Grandpa is such a bird

Realizing that this person might have something to do with Yin Chenglan, Ling Jiang's heart jumped wildly, and his breath was a little unsteady.

Because he knew that the most likely relationship was father and son based on the youthful facial features and age.

Ling Jiang silently watched the snowflakes fall on the shoulders of the young man in a green robe, and recalled whether he had ever heard rumors about Yin Chenglan's wife and children in the Yufeng Pavilion, he thought about it, and made sure that he paid attention to Yin Chenglan, I've never heard of it at all.

So where did this boy come from?Where is his mother?Why did you shave your hair and become a monk at a young age and entered Buddhism?Generally speaking, don't ordinary people enter Buddhism only after they are disappointed with the world and have no worries about it? Is it the same for young people?Then who is he disappointed in the world?

...Is it Yin Chenglan?

The little yellow bird trembled and swayed. He had already made up a bitter scene for Yin Chenglan in his heart about abandoning his wife and now repenting to find his son thousands of miles away.

He silently thought to himself, since the young man will become a monk, it means that his mother may not be here. Now that Yin Chenglan found him in the Buddhist gate, he must have cried and confessed to him.

He wondered a lot, after Yin Chenglan followed him, would he become the boy's stepfather?

Bai picked up a son, which was very exciting.

Lingjiang suddenly flew up and landed on the young man's shoulder, planning to take a closer look at him.

Kongchen moved his shoulders and found that there was a bird on his shoulders. Snowflakes fell on its palm-sized body, forming a layer of finely crushed ice slag on the pale yellow feathers.

"Huh? Where are you from? Cold?"

Lingjiang thought silently, should he communicate with his eldest son first.

At this time, there were voices behind him, and the sound of snow being crushed by wheels.

"Ruisi, wait until the snow stops before sweeping." A female voice said.

Holding the little yellow bird on his shoulder, Kongchen turned around holding the broom, walked towards the two people in the corridor, and obediently called out: "Mother, adoptive father, the floor is slippery, don't come here."

As soon as he turned around, Yin Chenglan saw the little yellow bird squatting on the boy's shoulder.

The bird was a chubby ball, really yellow, without a trace of variegation from head to claw, and its two small round black eyes were like stars in the dark night, round and bright when looking at people.

The little bird looked exactly like the one he had.

As soon as Yin Chenglan thought about it, he saw the little bird on Mr. Ruisi's shoulder suddenly shake the dumb hair on his head, and rushed into his arms at lightning speed, then turned over and burst into joy in his arms. Come.

Yin Chenglan: "..."

Oh, no wonder the one that looks like a thief is really the one in his house.

Kong Chen was slightly surprised: "Father, what is this bird?"

Yin Chenglan covered the little yellow hair on his leg with one hand, and said calmly: "I'm laughing, the letter bird in the pavilion."

Kong Chen's mother covered her lips and smiled, "This bird looks really lively."

Yin Chenglan nodded politely, and saw that his legs were messed up and he was no longer a stupid bird like a bird. He thought to himself: "Lively? You are so polite, it's a shame!"

Kong Chen said: "What happened? I didn't see the post on it."

Yin Chenglan felt that the soft little bird under his hand was cold, but he didn't freeze to death, so he warmed him with the palm of his hand.

He still doesn't know how Lingjiang came here and what's going on here, but he doesn't need to think about it, and he knows he can guess one or two, so he said: "Don't worry, everything is under control, Ruisi, it's cold outside. Let your mother go back to the house."

Kong Chen withdrew his curious eyes from the yellow hair protruding from Yin Chenglan's fingers, put the broom aside, and went up to support Yin Chenglan's wheelchair: "Okay, I'll take my adoptive father home first."

There is a guest room for pilgrims in the backyard of the ancient temple. As soon as Kongchen sent the person into the room, Lingjiang turned into a human being and closed the door tightly.

Yin Chenglan sat at the table, lit the stove, poured two cups of hot tea, took a sip from the cup, and watched the ups and downs of the tea leaves carefully.

Ling Jiang sat down beside him carelessly, looked at him with his face up for a while, and then suddenly reached out and touched him.

Yin Chenglan was quite experienced in being molested by him, and when he just made a move, he blocked it with the hand holding the tea, but Lingjiang just made a feint, clasped his wrist with his backhand, pulled it in front of him, and hit him The cup in his hand bowed his head and took a sip, which happened to be printed on the place where Yin Chenglan had just drank.

"tasty."

The man's face turned red in an instant, and he threw the cup on his face slightly annoyed.

