Bone

That night.There are lanterns under the eaves all over the street, and warm candles flicker gently.

At night, the bell rang, and all the ghosts returned home from work.Not long after, the chimney rose and the smoke curled up, and the glazed windows shone brightly, creating a peaceful and picturesque scene.

Tan Fengyue sat at the table leisurely, with a silver fan at hand, and the evening breeze blowing in through the open window, cooling the tea in the cup gradually.The hot tea was turned into herbal tea and refilled, repeated this several times, and it took another half an hour before the closed wooden door was suddenly pushed open from the outside—"Boom!"

"One hundred and two to one hundred and eight, I won today's competition!" Qin Nianjiu blushed with excitement, and stepped into the room while putting away his umbrella, still immersed in the hearty competition just now Among them, "Although there are a few tricks that are close to victory... Cough, but I won anyway, right? I will compete with her tomorrow, and I will definitely beat her by ten tricks!"

"..." Tan Fengyue sat dryly in the room for almost an hour, waiting in vain, looked at him coolly, and said coldly: "Why don't you just forget about it all night?"

"I really want to!" It was true that the game was not enjoyable enough, Qin Nianjiu didn't hear the sarcasm in his tone, and said with a bit of regret: "However, she said she was going to rest as soon as the hour passed, and today she made an exception to spend more time with me. After a few tricks, it's really..."

Tan Fengyue's face became colder when he heard his thoughts, she didn't answer his words, and was about to drink tea to calm the fire, when she just raised the cup, it was snatched away by the ghost without long eyes.

As soon as he worked his muscles and bones hard, Qin Nianjiu snatched the tea cup from Tan Fengyue's hand without thinking about it, raised his head and drank it down. As soon as the tea entered his throat, he pouted a few times , strangely said: "Why is this tea so cold...it's so astringent——"

As if he had just realized it, he suddenly turned his head to look at Tan Fengyue with a cold face, a little hesitantly, "...Uh, ancestor, you... you must have been waiting for a long time, right?"

Tan Fengyue let out a cold sigh, "...how could it be."

Only one-third of the entire city has been inspected, and it is already Youshi.Qin Nianjiu had an appointment to rush there, so he left in a hurry. Naturally, he would not bother to continue the inspection when he talked about Fengyue. I drew a few new talismans to practice my hands in my spare time—there was nothing else to do.

Sanjiu hadn't returned from work, and Qin Nianjiu was practicing with him again, there was no chattering or joking in his ears, it was so quiet that even the sound of the wind was too harsh.Obviously, he has come all the way for 52 years, but now he is alone in the small courtyard, and he feels a little bit at a loss.

So I sat and waited boredly, and when I regained my senses——

"Didn't I rush back right away!..." During the day, I just casually asked this ancestor to try his dream, but this ancestor actually just sat and waited for him... Qin Nianjiu couldn't hide his guilt, and hurriedly Ran to the side and re-boiled a pot of hot tea and came back, filled it up for Tan Fengyue, "Tan Xianjun calm down, calm down—"

... If you really care about this with him, you will look petty.Tan Fengyue lowered her eyes for a while, took the teacup, withdrew her cold face, and asked him about business: "For making dreams, what are you going to try?"

"Ah? Oh!..." Qin Nianjiu pulled a stool over, sat down next to him, propped his head up and looked at him, "I think it's similar to opening the eyes of the sky, right? It's just a thought-provoking thing—"

I don't know what is in this ancestor's dream... The beauty in red is the only one left.Tsk, Qimeng!I don't know what kind of appearance and attitude that beauty is... Thinking of this, he inevitably had a little calculation of curiosity in his heart, and he was eager to try: "After you fall asleep, I will have a thought to try to enter your dream Look and see..."

Just halfway through speaking, I saw two eyes that seemed to be scratching my bones.Although Tan Fengyue didn't speak, the threat of "you dare to enter my dream" implied in his eyes was self-evident.

"...cough." Qin Nianjiu put away the calculations in his heart without regret, "then...after you fall asleep, I will try to make you dream...you go and see for yourself?"

This time, Tan Fengyue did not express any objection, and put the empty cup back on the table, "Yeah."

The moonlight is cool and the evening breeze is soft.A transparent white jade plate leans against the top of the forest, watching the scene inside the house through the window.

