Thousands of years old silly white sweet

Dong Changqing was dizzy in his head, he felt that he had a dream, and he was somewhere in the Heavenly Palace.

It's quiet here, without any sound.

Maybe there are people around, but no one will pay attention to him.

He's going to be here all his life.

Dong Changqing was very reluctant, he would rather stay in the snow, with nothing around, and his loneliness was also taken for granted.

Suddenly, he saw an acquaintance.

Take him to the Erlang God in Tiangong.

Dong Changqing pinched his face, drew his fingertips all the way to the center of his brow, and let out a slightly puzzled voice, "Where's that little red line of yours?"

"Winter evergreen."

Erlangshen called him by his name fiercely again.

Who wouldn't.

"Yang Jian—hee hee, three eyes~" Dong Changqing didn't know where he had the courage to call out the nickname he gave him. Now that he has been called, he is not afraid. Come on, it won't hurt, "As long as, as long as you don't let your dog eat me, it's so uncomfortable..."

Yang Jian looked down at him, but still ignored him.

Dong Changqing was a little sad.

In fact, he liked Yang Jian quite a lot. At that time, he was still growing in the snow, a lonely flower. Yang Jian picked him up, put him in his warm arms, and took him to the Heavenly Palace.

It's so annoying.

He thought, if Yang Jian also raises him in a pot, hugs him inside the house when it's cold, moves out to bask in the sun when it's warm, and waters him all day to repel insects, what if he falls in love with Yang Jian.

That will die.

Fortunately, Yang Jian put him on the Queen Mother's head and gave him a very nice name.

Evergreen.

He also has a name, which is better than rose, peony, and plum blossom.

At that time, he was put on the head by the queen mother, and he was crowded with those jeweled hairpins all day long, which was more boring than being in the white snow.

So, what he looks forward to most every day is meeting Yang Jian.

Yang Jian always goes there when the sun is the warmest in the palace of the Queen Mother. He is wearing silver-white clothes, shining brightly in the sun. Whenever Dong Changqing sees him, he will shake himself By the way, the petals rolled violently in my heart.

It's a pity that Yang Jian will leave soon. As soon as his back disappeared, the petals of the holly evergreen drooped immediately, and he lay dejectedly on the golden crown beside him.

The Queen Mother probably thought that the flower had been out of the ground for too long and was not fresh, so she took it down, pulled out the original petals, regrown them, and put them back on.

That day when Yang Jian left and came back, he caught up with the Queen Mother who was picking petals, and she pulled Dong Changqing into a bare pole, which was ugly as hell.

Dong Changqing thought, it's over, it must be ugly.

How can you see him like this.

Just when he was sad, Dong Changqing transformed into a clean and clear young man, curled up under the table.

The queen mother was startled, and so was the fairy boy in the palace, not knowing what happened to Yang Jian.

Anyway, no matter what, Yang Jian just ignored him.

After a long time, Dong Changqing also knew how to make him speak, he smiled sweetly, as if soaked in honey water, "Brother Yang Jian~"

To say that the thing Yang Jian hates the most is that those fairies call him brother Yang Jian. As long as the fairies call him like that, Yang Jian seems to have fallen into an ice hole, and his body is full of cold air. The reaction was even greater.

Someone grabbed his wrist, "Dong Changqing, what did you call me?"

Look, this is Erlang's weakness.

Dong Changqing proudly called over and over again, "Brother Yang Jian~Brother Yang Jian~"

For some reason, he clearly thinks that Xiujue is Yang Jian at this moment, yet he leans over to kiss his lips, licking and sucking his lips tentatively, without going deep, just playing around.

Xiujue let him kiss her, with a strange expression hidden in his lowered eyes.

Enjoyment mixed with irritation and confusion.

It was as if the emotions of two people were contained in a pair of eyes.

Dong Changqing was too drunk.

He raised his head, and pulled out an ambiguous silver thread from the corner of his mouth, and then licked it away with his tongue, his almond eyes were full of seductive mist, making people want to bully him severely.

Shujue did exactly that.

He pulled Dong Changqing into his arms, and bit his lips almost roughly. Dong Changqing's lips were soft and tender, and a piece broke with a little force, and blood dripped out, with a strong smell of alcohol His body fluid mixed with a faint fruity fragrance entered his body.

Xiujue's gaze tightened suddenly, those forgotten dreams were like sharp needles piercing his brain from his temples, and scenes flashed in his mind, and it seemed that something was sparing no effort to push the needles outward, coming and going Often, the pain is overwhelming.

Soon, Dou Da's sweat dripped from Xiujue's forehead, and the person who had been gritting his teeth when his entire back was scalded by the hot water, groaned in pain.

Dong Changqing realized that something was wrong, he raised his head and stared at Xiujue's face in confusion, "You, what's wrong with you."

Xiujue was in so much pain that he couldn't speak, and even lost his mind, he held Dong Changqing in his arms like grabbing a life-saving straw, and there was no trace of blood on his face.

Like, dying.

But he is a god, how could he die?

Dong Changqing squinted his eyes and poked his chin, feeling a little sleepy. He was about to sleep for a while, but suddenly felt something was wrong.

