snow every week

Chapter 12

Xie Dianyi's gaze could not be gathered together.

Just like when he was in the meeting hall, he still had no real feeling about this matter.

Song Yuan is back.

did he leave

So Xie Dianyi remembered that he had left.

And it is not what he used to be used to, every moment he is not in sight, the three or five days when he goes down the mountain, the months of retreat or traveling.

It is seven years.

Is seven years very short?

not at all.

Because Senior Brother Xie Dianyi fell in love with Junior Brother Song Yuan, it only took a fraction of the time.

They used to be so close, and they were equally depressed in the cold master-student relationship. The young Xie Dianyi was no better than the orphaned junior brother who was picked up, because he was born surrounded by the expectations of his tribe, never lacking in love and doting, and indifferently ignoring Ling. He is suffering, but the weak junior brother is satisfied with just a little attention.

Why does the master who is sitting on the top of Yuheng Peak have no self in his eyes? It is my weakness that makes him arrogant.

Xie Dianyi can endure the burning of the heart of the sword and the freezing weather, but he cannot bear being weak.

He despised his younger brother.

How do you deserve to be with me?

Kong has a whole body of sword bones and a sword heart. He has clearly cultivated without any setbacks, but he is so, so weak.

He was so weak that he resented him. Every night in the Frost Cloud Tower, every night when he was burned, howled like a beast on the cold jade bed, and dunked his finger holes, he sucked the blood from his fingertips, deeply Angry and resentful.

God is so unfair that he wants to suppress the strong, but give useless talents to the weak.

Until that night, it was also the night of the Frost Cloud Tower, and it was also the night of being burned.

The feeble thing crept into his quilt quietly.

His voice was also weak and thin, his fingers were also weak and small, his whole body was shaking, and he couldn't stop crying hot tears, but he was able to wipe Xie Dianyi's face clean, and he was able to hug him and say to him: " Brother, don't cry."

So I was crying?

What are you crying for?

A helpless baby cries too, crying over the departure of an attached person.

If you have heard my howl and seen my savage bite, you will be like them, you will pull away, you will be afraid, you will go away.

At the cave fire gate, only the mother would not, she hugged him tightly, shook him gently, coaxed him, tears would wet his back together with Xie Dianyi's sweat.

But that's because she is strong, she doesn't care about biting her beloved son like a beast.

Weak little thing, can you too?

He said yes.

A soft and white face like a rice cake, limp wet hair, dark brown pupils, a frightened expression without assertiveness, and a lotus-white arm that is always hidden in the sleeve, full of tooth marks and oozing blood from being bitten.

During the four years when the Frost Cloud Pagoda was burned by the cave fire, this was all his impressions of his junior.

Later, one morning, he cultivated the golden elixir, and gained the reputation of burning heaven and earth. The burning pain no longer bothered him, but he kept silent, just woke up as usual, and pulled his sleeve from under the other person .

It's a pity that the morning light was so good, it forced him to look at the boy's sleeping face with his chin propped up for a while in a calm and leisurely manner, thinking ghostly.

He has bitten his fingers, arms, cheeks, and earlobes, but he never thought about it.

Those two petals are rosy, slightly pouty, and seem to be softer than all other places, what kind of texture is it to bite?

Xie Dianyi doing his own way, the brother who was indulged blindly, thought so.

He was not willing to bite, he just changed.

Take your own lips and touch them.

But at that moment, those house rules, clear laws, and family commandments all fell on his head, and with a loud noise, he leaned back, jumped out of the bed, covered his mouth, stared wide-eyed, and looked at him in surprise. Turning around in front of the bed twice, I didn't dare to look at it, I didn't even put on my coat, so I ran away in a hurry.

He was startled by himself, and went back to the cave fire door without stopping, and met his mother.

His mother held his hand and told him that she planned to make a good marriage for him, Fairy Bishui from Xifangjian, who also came from a famous family.

After fleeing for more than a month, he returned to the teacher's gate again. He shook off the fingers on his cuff, ignored the tears in Mingcheng's eyes, and almost cruelly ordered Song Yuan not to enter his room again.

So the weak and sobbing child who had been curled up in his arms was thrown away after wiping away the tears from his temples, and could only look longingly at the peak.

And he didn't see it at all.

I have tried my best not to look or think, but the demons are always lingering in my ears.

Not a single tooth mark.

He became more and more serious, and didn't always look at himself.

The junior junior brother who is new to him makes friends with him and always whispers in his ear.

He has already retreated again and again, and the only consolation is a light and fluffy sentence.

It's better to do everything now than to hate him later, both of them are jealous.

A small table was set up under the corridor, with several warm futons and a few rugs covering the legs.

Xie Dianyi was seated facing him, and he lifted the brightly colored blanket with a calm expression. It was difficult for anyone to read the disgrace that day from this face.

But Song Yuan didn't like the strong gaze he cast on him.

Thinking about it secretly, I also know what he is looking at.

Sure enough, Xie Dianyi opened his mouth and said: "You... now cultivate..."

