At first, Li Zhiqing just wanted to close his eyes and rest his mind, but his consciousness drifted away, and finally drifted further and further.
He leaned on the man's back and had a dream, which was so real that he didn't know whether to cry or laugh.
He had become shorter in his dream, and he couldn't even see what would be on the opposite side of the shrubs when he walked to the edge of the garden in the courtyard.
His hands and feet were even more pitiful, and he walked on the familiar path, step by step.
He walked around the long rosettes, past the majestic fountain carved into the shape of a Nine-Dragon, the whirling green shadow and the cool water vapor poured in front of him at the same time, wet half of his eyelashes.
Li Zhiqing rubbed his eyes, and then saw the ancient old man sitting in the cornicing pavilion holding a small teapot happily waiting for him to pass.
The opponent is sitting upright and upright, just like a veteran on the battlefield in a color painting book.
The man called him from a distance, and he couldn't hear clearly what he said, but he was clearly smiling.
Li Zhiqing heard him happily responding, and was about to take his short legs and rush towards him, but someone behind him grabbed his shoulder and said something in a low voice.
Li Zhiqing turned his head along with the sound, but he was empty behind him, and when he twisted his head back, there was no figure in Shiting in front.
He panicked, and just about to open his mouth to shout, the damp water vapor in the air suddenly increased several times, rushing around him arrogantly, making people unable to open their eyes.
He fumbled aimlessly against the wind. During the period, he was affected by the psychological endurance of that age. His nose slowly began to sore. At the moment he was about to hiss and cry, his forehead, which had been strained because of his patience, suddenly cooled and his face suddenly bulged. A wall of wind came, and the momentum was like covering the sea and moving the mountains to lift him out.
Li Zhiqing's forehead tightened and opened his eyes. The first thing that caught the eye was the darkness of the room, followed by a hand covering his forehead, and then a dark shadow standing beside him.
He was immediately bluffed, and he was about to bounce off his blood vessel.
Soi Ying stretched out his other hand and firmly pressed his shoulder, without letting Li Zhiqing hit the head of the bed.
He took a step back and stood up straight, and soon thought that such a condescending posture might make Li Zhiqing feel oppressed, and again indifferently bowed to his knees, almost looking at the other side.
Li Zhiqing's head was almost scared out.
Through the faint morning light through the curtains, he could see that it was the previous man, and he shook his mouth twice before vocalizing, "...you, you can't..."
The emotion remaining in the dream was still there, and there was a bit of crying in his voice. He closed his mouth and gritted his teeth before he finished speaking, took a deep breath and then said: "You can come as you want, you can't say anything, just squeak. what."
In the half-dream and half-awake period, people were originally unguarded, and when they saw a silent guy next to them under the condition of insufficient light, they had to die several times in their hearts.
The light and darkness had no effect on the man's vision. He didn't let Li Zhiqing's fragile expression at the moment of waking up, but didn't know how to comfort him, rubbing his fingertips on the edge of the bed twice, and he still couldn't lift it up.
"I'm afraid to surprise you." The man replied in a low voice.
Speaking may surprise him, but not speaking is absolutely to scare him to death.
Li Zhiqing sat up with strength from his waist, his whole body sticking uncomfortably with cold sweat and air.
Only then did he realize that he had slept on the bed in the bedroom, the thin quilt was well covered, but the clothes during the day were worn as usual, although they weren't tossed to the point of being out of shape, but the place should be wrinkled. It's absolutely impossible to see more.
Li Zhiqing rubbed his swollen forehead, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the man kneeling on the side of the bed and looking at him eagerly. He was bluffed again, and he hurriedly reached out and grabbed the man’s arm to lift him up: "When did you kneel down? , Get up, there is a place to sit over there."
With his little understanding, the spirits who can transform into human form must have real skills, even if they are proud and arrogant, they have capital in everything.
The man in front of him will definitely not be a humble little character. How can he face human beings so indifferently, even if he is not arrogant, he should show an unpredictable look anyway.
