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Chapter 76 The Seventh Lamp (2)
Chapter 76 The Seventh Lamp (2)
The night banquet of the demons, naturally, came about as it was noisy.
On the first day of the twelfth lunar month, it just happened that snow fell. At first, it was like a grain of salt, sprinkled on the ancient city of Huaizhou for a thousand years. As the night fell, it slowly grew larger, and the clumps of goose feathers condensed. , hitting a person with a heavy weight.
The Central Plains area has been heavily farming since ancient times, and the ancestors have handed down the habit of slicing food in the soil. Therefore, every year in the middle of winter, the things inherited in the blood can't help but relax. Build a fire and warm a pot of wine, and you can drink the same thing as the next year's chūn day.
After midnight, the painted skin was about to be peeled off. The demons and ghosts drank too much soup, and all of them showed their prototypes, making a place brightly lit. A little demon was so drunk that he jumped into the moat and turned It became a huge golden carp, and the light was so dazzling that the surroundings were like daytime, and half of Huaizhou City was disturbed.
The people put on their clothes and rushed to the streets to see the rare sights. Many little demons seemed to be crazy, and they performed various techniques more and more lively.
The lights in the city are bright, and there are various colored lights and fireworks in the sky. Flower demons have planted seeds on both sides of the main road in the city. Those plants sprout, break the ground, and grow quickly, turning into vines that climb the ancient courtyard wall, and grow out of them. The scorching flowers came, echoing the goose feather-like snow, causing bursts of exclamations of admiration.
Yuemo was a little monster turned into a bird, flew up the high city wall, and sang a song that made the whole city quiet down. Standing on the toes on the huge bluestone, accompanied by lanterns all over the city, makes people suddenly have the illusion of listening to the sound of prosperous times.
Zhao Rong raised the wine cup and drank it all at once. His eyes were extremely hazy under the heavy snow. He sighed as if in a whisper: "After a thousand years of separation, the demons will definitely be of non-my race. It's like a holiday, but you're going to panic and grab a gun and a sword?"
Shi Wuyuan, who was not far away, turned his head to look at him, his eyes were no longer clear, and he didn't know how much he had drunk that night.
The two were silent for a long time, as if they were still immersed in the singing of the kingfisher little demon.
After a while, Zhao Rong slapped the table and said, "Change the sea bowl! Today, Liu Ye and I are not drunk forever!"
Shi Wuyuan casually threw the small wine cup aside and said in a low voice, "It must be accompanied to the end."
Shi Wuyuan was only put back when the sky turned white. He didn't lift his head when he walked, as if he was calm. It was estimated that only those who could see his face would know that he was so drunk that he looked in the mirror. I can't even recognize myself.
Leaving aside the cups and plates, he returned to his small courtyard, and it took a lot of effort to open the door. There was a fire dragon in the house, and a hot air rushed towards him. Shi Wuyuan stood at the door. After a while, he seemed to think carefully, and then sat down at the door, leaning against the door frame, staring at the small yard covered with snow in a daze.
Bai Li was disturbed by the bottle of Li hate water, and he was holding the small bottle in a daze. Hearing the movement over there, he hesitated for a moment, then put the small bottle in his arms and pushed the door open. went out.
Shi Wuyuan's eyes were almost unable to open, his neck seemed to have no strength to support his thoughtful head, and he leaned lazily to one side, until Bai Li sighed and helped him up, he realized it later. To show a smile.
"I'm a little drunk, it's hot in the room, sit outside for a while." Shi Wuyuan explained in a low voice, as if he was very awake - but Bai Li always felt that his legs were dragging on the ground.
After a while, Shi Wuyuan asked, "Little Ion?"
Bai Li: "Yeah."
Shi Wuyuan made an "oh", frowned, and thought about it as if he was racking his brains, and said, "Go slowly, let me think about it first."
Bai Li stopped and asked, "What do you want?"
"I think about which leg to take first."
The corners of Bai Li's eyes twitched for a while, looking at his pretentious appearance as if he was facing a great enemy, then he leaned down, grabbed his knees, and picked him up.
"Think of a fart." Bai Li said, "Drunk."
Shi Wuyuan honestly didn't move, just opened his eyes and stared straight at a certain place in the void, as if there was a world that others couldn't see - maybe he could really see another world .
Bai Li gently placed it on his bed, dragged a pillow behind him, and said, "Lie down and bring you sober soup."
Shi Wuyuan was startled by his voice, raised his dark eyes to look at him, Bai Li was so stunned that his eyes were uncomfortable, and he ran out of the room in a hurry.
The heavy snow was still falling, but there seemed to be a fire in his heart - as long as he thought of Zhao Rong's words, the fire in his chest would burn with excitement.
It was a mark branded on the soul.
He will be yours forever and ever—
However, Shi Wuyuan's eyes flashed across his heart, like a basin of cold water poured down, so that Bai Li almost fought a cold war.
