Chapter 145: The story of a man with a baby looking for his wife (25)
Fu Sheng leaned forward and pressed Chu Xiang's lips again, and said confusedly: "Our home... Po Tao Temple?"
"Yes, it's the Po Tao Temple."
In the forgotten past that Fu Sheng told Chu Xiang, their home was a broken Taoist temple deep in the mountains and forests. It was said to be "broken", but in fact, after Chu Xiang became the hostess, the Taoist temple had been tidied up. Very good.
The leaky roof was repaired by Fusheng, the window with the hole was re-pasted with window paper by Fusheng, and the dark and damp bedroom was renovated. When the weather is good, sunlight can shine in and fall on the desk, illuminating it. Unknown small wild flowers in a vase,
Chu Xiaoman's favorite thing to do was to lie on the table and stare at the light spots and shadows cast by the sunlight through the leaves. Every time those light spots and shadows moved a little, he moved a little with them.
Their Po Tao Temple is not as big as the Chu Mansion, and it is not in a good area in the city where people come and go. However, with the definition of "home", the humble Po Tao Temple has a special meaning.
Fu Sheng hugged Xiao Man and embarked on the road to find Chu Xiang. What she was most afraid of was that Chu Xiang would be nostalgic for this prosperous world, and she would get tired of the pure days in the mountains and forests.
If this day really comes, what can he do?
At that time, Fusheng could only hold Chu Xiaoman tightly in his arms, and said selfishly and absurdly: "Your son is still in my hands."
Although he was very sorry for Xiao Man, he did feel that he could use Xiao Man as a "hostage" for a moment.
But now his worries were all gone. Even if he hadn't pretended to be pitiful or brought Xiao Man over as a hostage, Chu Xiang had already said that he wanted to go home with him.
Fusheng suddenly felt at a loss. After feeling that Chu Xiang put him first, the feeling that something was filling his chest became even stronger.
Chu Xiang hugged him and patted his back gently, "Okay, okay, Fusheng, let's go back quickly, okay?"
The young man let out a low "hmm", with a slight tremor at the end.
Chu Xiang carefully held up the white hair that was growing crazily with his hands, trying to avoid the possibility of dragging it to the ground and getting dirty. Fortunately, with her comfort, his mood should be slightly stable, and this beautiful white hair was finally It stopped growing.
Fusheng packed up his things with Chu Xiang. When he thought he could leave, Chu Xiang pulled him to sit in front of the dressing table and wanted to tie up his long hair.
Fusheng's sitting posture was a bit reserved, with his eyebrows lowered. He looked uneasily at the long hair hanging on his chest, held by his hands. His fingers kept pulling at the ends of the hair, and he couldn't help but secretly look for the hair tie. of Chu Xiang.
Fortunately, she didn't notice that her hair had grown much longer in a short period of time, otherwise he wouldn't know how to explain it.
Chu Xiang looked at him through the bronze mirror, "Why do you keep staring at me?"
"I didn't." Fusheng felt guilty and quickly looked away.
The loose long hair slightly covered the side of his face, but it made him feel more like he was shrouded in the moonlight. His cold face was looming, like a glass treasure, transparent and bright, but also very fragile.
Chu Xiang gathered his long hair with her hands. She didn't need a wooden comb to smooth out his long hair that felt so good. She was also very careful with her movements. Although he had a lot of hair, she was reluctant to tear it off. Any one.
"It doesn't matter even if we look at each other." She murmured, "We have bowed to heaven and earth. Even if we keep looking at each other, it is still in line with etiquette."
What she said was somewhat untenable. After all, their worship of heaven and earth lacked the words of the matchmaker and the orders of their parents.
Fusheng didn't understand the twists and turns in the secular world. He just listened to Chu Xiang's words that they had worshiped the heaven and the earth, and the joy and excitement in his heart could not be suppressed.
Raising his face slightly, he looked at the girl standing behind him through the bronze mirror, his beautiful eyebrows maintaining a curved arc for a long time.
Chu Xiang's mood suddenly improved. To be honest, his hair was too long and not easy to take care of. Chu Xiang simply tied up his hair and tied it into a ponytail with a red headband. Finally, she arranged his hair on the temples. She pulled Fusheng and stood up. , I was shocked the next moment.
He has disheveled hair all year round. After his long hair was tied up, his face was completely exposed to the air, and he became much fresher and more lively. The dark atmosphere seemed to be swept away, and all that was left was cheerful.
The red eyes were now isolated from danger, but as hot as flames. The young man's spirit swept over him, and he finally had a wanton style that matched his appearance.
Who would have thought that such a young master would already have a wife and children?
Chu Xiang couldn't help it, so she rushed over and hugged him, "Fusheng, you are so beautiful!"
The tips of Fusheng's ears turned red, and his pale face looked much healthier. He was quite shy. He gently put his chin on her shoulder, hooked his fingers on the ribbon on her skirt, pursed his lips and smiled softly. Voice.
If he hadn't still missed Chu Xiaoman, Chu Xiang would have dragged Fusheng to bed and fucked him a lot!
They left the inn together, and someone happened to help the unconscious girl out of the crowd and headed towards the inn.
The boys with the same clothes and the same appearance should obviously attract attention, but because they are hiding their auras at the same time, they become the most unattractive existence.
The sound of "ding-dong" sounded softly, and everything around seemed to be suspended.
Chang Yu raised his eyes and looked at the opposite side. The alien with white hair and red eyes made his scalp numb with stimulation, "Wait... stop!"
Unexpectedly, Chang Yu's stretched out hand seemed to have touched a wall of air, which was difficult to penetrate.
He looked at his hand, which was very clean, but the temperature from the time of the murder not long ago seemed to have stayed there until now.
He killed people and broke the precepts. The curse that had been dormant on him for a long time came into being and now became the force that imprisoned him.
Chang Yu's usual innocent smile disappears. He who claims to be able to figure out everything will fall into uneasiness and panic when he encounters incomprehensible things.
He took out three copper coins again. Before he could throw them up, they turned into powder the moment they were exposed to the air.
Chang Yu had an intuition that this was related to that person. He looked not far away, and the person over there happened to turn back at the same time.
The boy with the same face as Chang Yu arched his eyebrows in a friendly and harmless manner, and his smile was more sarcastic than polite.
White flying snow suddenly floated in the air.
No, this is not flying snow, but white confetti.
The lively people around them all fell silent. They stood still, and the expressions on their faces slowly became stiff. The night wind blew, the dark clouds dispersed, the moonlight was bright, and those living people had returned to their original appearance.
Each paper figure is so fragile that when blown by the wind, it turns into flying shreds of paper.
"Chang Yu——"
He understood the shape of the white-haired boy's lips.
"Stay here forever."
Just like he had been imprisoned in the mountains and forests for two hundred years by a choice, now it was his turn to be left in this silent place because of a wrong choice.