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Chapter 72 Volume Three Seven
Liu Yan likes Yimo. If you ask him specifically what he likes, he can't come back. After racking his brains for a long time, he can only answer one: Beautiful!
Of course, if he can put his likes out in an orderly manner, he is not a fool. Imo wouldn't be so annoyed.
Originally, in the first life, the skinny Shen Qingxuan had already overtaken him; in the second life, he was rich, rich, and sophisticated, and he could barely make do with a thousand-year-old demon, but in the end, he refused! I would rather die than let go of everything and go with him; in the third life, I am willing to do everything, but it is a dementia.
Yimo should be sullen.
But he is not such a mundane demon, so it is not these things that make him angry, but in front of a fool, he also looks like a fool.
For example, this night, Liu Yan was sitting in the tub and playing with water, Yimo cleaned him, and in the middle of the wash, Yimo said, "Fool."
The fool turned his head and said, "Huh?"
Emer said, "You've gained weight again."
When Liu Yan heard this, he looked down at himself, and sure enough, in the clear water, the white and soft flesh appeared whiter, softer, and fatter. Seeing the facts in front of him, Liu Yan raised his face timidly and asked, "Does Yimo not like Fatty?"
Yimo looked at his face and suddenly shouted, "Shen Qingxuan."
Liu delayed for a moment, and quickly responded, "I'm here."
Yimo blinked and said, "Liu Yan."
Liu Yan didn't know what he meant, but hesitated again, and said, "I'm here." She couldn't see the teasing of the person in front of her.
Yimo shouted again, "Ji Jiu."
I thought Liu Yan would respond, and then took the opportunity to tease how he would react when he had never been so fat in two lifetimes. As a result, Liu Yan pursed his mouth when he heard the sound, but shrank back, as if afraid, and said, "It's not Ji Jiu, the red mole is gone, I'm not Ji Jiu."
Yimo was stunned when he heard the sound, and asked why, Liu Yan replied, "Ji Jiu is not good, I'm not Ji Jiu."
Yimo felt a little unhappy at the moment, but he didn't show it. He just asked, "Why is he bad?" He didn't realize how ridiculous it was that he was teasing a fool and didn't make him angry. .
Liu Yan said, "He doesn't treat you well." After thinking about it, he said, "You go to him, but he hates you, that's not good."
He said it for granted, but he didn't know that Yimo never said that when he first found Ji Jiu, what happened between the two of them.
Liu Yan didn't know, but Yimo knew it. He sighed secretly, but didn't bother to explain to the fool.
The water gradually cooled down, and Liu Yan was wiped clean, like a little bun that just came out of the cage. Yimo put on his clothes and put everything away before closing the door and entering the inner compartment.
When they got to the couch, Yimo said to the little bun in the quilt, "Ji Jiu is also doing well."
He spoke very lightly, as if he was just speaking to himself, and had nothing to do with Liu Yan.
He always said what he said, so Liu Yan naturally believed him, but he couldn't change the concept in his mind for a while-because fools were stubborn, but after struggling in their hearts, they obeyed.
Liu Yan said: "Then you call me Ji Jiu, and I will answer you too."
Yimo gave a "chi" and said, "Apart from eating and sleeping, in your life, which one is better than the previous two lives?"
Liu Yan was neither in a hurry nor annoyed, and replied to him quite reassuringly: "Then you like me too." His voice was sonorous.
Yimo was about to say "Who likes you", but suddenly thought that once he said this, he would not be able to stop all night, so he closed his mouth and lay down a little annoyed and a little unwilling. As soon as the back of his head touched the pillow, Yimo knew immediately that the one who was blocked by the fool and couldn't even refute was the real fool.
Just as he was about to show something, Yimo suddenly pursed his lips and sat up from the couch. Liu Yan always fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow, but when he got up like this, Liu Yan's drowsiness slipped away.
Liu Yan sat up and asked, "What's wrong?"
Yimo said: "It's okay, the old friend is visiting." As he was about to leave, Liu Yan tugged at his sleeve, and the deep concern in his eyes couldn't be removed. Even a fool knows that Yimo, who has never been in contact with people in these years, has something to do.
Seeing his expression, Yimo paused for a while, then bent over again, kissed Liu Yan's face, said nothing, opened the door and left.
