snow every week

Song Yuan maintained that slumped posture, and looked at each other for two breaths with the large group of people and snakes. Before Xuexue pulled the fur beside him to cover his shyness, he realized it.

Xuexue worked so hard to build this house with him so earnestly. Could it be that it was not for him to live in, but for entertaining him, a frustrated visitor from outside the mountain?

The face of the alien was not unusual at first, but the innocence of nature made him more kind. The warm yellow fire reflected on the indifferent and handsome face of the human snake, and the outline softened, as if there was a kind of docile mood.

While Song Yuan was amazed at his appearance, his heart couldn't help trembling because of his actions.

The recent communication has let him know that Xuexue was born with nature, has never been down the mountain, and probably has never seen any human beings, and his daily life is lacklustre, except for hunting. Many customers are curious.

In fact, it is difficult to be so gentle and friendly by nature, but it may be because he is half like a human being, and there are few people in this place. In the past, Xuexue lived alone, so Xuexue felt close to him.

This feeling is really strange, Song Yuan has never had such an experience before. He has been pampered and loved to such an extent without doing anything, and without trying to understand others. Said: "Wrong, here, this is the place to sleep, this is Xuexue's bed."

Xuexue just looked at him without blinking, until the female came to hold his hand again, with a soft and hot hand, only holding his three fingers. Although it was very powerful, it was not considered to be What.

Song Yuan expected his body to be heavy, so he tried to pull him up, but it was actually not too difficult.

The human snake didn't say anything about falling down and getting up. It only needed to lift the snake's tail, straighten its waist, and immediately resumed the posture of looking down on Song Yuan.

Song Yuan stretched out his hand and pointed to the bed, and said: "This is your——Xuexue's bed." Then he stretched out his hand and pointed to the place where he lay down first, "I'm staying here tonight, and I'll ask you to take me back tomorrow .”

He thought that if Xuexue had a house, the cave would be free, so he could make use of it.

These days he was unable to cultivate, he was no longer anxious and restless as before, he calmed down to recuperate, asked his heart a few times, and felt that the life on the snow-capped mountains was also leisurely, with little communication, and there were only people and snakes in total, which was a very good time to live.

Before he went up the mountain, he was full of anxiety. The teacher who had changed his face, the severe scolding and cruel sarcasm made him always worried. He committed the following crimes, and his sins were serious. Asking for medicine was not purely imitating the so-called benevolence and filial piety, but asking for his own Peace of mind.

He didn't know when he had such an idea, it seemed that from the very beginning, he never thought that he could form a Taoist partner with any woman.

He loved them and was afraid of them, and he did what he could for them, but he had no desire to please his courtship.

He is often timid and restrained when facing women, perhaps because women are naturally sensitive and cunning, and he is afraid of being seen through.

If there was one time, it was only close, and it was Qiao Miao. When he was holding his sleeve eagerly, Song Yuan was so confused and shy, he thought about it, tossed and turned, and kept convincing himself.

Miao Miao is a lovely girl.

She likes you, isn't that what you want?

But when it was about to dawn, he stared at the beams after a sleepless night, and he understood completely.

He refuses to be relied on by others, and does not believe that he can be relied on by others.

Miao Miao is naive, and only because of a little care, they are very similar, but Miao Miao and her senior sister can keep warm, so she still has fantasies about love.

And he is such a rootless duckweed, as the senior brother said, he always looks like a lost dog. Although he has spent half his life, he never has the heart to ascend to immortality like a cultivator, but his heart is tired.

He wants to escape, he wants everything that is stable and peaceful, he doesn't want to be warm-hearted, he doesn't want to travel around to fight for a reputation, he doesn't want to live in a realm where cultivation is hard to advance, and he can't recover. Willing to long for the eternal life of thousands of years of loneliness.

The master carried him back from the fireworks of burying people in the mortal world, and promised him a vain dream of longevity.

No one has ever told him how lonely the road of cultivation is, how long, how long, and how unattainable a dream is to live forever.

It made him want to grab everything around him, but like the hand of his mother who couldn't catch it when he was young and couldn't remember it now, everything flowed away.

The brother's care will be withdrawn, the master's attention will disappear, friends will retreat to thank guests, and everything will end.

He was the only one standing there, looking around in panic.

But fortunately, after all, he only owes one person, and he has paid off his teacher's kindness, and there is nothing more to worry about.

