As long as every sentence is taken seriously, you will not miss a careful sentence of seriousness hidden behind ninety-nine jokes.

"Silly."

Qiu Bodeng turned his head to look at him, cursing in a very light tone.

Shi Wuluo looked at his fingertips, which were illuminated by the bonfire, and replied with a soft "um".

Just make him happy.

There's nothing wrong with being stupid.

Qiu Bodeng stopped laughing, leaned against the lattice of the car window, and looked at the sparks fluttering in the wind. His right hand was placed horizontally on the car window, and his left hand was hanging lazily beside the carriage, but he did not pick up the bamboo stick that was handed over. The bonfire was warm yellow, orange and red, and it was as sweet as a swipe of rouge on his plain cheeks.

"The stick is greasy."

He said briskly.

There was actually no grease on the bamboo stick, but when he said so, Shi Wuluo pulled out a handkerchief.

"...I don't have a handkerchief myself?" Qiu Bodeng was both angry and funny.

Shi Wu Luo was stunned.

"What are you doing?" Qiu Bodeng spat softly, "Come closer."

Shi Wu Luo came to his senses, sat close to the carriage, crossed the bamboo sticks diagonally, and handed the meat slices to Qiu Bo Dengkou. Qiu Bodeng lowered his head slightly, biting on the golden flesh thinly, the grease thinly stained on his white teeth, and the lips that had been covered with red paper pursed together like a rose. The wagyu bird and silver hairpin on the side of the temple swayed slightly, the tassels slanted, and the light and shadow penetrated the back of Shi Wuluo's hand.

The firewood burned with a fine crackling sound.

Dark red sparks kept bursting on the bonfire, swept up by the wind, and rolled towards the dark sky. People walking in the desert are scattered around the campfire, the men are drinking spirits, the women are holding porridge wrists, and the children are laughing or making trouble.

Mars is out.

"All right."

Qiu Bodeng took Shi Wuluo's hand, took a mouthful of clear spring, rinsed, and lowered the curtain of the car.

"I'm going to sleep."

Shi Wuluo poured the remaining spring from the wine cup on the firewood and darkened the roaring bonfire. He put away the wine cup and looked down at the red on the back of his hand near the tiger's mouth.

Just when Qiu Bodeng bit off the last piece of barbecue, the red paper on his lips rubbed the back of his hand.

far away.

The storyteller finished his last story and put down his lyre.

Many people who have traveled for a day have also filled their stomachs. The women took their children's hands and got into the carriages to rest. The men stood by the carriages to watch the night. Even homeless people who are so poor that they can't even afford a horse-drawn carriage will have wood, hemp rope and wheels to make a simple scooter for their women and children to sleep in.

A car is a small home.

Shi Wuluo's fingertips lightly pressed against the blush on the back of his hand.

He leaned against the carriage, guarding his world.

The people in the carriage knocked on the wooden boards, either lightly or hard.

Shi Wuluo got up and opened the curtain.

The carriage looks simple and simple from the outside, but inside it is unique. If Zuo Yuesheng sees it, he will definitely be suffocated by heartache. The bright candle burns the wick of Mihu, the warm candle is the smoke and rain wood from Xizhou, and the Jinqu uses the cold silk from Beixuancheng. An invaluable treasure.

——If this is also called "boat and car", there is no more luxurious boat and car than this.

Even the most extravagant family can't do such a tyrannical thing.

The candlelight is not dazzling, and the interior of the carriage is illuminated luxuriously and misty.

Through the Bo Shi bead strings that act as a partition, it is vaguely visible that the "eldest lady" in the red skirt is sitting on the warm squat, and the snow dress with silk buttons on the front is loose, revealing a single shoulder bone. The silver hairpin was pulled out and threw it on the thick blanket at will, with the clouds on the temples half scattered, and the long jet-black hair curled over the plain white shoulders.

"Can't get it out."

Qiu Bodeng put down his hand and stopped trying in vain to remove the complicated bun.

Shi Wuluo smiled silently, lifted the curtain, and also entered the carriage.

Qiu Bodeng bowed his head slightly and let Shi Wuluo untie his messed up bun. Because the woman's bun is complicated, Shi Wuluo's fingers will rub his scalp from time to time when he is untying his hair. Shi Wuluo's body temperature has always been a little low, and his fingers are slightly cold, which is especially obvious when they touch the scalp.

"All right."

Shi Wuluo scattered the last strands, and habitually combed the somewhat messy hair for him, and brushed it back together.

His hand suddenly paused.

Because of Qiu Bodeng's tossing just now, a few strands of hair were scattered on his shoulders and caught on the buttons of his clothes. With a push from him, the loose upper skirt slipped down, revealing most of the clear skin.

"What about the head of the ten witches, does it really have to be by the fire to keep vigil?"

Qiu Bodeng only took off his hair bun, and the snow clothes were still unresolved, and the two malachite stones around his ears swayed gently in the candlelight. He raised his eyes and smiled.

Shi Wu Luo leaned over and embraced him.

Chapter 89

Qiu Bodeng raised his head slightly.

Ya Qing's long hair fell down the sphenoid bone, letting the young man's breathing feathers fall onto his beautiful neck. The thin silver chain by the ear reflects the shimmering light of the candle, and the deep blue malachite at the bottom swaying from side to side, contrasting with his skin as white as snow.

"Why are you so stupid?"

He complained softly.

Shi Wuluo was half-kneeling on the pavement, the snow clothes with the lotus and silk buttons on the front were completely loose, and the cold silk lining fell on his arm. Qiu Bo Deng wrapped around his thin waist and fell into the haze-like Jin Jin together with him.

The quilt surface of the Jin quilt suddenly had more folds, and the folds contained a misty fire.

A beautiful slender hand sank into the smoke.

Qiu Bodeng half got up.

His long dark hair fell down his shoulders like splashing ink, and he rested his left elbow on the warm squat, and his right hand was rusty to untie the teacher Wu Luo's clothes. Shi Wu Luo took his hand and stopped him.

Qiu Bodeng raised his eyebrows slightly, broke away from him, and pushed aside his black clothes.

The copper lamp in the corner of the carriage burst into small lights from the embers of the candle wick.