Ling Jiang smiled and stopped him, held his cup and said, "I said the tea is delicious, why are you angry?"

Yin Chenglan, who has been a hooligan all his life, was completely defeated by this bird. When he thought of Lingjiang's actions just now, his face became inexplicably hot, and his expression turned cold involuntarily. He said expressionlessly, "How did you find this place?"

"Maybe it's because I have a heart-to-heart with you?" Lingjiang smiled hippiely.

Yin Chenglan frowned: "This place is extraordinary, if it is known..."

Ling Jiang interrupted him: "Okay, no one will know about it, even the head manager told me."

Yin Chenglan didn't believe him, and with Lian Presse's temperament, it was absolutely impossible to reveal his tracks. The matter was of great importance, and he was very measured.

Ling Jiang filled up the tea he had finished drinking and handed it over: "Use everything to the extreme, attack its weakness, and naturally you can get what I want."

Yin Chenglan looked at him suspiciously.

Ling Jiang stretched his head over, scratched his lower eyelids, and said, "I cried in front of him, and he told me, look, my eyes are still swollen."

In just a short moment, Yin Chenglan considered all the possibilities to force Lian to speak according to the song, but he obviously didn't expect this reason, he was stunned for a moment, and then, the suspicion and suspicion welling up in his heart suddenly went out silently, outside There was snow all over the place, fighting and cheating, but there was only a softness in his heart, and he couldn't help asking in a warm voice: "Why are you crying?"

Ling Jiang lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "I miss you."

Yin Chenglan laughed: "Still poor."

Ling Jiang leaned in front of him, pinched a feather of his own from his leg, and handed it to him.

Yin Chenglan said: "It's not time to shed hair yet."

Ling Jiang replied in a calm manner: "I will never regret the feathers getting thinner, and the bird will be haggard because of you."

Knowing that he would be poor, but he did not expect him to be so poor, Yin Chenglan finally couldn't hold back, rolled his eyes, smiled, patted his head, and said: "You are not allowed to tamper with the poems of your ancestors."

Ling Jiang looked at the smile in the corner of his eyes quietly, tasting a trace of the loneliness of the cold world.

After waiting for a while, Ling Jiang said, "Let's go to northern Xinjiang and look for Han Xiangxiang."

Yin Chenglan's smile faded, and his brows and eyes were still soft. He added charcoal to the stove, and the warmth flushed his side face: "Since you're here, just stay here and stop thinking about it."

Ling Jiang pressed his hand: "You gave up without even trying? Are you really going to die with him?"

Yin Chenglan took out his hand, without looking at him, and gently shook the water in the teacup: "You don't understand."

"It's not that I don't understand, but you." Ling Jiang said: "For him, do you think it's worth it to lose your life, Nineteen, are you really willing?"

The word "willing" was like an awl, and it stabbed Yin Chenglan's heart unexpectedly. His heart, which was riddled with holes and had long been accustomed to pain, seemed to have been uncovered again, and the pain was severe. His breathing was stagnant.

Yin Chenglan pursed his lower lip, noticing that the poisonous blood in his body was about to move, he lowered his head, and soon, the tip of his tongue tasted the fishy sweetness in his throat.

Ling Jiang realized that he had said something wrong, and quickly wanted to correct it, but Yin Chenglan sneered, and when he raised his eyes again, they were as cold as ice.

"Do you know what it's like to be trapped in a wheelchair? It's a matter of life or death." Yin Chenglan said slowly.

He never seemed to care about his disability, and seemed to always be as indifferent and calm as before, but only Yin Chenglan knew that he was about to be driven crazy, how calm his face was, and how tormented his heart was, this kind of The feeling of being trapped in a square inch and being involuntary, this feeling of being crippled, weak and powerless, is like a tarsus, tormenting him day and night, and he is on the verge of becoming obsessed.

He is not willing to be reconciled, so what can he do, so many years of searching and so many disappointments have exhausted him long ago, until now, his bones and blood are filled with hatred, and only hatred is what supports him A hope with a straight spine.

As for 'willing', he has long since given up.

Ling Jiang looked at him nervously: "I just feel..."

"Get out." Yin Chenglan manipulated the wheelchair and turned his back, "I don't want to see you."

His back was cold and inhumane, Ling Jiang clenched his hands tightly on the table, the blood vessels stretched on the back of his hands were clearly visible, he breathed out several times before resisting the impulse in his heart, stood up, nothing happened Said and walked out.

At the end, I still remember to backhand to help him close the door.

