Glazed Buddha statue bronze flower

That night they sat side by side by the glazed platform, cuddling each other, talking about the aftermath of their farewell, just like every ordinary night on Jiuyun Mountain back then.The feeling of losing and regaining is so intense and long. Nanfeng is sad and happy at the same time, and even a little wishful at the end: If the sun never rises, it will be fine, and if this moment is frozen forever in the snowy night, he will be able to live for thousands of years. Dreaming of everlasting dreams, no longer need to be disturbed by sky light and separation.

But even though he has the power to cut off the four seasons and hide Songhua City in the wind and snow forever, he still can't reverse the rotation of the sun and the moon and hold even a short moment in his palm.

The faint morning light gradually penetrated the glass wall, and the night pearls on the wall dimmed gradually. Shen Quehan moved his stiff shoulders, returned Nanfeng's outer robe to him, stood up and said, "It's dawn, it's time to go back."

Before he finished speaking, he felt that his hand was grabbed by someone. He was helpless and funny, so he turned around and squatted down again. While helping Nanfeng fasten his outer robe, he said, "What are you thinking? Is it fun to scare yourself?"

Nan Feng exerted his strength to hold him firmly, not letting go: "Where are you going back?"

"Back to the back kitchen." Shen Quehan looked at him teasingly, "You won't forget, I'm not only your senior brother, but also your cook."

south wind:"……"

Shen Quehan pulled him up from the ground, as if he had eyes on the back of his head, before the word "don't" came out, he said: "I earned this job by my own ability, and I don't plan to quit for now, follow me, Obediently, don't make any trouble."

"……Oh."

After chatting all night, Nanfeng has gotten used to the rhythm of being coaxed by him in three sentences, so he stood up honestly following Shen Quehan's strength, and shook his hand: "Mask."

Shen Quehan paused, leaned over to pick up the mask, performed a dust removal technique, and naturally asked Nanfeng to bow his head, and put it on for him himself.

There are ferocious lines on the cheeks that are as cold and white as jade, like a peerless picture scroll that has been smeared with ink.This crime is no less than two stabs on the tip of his heart. The more Shen Quehan looked at it, the more his heart became more and more disturbed. He couldn't help rubbing his fingertips lightly twice, gritted his teeth and said, "I have to find a way to get rid of this thing later." Except... a good person, but I ruined it like this!"

Nan Feng clasped the mask on his hand, put his slender and hard knuckles into his palm, lowered his head to touch his fingertips, and said calmly, "It's okay, it's just that it doesn't look pleasing to the eye. It doesn't matter anyway."

Shen Quehan raised his eyebrows, but didn't say anything more, but the meaning in his eyes was difficult to understand - it was like "you just have to be stubborn" and "wait for me".

The two left the glazed pagoda, walked back to Duxu Palace slowly under the twilight of the sky, stepping on a field of fresh snow.The early morning in Songhua City was bitterly cold, Shen Quehan exhaled white steam, looked at the sky, and asked casually, "Isn't it snowing today?"

Nanfeng held his hand intently, and said, "Usually, it's sunny for three days and snowy for one day, but sometimes it'll fall as soon as you want to."

"When you're in a good mood, or when you're in a bad mood?"

Nanfeng said lightly: "When I miss you."

Shen Quehan didn't even need to raise his head, as far as he could see, the city was covered with snow.Frozen three feet is not a day's cold, the weight of decades of longing, just spread out in front of his eyes without any cover.

When he was ignorant, it snowed one after another.

In the past century, Nanfeng's figure suddenly gradually became clear in his mind - from the child who first saw in the ruins of the battle between immortals and demons, to the handsome young man who walked side by side on Jiuyun Mountain, and gradually turned into a lonely and withered figure in the falling snow. Young people, when they finally meet again suddenly, the black-clothed demon standing on the other side of the cloud and mist.

The past events are intertwined, strung up his ups and downs in his life, and tied his heart that has drifted for hundreds of years.

"Are you going to cry?" Nan Feng suddenly tilted his head and approached him, his expression was covered by a mask, only a pair of bright and cunning eyes could be seen, and there was a slight smile in his voice, "I'll help you count by dozens. "

Shen Quehan's heart ached to death, but after hearing this, he immediately put away his pity and gave him an elbow.

"Little brat." He pointed at Nanfeng threateningly, "It's not big or small."

bang-

The two put away their smiles at the same time, and turned their heads to look together, only to see that the back kitchen door was knocked open from the inside, revealing a stunned Xi Ling behind the door.

With eyes full of complex emotions such as fear, shock, and despair, he scanned the hands of the two holding each other, as well as Shen Quehan's fairy face after removing his disguise, and finally fixed it as an undisguised expression. With a distressed expression, he said tremblingly: "Chef Shen, you..."

Nan Feng frowned fiercely: "What do you call him?"

He has a lot of prestige in the Demon Race, and this sentence can scare a vote of Demon Cultivators out of their prototypes in normal times, but Xi Ling is a fool. He is full of the pain of being betrayed and the sadness of losing his job. The Demon Venerable is still an Immortal Venerable, only staring at Shen Quehan, and asked loudly: "Sure enough, you are the same as those ordinary people who read the scriptures, and you are here to be the wife of the Venerable! I really misjudged you!"