If you want to say how regretful it is, you don’t really have it. The small picture in the poem book seems to have been drawn when he was very young. At that time, he was full of admiration and he wrote devoutly. No more expressive than when I was a child.

The poem next to the small statue is nothing more than a sentence "half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be king". It was because he misunderstood people's ideas and had a wandering mind that he was caught by the younger brother. penalty.

Not good, neither asked him to plead guilty with a thorn on his upper body, nor pierced his pipa bone and sent him to the confession cliff, but just told him to contemplate his mistakes behind closed doors, and no one inside the sect or outside the sect knew about it.

Does this count as punishment?

It doesn't matter to him, after all, the hand that was stretched out to him when he was young seems to be withdrawn again.

He thought that only Shizun, only Shizun knows everything, but still loves him and understands what he thinks, so no matter how cold the snow on the Shuangyun Pagoda is, Song Yuan is willing to climb to his side, seeking peace of mind .

He remembers all the tenderness of Master, so he can be at ease with the indifference, and even miss him without hesitation, which is rare and warm.

Is this love?

If it is, then he really has no regrets, and the heartbeat is not the movement of the flag, it is enough to tell the wind to stop.

However, hopeless love wears away people like that, but leaves no traces, so that now living in the snow-capped mountains, Song Yuan often recalls, doubting how sincere he is.

In the vast and mysterious world, duckweed grabs a life-saving straw, who can say that gratitude is love?

Perhaps this is the beauty of Qingxiu, he was trapped here for a few days, but he had the idea of ​​not leaving.

If you don't leave, why refuse people and snakes thousands of miles away.

A pure and friendly friend who knows nothing about his past and will never know anything, if you say this is a embarrassment from God, it is better to say it is a reward for Song Yuan's past merits.

And Xuexue looked at the pointing of his arm, she seemed to have realized something, her red eyes lit up for a moment, she gently held his arm, held him firmly and slowly, and dumped him into the bed together.

Under the cover of snow-white or brown-gray flying fur, the shy and bold scale tail stuffed itself into Song Yuan's chest, asking him to grab it, but he struggled twice but did not get away.

Song Yuan teased the shy scales tail that exposed the main snake's mood, unaware that he was already enveloped in the embrace of the human snake, and smiled pleasantly:

"Xuexue, are you... inviting me to live with you?"

Xuexue didn't understand the meaning of the words, so her scales shrank tremblingly.

Feeling sleepy, Song Yuan caught it boldly, stroked its scales, and showed Xuexue with his fingers. Xuexue stared at the human race's slender and graceful finger movements without blinking. How to understand, I saw him lowering his face, nodding his head lightly, his snow-colored hair hanging in front of Song Yuan's eyes, showing a submissive attitude of obedience.

Unreasonable, so that people can not afford to refuse the idea.

In fact, his natural gentle and friendly disposition, and his free help many times are already very lovable.

Song Yuan was very happy. In fact, he was seldom really happy. He was at a loss for a while. He threw away his useless demeanor on the snow mountain, and involuntarily put his cold tail on his back and asked him: "Okay, Xuexue, I would like to... "

He blurted out, but soon worried that he was being sentimental, and wanted to make up a few words. Who would have thought that Xuexue could not understand his words, but could also understand his arms and happiness. In the past, he rubbed his shoulder with his cheek, and the scaly tail was also excited, knocking around in the surrounding fur.

There was still no expression on his face, but Song Yuan could understand it based on his movements, and he was happier now.

"How old are you, how old are you? I think you should be younger than me, we lived together, you are my brother..."

"Of course you are taller than me. Your tail is longer, and when you spread it out, you are bigger than me, but our human race is ranked according to age. I am the elder brother..."

"Xuexue, remember... to tidy up the house tomorrow, how can the leather be... all over the floor... is it..."

The person in the arms obviously fell into a sound sleep very quickly, with a small, white face, eyebrows stretched, and a very light pink lip.

The human snake waited for a while, then lowered its face even lower until its lips touched the thick hair of the human race.

He never knew what being a thief was, but he held his breath, carefully stuck out the tip of his tongue, and lightly touched the hair of the person in his arms.

It is warm and fragrant.

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In whose arms will I feel (?

Who knows if my mouth is blocked (p′︵‵.) It is my fate to be squeezed out by that, I understand

Do you remember the setting that snakes smell with their tongues?