Always looking at him with this kind of affectionate eyes, Li Zhiqing felt that if he was a little girl, aside from the identity of a man who is not a human or scaly, he would definitely be spurred by Chunxin.
He wiped his face and found that his forehead was no longer burning, and he remembered in his mind that the man was walking towards the street with his back on his back yesterday, and after that... there was no impression.
The man Yiyan sat down on the opposite chair, a little dissatisfied with the stretched distance.
He recalled seeing Li Zhiqing's crooked portrait and took the initiative to explain: "I have seen your friend, I will bring you back."
Li Zhiqing has become a little accustomed to men's short and concise way of speaking, knowing that after the man carried him out of the old street, he saw Song Junlin who was waiting for him at the entrance of the street, and then sent him back to the store to rest.
Li Zhiqing lifted the hair that fell to his forehead to the back of his head. As soon as he was about to say "thank you", he heard the man say: "It's still early."
"Huh?" Li Zhiqing didn't expect that a guy who could not even speak as smoothly as a five-year-old would take the initiative to break the silence, and was not ready to hear clearly.
"You can go to bed again." It was clear now, and it was not time for Li Zhiqing to wake up yesterday.
Li Zhiqing thought of being carried by him yesterday, and fell asleep in the dark before the sun completely set. He felt a little embarrassed, touched the tip of his nose and smiled at the man: "I have slept long enough, and I am not sleepy, so I don't sleep. Up."
He got out of bed and "brushed" the curtains open. The light in the early morning was white and soft, and the cage was very comfortable in front of his eyes.
After the heavy rain, the laneway became more plain. Li Zhiqing simply pushed open the windows of the bedroom and living room, and clean and fresh air poured in at once.
He stood in front of the window and took a deep breath, then turned to see the man coming out of the bedroom with him, standing two steps away from him, staring at him intently.
"I'll take a shower, you..." Li Zhiqing's body was sticky, his eyes swept around, and he pointed to the blanket beside the window for lying down, and then pointed to the semicircle sofa, "You are free. "
After speaking, he walked to the bedroom. When he closed the door, he couldn't help but look back at the man before he slammed into the other's eyes. The color that was darker than the newborn's pupils immediately shook his heartbeat, and he went into the bathroom and shook his eyes twice. Point black.
Li Zhiqing adjusted the water temperature, raised his head and rushed for a while, holding his hair from his forehead to the back of his head, and whispered: "...How come there are such dark eyes? Are Jiao's eyes so dark?"
He cared about those eyes so badly, he walked out with his hair wet after taking a hasty bath, found the phone on the desk, and turned on the phone without charging.
He opened the browser to search for the eye color of the Jiao, and found nothing that is not the Jiao. He poured out a pile of vertical pupil snake eyes facing the lens, mostly yellow, green and red with different brightness, with close scales attached to the edges, brushing them together. They are lined up together, they look particularly shocking.
Li Zhiqing quit without turning a few pages, almost getting goose bumps on the back of his neck.
He didn't intend to see the black scales hanging on his wrist, he blinked and thought about it, and called Tang Shunshi: "You are ruthless and unjust."
"Then am I making trouble unreasonably?" Tang Shunshi smiled over there.
Li Zhiqing could imagine the other party lying on the bed and patting his stomach by just listening to the voice: "You can't save you."
"Hey? What did I do to you little ancestor?"
"You are old and mentally retarded."
"...Alright, let me change the question, what's the matter with you again?"
"Song Junlin called you yesterday, right."
"I went to the mountains yesterday, where's the signal."
Li Zhiqing self-examined, and took back all the words scolding him: "The copper coin is cracked."
"Do you think that is a shortbread?" Tang Shunshi hummed twice, obviously not convinced.
"It's really cracked." Li Zhiqing looked at the door and realized that he still didn't know the man's name. "It was a little trouble yesterday, but the one who came here helped me."
Tang Shun was quiet for a while, and Li Zhiqing heard the sound of him sitting up, and he seemed to be serious, but he was still not serious: "Whose ancestral grave did you dug?"
