I don't want this golden finger

The carriage carried He Jianqing and Yu Xuan to Yunshao Mountain.

Yunshao Mountain is located in the western outskirts of the capital. At this time of year, the red leaves on the mountain are at their most beautiful. At a glance, the red clouds spread like dense clouds, and the scenery is gorgeous. Even under the gray sky, it still jumps out like a flame. conspicuous.

It is said to be a mountain, but Yunshao Mountain is not very high. There are stone steps at the foot of the mountain. There is even a stone road for people to enjoy the red leaves while walking.

On the side of the road, stone benches and tables appear from time to time for the convenience of resting.

Yu Xuan chose a place halfway up the mountain to sit down, and placed all the pens and inks he brought on the stone table one by one.

He Jianqing stood by the road, without his orders, the people under his command had already cleaned the surrounding area for several miles, to ensure that no one was bothering him, and no idlers would come out to spoil the mood.

In front of them is the red leaf forest that spreads downwards. Looking out from a distance, you can also see the real mountains in the distance.

As soon as He Jianqing turned his head, he saw that Yu Xuan had already spread out the paper and began to draw on the paper in an orderly manner.

He raised his eyebrows, not knowing that Yu Xuan really came to paint.

He walked over and stood behind Yu Xuan, watching him draw the lines of the mountains first, the undulating lines, crooked, well, it was pretty good.

The autumn wind rustled, blowing the paper and lifting the corners. Yu Xuan probably reached a critical moment, and pressed it with his hand. After taking it away, half of the paper was blown up again. He was looking up for something, and saw that He Jianqing had already taken it The smooth and clean rough stone suppressed the fluttering corners of the paper, squinting and smiling at him, and immersed himself in painting again.

He Jian thought about it lightly, then paced behind him to watch again, and now he was no longer silent.

"The red leaves are drawn closer." He said aloud.

Yu Xuan said "Huh?", turned his head to look at the distance, and then looked down at what he had drawn. The distance between the red leaves and the mountains did not seem to be close.

"That's right." He said with satisfaction.

He Jian stepped forward lightly, stretched out his hand over his right shoulder, supported Yu Xuan's right arm, covered the back of his hand with well-defined knuckles with his palm, bowed his head next to Yu Xuan's ear and lowered his voice: "Here are a few more strokes to outline Out of the level..."

Yu Xuan passively followed He Jianqing's hand to move her hand, and the breath in her ear, with a little heat, brushed over the tip of her ear, past the pinna, and touched his cheek.

There was a slight pressure on his shoulders, and he could feel a slight force covering himself halfway.

The back of his hand was pressed against the warm palm, so that he couldn't move his own fingers. He could only walk slowly with the other person, drawing a few faint strokes on the paper, adding some eye-catching lines.

Yu Xuan's thoughts wandered for a while, his mind was in chaos, and he didn't know where he was, until He Jian smiled softly, he trembled as if he had been hit by a hidden weapon that was flying towards him, and then he regained his sanity .

"...Ah, the painting is crooked." Yu Xuan suddenly stopped the pen, and hammered the stone table hard, hurting her finger bones.

At this moment, his heart was in a mess, and he didn't know what the annoying feeling was lingering in his heart. It seemed that someone was plucking his nose with a feather in a deep sleep, and it seemed that in the fog of confusion, someone was stroking him gently. fingertips—

This feeling stirred up his beating heart, and made his thoughts into a mess, which made him very uncomfortable. He wished he could take a basin of water and pour himself thoroughly from head to toe. Only then would he feel refreshed.

He Jian took a few steps back and walked around, took his left hand that had been knocked down, rubbed it with his fingertips soothingly, and said: "I was reckless, why don't you draw another one, how about it?"

He took out the paper he had added a few strokes on, and held it up to look at it carefully. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Yu Xuan silently touching his right ear, smiled happily, folded the paper, and put it away. arms.

This time, Yu Xuan opened his head well, but drew very slowly. Although he was immersed in painting, he was always vigilant about the position behind him. Fortunately, He Jianqing did not move any more.

But this kind of situation also disturbed his steps. At noon, his stomach was growling, and he didn't finish a painting.

Yu Xuan grimaced and sighed dejectedly.

"Stop painting?" He Jianqing asked very patiently.

Yu Xuan raised her eyes and looked at him, with a bit of doubt in her eyes, and hidden dependence that he himself did not realize.

"Hungry." He said honestly.

"Then let's go." He Jianqing walked over to take his hand and walk together, Yu Xuan intentionally or unintentionally dodged, and walked a few steps sideways.

"Let's go, let's go." Yu Xuan shouted from the front, and when he arrived at the restaurant in the mountain, he put aside the strangeness just now.

He Jianqing was not discouraged, he followed step by step to a restaurant set up near the top of the mountain.

The food hall is not big, with four small long tables lined up, three sides transparent, and the food served is also very simple, a few plain noodles, some side dishes, quite a vegetarian feeling.

At this time, there happened to be an old man who was slowly picking up the noodles and savoring them carefully.

The old man is about six to seventy years old, with white hair and beard, wearing a thin gray autumn clothes, with a whisk behind his back, eating noodles slowly, tasting one by one.

As soon as Yu Xuan stepped into the food hall, he took a second look, and then stopped still as if by accident.

