Night Talk Hundred Stories

The fine snowflakes swirled in the air with the gusts of winter wind, and fell lightly, covering the world with a soft white gauze in a moment.

Qinghe poked his head out from the carriage, stretched out his hand to catch a falling snowflake, and when the coldness turned into a drop, he licked it off with his tongue. The body is a very suitable watering thing.

Hei Yao turned his head to look at him, told him to be careful while moving his body slightly to make room for him in front.Qinghe bent down and got out of the carriage, sat down close to Hei Yao, and stretched out his hand to hold the rein together with him, saying: "The snow doesn't fall much in these places, it doesn't look like the mountains at all, it will be snowed in a while. The whole mountain is covered!"

Hei Yao said: "If this place is also snowing heavily like in the mountains, this mortal carriage will not be able to go far."

As he said that, he suddenly remembered the heavy snow that day hundreds of years ago, and the green orchid grass seeds scattered on the snow, suddenly bent the corners of his lips, and chuckled softly.

Qing He turned to look at him, reached out and tugged at the corner of his clothes, and asked curiously, "What are you laughing at?"

Hei Yao then told his thoughts one by one, and finally added: "So, this is a destined marriage."

Qinghe let out a chuckle, and suddenly found it even more funny to see the serious expression of the young man, and made a very heroic look, patted Hei Yao's shoulder, and said, "That's good! Since our marriage is destined, we will It was made in heaven and earth, and the wedding will be held in a few days, and I will change into your wedding dress for you and welcome you in!"

Hei Yao raised his eyebrows, and said calmly: "Where did you hear that?"

"That's what the storyteller said a few days ago!" Qing He said, and suddenly exclaimed, "Do you not want to marry me!"

Hei Yao simply parked the carriage by the side of the road, put his arms around his shoulders and waist, and hugged Qing He in his arms. He was angry and funny, but he still had to patiently explain to the aggrieved young man in front of him: "You I am also a man, so I don't marry like ordinary men and women, so why is it that one is married and the other is married?"

Qing He leaned against Hei Yao's arms and thought about it, then looked away guiltily: "...it seems to be the same..."

Thinking of this, Qinghe couldn't help sighing: "Then we won't be able to hold weddings?"

"Why do you remember happy events?" Hei Yao said: "If you want to, we will do it. If you want to follow the rules of the mortal world, we will do it according to the rules of the mortal world, okay?"

Qing He frowned, and said with a smile: "A happy event in the world requires a big banquet. A few days ago, the storyteller said that rich and noble families would hold a three-day banquet...Eating for three days, ordinary people are really happy."

Seeing the undisguised envy on the young man's face, Hei Yao really had nothing to say this time: "Then... shall we do it for three days?"

Qinghe took a look at him, and nodded solemnly: "Yes, yes." After saying that, he couldn't help laughing, the boy's eyes were bent into crescent moons, looking very cute.

Hei Yao's heart moved, and he grasped it in the air with his right hand. When he spread his palm again, a stack of red shirts was carefully folded in his palm. Qing He reached out to take it, and with a slight shake, the red robe was like flowing water in the young man's palm. Gently dripping down, the bright fiery red is particularly eye-catching in a snowy field, and the overlapping peony patterns are outlined with gold lines on the sleeves of the robe. The red and gold complement each other, which is particularly pleasing.

Qinghe's eyebrows brightened: "Is this a wedding dress?" The two of them had seen many marriages before, and the bride and groom were all dressed in red robes, walking hand in hand.

Hei Yao stretched out his hand to brush the intricate and delicate peony cloud patterns, and the corner of his mouth slightly raised: "How, do you like this thing?"

Qing He nodded again and again, and compared the robe in his hand to Hei Yao, the joy in his eyes deepened a bit.

"No wonder mortals like red so much, it's so pretty."

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"...that man ran out in disheveled clothes, with a face as frightened as if he had seen a ghost..."

"Really?... Cough! I don't know if I saw something in the mountains that I shouldn't have seen."

The two of them arrived at a tea shop, and they heard someone in the small tea shed talking about recent strange stories with great interest.

Every time Hei Yao hears it, he just finds it ridiculous. These mortals are obviously very afraid of ghosts and gods, but they can't help but want to talk about ghosts and gods. They don't know where they heard about karma and reincarnation.

Qing He greeted Xiao Er to serve some hot tea, pulled Hei Yao to sit down, propped his hands on the table and propped his chin up to listen to the conversation of the people at the next table with great interest. He looked interested, so he chatted very enthusiastically: "Young master, the mountain is not very flat these days. I see that you two drive the car by yourself, so be careful not to run into the mountain."

Qinghe picked up the tea and took a sip, curiously said: "I heard that there are ghosts in the mountains, is it true?"

Xiaoer smiled: "Hey, who can say for sure? But it's always right to be careful, what do you think?"

"That's right." Qing He nodded, then reached out and handed the white porcelain teacup to Hei Yao: "It's a bit sweet, it tastes good."

Seeing that he liked it, the little girl immediately boasted with a bit of color: "That's right, although our tea shop is small, the water for making tea is made from the extremely sweet and pure spring water in the mountains. It’s also unique!”

After hearing what he said, Qinghe blinked suspiciously: "Didn't you say that you can't enter the mountains at will..."

Xiaoer waved his hands again and again, with a serious expression on his face: "Where is it, we get this water from a clean mountain..." He turned around and looked, and pointed again: "Look, that's where we said no place to go.”

Qinghe looked in the direction of his finger, but saw that the mountain top was covered with a layer of white snow, as if covered with a snow-white coir raincoat, and there was a faint orange-yellow spirit force gushing out from the mountainside in the mountain. Without moving his expression, he smiled at Xiao Er and said, "Thank you, Brother Xiao Er."

The waiter responded, and said loudly: "You two have more orders, let's talk about it!" After saying that, he turned around and went to clear the table.

After the surroundings were quiet, Qinghe turned his head to look at Hei Yao, raised his eyebrows and said, "There are so many spirits and monsters in the mountains."

Hei Yao stretched out his hands to pinch the tip of his cold reddish nose, his expression was soft: "You are also from the mountains..." Before he could finish speaking, he saw the boy in front of him raise his chin triumphantly, "Then I am also a powerful spirit ~"

"Yes, you are the best."

"Then..." Qing He looked at Hei Yao eagerly, like a kitten greedy for fish, "Can you get some snacks for the powerful ghost?"

"of course."

Hei Yao laughed, reached out his hand to find a piece of snack from the paper bag in his bosom, and fed it to his mouth.

The author has something to say: ——Little Theater——

Qinghe: Let’s make Xifu~o(*￣▽￣*)o

Hei Yao: Good.

Qinghe: Let's get married~o(*≧▽≦)ツ

Hei Yao: Good.

Qinghe: (*/ω＼*) Then...then let's come to H!

Hei Yao: Σ(°△°|||)︴...According to the setting, you don't know anything about personnel at all. Where did you learn H!