Shen Qingxuan also carefully thought about it in his heart, this snake could bring him back to the world, and it would be difficult for him to walk, jump, and speak loudly like an ordinary person.

It's just that it's hard to say.

To put it more bluntly, he, Shen Qingxuan, poured a cup of hot tea on someone for no reason, and although he walked around the edge of life and death, he still came back to life. Although the price of surviving is to protect this snake from calamity - who made him prosperous and rich. Shen Qingxuan didn't disbelieve the other party's rhetoric, but he couldn't fully believe it either.

As of now, the transaction between one person and one snake is fairly fair.

He poured him a cup of hot tea, and he bit him, as it should be; he saved his life, and he protected him from the calamity, and it was a fair trade.

Just asking for a gift in return was a joke. But he also had to admit that he had some greedy thoughts and wanted to ask for more from this snake.

It is human nature to think about oneself first when encountering a situation. After all, Shen Qingxuan was a scholar, and when he wrote the words, although he could not restrain his expectations, he was also truly ashamed.

Unexpectedly, this demon was so straightforward, and without waiting for him to say it, he agreed to what he thought.

Shen Qingxuan lowered his head and remained motionless.

In front of him was black writing, the ink was still wet.

In the air flowing in the room, only Shen Qingxuan's breathing could be heard, and nothing else.

Shen Qingxuan was speechless, he didn't even dare to look at the black and white words on the case, he just lowered his head, his face turned green, white and red.

Although he is seven out of 20, due to his ill-fated fate, he has more thoughts and insights than ordinary people, but how can he be compared with the old demon snake who has cultivated for nearly a thousand years.

The snake demon Yimo disappeared from the beginning to the end. He didn't even make a sound during this meeting. He talked with him with ink pen, and he was like watching the fire.

Shen Qingxuan is just a small seed that has just sprouted, but he has already covered the sky.

The tea is already cold.

Shen Qingxuan finally raised his head, looked at the void in front of him and was silent for a long time before slowly starting to write, word by word and next to the correct handwriting: Thank you.

He could only write these two words at the moment, no amount of words could explain his mood, and one more word would be a burden.

Later, the wolf pen that was manipulated by others spontaneously entered the pen wash. Shen Qingxuan watched, knowing that this conversation was over and Yimo was leaving.

Sure enough, in the blink of an eye, the cool air in the house slowly faded away.

Shen Qingxuan sat alone for a while, before reaching out and picking up the scattered papers on the table, arranged them neatly one by one according to the order of their conversation, and combed them carefully before placing them on his lap, shaking the wooden wheel and moving them to the side of the bed. The pages were carefully put into the wooden box.

The apricot flowers in the courtyard are finished and they are defeated.

The buds of the peach blossoms emerged one by one, and in just two days, when the sun shone, they bloomed impatiently.

Shen Qingxuan sat back in the sunshine again, asked someone to push him, and smiled under the peach blossom tree.

The thick cloak on his body has been put away, only a cloak, and the padded jacket has also been removed, and he is wearing a crescent-colored robe.

The servants were still patrolling the garden nervously, not letting go of nooks and crannies, for fear that another snake would appear somewhere and make them tremble.

Shen Qingxuan didn't pay much attention to these, and only looked up at the gorgeous peach blossoms on the branches. Occasionally the breeze blew, and those thin petals fell sparsely and sprinkled on his face, and his smile became deeper.

After the peach blossoms finished blooming, the roses that climbed over the fence scrambled to form buds. It seemed that Shen Qingxuan was deeply afraid of failing this spring. Shen Qingxuan still asked people to push a wooden wheelchair to sit beside Rose.

His request made the little servant scream: "Master, this is impossible, it is impossible!"

The flowers were growing on the fence, and the leaves were dense, like an airtight green wall, and God knows what the hell might be hiding in it.

But he was just a servant, but he couldn't help the master. Seeing that the persuasion was ineffective, he hurriedly took some realgar powder and sprinkled it around Shen Qingxuan to repel insects and snakes. , do it badly.

Shen Qingxuan's days are slowly passing away in this changing flowering period.

Xu is what kind of magic Yimo did to clean up the snake venom for him before.

However, he is still weak, and after staying in the hospital for a long time, he is mentally exhausted.

The servant who served him since childhood developed a pair of sharp eyes, whenever Shen Qingxuan showed a little tiredness, he would push him back to the house and serve ginseng tea.

After a while, Yimo will appear again.

As usual, he remained invisible, did not say a word, and wrote and talked with him on paper.

Occasionally Shen Qingxuan would prepare a table of wine and food and place it in the house. At this time, he showed the meaning of invitation, and Yimo would come as promised.

Although it was never agreed earlier, it never went wrong.

It's just that Shen Qingxuan has never seen his face, and he still doesn't know what this taciturn and indifferent snake demon looks like.