There is a table, four stools, a small table and two people in the room.The incense burner on the table burns a paper talisman to soothe the gods and help sleep, and the sweet fragrance wafts away. One person is lying on the bed with clothes on, and the other is sitting on the edge of the bed looking forward to it. Time drifts slowly with the incense mist in the burner. The time of three sticks of incense——

The two were still wide-eyed and staring at each other, as if they were silently seeing each other.

"..." Qin Nianjiu looked at Tan Fengyue who was tossing and turning on the bed, the corners of his mouth twitched, "...Ancestor, are you sleeping?"

May I ask who can fall asleep peacefully after being stared at like this?Tan Fengyue turned over and looked at Qin Nianjiu with complicated eyes, "...It's not that I create dreams, but you are a nightmare."

"...?" Qin Nianjiu stared, "How can I sleep if you don't sleep?"

The word "阎" is based on "ghost". Since it is a "Nightmare" person, it is not a good thing anyway.It’s fine if you create nightmares in your dreams, and the nightmares disappear when you wake up, but if you are awakened by nightmares and fell into a deep sleep, you know how much it will hurt your sanity...

"...How can I sleep if you don't care about me?" How could he not be so polite when he smashed his eyeballs straight into the road in spite of himself.Tan Fengyue grabbed the corner of the quilt and looked at him coldly, "If you were stared at by a ghost full of resentment, would you be able to sleep?"

It would be better to kill him directly.

Qin Nianjiu: "..."

He looked at Tan Fengyue speechlessly, and Tan Fengyue also frowned and looked back at him speechlessly, his heart was anxious and his eyes were glued - if this drags on like this, it might be dawn!

Suddenly, Qin Nianjiu leaned forward and put his hands on the side of Tan Fengyue's face.

"..." Isn't it enough to hit him directly? What kind of trick is this?Tan Fengyue resisted the urge to push away the ghost, and was caressed by him uncomfortably, casting a questioning look at him.

In the next second, Qin Nianjiu uttered an offending sound, and swiped his ring finger back from his ear, and slammed it on the sleeping point behind his ear!

Tan Fengyue only felt that the pinnae of the ears were hot, and even the side of the neck was crispy, but her eyes were so clear that she shot directly at Qin Nianjiu, and said through gritted teeth, "...Is there something wrong with Tianzun?"

Who gave the illusion that this ghost thought that clicking his sleeping point would work! ?

"...Cough, let's try..." Qin Nianjiu withdrew his hand embarrassingly, and was secretly thinking about whether to try elbowing his sleeping acupoints, when Tan Fengyue's breathing stagnated, and his originally clear vision Suddenly he softened and closed his eyes—it was he who closed his five senses and forced himself to fall asleep.

After a while, the person lying on the bed with his eyes closed gradually relaxed his brows, regained his breath, and slept lightly but peacefully.Qin Nianjiu hastily put his hands on his wrists lightly, closed his eyes as well, tried to gather his thoughts, his mind was filled with the thought of "terrorizing him into a dream"...

The talisman mist that can soothe the nerves and help sleep diffuses in the nostrils, filling the room with a warm fragrance.The face of the sleeping person was serene, as if carved out of ice jade left by the Empress of the Moon Palace, her eyelashes were slightly trembling, and her breathing was shallow and slow.

I don't know if this ancestor has successfully entered the dream, and if he has entered the dream, what kind of scene did he see?Qin Nianjiu lazily stood by the edge of the bed, propped his head to look at Tan Fengyue who was sleeping on the bed, and his eyes slowly slid to the red rope around his neck...

……

Open your eyes, the bitter fragrance of herbs is lingering, turn your head, and the trees outside the window are lush.

This is... a medicine house?

It should be.On two of the four walls, there are square drawers that are the same height as the walls. Each small drawer is embedded with copper locks, and the names of various fairy herbs are engraved on the bottom.A young man in white was facing him sideways, standing in front of the case and orderly chopping medicine, the medicine juice was boiling in the furnace at hand.

The feeling of weightlessness when she first entered the dreamland dissipated little by little. Tan Fengyue stood at the corner of the medicine hut, carefully looked at this completely unfamiliar scene, and looked at the young man who was cutting the medicine for a long time before turning her eyes to another place in the hut. On the boy's body, his complexion suddenly darkened a little.

