There are always bad guys trying to steal my real body

Chapter 13 Old Things are worse than Wine

I look forward to, the wind blows the apricot blossom into your dream, but it confuses the sorrow of spring, blows away the lovesickness, and leaves me alone, complaining about the luxuriant grass and growing hatred!

Yu Bailu sat on the roof, and the quiet and dark night seeped into the depths of his eyes.

After five years, she thought she could face Yan Huanian calmly, but when she met his eyes, she still couldn't help but feel palpitations.

Useless idiot!
Yu Bailu laughed at himself for having the feelings of a little girl.

But then he comforted himself, probably just unwilling.

I am not reconciled that his farewell is too perfunctory and insincere; I am not reconciled that he walks smoothly, but the brooding self is still mired in the mud.

Yan Huanian, you bastard!

Old things are not as good as wine, so he raised the wine gourd and took a sip.

The rich aroma of peach blossom stuffing fills the throat, and the crimson liquid drips down the chin.

When reaching out to erase, Yu Bailu suddenly remembered that Leng Rong's fingertips had drawn across the same spot before, and the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously.

Cough, I'm really drunk, my heart is starting to flutter!

Sip after mouthful of sweet peach blossom stuffing flowed in her throat, soaking into her heart and lungs, and in a trance, she returned to the cold winter more than ten years ago.

Dressed like a snowball, she went to feed the wild cats in the alley, and found someone lying on the ground, grabbing the food in the cat food bowl.

The person who heard the movement suddenly raised his head. It was a young man with eyes brighter than wild animals. His eyes were as sharp as knives. He stared at her fiercely, causing her to take two steps back in fright, and fell to the ground.

The wolf-like boy jumped up in front of her. Before she could scream, he grabbed the food in the basin with his dirty hands and stuffed it into his mouth, looking like a starving ghost.

She was startled, and her mouth opened wide, unable to close for a long time.

Seeing the boy squatting on the ground and licking the food bowl clean, she stretched out her hand.

"You can go home with me, I have more delicious meals at home."

At that time, father had not been bitten to death by wild animals.

She is the little princess held in the palm of her parents, who does not know the sufferings of the world.

"Crack", he slapped her hand away, jumped up the wall like a wild cat, and then turned to look at her.

She smiled innocently, as bright as a small flower blooming in the summer sun; he was dressed in rags, expressionless, like a little wolf who had been hurt and didn't trust anyone.

"Tomorrow, I'll bring you something delicious again."

At the same time the next day, she appeared cheerfully at the entrance of the alley, and smiled brightly when she saw him huddled in the shadows deep in the alley.

He jumped over and reached out to grab the rice.

She grabbed his hand, and before he had time to react, she stuffed the spoon into his hand, held his hand, scooped up the rice with the spoon, and handed it to his mouth.

Seeing him open his mouth obediently, she stretched out her hand to touch his head in relief, but he slapped him away, snatched the bowl from her hand, jumped to the side, squatted on the ground leaning against the wall, and quickly picked up the food in the bowl with a spoon into the mouth.

"What's your name?"

She leaned closer to him, and his uncomfortable body hid aside, but he forgot that his body was leaning against the wall, with nowhere to go.

Yu Bailu was amused by him: "My name is Yu Bailu. I live at the entrance of the temple. I have parents and a younger brother. If you have nowhere to go, you can go home with me."

She invited him again, and he put the empty, clean bowl on the ground, leaped to the wall again, squatted to look at her, and then leaped into the night.

"See you tomorrow."

She waved at the empty wall.

The next day, she took small steps and ran into the alley with the chicken legs she didn't want to eat, but she didn't see him.

She walked left and right in the narrow alley for a long time, and he didn't appear again with the chicken leg in her hand frozen hard by the cold wind.

With two snivels hanging from her nose, she fell into a coma for several days with a fever, clamoring for her little brother in a daze.

She was six and he was nine.

Four years later, when the spring blossoms and she had forgotten about him, he appeared in front of her.

He was wearing the robe of a disciple of Tianjian Mountain, his eyes became brighter and brighter, and they were no longer as sharp as before.

But she was dressed in sackcloth and filial piety. She had just lost her father and became a disaster star in everyone's mouth.

She plunged into his arms, crying loudly.

Since then, he has become her spiritual sustenance and the most solid support.

But in the end, he separated from her on the day her master said goodbye to her!
That cruel bad guy, don't invade her dreams again!

The bright and clear melody sounded slowly, as if someone was playing the flute while standing on the reef by the sea, the sound was filled with the sea breeze, waves, and the singing of the shell girl came from afar.

Liaoliang's quiet voice is wonderfully engrossed, and it should be accompanied by a heartbroken person.

A round teardrop stumbled and rolled down the cheek, hit the back of the hand, shattered and round again!

Leng Rong turned out from the dark, with a leaf in his mouth, stopped singing, and looked up.

Yu Bailu on the ridge is lying on his knees, his eyes are closed, and he has entered a dream.

He flew onto the roof and sat gently beside her.

Yu Bailu who was sleeping suddenly leaned forward, Leng Rong's cross-arm protected her, and then leaned her head on his shoulder.

Yu Bailu's mouth is full of alcohol and has a faint floral fragrance.

In the mouth of Leng Rong, there is the fragrance of grass and trees of leaves, and the aftertaste of steamed fish in black bean sauce.

In the afternoon, she said that in order to reward Leng Rong for resisting Sister Qing's temptation of money, she went to the mountain stream to catch fish, and hoped that he would make persistent efforts to resist more temptations.

The tip of his tongue grazed his teeth, and he, who had never eaten anything in the world for five thousand years, had to admit that her craftsmanship was very good, and she successfully conquered his stomach.

Turning his eyes clear, he took the wine gourd from her hand and took a sip.

"Thank you for hospitality."

In his sleep, Yu Bailu twisted his body uncomfortably, frowned, and cursed vaguely: "Yan Huanian, you are a big fool."

After scolding, he put his hands around Leng Rong's waist suddenly, found the most comfortable position to nest in his arms, and slowly loosened his frowning brows.

"Don't leave me, please stay by my side."

"Okay, I'm not leaving."

The words that came out of his mouth startled Leng Rong, the leaves he was holding were swept away by the wind, he jumped over the top of the wall, and over the head of Yan Huanian who was leaning against the wall outside the wall.

Yan Huanian lowered his head, looking at the "Spring Rain Sword" that he spent all his savings to buy as a gift to her, his eyes dimmed and dimmed.

With a flash of his figure, he disappeared into the dark night, just as he disappeared before her eyes on that winter night fourteen years ago.

　After rechecking this chapter, I found that it was less than [-] characters, and I didn’t want to write in water, so I just changed it.

　　There will be another chapter later, the author swears, hematemesis promises to complete the third chapter.

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