Copper Coins Chapter 101: Sugar (8)

At the back of the dustpan mountain bamboo building, near the mountain wall, there is a hot spring. Fun and cozy place.

In the past 100 years, because of the misty fog in the mountains and the legends, this hot spring has never been touched by outsiders. The only person who can use this hot spring is the owner of the bamboo building. It's two people.

Xue Xian drank himself abruptly into a drunken dragon, but he was so conscious that he had to drag Xuan Min to the clouds.

Xuan Min used to let him make trouble, so he really took advantage of the dragon to return. On the way, someone went astray several times, and almost took Xuan Min to the frontier. Fortunately, Xuan Min had a strong sense of direction and stopped the loss in time, and pulled him back on the right path with seriousness and deceit.

In short, the originally very smooth road was brought out of the illusion of difficulty by him, and finally saw the shadow of the dustpan mountain when the sky was bright.

The efficacy of dragon saliva was abruptly worn overnight, and it had already penetrated into the skin and bones. Xue Xian couldn't even wait to find the bamboo building, so he went straight down the mountain wall and fell into the hot spring. Halfway through his descent, he changed his form in a daze.

Xuan Min's monk's robe was rippling on the surface of the water. He supported the cold stone by the pond with one hand. As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw a small black shadow suddenly passing in front of him.

He subconsciously reached out and scooped up

A small black dragon like a string hangs on his fingers with its head down and its head down, its tail curling up and down, twisting around his fingers, extremely unbearable.

Xuanmin: ""

Even he can't handle the effects of dragon saliva, especially some people always like to deliberately hook up those effects to deepen and strengthen them. Therefore, his eyelashes were also wet at this time, and the light in his eyes came out from the half-drooped eyelids, which was bottomless, and contained a deliberately suppressed desire.

He dialed the drooping faucet with his finger, causing the other party to sway from side to side half-life, and said solemnly: "It's wrong."

Xue Xian was entangled in Xuan Min's hand, and was rubbing impatiently. After hearing the words, he reacted for a long time, only to realize that he who should have changed back into a human form had accidentally shrunk. He snorted and instantly turned into a human.

Usually when he changes shape, he puts his clothes on in the blink of an eye. This time I was wearing half of it, and suddenly I remembered that I would always take it off later.

The color of the black robe became even darker after being soaked in water. It spread out into a wet ink on the water surface, and was pushed against the cage by the constantly rippling ripples, and it was piled up against Xuanmin's snow-white robe.

In the chaos, Xue Xian bit Xuan Min's chin and said vaguely, "Why don't you let me this time?"

Half he finished speaking, he grunted and shook his head again, rubbing the bridge of his nose against Xuan Min's neck, and said to himself: "Forget it, I finally rescued you, so let's save your life."

Xuan Min just lifted his eyelids and didn't say anything.

After a while, Xue Xian was pushed against the stone wall, his long straight legs protruded from the black robe floating on the water, and wrapped around Xuan Min's body. He stopped, lowered his eyes and swept Xue Xian's scattered eyes and slightly parted lips up and down, and asked in a slow and calm voice, "You said earlier, do you really want to?"

Xue Xian didn't have the time to think about what he had said at this time. He squinted and hooked Xuanmin's neck, kissed it impatiently, pressed Xuanmin's thin lips, and followed the movements And the gasping breath said vaguely: "I don't want to, I don't want to, what do you do, hurry up is the truth."

The black bird cub originally heard the dragon's cry and fluttered his wings to meet him, but as soon as he fluttered out of the wild forest, he saw two intertwined figures in the hot spring, and immediately ran away in fright. He reached a tree with a crooked neck and stretched his head out to gesture on the old vine hanging from the branch for a long time, but he could not find a suitable angle for hanging.

He could only stretch his legs, fainted in a tree branch, and was unconscious.

When the two people in the mountains were making a fool of themselves, in the Hugua Alley in Wolong County, Stone Zhang, who was half sober, was leaning against the door, sending Lu Twenqi with snot and tears.

The fate between mortals is always so strange, originally irrelevant, and even two people who might not even be able to greet each other while walking on the street, suddenly became involved because of an accident. Even if they didn't say a single serious word to each other along the way, it was all a run, but after experiencing life and death, it seemed that they suddenly became a special person, and in a few years, they would naturally become a special old friend.

Stone Zhang didn't know what he was crying about. He clearly had no worries about his life. But maybe it's too thrilling, so that it's only once in life, so it's especially emotional and nostalgic. And the old people who have witnessed these are also seen once less, and maybe one day they will never be seen again.

