinghe with heavy steps. Yan Qinghe's face was pale, his forehead was dripping with sweat, and his eyes were closed, as if he was suffering from a nightmare or sick.

Xu Ziru fed him several times in front of him, but there was no response.

Xu Ziru wanted to wake him up, so he stretched out his hand to push him, but then he thought that Yan Qinghe was such a great person that he didn't need to worry about it at all.

What he should really worry about is what to do with his five or six-year-old body.

Thinking of this, he was relieved, for a while he stood in front of Yan Qinghe, he was not tall enough, and Yan Qinghe's height was only between Yan Qinghe's waist and abdomen in the sitting posture of Yan Qinghe.

"Brother."

Knowing that Yan Qinghe couldn't hear, he didn't deliberately speak in a child's voice.

After Xu Ziru finished calling his senior brother, he was silent for a while, and suddenly felt a sense of melancholy.

"Brother.

In the past, I always heard people say that fate has no destiny, and fate has no destiny. I always don't believe in evil, but believe in the fact that man will conquer heaven.

Others say that a twisted melon is not sweet, but I always want to know if it is sweet or not until I twist it down and taste it. "

Xu Ziru's chubby child's face looked a little dull for his age because of the heaviness.

"You and I will just be two strangers who have met several times in this life."

He said with a smile, "You go to seek immortality and ask to be an immortal that you have no desires or desires."

Xu Ziru looked up at Yan Qinghe who was closing his eyes, he pursed his lips, and suddenly smiled very cutely: "I'm going to be a great hero who saves the world~"

After Xu Ziru finished speaking, he stretched out his hand to comb his messy sleeping hair. He wanted to reach out and touch Yan Qinghe's face, but he raised his hand to see his short hand, and couldn't help laughing.

He withdrew his hand, ran to the bed to put on his shoes, and then dragged a small stool to the door.

He stood on the stool and finally pulled out the spike.

He pushed open the door, jumped off the stool briskly, and went downstairs without looking back.