Outside the courtyard gate, stood Xu Mingshi. As soon as he walked to the door, before he could reach out and knock on the knocker, the wooden door opened silently.
Xu Mingshi was also not surprised. He stepped into the small courtyard with his legs and looked up to meet Yimo's eyes, which were quietly lit in the night.
One of them is still unparalleled in elegance, and the appearance has not changed; the other has already white hair and white wrinkles.
It really is an old friend.
When the old people meet, it is natural to get straight to the point, and there is no need for that complicated set of twists and turns. The politeness of mortals is not suitable for them. So when Yimo asked what was going on, Xu Mingshi replied to ask him for help.
Yimo was silent for a moment, then said, "I can't go away."
"I informed Shen Jue, and he will rush back to pick up your hand tomorrow." Xu Mingshi said, "You have to do this."
Yimo nodded, actually knowing that this person came in a hurry, and it was indeed a big trouble to come. He is a monster who doesn't like trouble, but he was dragged into the world by Shen Qingxuan for thirteen years. After he left, even the Shen family's end has been helped, how could he not help this thirteen years, who has often been a guest Little Taoist. Even Shen Jue, who had a deep hatred with him, couldn't figure out what to do with this Taoist priest who often came to his home.
All mortals recite one-sided love. Although they are demons, they also recite thirteen years of love.
Looking back at the door that was covered with a slit, Yimo said, "Let's go later, you can wait." Then he returned to the room.
Liu Yan was waiting for him on the couch, and when he came, he didn't know what to say. Although he was stupid, he didn't even have a sense of crisis. When his old friend came, he was afraid that Yimo would leave.
But Yimo really wants to leave.
Yimo said: "Shen Jue will come back tomorrow and he will take care of you. I will go out for a month, or half a year. You wait for me at home."
Liu Yan opened his eyes wide, looking at him stupidly as if he didn't understand.
Yimo asked again, "Did you hear that?"
Liu Yan was stunned for a while before he murmured: "But... I have never been separated from you." After speaking, he didn't know why, his heart was sour, and his eyes were red.
- I have never been separated from you.
A fool's words shouldn't care. But Yimo felt really sad too.
As for Liu Yan, they have never been separated. For him, they had been separated many times, and each time for a long, long time.
This time, it will only be half a year at most.
Emer said, "What's there to cry about? Just wait for me at home."
The fool looked at him, and after a long time he asked again, "Will you come back well?"
Yimo pulled his lips and said, "Nothing can hurt me yet."
He said this, Liu Yan no longer worried, in his eyes, this person is omnipotent, and nothing can hurt him. It can be seen that although he is stupid, he has a pair of vicious eyes just like the previous two lives.
It is precisely because he is stupid that he does not know that besides Yimo himself, he is the one who can hurt Yimo.
Yimo bent over, kissed his forehead and said, "Be well at home, listen to Shen Jue's words, and wait for me to come back."
There were tears in Liu Yan's big eyes. Although he was reluctant to give up, he didn't bother, nodded and said, "I'm good, I'll wait for you at home..."
I'll wait for you at home.
Yimo couldn't help but smile for this sentence, and then left.
Liu Yan hugged the quilt and slept without touching the pillow for the first time in the world. Instead, he opened his eyes and stared blankly at the re-closed door. Immo is gone.
When Shen Jue came, he saw Baba staring at the door, with tears on his face Liu Yan. Silently sighing, Shen Jue knew that she had a heavy responsibility, and if she lost a hair, her father would kick her.
After walking over and coaxing and persuading, Liu Yan went down to the ground, but he didn't want his help. He put on his robe, washed and sat at the table to eat quietly.
After eating, went back to bed. Wake up at night, simply wash up again, eat dinner again, and then go to sleep.
The next day, it was business as usual.
On the third night, Shen Jue boiled hot water and carried the tub into the room. Liu Yan didn't want him to help, so she closed the door and washed herself silently.
Without Yimo, he seemed to grow up overnight. The fool who couldn't even eat well in Shen Jue's memory was now able to take care of himself very well.
Except for braids.
He was always not good at tying. In the past, these things were done by Yimo, and the robes could still be seen and learned how to wear them, but the hair was stumped for him. After several unsuccessful attempts, Liu Yan threw the wooden comb, pulled a piece of plain cloth from his robe, and tied himself loosely.
During dinner, Shen Jue saw the plain cloth and said, "The white is Dai Xiao."
