【Ice Nine】Cage

Faint light came in from the slightly open windows, bringing with it the extreme air-conditioning of the cold winter and the north wind that was still biting the bone.

Shen Qingqiu slowly opened his eyes, turned his head and stared at the white walls and black tiles under the sky outside in a trance.

There was silence outside the window, only the occasional sound of broken leaves shaking unyieldingly in the wind.

The heavy rain last night seemed endless, but it stopped today.

The continuous torrential rain poured down for half a month, but suddenly the sky was clear again.

Perhaps this is how the world travels, with surprises and ups and downs.I thought it was a willow and a flower, but when I stepped on it, it turned out to be a cliff and an abyss.

Even though yesterday he tossed and turned until the middle of the night before falling asleep in a daze, Shen Qingqiu still woke up very early today, just like the past few months.Not because of anything else, just that the little thing in my stomach is hungry.

Since those violent reactions disappeared, his appetite is so good that his stomach is rumbling every morning.

When he first settled down, Shen Qingqiu couldn't take care of himself at all, it was simply impossible for him to do laundry and cooking.

He also wanted to recruit a few servants to serve him, at least he could make himself much more comfortable and not have to worry about the usual little things.

But in a blink of an eye, I thought that my stomach would soon be unable to hide. The village said it was big or small, and when others saw something, it was inevitable that it would not be passed on.Even if he pretends to be a woman, he is not allowed to show his secrets. He doesn't want to be treated as a demon.

After thinking about it, I can only learn to take care of myself.

Everything is difficult at the beginning, Shen Qingqiu does not know anything about daily affairs, but he is very good at it.

When he was a child, he didn't need to think about these delicate things. After the catastrophe, he became a high-ranking peak master. It was not his turn to think about these things. today.

Luo Binghe...

Shen Qingqiu's eyelids twitched, and he threw off the quilt abruptly. The bone-chilling air made him shiver violently, and the thoughts that slowly popped up in his head stopped abruptly.

While exhaling white breath, he quickly put on his clothes, trembling all over.

This damn weather!

If it wasn't for the fact that his body couldn't walk very far, he didn't want to be here all day long in the cold.

Shen Qingqiu sat in front of the mirror and combed his hair. After hesitating for a while, he picked up the wooden hairpin and tied a woman's hair in a bun.

——He learned this from an old woman, and lied that it was for his wife's hair.

In the past, Qingjing Fengfeng majored in Yajian, but she has degenerated to this point, and she just wanted to live a stable life, which is really ridiculous.

The hot water brought yesterday was already as cold as ice, and when Shen Qingqiu took the water off the shelf, his fingertips were so cold that it ached.

He hugged the copper basin in his hand, and the old wooden door opened with a creaking sound, the voice was as hoarse as an old man's dying years.

Today, the wooden door greeted the first bone-piercing cold wind, and also greeted the handsome young man in black.

He seemed to be in a daze all the time, he raised his head when he heard the voice, and when he saw Shen Qingqiu, he bent his eyes and smiled softly and called: "Master."

Just like the novice disciples many years ago, with such clear black eyes and fiery affection, Shen Qingqiu was the only one in his eyes.

Shen Qingqiu's foot sprained slightly, looking at Luo Binghe in a daze.

Luo Binghe was very embarrassed, his whole body was drenched by the heavy rain last night, a few strands of hair clinging to his forehead made his face paler, and even those deep black eyes were brighter.

Such an embarrassing appearance, perhaps only when Shen Qingqiu was one of his subordinates back then, he became an existence that no one could control after the return of Infernal Abyss, and I am afraid that no one will make him like this again.

I don't know if it's true or not, if it's sad or ridiculous, it seems that Shen Qingqiu's eyes are exposed to such embarrassment.

Just talking about it, he came back from the dead, but in a blink of an eye, everything changed from being forced to being out of control, creating entangled marks in the right and wrong of things. It's not something he can understand.He didn't want to know more about it.

Shen Qingqiu poured water out of the door, and then wanted to close the door, but as expected, Luo Binghe pressed the door stubbornly.

He didn't even look at it, and simply turned it off, pretending that there was no such person, turned and entered the door expressionlessly, ignoring the gradually cooling smile behind him.

Shen Qingqiu went to the kitchen to boil hot water for washing as usual.

Now his body is no better than before, once something goes wrong, it's not a joke, Shen Qingqiu doesn't want to experience the so-called one dead body and two dead at all.

The firewood was delivered only after being chopped up, and it could be easily ignited even in such a place where it was often rainy and humid.

He threw a handful of pine hair into the stove, and just as he hugged his stomach to pick up a few sticks to light the fire, he was supported by two hands to stand upright, and the wood he just picked up fell to the ground with a clatter.

Luo Binghe pursed his lips without saying a word, helped Shen Qingqiu to sit on a chair beside him, and skillfully lit a fire in the stove.