God will die.

In this era, there are no gods, immortals, ghosts, or demons.

Dong Changqing rubbed his eyes, then looked at the person below him again.

Then why did Yang Jian appear here.

"Aren't you, Yang Jian..." Dong Changqing asked, hiccupping, lying on him with a red face and bubbling head, "You are a bit like Mr. Xiu...but Mr. Xiu treats me Well, he cares about me no matter what I say, and gave me a lot, a lot, a lot of things, I also want to treat him well, and give him a pension until the end of his life..."

Xiujue listened to his drunken ravings, and the pain gradually subsided.

The solemn and majestic voice that had been appearing in his dreams for a long time finally reappeared when he was awake.

"Yang Jian, the god of war, is apt to be emotional, abandons the safety of the three worlds, and is willing to degenerate. His crime is unforgivable. From now on, he will be expelled from the immortals and punished. He will be reincarnated in the three realms. He will be lonely and widowed throughout the world. He will not die well and will not be loved."

The aloof god, with an understatement, caused Dong Changqing to see the sun for thousands of years, and caused Yang Jian to suffer endlessly in reincarnation.

Not a punishment, but a curse.

With the fall of the gods, these curses will eventually die together.

And that opportunity, at this moment, has arrived.

The memory that a mortal body can hold is very limited. Anyone who recalls what happened ten years ago will be a blur. before.

Xiujue, the same is true.

Above the Heavenly Palace, the reincarnation of a hundred generations, those broken dreams, like what happened ten years ago, flooded into his mind.

Dong Changqing asked him if it was Yang Jian.

Xiu Jue thought that he could probably give an answer.

But this answer is not important at the moment.

He doesn't think about the past or the future, he only looks forward to every moment and every second of the present.

……

When Dong Changqing woke up, it was already dark, and the floor-to-ceiling windows were filled with neon lights. He was lying on the big round bed in the hotel, and the surrounding was eerily quiet.

After being dazed for a few seconds, Dong Changqing murmured, "Xiu, President Xiu?"

"Who is Mr. Xiuxiu?" A voice sounded from the sofa in front, Xiujue sat up, with his arms hooked around the sofa chair, "Have you had enough of drinking?"

"Ah? Am I drunk?" After Dong Changqing finished speaking, she became amused, "Hey, I knew it."

"Are you sober?" Xiujue walked over suspiciously and handed him a glass of water.

Holding the water glass, Dong Changqing gurgled and killed it in one gulp, "I'm awake, try it if you don't believe me."

"who am I?"

"President Xiu."

"Big name."

"Xiujue."

I don't know when Mr. Xiu got his nickname, but Xiujue thinks this nickname is quite domineering. Seeing that Dong Changqing really sobered up, his face became serious, "Why drink?"

Dong Changqing's eyes widened, and his chin retracted, "We didn't go to dinner last night, that person was there, mixing cocktails, and he made it very beautiful, so I imitated him..."

Xiujue fully accepts this reason.

After all, there are also silly children who watch Peppa Pig imitate pigs.

"Look at me."

Dong Changqing looked at him obediently, and was pinched in the face.

It's not the kind of pinching that is full of love, but really pinching, very hard, almost squeezing the flesh of Dong Changqing's face together, "Uh——"

"Does it hurt?"

Dong Changqing shook his head.

Xiujue smiled, "Let's go, I'll take you to dinner, I don't need to sleep tonight, I will fly back to China tomorrow morning, and sleep on the plane."

Dong Changqing doesn't like foreign food very much, it doesn't suit his appetite, and he is not active in eating, sitting there lazily and unwilling to move.

Xiujue grabbed him by the back collar and lifted him up, "Quick, you must like what you ate today."

So the two came to a chain of fast food restaurants all over the world.

"Oh, this is better." Dong Changqing took a bite of the burger and sighed contentedly.

Xiujue habitually took pictures of him with his mobile phone, and said flatly, "Since you like it, go back and open a shop."

"Open a shop? Me?"

"Well, how about the coffee shop where you work? I'll buy him and give it to you."

Although it has already been bought.

Dong Changqing was slightly startled, took a sip of iced Coke, swallowed what was in his mouth, and then said slowly, "I finally understand..."

"Know what?"

"Know what it means to be rich."

In Dong Changqing's view, Boss Ma's coffee shop is quite valuable. After all, there are so many employees in it, but Xiujue said he would buy it.

It's nice to have money.

"President Xiu, if you can't run out of money in the future, you must give it to me, right?"

Xiujue knew that a word was omitted in his words.

after you die.

If it was left a few hours ago, Xiujue would have to take a vitamin to replenish his body.

But now he just smiled, "Didn't you always say that you would give me a pension until the end of my life? After I die, the money is yours, but it's my loan from you."

"Lend me? If you die, how should I pay you back?"

"Didn't you hear a word?"

"What?"

Xiujue said, "The ghost is still there, don't worry, you will return the money to me sooner or later."

Dong Changqing felt that he had finished his training and became more and more superstitious. Now this society should respect science.