He had sworn that he would no longer beg, and would no longer fight with him in painstaking, life-threatening calculations for each other.
if……
Bai Li subconsciously touched his sleeve, but he felt empty. He stopped for a while, and after a while, his face suddenly turned pale, and he turned sharply and swept back.
Then he saw a familiar small bottle in Shi Wuyuan's hand.
Shi Wuyuan didn't know when he lit the lamp, and he was lying on the table as if he couldn't sit still. He carefully looked at the small bottle through the slightly dim light, and the light like beans reflected in his eyes. , as if there is a small fire inside, and the eyes are full of brilliance.
Bai Li stopped at the door, his whole body seemed to be frozen.
"...This is Li Hate Water?" Shi Wuyuan asked in a low voice as if talking to himself.
An indescribable despair suddenly rose in Bai Xin's heart. He opened his mouth, but his voice was unexpectedly hoarse: "Yes... I..."
Then Shi Wuyuan pulled a tea bowl from the table, frowned, as if he was carefully studying the contents of the small bottle, then poured the whole bottle of Lihen water into the tea bowl, leaned over and smelled it , dipped a little more with the tip of his finger, twisted it gently, and then took it up and drank it while Bai Li was stunned.
Bai Li lost his voice: "No reason, you..."
Shi Wuyuan frowned and said, "Bah, why is it salty? The more you drink, the more thirsty you get."
Bai Li: "..."
I saw Shi Wuyuan staggered and stood up holding on to the table, picked up the teapot on the table rather unsteadily, and poured it into the tea bowl, only to find that it was empty.
"I want to drink water, why don't you even have water in your room?" He said to Bai Li as if he had suffered a huge grievance.
Bai Li just stood there stupidly.
Shi Wuyuan took a step forward, and suddenly fell headfirst, and the teapot in his hand suddenly fell to the ground, shattered and safe.
Bai Li hurriedly stretched out his arms and embraced him before he fell to the ground. At this time, he saw that there seemed to be a pattern on Shi Wuyuan's neck climbing up. On the warm chest, Shi Wuyuan started from his heart, and a tree-like pattern was spreading on his skin.
Germinated from his heart, slowly climbed up his neck, drilled out, and wrapped around Bai Li's wrist.
Bai Li stared blankly at the vine-like thing, only felt a pain in his wrist, and found that it had pierced his wrist, and a drop of blood poured out, quickly seeping into the vine connecting the two people, a The dazzling light that made people unable to open their eyes lit up, Bai Li flickered in front of him, and involuntarily turned his head away.
Then a strange feeling of sadness and joy arose in his heart, and he couldn't help but tighten his hand holding Shi Wuji, and the sudden soreness filled his chest.
I don't know how long it took before the white light faded, Bai Li opened his eyes, and found Shi Wuyuan's chest and his wrist, each with a small tattoo-like mark, like a drop of water... or a tear.
Sudden fatigue surged in his heart, as if he couldn't help falling asleep, he encouraged him to stand up, put Shi Wuyuan on the bed, and then lay on the side, quickly losing consciousness.
Shi Wuyuan felt that in the dark, something kept pulling him down, but his own wrist was firmly held in the palm of his hand, but when he went to grope, he couldn't touch anything - as if That hand was just an imaginary of his imagination.
However, he was very calm, and the alcohol was still in his body. They quietly burned his blood, but he was not sad, because the temperature was just enough to neutralize his blood that was too cold.
Wine can be courageous.
The counselor Shi Wuyuan thought in the darkness, if he was awake, he would not have dared to drink that bottle of hate water after thinking about it for a long time.
Then there was a faint light flickering in front of his eyes - he raised his head and saw the sky full of stars, all of them were extremely low, as if they were pressed down on the ground, and in front of him was an ocean that could not be seen at a glance. But it meticulously reflects the stars in the sky.
He himself is on a small island, and there is a tree on the island. He seems to have seen this tree a long time ago, but he can't remember it.
For some reason, Shi Wuyuan just knew that this day is the day of infatuation, and this water is the sea of hatred.
He sat down under the tree, looked up at the tracks of the stars, and had a rare moment of peace in his heart. He didn't try to peek out any tracks from it, and he didn't have the guts to figure out anything. He just looked at the stars seriously like a child.Reminds me of a little tune that have long forgotten to hear from somewhere—
The moon in the Jiaojiao River, the towering immortal hall.Go, go, go, go, come and go at the age of seven.Acacia suddenly dawns and twilights, destroying the chaotic river Han.Participating in business and not sharing, looking at the thousand-year-old cold...
Can you rest assured this time?Shi Wuyuan stretched his back and leaned against the big tree, remembering how Bai Li was terrified, and showed a smile—like when he was naughty when he was a child, he secretly lay on the window and looked at his master bàoA smirk like when you dance like thunder.
...It's been a long time.
It's almost over, he said to himself.