[Thunderbolt][鷇梦] Qin Xiao and Ming

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"eat!"

Dizzy, Yinzi looked at the char siew buns that suddenly appeared in front of him, and couldn't restrain the most instinctive impulse anymore, grabbed one and stuffed it into his mouth.

Tian Jue, who had to climb through the window to come in because there was a door, jumped down the edge of the window and clapped his hands, "Tsk tsk, it's just been hungry for a day, why does it feel like I haven't eaten for a year? Ehhh—wipe your hands!"

Tian Lujue rushed to Wu Mengsheng in two or three steps, grabbed Wu Mengsheng's hand and came over to wipe off the oil stains left by the pork bun on his clothes, and then let him grab the pen in front of Yinzi.

"Master, you are very smart. Leave a little trace and be careful that we will be punished together, my dear brother."

Wu Mengsheng didn't bother to pay attention to him, grabbed the brush, and imitated Yinzi's handwriting, copying the book with his head buried in it.

Yinzi looked at the twins who suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, and her frown deepened.

"you--"

"Yeah, I know you are very grateful to me, no thanks. Fire prevention, anti-theft and anti-master, love flowers, grass, and juniors have always been the glorious tradition of my sect."

Although he felt that it was pitiful for Master and his old man to be "disliked" by everyone for thousands of years, Tian Jue still patted Yinzi's shoulder with a smile, and handed Yinzi the A bowl of water, took the opportunity to whisper in his ear.

"My brother dragged me here, saying that he was here to accompany—oh! A good brother can't murder his own brother!"

Tian Jue wiped off the ink on his face, and ended up wiping more and more. Finally, he simply wiped three lines on each side of his cheeks, like a big tabby cat. He turned around and made a cover around the pillars of the Sutra Pavilion, and started yelling.

"It was Wu Mengsheng who said that he would come to accompany you—!"

Pa, ink plum blossoms bloomed immediately on the originally smooth stone pillar.

"Surviving without a dream and saying that it's not your fault!"

After yelling, Tian Jue immediately shrank his head, dodging Wu Mengsheng's ink attack, and his movements were as nimble and light as a cat climbing on a branch.

But you came and I went many times, Wu Mengsheng quickly grasped the rules, forcing Tian Jue to hide several times as soon as he showed his head, and finally finally caught the opportunity, he raised his head and yelled, "Wu Mengsheng Mengsheng said he believed in you, ah——!"

Originally, it was not surprising that the cry of pain followed the original sentence, but the tuning was extremely strange. With a muffled sound, Tian Jue fell stiffly on his back, and a red spot quickly bulged on his forehead at a speed visible to the naked eye. The translucent big bag, the person twitched his legs on all fours, and had already lost consciousness.

Beside him, a round end inkstone rolled half a circle and landed on Weng Weng, splashing ink painting on the ground.

"Brother?"

I don't know if what Tian Jue said is more impactful or Tian Jue's current state is more scary, Yinzi opened his mouth wide, and threw away the half-bitten bun.

"Don't worry," Wu Mengsheng didn't raise his head, and his copying pen didn't stop. He frantically scratched to the end of the last page, turned another page, and said, "The disaster will last for a thousand years, and I can't die."

The two brothers have never spoken politely between each other, but Yinzi was still worried, turned around and crawled over to look, and probed the sky and Jue's breath with his little hand, to make sure that he had just passed out, so he calmed down and crawled back to his seat In front of Wu Mengsheng, he gnawed on the half-bitten bun, inexplicably cute.

Wu Meng asked, "Is it delicious? This is what Tianjue won a bet with Yu Xiaoyao from Xianmen today."

"Well...thank you."

"If you want to thank you, please thank Tian Jue. He is the one who found food for you everywhere. Qu Bo didn't return from visiting relatives. Now the kitchen only has porridge made by Master."

Thinking of drinking lotus seed porridge for a week and only pickling vegetables, Yinzi decided to give up thinking, and turned to look at the still dead Tianjue, full of gratitude.

"Thank you."

Unexpectedly, I saw the "corpse" suddenly and silently raised its hand, and waved it at him in the air, signaling him not to mind, and seemed to signal him to keep quiet.