The two of them didn't talk in the light white smoke. After the water was hot, Luo Binghe mixed half a spoonful of cold water into the copper basin scooped with hot water, soaked the dry cloth towel in it and rubbed it a few times. The steamy cloth towel was about to cover Shen Qingqiu's face.

Shen Qingqiu snatched the cloth towel with his hands, got up and went to wet the cloth again, and then washed his face happily.

It was as if what Luo Binghe handed him just now was a poor man's charity, but he didn't bother to ask for it.

Shen Qingqiu cooked a meal on his own, ignoring the people who stood aside, filled his stomach in a strange silence, and successfully comforted the little thing in his stomach.

He thought about how it was finally sunny today, so he thought about washing the pile of clothes, and there was still hot water.

As soon as I put the clothes into the water, before I had time to rub them, the owner of the other hand reached out to wash the clothes without any explanation.

From now on, whenever Shen Qingqiu wanted to do something, Luo Binghe would help him do it without saying a word.

Shen Qingqiu suppressed his anger in his heart, is this bastard going to tell him that he can't live without him? !

He stared at Luo Binghe who was burning charcoal fire, and said the first sentence to him since today in a cold voice: "Little beast, what are you playing?"

Luo Binghe was not angry because of his rudeness, and even softened his expression because of this short questioning.

He looked at Shen Qingqiu and said calmly: "The disciple just wants to treat Master well, that's all."

Shen Qingqiu secretly squeezed his fist and said, "I don't need it."

Luo Binghe said: "But I want to do this, it's just me."

Shen Qingqiu stood up abruptly, gritted his teeth and said, "I don't care about it!"

Luo Binghe's face seemed to turn paler. Seeing that the two were about to quarrel again, there were suddenly bustling voices outside, commotion in front of Shen Qingqiu's room.

Shen Qingqiu glared at Luo Binghe bitterly, and pushed open the door vigorously.

In front of the door, it was like singing an opera, surrounded by a large group of watching villagers, pointing their fingers, and after he came out, there was a lot of discussion.

Before Shen Qingqiu frowned, he hadn't figured out the situation, when a smell of cheap makeup suddenly passed before his eyes.

He reached out and firmly cut off the fat and greasy palm, and shook it out in disgust.

The person who was thrown on the ground burst into a burst of crying, as if they had encountered something unreasonable, pointing at Shen Qingqiu and yelling loudly.

"You shameless bastard, you dare to hit me! Who knows if you did something outrageous, got pregnant by a man, and ran to our village! How dare you come out to seduce a man, huh? You deserve to be punished by thousands of people!" A slut who rides thousands of people! Pooh!"

Shen Qingqiu's face turned black, and he desperately restrained himself not to kill the vexatious woman in front of him.

Butcher Zhang rushed over from another place, dragged Mrs. Zhang up in a hurry, blushed as if extremely embarrassed, and apologized to Shen Qingqiu: "I'm sorry Jiuniang, I didn't hold her back."

"Okay you!" After hearing his words, Mrs. Zhang jumped up and slapped him, and shouted: "You still dare to speak for her?! Tell me, have you slept with her, huh? You explain!"

Butcher Zhang widened his eyes and scolded in disbelief: "Don't talk nonsense!"

Mrs. Zhang grabbed Butcher Zhang's arm and refused to let go, with a fierce face on her face: "If someone hadn't told me, I don't know yet, how much meat from the house did you take to give to that hoof? You gave it to my old lady." Say it well!"

Butcher Zhang couldn't hold her back, his face turned black from the crowd watching, and he couldn't bear to shout: "Have you had enough trouble?! Jiu Niang and I are innocent, just say a few more words, don't blame me for doing it."

Hearing that Mrs. Zhang pushed Butcher Zhang hard, she cried and said, "You still want to hit me?! We'll settle the score when we get back! Now I'll strangle this shameless vixen to death! You still miss her!"

Shen Qingqiu was already trembling with anger, fearing that the next moment he couldn't help but hit that disgusting woman until her brains splattered.

That fat and bloated body couldn't get close to Shen Qingqiu after all, Luo Binghe raised his sleeve lightly, and Zhang Shi flew out.

The crowd exclaimed for a while, and they didn't dare to join in the fun when they saw that the matter was too serious, and they dispersed like birds and beasts.

Butcher Zhang knew he was wronged, and he didn't even dare to raise his head, let alone ask for an explanation, so he hurriedly sent his wife back home.

As soon as he entered the door, Shen Qingqiu slapped Luo Binghe hard, without mercy.

Luo Binghe bowed his head in silence and did not resist.

Seeing his resignation, Shen Qingqiu felt the fire in his heart burning his heart and lungs, so he could only scold him: "Who told you to meddle in your own business!"

It must have been what Luo Binghe said to Butcher Zhang earlier that caused the farce just now.

Luo Binghe said in a low voice: "I just want to teach him a lesson, he shouldn't covet the master, I didn't expect..."