The existing Tiancheng ingots are optimistically estimated to be no more than five, and the remaining few are still fake. Only this one on Li Zhiqing is a definite treasure, and it has been given to him by the very meritorious one. The old gentleman has been raising him for many years. As long as Li Zhiqing does not die, he can still be safe.
Li Zhiqing narrated what happened yesterday, and Tang Shunshi was not poor after hearing it: "Is there any texture on the scales for you?"
Li Zhiqing pinched the scales: "Yes."
"How many?"
He carefully looked at the lines that clung to the almost integrated lines: "...it seems quite a lot."
"What does it mean?" Tang Shun laughed angrily. "Thin lines are not counted, just say it clearly."
obviously……
Li Zhiqing counted the thickest ones: "Two ways."
"Oh, it's not easy. It is estimated that he is a Jiao who has lived for at least two thousand years." Tang Shunshi teased him, and he was relieved. "I will go back when the problem is solved. I will talk about the specific situation. Hold his thigh well."
Li Zhiqing thought of the man's eyes, and thought of the words he heard on his back yesterday. Just when he wanted to say that the man was not here to ask for rectification, there was a busy tone in the receiver and he had to put down the phone.
Before taking a bath, he forgot to untie the hair rope. After blowing his hair, he was too lazy to dry the hair rope. He simply opened the door with his hair loose. Before his eyes were lifted, he felt a beam of searchlights. On his face.
He instinctively stopped his footsteps. After a distance of more than ten meters, he stared at the man in the living room for a while before stepping over again: "Why don't you sit?"
The man stood behind the floor-to-ceiling windows before Li Zhiqing returned to the bedroom. He still stands still, still standing upright, just like a wax figure in the National Exhibition Hall.
Li Zhiqing had been completely accustomed to the fact that the other party couldn't suffocate a word for a long time, and he began to adapt to being so careless and straightforward.
He walked into the kitchen with that gaze without much psychological pressure, took out some ingredients from the refrigerator and began to prepare breakfast.
Even if you don't mention that the man rescued himself yesterday, even if it is an ordinary guest, you can't leave the other party behind on the meal.
Li Zhiqing raised his head and found that the man was still looking at him in the same place. He tilted his head slightly to meet his eyes: "What do you want for breakfast?"
A strand of hair slid in front of his eyes when he was talking, Li Zhiqing put his hands back in his ears, but saw the man suddenly lowered his eyes and staggered his gaze. After a few seconds, he slowly moved his gaze back, then staggered again, and looked over again. , Repeated three times before regaining the previous gaze.
"What's wrong with you?" Li Zhiqing thought his reaction was funny, and couldn't help but chuckled.
The man pursed the corner of his mouth. After a moment of silence, he didn't say what he wanted to eat. He simply answered the last question: "You look so good."
His voice was low, and his voice was slightly hoarse, and Li Zhiqing almost smashed the egg on the ground when he heard this sentence.
He stared at the man and stared at him. Before he had time to react, the man drew his gaze back.
Except for that face was cold or cold, it was incredible that Li Zhiqing could see a little embarrassment from his eyebrows.
"...Thank you, you also look good." Li Zhiqing felt that this seemed a bit perfunctory, and added dryly, "Your eyes are very beautiful."
It's so black that it's not human.
...Oh no, he is not a person.
The man was quiet for a while and then boasted: "You all look good."
When he spoke, his tone was weak, but the corner of his mouth was clearly mentioned, and his smile was more natural than the previous few times.
Li Zhiqing was really embarrassed. Seeing the man unable to speak, he repeatedly turned four big characters in his mind: The industry is blowing each other.
He obviously felt that the roots of his ears were warmed up by men, and he was embarrassed. Song Junlin suddenly pulled his slippers out of the bedroom: "Daqing! Gou rich! Don't forget each other!"
Li Zhiqing narrowed his eyes: "What is it?"
Song Junlin was so excited that he even chopped his voice, holding his mobile phone and grinning his boss: "Someone was doing you things on Weibo last night!"