The boy was lying on a small bed spread out on one side, his eyes were covered by a piece of cotton cloth soaked in medicinal juice, the blue singlet he was wearing was almost torn into rags, his exposed neck and arms were covered with purple. There are also many scars on the body for bruises and red shackles. Although it has been properly treated and wrapped with gauze, there is still light blood oozing out. It must be a serious injury.It's just that he was hurt so badly, but he didn't stop talking, humming and chirping: "... Hey... Am I blind? Why can't I see anything? Hey... I'm really blind?! Hiss...it hurts...am I going to die?"

The white-clothed boy who was cutting the medicine didn't look back, and simply rejected his question, "I'm not blind. I won't die."

"..."

Tan Fengyue stared at the young man lying on the bed, with a faint expression on his face.There is no other reason, this is in a dream, and everyone except the dreamer has blurred faces—here is his dream, the boy in white is covered with white mist, and the boy lying on the bed covered with cotton wool But he can clearly see his delicate chin. Although it is as immature as his voice, it is obvious that he is talking about Fengyue...!

"...I'm going to die, it hurts so much..." The lying boy muttered without heeding, "...the 'ground tie' sprayed my eyes with rotten juice...hiss, like pepper water...I'm sure You are blind! Are you afraid that I will be sad and lie to me?... Woo... If you knew it, you wouldn't go down the mountain without authorization... Hiss... You didn't come here sooner!... Tell me, are you aiming to replace me? Did I collect the corpse?"

While crying for pain, he muttered for a long time, the content was upside down, and after listening to Tan Fengyue with a sullen face, he patiently sorted out what he said. After a lesson in reality, the old-fashioned story that friends came to rescue in the end——

The white-clothed boy didn't respond to him with a word, just took the cotton wool that was left to cool off, walked to the bedside and removed the old patch on his eye, and patted a new one on it involuntarily.

Caught off guard, the medicine was changed, and the lying young man let out an ouch, glimpsed a glimmer of light for a brief moment, and immediately forgot to cry out in pain, and said overjoyedly: "Hey, I'm really not blind!... You didn't lie to me!"

The boy in white standing beside the bed said in a calm voice, "I won't lie."

The lying boy seemed to be used to his indifference, and he grinned as if to laugh, but in the end he pulled the wound on his face, grinning his teeth, "Hiss... hiss..."

It was obviously in great pain, but he still endured the severe pain, and restlessly wrestled his hand out of the thin quilt, pinched out a "sleeve universe" with a little unfamiliarity, took out a rattle in the air, and died. Tuogu groped with great difficulty and stuffed it to the boy in white, "...here, here it is for you, I bought it by chance earlier...thank you!..."

After a fight just now, the red snare drum was chipped with a few pieces of paint, and a few beads were missing from it. The boy in white took it and put it aside without looking at it.

Although the talkative boy was blindfolded by the medicine cloth and couldn't see his movements, he seemed to have guessed it, and complained hissingly: "...you are really, you don't show any kindness...huh, if you want It’s not that the dead old man insisted on forcing me to play with you... I don’t want to talk to you!..."

Halfway through the talk, the boy in white turned around to check the fire without making a sound. The lying boy didn't hear the sound, and immediately panicked and couldn't move, so he could only shout: "Hey? Don’t go to sue?! It’s not a dead old man, it’s Shizun! My master!…Hey…you come back! I’ll tell you a secret when you come back!—”

"..." The boy in white walked back to the bed in an unbearable disturbance, and tapped lightly on the edge of the bed to indicate that he was still there.

"...Cough!" The lying young man heard him come back, his wild voice was choked up just now, and he regretted why he had to mention the "secret" without any words, "...you, you really want to listen ?..."

After all, he was still a young man with a solid heart, and before the white-clothed boy could say no to the water he said, he turned his heart away, looked at death as if at home, and said solemnly: "...I just tell you, you can You can’t tell others! You, especially your senior sister! —Secret! Do you understand?! Secret!…”

The boy in white stood quietly, still not talking, but he emphasized for a long time as if he was playing a one-man show alone, and then suddenly lowered his voice, and whispered in a three-pointed annoyance and seven-point shame: "...I, I have a nickname, Call me sister...you will know it when you know it! Don't call me that!..."

Tan Fengyue: "..."

Unable to see it any longer, he flicked his sleeves with a livid face, and waved away this absurd nightmare.