"What?" Shen Quehan suspected that he had heard wrong, "What am I doing?"

"Xi Ling!"

Nanfeng was so aggressive that he stopped him in a cold voice. Seeing that he was really angry, Shen Quehan immediately returned his hands and held him down, and said gently and unquestionably: "If you have something to say, talk about it, what are you shouting, both of you stop a little while."

Then he said to Xi Ling: "He and I... and your lord are old acquaintances, but we haven't seen each other for many years. It's just a reunion after a long absence. If you don't want to see me so much, don't come to eat in the future, and find out by yourself. Let’s go to a pleasing new cook.”

Originally, when Shen Quehan didn't recognize Nanfeng, because Xiling was young and dexterous, he would go to the kitchen whenever he had nothing to do, Shen Quehan treated him a little more tolerantly, but now it's only a night, Shen Quehan is amiable He changed his partner, and even said such unfeeling words that he would never cook for him again.

Xiling suddenly realized what it meant to say "the newcomer wins the old one", and there was another strong opponent who couldn't beat him, so she couldn't help feeling sad, with two lines of tears streaming down her cheeks, she said sobbingly: "Master Shen, brother Shen, I was wrong , I shouldn't speculate about you randomly, and I shouldn't yell at you loudly. I won't say anything more when you hold hands with him in the future. Don't ignore me..."

Shen Quehan: "...that silly boy."

Nan Feng inexplicably had the feeling of being a stepmother, frowning and glanced at him: "A man does not flick his tears easily, he has no backbone."

Xi Ling immediately yelled loudly: "I just have no backbone!"

"That's enough, that's enough," Shen Quehan hurriedly pulled back, "Who is in charge at home, don't you know? Don't recruit him again, and be careful that he throws you out. Okay, put away your tears and go help I'll bring back two buckets of water."

Reluctantly, Xi Ling was pushed away by him, and he dragged his feet slowly to get water, before he took two steps, Shen Quehan asked Nanfeng: "Do you have porridge or noodles for breakfast?"

Nanfeng walked into the kitchen with his hand, and said calmly and reservedly: "It's all good. You can eat whatever you want, it doesn't need to be too complicated, don't be tired."

There was a loud sob in the distance.

Shen Quehan endured a smile so that his shoulders trembled, and when Nanfeng closed the kitchen door, he finally couldn't help laughing out loud, and said, "It's too stupid, he can follow whoever he is, if he is let out alone, he is afraid of being betrayed." gone."

Nan Feng said: "He is young, he was born naturally, probably Wudu and the others took pity on him and spoiled him too much."

Shen Quehan glanced at him with a smile, without making a fuss, rolled up his sleeves, and said: "Now you are more and more like a patriarch, and you have raised them well."

Nan Feng smiled lightly, and didn't think it was a compliment: "It's just like you raised us back then—a bunch of little trash who live under the wings and only cry when things happen."

It sounded like sarcasm, but it was actually self-deprecating. Even if he stabbed himself bloody, he couldn't make up for the regrets of the year, but self-blame, like tears, is useless but unstoppable.

Shen Quehan didn't like to hear this kind of talk, but he didn't get angry, he just said coolly: "Okay, if you really think so, when Xi Ling comes back later, you can tell him that. Anyone who doesn't say who is a grandson."

south wind:"……"

Shen Quehan smiled coldly, stopped talking to him, quickly got angry with his hands and feet, and took a large basin of kneading noodles.Not long after, a wisp of icy snow suddenly pierced through the hot smoke surging in front of the stove, and the south wind quietly pressed down from behind, with his arms around his waist, rubbing against his temples, and resting his chin on the Shen Quehan's shoulder.

Although he didn't say a word, he was more aggrieved than Xi Ling's crying.This trick is also an old routine. When Nanfeng did bad things when he was young and made Shen Quehan angry, or when he was tired, hungry and unhappy, he would quietly hug him from behind when people were not paying attention—when he was shorter. He put his forehead against Shen Quehan's back, and when he grew taller, he put his cold side face against his neck, didn't speak, just waited silently for his senior brother to coax him.

Naturally, Shen Quehan wouldn't break away, but he didn't let it go, his hands kept kneading the dough, and he said in a neutral way: "Isn't it quite arrogant just now, you can't look down on this or that, now What are you trying to do again?"

Nan Feng couldn't feel his body temperature through the silver mask, so he felt like tearing off the mask and throwing it away for a moment, curling up his fingers anxiously, scratching his clothes: "Senior brother, I know I was wrong."

Shen Quehan didn't raise his head, and asked lightly, "Who is trash?"

"I am." Nan Feng buried himself in the crook of his neck, took a deep breath, and confessed in a broken jar, "I'm the brother's little waste."

Shen Quehan: "..."

He threw the dough to the bottom of the basin, and Nan Fengqi laughed at him completely: "You are really promising!"

"I don't want to be successful," Nan Feng hugged him tightly, feeling the two heartbeats and the thin body temperature, stubbornly and affectionately said, "As long as my senior brother stays with me for a long time, I will never let go."

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I can't stop writing stickers.

Who doesn't want to be a brother's little trash (.