Liu Yan tore the cloth on the spot, and even tore off a strand of hair.
Shen Jue's eyelids jumped, and he vaguely saw the shadow of his father's cruelty from him. It has been a month, Liu Yan has not said a word, neither noisy nor noisy, quietly guarding the house.
When Shen Jue left the mountain, he knew that he was struggling to speak, and he had never heard him spit out a complete sentence fluently, so he didn't take it to heart.
A month later, Shen Jue saw that he ate well and slept enough every day, but slowly lost weight at a speed invisible to the naked eye, and knew that it would not go on like this.
Regardless of how Liu Yan resisted, he took him down the mountain and went to play in the town under the mountain.
Liu Yan didn't cooperate along the way. As long as Shen Jue didn't pay attention, he turned around and ran back, desperately trying to get back to the mountain—he promised Yimo to wait for him at home.
Shen Jue grabbed him a few times, and finally thought about it and said, "He's fine, but he won't be back for a while. If you're not happy, just lose weight like this, and he won't be happy when he comes back."
In fact, it's not really a big deal, but some Taoists and monks are too violent when they subdue demons and subdue demons, and they kill them all regardless of whether they are good or bad. Finally annoyed the demons.
Since ancient times, the demons have not separated from their families, and in fact there are still gaps, but this time they have gathered together to seek revenge. The stakes are very important, Xu Mingshi was afraid that innocent mortals would also be bloodbathed, so he invited Yimo to go, whether to reconcile or kill. Defenders, they have nothing to do with him.
Xu Mingshi knew his own way of doing things, and he could handle an opponent while walking in the world. But Yimo is different, he is a demon who wants to become an immortal, and neither side has his opponent.
At his age, he has already seen through the rules of this world.
Only those with hard fists have the right to speak.
Liu Yan listened to his words, waited for a long time, and nodded. He himself knew that he had lost a lot of weight recently, and he was no longer the fat man Yimo said in the bathtub.
Seeing that he agreed, Shen Jue quickly pulled him and took him to play in the prosperous part of the city. Liu Yan followed Yimo and went down the mountain, but because Yimo was looking for that soul and soul, even if he encountered a lively situation, he would turn around and leave, never taking him to play. Now Liu Yan has opened his eyes, only to know that there are many interesting things in the world, those who play monkeys, play big drums, write books, set up a stage to sing operas, and perform fire-breathing, chest-shattering boulders... ..., his eyes rolled back and forth, and at the end of the day, the eyeballs were so tired that they hurt.
The next day, he got up at the inn. After washing and having breakfast, Shen Jue took him to play again. When he was tired, he rested in the teahouse, drank tea, and ate snacks. Day after day, two months passed. Although Liu Yan was no longer thin, he did not gain weight again. After all, he still misses Yimo.
Once there is concern in people's hearts, they are fools, and they will also taste the pain of lovesickness.
Liu Yan was on a strange bed at night, counting the days with his fingers. He lived in the mountains for a month, and went down the mountain to play for two months and seven days. Many times, it was only after dawn that counted out that Yimo had been gone for more than three months, a total of ninety-nine days. Imo has not returned.
Holding the quilt, Liu Yan couldn't help but wanted to cry again. He misses him, thinking hard.
On the hundredth day, Liu Yan refused to play any more and insisted on going back to the mountain. Shen Jue persuaded several times to no avail, so that's all, no more persuasion. He knew some things, and it was useless to discourage.
In the past few years alone, Shen Jue would feel tired when she walked. Thinking that Yimo had been looking for her for so many years, she didn't know how she persevered. Shen Jue felt that if he was himself, he would definitely not be able to hold on.
Compared to Shen Qingxuan's three lives, Shen Jue knew that he was a pampered child. haven't suffered much since was a child. First, Shen Qingxuan protected him. Shen Qingxuan was gone. It was Yimo who protected him until today.
It can be said that there are almost no setbacks, and there is no spirit of hard work.
Shen Jue admitted that he liked the emperor, but it was hard to say how much he liked it. At least Shen Jue knew that she didn't like it yet, and she could find it alone for hundreds of years.
When walking alone on the road, Shen Jue will be homesick and miss her very much. Maybe it was because he suddenly lost his parents when he was a baby. Although he had no memory, he had a keen instinctive awareness, so after being adopted by Shen Qingxuan, he fell in love with his family.
