Buried fire

There is an inexplicable intimacy in the city that has not been seen for a long time.

Yin Zhu and Lu Huanyi were walking on the street, the cold wind blowing past their faces from time to time, there were many pedestrians passing by, walking side by side in twos and threes, no one noticed them.

People are just tiny specks of dust in the universe, even if they are walking in crowded places, no one will notice who is passing by.

Yin Zhu's long hair caught the attention of several people, but just for attention, they quickly turned their eyes elsewhere.

"I'll give you something," Yin Zhu said mysteriously, "something that no one else has."

Lu Huanyi thought about it for a long time, and always felt that Yin Zhu was going to give him the layer of skin that he shed for the first time.

Yin Zhu's body should be huge.

It's very possible to fuck it, and you can make a leather jacket and leather pants by yourself.

Maybe even a pair of leather shoes.

Awesome.

"You'd better give me something normal," Lu Huanyi said, "or father will chop you up."

Yin Zhu frowned, raised his hand and squeezed Lu Huanyi's shoulder gently, and did not speak any more.

Finding a remote corner, Yin Zhu brought Lu Huanyi back to the cave next to the boundary line between the demon world and the human world. The iron gate outside still had to wait for Yin Zhu to knock on it with the tip of his tail before it opened. When it was pushed open, it also squeezed away the snow piled outside the door.

Lu Huanyi walked in behind Yin Zhu, watching the candles on the stone wall ignite spontaneously one by one.

Those stone sculptures piled up in the corner have not yet fallen into dust.

It is estimated that there is something like a dust-proof bead placed next to it.

Yin Zhu went straight in, rummaged through the box, and Lu Huanyi sat cross-legged at the table, staring at him intently.

Probably the thing he was looking for was very, very difficult to find. Yin Zhu took out the cabinet, emptied the contents, and finally broke the wooden board of the cabinet with one hand, and pulled the cabinet in half.

Lu Huanyi stared at Yin Zhu in shock and opened a small half-meter-high cabinet, took out the clothes one by one, shook them, threw them aside, and then smashed another box with his bare hands.

"No," Lu Huanyi swallowed, "Can you be gentle, how can you say this... is also your home."

Yin Zhu frowned and glanced at Lu Huanyi, and said distressedly, "I forgot."

"What did you forget?" Lu Huanyi asked.

"I forgot to put it there," Yin Zhu said, "I remember it was in a wooden compartment."

"What's so secretive?" Lu Huan pointed to the sawdust beside his feet, "If you take it down, your house will be gone, you know? It will be gone here."

"But I can't remember." Yin Zhu said, "What should I do?"

"Use your brain," Lu Huanyi said, "Think hard."

Yin Zhu actually sat down when he heard the words, and began to think in distress.

Only then did Lu Huanyi's ears become clear.

There is no more inexplicable clicking sound.

Yin Zhu sat there thinking, so he stood up and wandered around the cave aimlessly for a few times.

When he came here last time, he took a rough look at this place. At that time, he had to look at Yin Zhu while looking at it, but this time it was not so complicated.

Yin Zhu sat there like an emotionless thinking machine.

Until Lu Huanyi wandered around in the cave for a long time, and even leaned over to take a closer look at those stone carvings, Yin Zhu didn't have the slightest intention to move.

Behind the stone carving, there seemed to be something hidden in the dark corner covered by the light, and a piece of yellowed paper was exposed. Lu Huanyi was stunned, and bent down to pick up the piece of paper.

The characters are all Chinese characters, but the combination of strokes is a bit incomprehensible.

He stared at the five characters at the top of his head for almost 5 minutes before he realized that the five characters were "clean the cherry blossoms" and he couldn't understand anything else.

But that's probably a recipe for winemaking.

He still tried his best to see a few words such as "blocking" and "waiting for half a year later".

After staring at it for a while, Lu Huanyi finally read the last two words fluently, but then he was taken aback for a while, and his mind went into a daze for a while.

On the last line of the old yellowed paper was written the name of the wine brewed by this brewing recipe.

Sakura at night.

The wine that Master once gave him to drink at the New Year's banquet was also called Ye Ying.

Is it a coincidence?

If this is a coincidence, it is too much of a coincidence.

Lu Huanyi gripped the piece of paper tightly and put it in his pocket. Before he could think about it, Yin Zhu behind him suddenly stood up, strode to the bed and lifted the quilt underneath, revealing a piece of pure black underneath. The wooden block, he stretched out his hand and held the wooden board in his hand, without looking up, "I found it."

"I found it," Lu Huanyi turned to look at him, "It's awesome."

Yin Zhu ignored him, and with a little force in his hand, the wooden boards scattered like powder, revealing a black thing as big as a fingernail inside.Illuminated by the flickering candles on the wall, Lu Huanyi walked over a few steps and looked at the thing in his hand, "What is this?"

"My scales," Yin Zhu paused after finishing his sentence, "the scales of my childhood."

"When I was young." Lu Huanyi repeated, staring at the little words in his hand.

He had seen Yin Zhu's scales that had been chopped off before—they were taken away by the master—it was at least as big as his palm, but the one in Yin Zhu's hands was pitifully small.

"How young were you?" Lu Huanyi looked at him in shock, "Are you an earthworm?"

"It's probably so small," Yin Zhu gestured with his fingers, and then passed the scales in his hand to Lu Huanyi, "Send it to you."

"...Give it to me." Lu Huanyi took it subconsciously, and after receiving it in the palm of his hand, he realized that the small piece of the thing was hot all over, and it was light and thin.

These scales were drawn by Yin Zhu when he was playful and rebellious when he was a child, trying to escape from the snowy field, but was discovered by that person.

That person probably didn't expect the scales of Xiao Ming Snake to fall off so easily. He obviously didn't use much force, but Yin Zhu was already dying and was about to die, and the scale on his back fell off directly.

Yin Zhu remembered that the man's face turned pale with fright, the same color as his clothes, so white that it was frightening, his brain seemed to be disconnected for a moment before he rushed out recklessly, and pulled several people in white clothes over to check for him and confirm After nothing happened, I was relieved.

But this scale was left like this, fearing that it would be found by someone with a heart, that person sealed the scale with a piece of spiritual wood and hid it under the mattress, only Yin Zhu could open it.

But Yin Zhu didn't intend to tell Lu Huanyi about these things in the past.

After all, it's quite embarrassing to be beaten up for being naughty.

"I have nothing to give you," Yin Zhu said, "only this scale, and this home."

Lu Huanyi froze for a moment, raised his head to look at him, and clenched his hands tightly.

"I have these, and I'll give them to you," Yin Zhu paused for a while, carefully pondering over the words on his lips, no matter how he said it, it didn't sound right, so he simply gave up the words and sentences, and used the most straightforward way, He said sincerely, "Happy birthday."