……

"Oh? Then what happened later."

A bonfire was lit in front of the two who decided to spend the night in the cave to avoid the rain, and the light of the fire painted the surroundings warm yellow.

Wu Mengsheng, who was sitting on a white plush recliner, bit the dry biscuit in his hand, listening to Yinzi telling these past events that he had no memory of at all.

"Later, I handed in the punishment letter as scheduled, and the master didn't pursue it any further."

The understatement of the story and tone sounds like the bland and empty porridge with pickles in the story.

The story is definitely not over.

And the most important part is missing.

Did you regret it halfway through the talk?

Wu Mengsheng stuffed the last bite of food into his mouth, and raised his eyes to look at Yinzi opposite.

In the warm yellow, Yinzi fiddled with the flames casually, his eyes looking at the bonfire were burning, and the deep pool was rarely awakened, not as cold as before.

However, seeing that the other party didn't intend to continue talking, Wumengsheng didn't pursue it, adjusted his posture in the plush recliner and closed his eyes, probably because he was too tired from the journey, and fell asleep not long after.

When Wumengsheng's even breathing sound came, Yinzi put down the branch that was playing with the flames, raised his hand to melt out a thin quilt, and carefully went to cover Wumengsheng.

There seemed to be a faint sigh, and Yinzi stretched out his hand to hook Wumengsheng's hair, making them entwine between his fingers reluctantly.

The story was abruptly cut off by Yinzi, and the past was in his mind. He remembered that while he was eating pork buns, he turned his head to look at Wu Mengsheng, who was still writing.

It was also because Wu Mengsheng copied the book and didn't see that Tian Jue was still waving just now, but he didn't pass out.Wu Mengsheng opened his mouth again.

"Xiao Yinzi, in this world, there are snowy moons and frosty pavements, and there are mud and blood swamps to bury bones. All things are not always beautiful. The human heart is even more so, so your choice may not be wrong."

He Yinzi was taken aback for a moment, he never expected that such words would come from a peer who was a few years younger than himself and far less experienced than himself.

Yinzi squeezed the steamed bun in his hand, recalling what Tianjue said, his eyes flickered.

"You believe me?"

"Well." Wu Mengsheng said again, "Although I don't know what you have experienced before to make you have such a personality, but from now on, I and Tianjue will be by your side to accompany you, the world is difficult Let's go together, and if you make a mistake, we'll pull you back."

Yinzi laughed when he heard the words. He didn't know whether he was relieved or felt absurd, "Then, what should I do if I can't pull it back?"

Wu Mengsheng suddenly stopped writing and looked up at him, his expression was as mature and determined as ever.

It is this look that often makes Yin Yinzi mistakenly think that he is the senior brother of Shimen.

"Then beat him up and drag him back."

After talking calmly, Wu Mengsheng continued to lower his head to help Yinzi copy the book, and Yinzi turned his head to see that Tian Jue had already supported his head and looked at them and laughed silently. The big bag on his forehead had a strong sense of presence , bright red and translucent like the third unopened eye of the sky, but he himself blocked his lips with his index finger as if nothing happened to signal Yinzi to keep silent.

……

Some things are too precious to be shown to others easily.

Moreover, at the moment when Wumengsheng's memory is lost, this kind of story that I will definitely bring my own subjective impression no matter how straightforward I tell it, no matter how you look at it, it seems that I am deliberately guiding Wumengsheng. In the last paragraph, he couldn't say it.

Frowning, Yinzi scooped Wumengsheng's silver-white hair carefully, clasped her hands almost reverently, and muttered to herself.

"You said, 'Believers are the foundation of human beings'. I will not allow you to slip up on what you have said now."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and touched Wu Mengsheng's acupuncture points, but the sleeping person didn't respond at all.

"excuse me."

After finishing speaking, Yinzi supported Wumengsheng's chin, leaned over and let out a sigh of relief.

It was only for a moment, without any extra stay, as if even a second was a kind of blasphemy to the person in front of him, and it would make him feel uneasy.

Yinzi straightened up, carefully covered all the quilts, then turned around and walked out of the cave, waved the whisk to set up a magic circle, and fell into the heavy mist of the night alone.