Love dad, love dad. homesick.
However, the home has changed, and Shen Jue is afraid to come back again. Afraid to see the sad Yimo, and also afraid to see that there is no more graceful father.
Silently thinking about her thoughts along the way, Shen Jue walked behind, but Liu Yan walked in front of him because she was impatient. He was stupid, and when he went out of the city gate, he remembered the way back to the mountain clearly, but in the city, he didn't know the way at all.
Just one mile out of the city gate, they heard the sound of gongs and drums coming from a distance, and someone played a particularly festive tune, which was transmitted to their ears through the air.
Liu Yan stayed in the city for two months, and saw a lot of fun things, but he had never heard such a happy music, and suddenly stopped and asked Shen Jue, "What is that?"
Shen Jue knew what it was as soon as he heard it, and returned, "Someone got married."
"Marry?" Liu Yan asked in confusion: "What is that? To eat or to play?"
Shen Jue laughed, and had no choice but to pull him to the front, explaining to him what marriage was as he walked—that is, a man and a woman, worship the heaven and earth and the high hall, and go home to live.
Shen Jue explained the process of getting married in detail, and then added his own annotations: after getting married, two people cannot be separated, they must be together forever, old, dead, and buried in the same tomb.
While listening, Liu Yan also stared straight at the welcoming team that gradually walked in on the Loess Avenue.
The groom, who was headed by him, was very naive, riding a tall horse, followed by a drum band, followed by a big red sedan chair, decorated with colorful hydrangea.
Shen Jue said, "Let's go, there's something to see." Then he left.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, Liu Yan threw off his hand suddenly and rushed towards the sedan chair like a cannonball.
The wedding reception team suddenly messed up, and no one expected to kill such a person halfway through, as if to grab a relative, and went straight to the bride's sedan chair.
After Liu Yan got past the two sedan chairmen and waved the sedan curtain, the women on both sides reacted, screaming in surprise and trying to stop him.
But there is no way to stop Liu Yan at this time.
Liu Yan saw the veiled bride in the sedan chair, sitting dignifiedly in a big red dress. She seemed frightened and didn't dare to move.
Liu Yan pulled her red hijab.
At this time, someone who has already reacted, waving the drum instrument in his hand is about to beat him. Shen Jue rushed over, grabbed Liu Yan's shoulder, and with a flick of his hand, he carried him on his back, and ran like crazy.
After two or three times, it disappeared.
There was only one bridal party that didn't react, and the bride who lost her hijab.
Because Shen Jueben was too crazy, Liu Yan closed his eyes and only felt the wind whistling on both sides of his ears. Shen Jue just carried him like this and ran all the way back to the mountain.
When he got home and put Liu Yan down on his back, Shen Jue found that Liu Yan's face was pale, and he regretted that he ran too fast.
On one side of his face, he saw that Liu Yan was holding a red hijab tightly in his hand. Because he was holding it so tightly all the way, his fingers were all white.
Shen Jue looked at his face thoughtfully, and then looked at the red hijab in his hands. After going back and forth a few times, he understood.
Because understood, couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
Shen Jue sighed: You really are my father.
Three lives and three lives, obsessed with no comprehension, obsessed with no regrets.
The sunlight was clear, and there was a wooden chair in the yard. Liu Yan was sitting on the chair, taking a nap with his eyes closed. His demeanor was quiet, and the outline was in the golden light, showing a kind of softness.
Yimo stepped into the small courtyard, and when he saw him, he couldn't help but paused for breath.
It was as if he had returned to a small courtyard in the mountains more than two hundred years ago, and he saw Shen Qingxuan sleeping under the sun basking in the sun.
Walking over step by step, Yimo clearly heard his heart beat faster.
Liu Yan seemed to have sensed it too, stared fascinatedly, and opened his eyes. When saw him, was stunned.
For nearly half a year, the pain of thinking day and night, this person appeared in front of him, Liu Yan pinched himself when he stood up, and the pain woke him up.
Liu Yan took a step forward and pressed against Yimo's chest, then stared into his eyes and whispered, "Yimo, I want to marry you."
——Emo, I want to marry you.
Three lives and three lives, obsessed with no regrets, obsessive and unenlightened.
Seeing that Yimo didn't respond, Liu Yan slightly raised the volume and repeated: "I want to marry you."