Did not expect it to be self-defeating.

Shen Qingqiu scolded: "Who let you meddle in my life, why do you?! Luo Binghe, you bastard!"

Why do you want to provoke me?Why should you decide everything for me? !

Why the hell are you? ! !

Shen Qingqiu didn't do anything after all, suppressing the inexplicable anger of being scolded by an ugly woman, as well as the dense and troubled thoughts in his heart, he didn't talk to Luo Binghe anymore.

He did his own thing, Luo Binghe seemed to be completely unaffected by Shen Qingqiu's words, and followed closely behind him, but he couldn't gather a smile after all.

Shen Qingqiu only felt that the anger in his heart seemed to reach its peak, and he was afraid that if it poured out, it would be molten flames.

Luo Binghe walked around behind him all afternoon, and finally turned around and went elsewhere.

Shen Qingqiu thought that he was finally going to give up, or that he was going to find some other way to make him compromise.He couldn't tell what it was like, but he just breathed a sigh of relief.

Unexpectedly, before he could relax for a long time, Luo Binghe came over carefully holding the bowl, and said softly: "Master, let's eat something."

It's not at all like the exquisite porcelain bowl of the Demon Palace, with bursts of warm fragrance, snow-white porridge, green green onion, and light yellow shredded ginger.

It's a bowl of porridge.

……Porridge?

Shen Qingqiu's hands trembled a little, and he slowly reached for the bowl of porridge.

There was a little hope in Luo Binghe's eyes, and he handed the porridge bowl carefully.But immediately, that little hope was completely shattered.

Shen Qingqiu stretched out his hand, and knocked over the bowl of porridge that he had worked so hard for. He lowered his head slightly, unable to see his expression clearly, and said in a low voice, "Get out."

Luo Binghe froze in place, helpless.

Shen Qingqiu wiped his face fiercely with his sleeve, and only then did he have the courage to look up again.

He stared at Luo Binghe with red eyes, and repeated sharply: "Get out!"

This was the thorn in his heart, and that bowl of porridge was the source of his nightmares, the beginning of his self-importance, and pushed him to a point of no return.

Luo Binghe hugged him tightly, his voice trembling: "Master, you can beat me and scold me, but don't ignore me, don't drive me away, I really... really don't know what to do... ..."

There was even a trace of despair in his tone: "You tell me what to do, Master..."

Just like the disciple who was at a loss what to do back then, he didn't know how to please the master.Obviously he is a person who hangs around the flowers all year round, but he comes here clumsily and asks the other party what to do.

Shen Qingqiu looked up and closed his eyes, pushed him away forcefully, and said mockingly: "You ask me what to do, then who should I ask?"

You do what you want, but disturb others.

He, Shen Qingqiu, didn't believe in fate, but at this moment he had to be sure of cause and effect, because no matter in what aspect, he found that the two of them were extremely evil, and there would be no good results.

Luo Binghe looked at him calmly for a few breaths, with bottomless emotions brewing in his deep black eyes.

In a blink of an eye, the torrent broke out unexpectedly, he turned away from looking at Shen Qingqiu, and said angrily, "So what are we doing like this?! You don't say anything! Do you think I feel better!"

Shen Qingqiu clenched his teeth, and turned his back, but his voice sounded like a sob coming from his throat: "Then get out of here!"

Now he doesn't want to entangle him anymore, but Luo Binghe insists on going his own way and doesn't want to let him go!

Back then, it was clearly Luo Binghe who brought him back, weaving an illusion called tenderness, making him fly in like a moth, stepping in without hesitation, and couldn't break free no matter what.

Unexpectedly, falling from the clouds to the mud, the change is only in the blink of an eye.After being trampled to pieces, it's so easy to be innocent.

The body suddenly fell into the arms of the person behind him, Luo Binghe hugged him and said incoherently: "Master, I'm sorry, I shouldn't get angry at you, it's my fault, please forgive me, forgive me..."

Shen Qingqiu stabilized the trembling all over his body, maybe it was the anger and pain that burned his head, and he wanted to get back all the pain he had suffered.

He chuckled lightly, and said, "Okay, I can forgive you, but now, kneel down in front of me and beg me."

Luo Binghe froze all over and stood still for a long time.

It was obviously relatively silent, but it was more intimidating than the turbulent wind and clouds. The undercurrent between the two was surging and turbulent, smashing the two of them to pieces.

Just when Shen Qingqiu thought that he would not respond again, or would get angry again, he slowly let go of Shen Qingqiu.

Shen Qingqiu turned to look at him, there was still some moisture in his eyes.

Luo Binghe's eyes were red, he gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "You said..."

"..."

"This is what you said!"

Shen Qingqiu stood there blankly, not feeling any pleasure in his heart.

Luo Binghe lifted his robe vigorously, staring at him persistently and resolutely.

She had let go of all her glory and pride, and wanted to kneel before him.