It's really hard for him to make a difficult tone, now everyone in the sect doesn't know that Song Yuan has become a useless person.

Song Yuan didn't need his belated sympathy, he just held the teapot to add tea for him, and said softly: "Yes, but it's a great fortune to save one's life anyway, let's not talk about me, how is senior brother doing in recent years ?”

He was still afraid that Xie Dianyi would scold him, Song Yuan had met all the mean people in his life, and none of them were harsher to him than Xie Dianyi.

Xie Dianyi lowered his eyelashes, staring at the slightly rippling tea surface, without moving: "Shang Ke."

It was so easy to find an excuse to come, but there was nothing else to say except the excuse.

Song Yuan died in his heart for seven years, but there was more than seven years between them.

He was used to being a stickler and a cynic, so he didn't hesitate to hurt people, but when he came to his senses, he felt stupid and ridiculous.

But the mouth is harder than the heart, no matter what, it is hard to be soft.

"I'm here this time for one thing..."

"Brother!"

The gate of the courtyard was pushed open with a bang, and the excited young man walked in, as if he didn't know that there was another high-ranking monk in the courtyard. Seeing Xie Dianyi's iconic red dress, he was slightly taken aback, and his smile faded away.

"Ah, senior brother is here too, it's a coincidence that I came here," Ruan Chengxing lowered his face, took a step back, his bright eyes dimmed, and only looked at Song Yuan's face, "I'm sorry, senior brother, I...I I have something to tell you, and I lost my manners for a while."

Song Yuan followed his gaze to look at Xie Dianyi, and found that his expression was unkind, and his heart trembled slightly.

He didn't like Ruan Chengxing very much, but Xie Dianyi was even more frightening to him, so he couldn't help empathizing, and said: "It's okay, be more careful next time, come and sit down."

Ruan Chengxing then smiled brightly at him, completely young and handsome, just like the boy in many daughters' dreams.

At this moment, he ignored Xie Dianyi's gloomy expression, and sat down between the two of them happily, with an affectionate expression like a puppy offering treasures. He didn't lose face when he saw Song Yuan avoiding his touch, and hurriedly got out of the treasure bag. dig something out.

"Senior brother, don't you remember? When the snow melted and the competition began, the venue for the Hundred Families Competition of the Immortal Sect was chosen at the Tianxin Sect. After the senior brother came back, one of our sect's seats will naturally be reserved for you. This is the jade book."

The jade book is like a pass document, but the monks who are able to match do not need to prove their identity, so naturally they don't need to carry a jade book with them.

Song Yuan had indeed forgotten, but at first he was thinking of looking around for information, but now he has a ready-made opportunity, how could he not be happy about it.

The Immortal Gate Grand Competition will last for several months, not to mention the hundreds of Immortal Gate families present, during the period, the cities and villages centered on the host area can be described as a mix of people coming and going, which is a good time to inquire about news.

He lowered his eyes and thought without saying a word, but the other two misunderstood, Ruan Chengxing leaned over hurriedly, and said coaxingly: "Senior brother, I know that the sect has a lot of spiritual energy, which is better for your health, but the brothers in the sect Both of them are boring like wooden piles, and you live alone for a long time, so it’s not good to be bored, huh?”

He was so anxious, which made Song Yuan a little vigilant, and some bad memories flooded into his mind.

He wanted to go, but it didn't have to pass through Ruan Chengxing.

If you guessed right, Xie Dianyi should also be here for this matter.

Song Yuan was afraid of Xie Dianyi, but Xie Dianyi would never harm him.

Thinking of this, Song Yuan looked at him, and felt that his expressionless face was very intimidating. He found an excuse that he thought was very powerful, and said with some condemnation: "Others will laugh at me."

He thought, now that he has become like this, there will always be someone in front of him, and if he speaks in such a harsh tone again, Ruan Chengxing will never pressure him again.

He didn't know that his drooping eyes and the blunt corners of his lips couldn't put on a serious look, and he didn't know how gentle his voice had been polished during the seven years of being a wife. With a gentle and angry face, saying this seems to be expressing worry in a low voice of aggrievedness.

It looks so pathetic.

He should be imprisoned in the magic palace and cry with this voice for hundreds of years.

The smile on Ruan Chengxing's face couldn't hold back anymore, his throat was thirsty, and his eyes were fixed on his brother's face, and he was about to say something.

Coax him a few words, or make him feel more wronged?

Xie Dianyi was one step ahead of him, and said in a hoarse voice.

"Who dares?"

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It's so vulgar, I like it so much, Xuexue's luck is yet to come, let's watch the wild dogs fight first.

When I was writing this chapter, I really wanted to eat something chewy, but I didn’t have my wife’s face to eat. I picked a reader in the comment area to cook rice cakes for me. I wanted to eat the traditional soy sauce flavor (this way there would be no flavor) commented ah hey

Brother, some of them pretended to be passionate, but it was actually some shallow separation anxiety, which happened between the ages of three and 15, which is not just right.