Sometimes there is no malicious guess, whether the face is ugly, so he refuses to show it.

Every time this idea came up, he was smothered by himself. Yimo was a snake and a demon. Even if he is extremely ugly, he can easily make a good appearance.

After bathing that night, Shen Qingxuan put out the pen and paper and sat at the table waiting.

As time went on, he also found out some of Yimo's rules. He went to the hot springs on the top of the mountain every half a month. After coming down from the hot springs and passing through other courtyards, Yimo would stop by and sit for a while - although Shen Qingxuan never knew it. , did he sit and exchange pen and ink with him.

Everything is his conjecture.

Tonight is another day when the snake demon goes to the hot spring, and Shen Qingxuan is waiting.

While waiting, Shen Qingxuan picked up books to read. Recently, everyone in the villa has known that his young master's temperament has changed drastically, and his preferences have changed drastically. Night talk in mountain villages, strange talk, nonsense talk, etc., are full of stories of foxes, fairy flowers, ghosts, snakes, worms, tigers and wolves turning into adults, and even those mysterious and mysterious legends circulating in the market are also found together and read every day.

Confused.

Although Shen Qingxuan disapproved of the stories in those books, he felt that the writing on the market was vulgar but interesting, so he read it all the way.

When Yimo arrived, Shen Qingxuan was holding the book and covering his face with a silent smile. He was laughing at a limerick in the book, which was so vulgar that it made people laugh.

Smell the familiar breath, Shen Qingxuan put down the book just now, picked up the pen and said: You are here.

Next to the three words, a word quickly fell: Yes.

Shen Qingxuan wrote again: Recently read some books in a mess.

Imo wrote: know.

Shen Qingxuan thought for a while and wrote: The things described in the book are true or false.

Yimo replied: Half-truth.

Shen Qingxuan was stunned for a moment, and quickly wrote: Sure enough.

Suddenly, with a slight smile, Shen Qingxuan continued to write in a teasing manner: There are good and evil spirits in the book, don't know if Mr. Yi is good or evil?

After he finished writing, he felt abrupt. Although the two gradually became familiar with each other, they were only skins. He had never even met this snake demon since acquaintance.

The two get along, although the handwriting exchanges are quite frequent, but they are also superficial conversations.

Shen Qingxuan was uneasy in his heart, knowing that the question was abrupt and excessive, if Yimo turned his face and left here, he would have nothing to say.

This snake demon saves him and promises him. He actually asked people, are you good or evil?

Not confused!

Shen Qingxuan thought that he might disappear, and he couldn't tell what it was like for a while.

In this lonely mountain in the middle of the night, the atmosphere of the bright hut, the rustling of paper, the fragrance of ink, the silent intertwining of cups and the conversation with shallow handwriting, or because of his absurd question, has since disappeared.

Is actually reluctant.

Shen Qingxuan froze there, staring at the front where there was no shadow, and did not move.

It seemed like a long time, but it was actually a very short time, but when he saw the ink pen hanging in the air again, he slowly wrote next to his clear and concise small script: What is the difference between good and evil? Paused, and clicked another small question mark.

Shen Qingxuan's discolored face instantly regained its blood, and he was glad that he didn't annoy him.

Just looking at the ink marks, frowned quickly. He called these understated eight words, and asked speechlessly.

After thinking for a moment, Shen Qingxuan wrote: I don't know, how do you tell the difference?

The nib hesitated for a moment, then slowly fell again, this time there were only six words, writing: Treat me well, be kind.

Shen Qingxuan looked at those six words, unable to return to his senses for a long time.

After a long silence, Shen Qingxuan started writing and wrote:

If you treat me badly, deceive me, and harm me first, and then change your mind, pity me, and love me, what will happen?

Yimo quickly added beside his handwriting:

Bully her, hurt her, pity her, love her again.

Shen Qingxuan bit his lip, and then wrote the words "Jiazhen must report" next to the line of words, raised his eyebrows and looked at the blank space beside him with a half-smile.

This time, the paper and pen conversation took longer than before. Shen Qingxuan was in a bad mood, but he was reluctant to give up. He held on until midnight, before he put away the pen and paper, and fell into a dream with his head on the pillow. .

After drinking some ginseng soup and recovering his energy, he returned to being the young master Shen who was spending time in the sun. His eyes were quietly looking at the fiery red pomegranate flowers not far away, but he was not calmly imagining that at this time of the coming year, he could be with the "kind" snake demon who was kind to him, under the red pomegranate flowers on the trees. , enjoy the wine.

Just one more year.

There is still a year before Yimo's catastrophe.

- Being good with me is good.

how simple.

Shen Qingxuan rolled up the corners of his lips, and the smile on his face was pure and pure, as warm as the spring breeze.