He Jian turned around to take a look, and shook his wrist slightly, before Yu Xuan came back to his senses, smiled apologetically at him, and followed him in.

The two ordered two bowls of water noodles and some pickled vegetables for flavoring. He Jian tried it quietly before pushing the noodles in front of Yu Xuan.

"Eat."

Attracted by the fragrance, Yu Xuan was already hungry, so he snorted a few times in a hurry, and his mouth was burned again, and he couldn't stop breathing.

He Jian glanced at him lightly, moved his noodle bowl in front of him, and blew for him for a while.

Yu Xuan licked his lips embarrassingly, and felt the old man's eyes looking towards him, and his face turned red.

"I, I'll do it myself." Yu Xuan hastily dragged the noodle bowl over and blew a few mouthfuls. This time, he imitated the old man and ate slowly.

He Jianqing didn't move his chopsticks, and looked sideways. When Yu Xuan noticed his action, he rubbed his elbows and said, "Hurry up and eat too."

The two leaned side by side and ate slowly. At this time, the old man had already bottomed out the bowl, dropped a few coins, got up and walked out, and stopped by Yu Xuan's side.

His footsteps were very light, Yu Xuan was embarrassed and was about to bury her head in the bowl, so she didn't notice his approach.

However, He Jianqing raised his hand, passed Yu Xuan's shoulder, and held the old man's hand.

"Old man, what are you doing?" He Jianqing slowly got up, seemingly casually, and asked in a calm but somewhat cold voice.

After hearing this, Yu Xuan raised his head belatedly, and saw He Jianqing's gloomy face, with displeasure in his eyes, realized something was wrong, turned to the other side, and saw that the old man's right hand was only a finger away from Put it on your right shoulder.

He glanced at the old man wonderingly, and then he saw his face clearly.

Although this person is old, his eyes are clear, his figure is hale and hearty, his back is straight, and he holds a dust whisk in his left hand. He looks like an extraordinary person.

Yu Xuan took it for granted that the old man just accidentally ran into him.

He Jianqing was not the case. When he made a move, the old man had already tapped Yu Xuan's shoulder, so he was vigilant and didn't think it was an accident.

The old man's expression was calm, even though He Jianqing held his right hand firmly, he didn't feel flustered, at this moment he looked at He Jianqing, and said unhurriedly: "Young master, don't blame me, the old man just saw that this young master has dust on his body, so I help you." He just scanned it."

He Jianqing naturally wouldn't believe his words: "Really?"

The old man flicked his left hand whisk, hung it on his left arm, and continued to He Jianqing: "If you don't believe me, you can use the old man's formation on the spot, and I will never complain."

Yu Xuan listened to the conversation between the two of them, and the more he listened, the more something went wrong.

He quickly got up, turned sideways, and moved to He Jianqing's side, and the two of them faced the old man.

He Jianqing let go of his hand at this moment, and the old man was not annoyed, he moved his wrist, changed the whisk to his right hand, and said meaningfully:

"Young master, you will not go to dark places in the future. You are young and have a long life. Please take care of yourself."

After finishing speaking, the old man said nothing more, and walked out without squinting.

He Jian listened softly, and suddenly felt a chill down his back, and subconsciously said, "Stop!"

The old man stood still, turned around and looked over with a calm expression.

He Jian stepped forward two steps lightly, and immediately two guards appeared, guarding Yu Xun's side. When Yu Xun saw them, his jaw almost dropped in surprise.

He followed He Jianqing all the way, without feeling that anyone was following them, where are these two hiding?He looked left and right, but he didn't find a place to hide.

However, he didn't feel disgusted by this, knowing that it was He Jianqing's deployment, and he was so cautious because he was afraid that he would have some accidents, so he stood there obediently, watching He Jianqing step forward and stood beside the old man. forward, blocking his gaze.

After a while, He Jian turned around lightly, and Yu Xuan was surprised to find that the old man had disappeared. He blinked a few times, very curious, could it be that he met a fairy?

"Brother He, what did you say?" It was as if I had encountered an enemy just now.

He Jian smiled lightly: "It's nothing, I asked him how long it will be until he goes up the mountain... eat quickly, the noodles are getting cold."

Yu Xuan felt that his mood had suddenly dropped. It must have been the old man's words, but he couldn't figure it out. What would this old man, whom he had never met before, say to He Jianqing?

Since He Jianqing didn't want to say anything, he knew that no matter how much he asked, he couldn't get it out, so he could only say "um", and continued to eat noodles.

In fact, what the old man said to He Jianqing was only a few words, but it was enough to make He Jianqing's heart full of dark clouds, and he could not let go.

The old man said that it was best for Yu Xuan to be dark and away from life and death.

What is life and death?What is dark?He Jian was slightly angry, wanting to scold the old man for talking nonsense, but also remembering the ten years that Yu Xuan hadn't seen, so he couldn't speak.

The old man didn't explain much, just let him do it for himself and left alone, just like ten years ago, he took Yu Xuan out of the house, the fortune teller he met on the way.

Thinking of this, He Jianqing's chopsticks stopped halfway, and clouds accumulated in his heart. He seemed to be able to feel that the coming wind and rain, which he could not control, was imminent.