Night Talk Hundred Stories

It is late in winter, and it is already the hour of the morning, but the sky has only turned a fish-belly white, and a little sunlight is hidden behind layers of clouds and mists, but it seems shy and reluctant to light up.

The subtle light slowly flows through the blue tiles and white walls of the city, and along the branches, a few house sparrows land on the carved wooden window, with a little furry feeling, they silently land on the boy sitting under the window eaves .

The sun like golden powder fell on his cheeks, but the young man didn't care about the beautiful scenery he loved in the past, he only frowned slightly, his eyes fell on the closed door not far away, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

With a soft creak, someone pushed the door open and entered.

Facing Shang Qinghe's gaze, Hei Yao smiled wryly from the bottom of his heart, but he didn't reveal anything on his face, only pretending to know nothing.

"Qinghe, the noodle soup in this city is very famous, shall we try it?"

Qing He glanced at him, turned his head aside, pursed his lips and did not speak.

Hei Yao went around to the other side again, bent down to look at him: "It's extremely cold, so it's comfortable to drink something hot, isn't it? Didn't you like these the most in the past?"

Qinghe raised his head and looked at the young man for a moment, then suddenly stretched out his hand and slammed him away, his tone was no longer soft and cute as before, but a bit angry and dissatisfied: "No!"

...Finally speaking.

Hei Yao let out a long sigh of relief, followed his strength to step back a few steps, then stretched out his hand to hold Qing He's hand on his chest: "Don't be angry anymore? Okay?"

Qinghe struggled hard, but did not break free, with a bit of annoyance on his face: "Not good!"

Probably because he was so angry that the young man's fair face was slightly flushed, and a bright red mark on his forehead was as beautiful and moving as red plums and falling snow, but it was the source of the young man's continuous anger——

"Heartblood! How dare you take this thing out!" Qing He glared at Hei Yao angrily, seeing the helpless and doting smile on the other side, his eyes suddenly turned red.

Hei Yao panicked immediately, and didn't dare to laugh any more, so he quickly comforted him: "It's nothing serious... Qinghe, don't be sad."

The more euphemistically he spoke, the more aggrieved Qinghe became, not for himself, but for him—the soul of the demon cultivator whose heart is attached to him, and if he touches someone's forehead, it is to protect that person from life to life , he naturally knew... But if anyone can wipe away this bit of heart blood or hurt the person who was spotted with blood, then the demon cultivator will definitely be severely injured, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he will be hit by five thunders from the sky.

He knew that Hei Yao was very powerful, and he would never be hurt by anyone casually...but...

Qinghe's mind was mixed, and he couldn't say anything for a while, his cat's eyes were slightly crystal clear, as if separated by a layer of water mist, he was at a loss.

Hei Yao stretched out his arms to hug him, comforting the young man over and over again: "It's okay, doesn't Qinghe still believe me?" After a pause, he said again: "That time Qinghe was able to find me, did he also put his own Fate is placed in my fate?"

What he said was endless, but Qinghe immediately understood that he was worried about Hei Yao that day, so he fused his blood into Hei Yao's body, only then was he able to find the crazy Hei Lang all the way. .

Seeing that Qinghe remained silent, Hei Yao smiled wryly and said, "Since Qinghe can do it, why can't I?" Qinghe moved his body, raised his head as if to defend himself, but Hei Yao shook his head: "Now I can't get my heart back, either. No? Qinghe might as well guard this primordial spirit for me, okay?"

"……it is good."

After a long while, the boy responded with a low sob.

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The winter wind is bitter, howling and blowing past people's ears, bringing a chill.

Wrapped in thick cloaks, the two passed the long street, but saw that the street was covered with thousands of piles of snow, and crystal clear icicles formed under the eaves along the street, falling unevenly one by one under the eaves. It looks as moving as a small layer of crystal bead curtain.

Qinghe picked a branch of red plum on the street and put it in his hands to play with, stretched out a finger to poke the bright yellow stamen of the plum blossom, Hei Yao took him by the shoulders and led him away, seeing him bowing his head and enjoying himself, the corners of his mouth could not help but bend slightly, I actually felt very happy in my heart.

The fine pollen was rubbed on the young man's fair fingertips, Qinghe raised his head and said to Heiyao, "Low your head."

Hei Yao didn't doubt that he was there, and leaned over upon hearing this.Seeing this, Qing He smiled slyly, stretched out his hand and wiped the bright yellow pollen from his fingertips on his forehead; Hei Yao was not annoyed, but deliberately threatened him: "If you wipe it again, I will take the plum blossom powder in your hand later." threw."

Qing He nodded with a smile: "Then we'll talk about it later." Before he finished speaking, he frowned suddenly, and his expression gradually became serious.

"What's wrong?" Hei Yao asked him.

Qing He blinked, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes: "I just...wanted to catch a little rabbit."

Catching rabbits?Hei Yao laughed, but a blurry scene suddenly flashed in front of his eyes, it seemed that the mountains were full of chaotic jade and broken jade, and he was waiting to take a closer look, but he couldn't see clearly.

Frowning slightly, Hei Yao broke the strange silence between the two: "...the mountains are covered with heavy snow."

Almost talking with him, Qinghe also shared the picture that flashed in his mind: "Snow fell all over the mountain, very desolate...and very beautiful."

"..."

After a moment of silence, Hei Yao raised his eyebrows, and chuckled inexplicably: "We thought of going somewhere."

"What..." Looking at the narrow eyes of the young man, Qing He was a little embarrassed for no reason, and after a pause, he straightened his expression: "Why did you see the same scene?"

"Maybe someone wanted us to see it?"

Having said that, Hei Yao smiled, "The scenery is pretty good, but I prefer to see all the scenery myself."

"So..." Qing He sighed leisurely: "What kind of weird talk did you encounter again..."

Hei Yao stretched out his hand and pinched his cheek, "That's not bad, it's not so boring, right?"

Taking advantage of the situation, Qing He stuck the remaining plum blossom on Hei Yao's forehead, and smiled proudly at the young man's helpless expression: "Yes, yes...don't wipe it off! I'm doing your makeup for you!"

"...Then how about I stick another petal for you?"

Hei Yao smiled and snatched the plum blossom from his hand.

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The gloomy stone room, within a mere square inch, actually paints all the scenery of the world one by one.

A pair of young man's hands gently pushed away the messy branches and leaves in front of him, and the young man looked curiously at the blooming Suxinmei in front of him.

The young man beside him reached out and touched the young man's cheek, and smiled at the young man's surprised gaze.

But... very quiet.

In the east, warblers fly and grass grows, in the west there are lotus leaves, in the south maple leaves cover the mountains, and in the north the mountains are covered with ice and snow.

The four walls of the stone room depict the scenery of the four seasons, but whether it is the gurgling water in the mountains or the blue birds jumping on the branches, they all move in a very quiet posture in the picture scrolls. Even the two people standing side by side have never said a word. He just smiled to express the joy in his heart.

His features are clear and handsome, and his temperament is aloof, but his stature and demeanor are about the same as those of Hei Yaoqing and the other two.

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