Yin Chenglan looked deeply at the closed door and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

In winter, it gets dark very early, just after dusk, the outside has already darkened, the cold moonlight is flying like a waterfall, reflecting the snow, showing a lonely shadow of a person.

Ling Jiang didn't go anywhere else, just stood in front of Yin Chenglan's house, silently watching the heavy snow gradually falling in the yard, and the obliquely flying snowflakes blowing into the eaves, soon his shoulders were covered with accumulation Snow.

The ancient temple was quietly bathed in the moonlight, and the whole body was covered in silver and cold. The snow-capped valley was freezing cold, and apart from the rustling of the wind and snow, not even the chirping of insects could be heard.

Although he had magic spells close to him, Ling Jiang was still frozen stiff after standing for a long time, and his whole body was covered in icy scum when he moved.

In the room, Yin Chenglan looked at the window illuminated by snow, and there was a slanted figure on it, who had been standing there for a long time.

It's cold outside, the shadow hasn't moved for so long, must it be frozen?

Yin Chenglan thought to himself, that little bird would not be so stupid to freeze himself to death, he retracted his eyes to comfort himself, and wanted to close his eyes, but his eyelids opened again disobediently, staring straight at the bed curtain—— But he just arrived at the ancient temple today, and it was winter again, and he wanted a house but no house, a bird's nest but no bird's nest, and nowhere to go.

It's really cold outside.

Yin Chenglan couldn't help thinking, it seemed that an old monk kept chanting this sentence in his ear, when Yin Chenglan felt that his ears were about to grow calluses, he finally couldn't take it anymore, lifted the quilt, and sat down When he got up, the moment he got up, everything was quiet, only the weak breathing outside the house became the only sound in the three thousand worlds, gently knocking on the door of his heart in the silent snowy night.

Yin Chenglan sighed, pressed his temples, sat on the wheelchair, steered the wheels to the door, raised his hand, paused, and finally fell down.

The door of the room creaked open, and a gust of extremely cold wind blew in. Before Yin Chenglan could feel the cold wind, the door was closed immediately, and the person who came in suddenly kicked him on his wheelchair and pointed at himself. With a sudden pounce, his back was hugged tightly.

After embracing the person, Ling Jiang jumped up, and the movement was done in one go. In a blink of an eye, he pressed Yin Chenglan onto the bed, and then he fell down on himself.

"you--"

"It's so cold." Ling Jiang quickly touched Yin Chenglan's lapel, stuffed his cold hands into his arms, wrapped his feet tightly around his immobile legs, and finally buried his face on the side of Yin Chenglan's neck, confirming that he was from above. Heat sources were posted everywhere, Ling Jiang shivered all over and said, "I'm about to freeze to death."

Yin Chenglan felt that he was hugging a lump of ice, cold and wet, and pressed Ling Jiang's shoulder with his hand, just about to push him away, but when he heard this sentence, the movement of pushing him stopped somehow, and in the dark, he let Ling Jiang Jiang hugged for a while, feeling the person in his arms trembling uncontrollably from time to time, Yin Chenglan closed his eyes, and only then did his hands move.

Instead of pushing him away, he pulled the quilt aside, wrapped Ling Jiang up, and said, "Yes." His voice was hoarse.

Hearing this, Lingjiang smiled, and directly lifted off the thin unlined garment that she was wearing just now, and touched Yin Chenglan's muscular and tight chest.

The close contact of naked skin made Yin Chenglan stiff, gritted his teeth and said, "Take it out."

Lingjiang moved a little, and brushed his finger on the bulge of the torso unintentionally. He said solemnly and with reason: "This way I recover faster. I'm shy, I'm a man."

Yin Chenglan's hair was touched by him.

It was too close, and without using his hands, he could almost trace Lingjiang's body line against him - the young man had a thin waist and abdomen, slightly sunken crotch, and slender and powerful thighs. The flawless body carried Yin Chenglan's unattainable vitality.

He yearns for this kind of freshness, yet fears this kind of freshness, gets close to this kind of vitality, and yet rejects this kind of vitality. Yin Chenglan's complicated and tangled feelings linger in Yin Chenglan's heart, making him unable to tell whether the hand he is pressing on Lingjiang's back is for a moment. Want to push away, or want to hold tight.

Just when he was impatiently trying to evade the answer, suddenly, he felt something abnormal in his abdomen. Yin Chenglan's ten-year ascetic life made him unaware of what it was for a while, and just as he wanted to reach out and touch it, he felt something strange. I heard Ling Jiang say loudly without warning: "Didn't you find a fatal loophole in your plan?!"