Lu Twenqi never said a good word to him, but before he left, he suddenly patted him on the shoulder, and said something very rare: "Why are you crying, there are still so many years in this life, this life is over, And the afterlife. The old people are always there, at least those two are always there, maybe one day in the next life, you will meet them again.”

Stone Zhang finished his tears, and Jiu finally woke up completely.

Wolong County is not quiet in the early morning. There are always voices on the riverside, fishing boats or passenger boats never stop, mixed with stalls selling in the market, showing a strong atmosphere of human fireworks.

His half-blind eyes, although they won't make him bump into each other, are somewhat different from ordinary people. Lu Nianqi never walks impatiently, always very slow, but it is not the slowness of fumbling, but gives a feeling of taking every step seriously.

He walked out of Hugua Alley slowly. According to the habit of ordinary people, he would always turn right at the end of the alley and walk along a very lively long street to the opposite side of the square.

There is a well-known restaurant, Tianxiangju, on the long street. The buns sold by the waiter in Tianxiangju in the morning are famous for their delicious food. Listening to the bartender's hawking, Lu Tianqi slowly turned right out of the alley, walked down the long street, and went downstairs to Tianxiangju, where he bought some steamed buns and sweet cakes for the three dolls he had picked up at home.

He should have continued down this road, which was the closest road to his place after all. However, when the waiter wrapped the steamed buns and sweet cakes for him, he inexplicably had the idea of ​​going a different way.

The thought came out of nowhere and without warning. Generally speaking, he called it intuition.

Lu Twenty-seven is a person with a physique and a spirit, so he is very responsive to his own intuition. Without any hesitation, he simply turned his toes, copied from a sloping alley behind Tianxiangju, and walked down a road near the river.

This road is very deserted. Some wealthy people will throw away their unwanted straw mats or moldy quilts, and they will throw them on this wasteland **** next to the river bank. So beggars and homeless people like to wander around here and pick up some useful things to go.

After coming and going, this place has really become a beggar's den. However, over the years, there have been many fewer beggars, and there are no more refugees. In this early morning, the few beggars who are only there will not gather here, after all, Jiang Feng is too strong. They would go into the market to beg for scraps or good porridge.

Lu Twenty-seven didn't care who was trapped here, or what was thrown away, he just followed his instinct and walked this way.

When he came to a low slope, he suddenly stopped. Because he heard the slight, trembling sound of breathing on the side of the low slope.

"Who's over there?" Lu Twenqi asked, turning to look.

Perhaps it was because his eyeballs felt different from ordinary people, and maybe because he didn't look like a ferocious man. After a while, a thin figure cautiously poked out from behind the low slope. head over.

It was a three- or four-year-old boy with a sullen face. The jacket on his body was stained with a lot of mud and dust, and it was scratched a little. It looked like it had been discarded.

"Where are your parents?" Lu Twenqi asked.

The boy's dark eyes stared at his eyes for a long time, then stared at the blood mole on his forehead for a while, and said softly: "No parents."

"Then why are you here?" Lu Twenqi asked again.

The kid shook his head after thinking about it.

Lu Twenqi asked patiently for a long time, but found nothing, as if this child was born and raised, and suddenly appeared here. He has been picking up children from home all these years, and when he sees such a young age, he naturally can't ignore it. So he led the boy to the shoal and helped him wash the mud from his face.

He was about to say something, but the child who had washed his face raised his head and looked at him timidly.

This child's skin is actually very white, but it is only revealed by the mud and dirt. Those eyebrows suddenly resembled another child many years ago. But what really made Lu Tianqi speechless was the red mole on the child's forehead.

Small, with the moisture from the river, it just fell on the Palace of Life, exactly the same as the one on Lu Twenqi's forehead.

Twenty-seven squatted in front of the child in a daze, looking at his forehead, not knowing how to blink.

"Why are you crying?" The child spoke with a strong childishness, and seemed a little slurred and timid, which made people feel sour and soft.

Lu Twenqi suddenly blinked, and big tears fell directly to the ground. He took a breath and said in a low voice, "No, I'm just a little overwhelmed with joy."

The child stared at him with dark eyes and tried to rub his eyes awkwardly with his fingers, but almost poked him in the eye.

Twenty-seven didn't mind, he blinked several times hard, blinking the water vapor that kept rising, and asked in a gentle tone rarely seen in his life, "I'll take you home, okay?"

The child asked, "Are you going to be hungry?"

"No, not in my life."

The boy "looked" at him for a moment, as if wondering if Twenty-Seven's words were credible. But he was too young to figure out anything complicated. He only saw the package in Twenty-seven's hands and smelled the aroma of steamed buns.

So he nodded like a chicken pecking rice: "Okay."

I miss someone, far away.

Twelve years apart, the old people from far away finally returned home.