Chapter 8: The Floating Hotbed
The young man that Qin Wuye was thinking of was asleep in the dim tent at the moment, and a figure suddenly flashed outside the tent. Immediately rushed into the tent, it turned out that Qiyang had returned.
Wanjun looked at Lin Xuan's eyes before turning to the door of the tent and looked at Qi Yang, Qi Yang was brushing off the scattered snowflakes in his hair at this time, and the clothes on his body were also covered with snow, his body was a little white, and some places were already wet, and the belly of the robe was bulging, and it seemed that he had gained a lot. He put the fruits in his arms on the ground one by one, and then smiled a little embarrassedly at Wanjun and Feng Zhiping who were looking at him: "The snow in June in this snow ridge is too strong, and I accidentally fell into the pit when picking the fruits, and it stained me." I'm just a little late, so I'm sorry to keep you waiting." As he spoke, he handed some of the fruit to Feng Zhiping on the side.
Feng Zhiping said to him: "Thank you for your hard work." After rubbing the fruit, he began to eat it.
Qi Yang walked towards Wanjun, he wiped and wiped the fruit in his hand, and then handed it to Wanjun, looking at Lin Xuan on the bed and smiling distressedly: "Bring me here, but sleep on the bed alone, this guy is not very authentic."
Wanjun said with some confusion: "Lin Xuan has never mentioned you to us?"
Qi Yang said: "To tell you the truth, we just met today, as for why he brought me here, I have to wait until he wakes up to know."
Wanjun was a little disappointed, her eyes stopped rolling, her lips opened slightly, and she let out a light sigh that was not easy to detect. She held the brightly colored fruit in her hand and had not moved.
After so many years, she didn't go any further than him.
Feng Zhiping, of course, noticed her subtle expression, and knew that this Nizi was lost in thought again. He faked coughing twice. said to Wanjun: "Senior sister, this fruit is so delicious, you can taste it."
Wanjun felt that she was hungry and began to fill her stomach, and found that Qi Yang had not eaten, so she looked at him in wonder and said, "Why don't you eat."
Qi Yang scratched his head, his face turned red, I was already full, just when I was picking the fruit, because I was too hungry, I had already eaten first, and I couldn't help eating two more as soon as I ate it, and after eating, I burped, and even crushed the branches and fell into the pit.
Wanjun laughed at this time: "You are so interesting, I don't know where you are from?"
Qiyang said: "I'm from Zhongzhou."
Feng Zhiping suddenly said: "Zhongzhou, that's more than 2,000 kilometers away from here."
Qi Yang heard the meaning of Feng Zhiping's words and replied: "Coming here to do some things, it was also an accident to go to Xueling."
Wanjun smiled: "It's like our encounter, maybe it was arranged by God, it was a beautiful accident."
Qi Yang heard this, but he blushed from the root of his ears to the root of his ears, he had never touched/touched a girl in Tianhan Valley, especially a girl who could say that he would be poor, and his blushing face at this moment was like a ripe apple.
Wanjun looked at Qi Yang's embarrassed appearance, and seemed to be very happy in her heart, and deliberately teased him and shouted softly: "Qi Yang, do you say yes."
Qi Yang held his breath and concentrated, didn't look at Wanjun's eyes, and his breathing seemed to be very careful, he didn't answer Wanjun's words at all, and hurriedly said: "I want to go out to breathe, there are fierce beasts in this mountain, in order to prevent being attacked at night, I will keep vigil tonight, you can rest first." After speaking, he went straight out of the tent.
Wanjun didn't expect Qi Yang to react like this. Suddenly I couldn't laugh.
Seeing that Qi Yang was gone, Feng Zhiping said: "You guy just loves to play tricks on people."
Wanjun Chong Feng Zhiping said: "I was wrong, wait for you to let him in, the long clothes on his body are too big, you see how many clothes you have, bring him one."
On a tree not far from the tent, Qi Yang patted the snow off the branch, leaned on the branch, his eyes were focused, staring at the faint light and shadow between the dark treetops, sorting out those messy thoughts.
He thought of the master, thought of killing the man in black with the blue and white mask of the master, thought of whether Fenglai and Yumian were anxiously waiting for him at the Chengxiang Inn, thinking about it, he wrapped his clothes tightly to cover his body and cheeks, and fell asleep. He was also tired from the day's toss.
Seeing that Wanjun was already asleep next to Lin Xuan in the tent, Feng Zhiping found two cotton wool coats from the spirit bag and walked outside the tent.
He looked at the big tree that Qi Yang was running up when he came out just now, and at a glance he saw the tightly wrapped body of the clothes on the tree, and he jumped and came to the tree.
Qi Yang suddenly woke up: "Who is it?" A turned figure was already standing on the tree, and when he saw that it was Feng Zhiping, he asked, "Why are you here?" ”
Feng Zhiping handed one coat in his hand to Qi Yang, and the other one was draped on himself, and then said to Qi Yang: "Although Wanjun is a little naughty, her heart is not bad, don't blame her."
Qi Yang said: "Where does this start, she is a likable girl, to be honest, I like her a little."
Feng Zhiping said: "She may not like you, the person she likes is Lin Xuan, and it has been seven years."
Because it was too dark, although Qi Yang couldn't see Feng Zhiping's face, he obviously felt that this guy's liking for Wanjun was completely different from his liking for Wanjun.
Qi Yang said: "You like her?
Feng Zhiping said: "Yes."
Qi Yang said: "Why don't you tell her."
Feng Zhiping said: "If you are not afraid of losing, why are you sad and sad?"
Qi Yang was slightly puzzled: "What kind of feeling is this?"
Feng Zhiping said: "When you see her every day, you will feel that it is an incomparable beauty, pleasing to the eye, but when you think of the pain of losing her forever, you are not willing to take the risk of trying to have, but prefer to accompany her from afar."
Qi Yang said: "I envy you."
Feng Zhiping said: "Envy me?
Qiyang said: "I used to have a person I loved very much, and we depended on each other for our lives, but now I have lost him forever, and he is dead."
Feng Zhiping said: "You have a lot of stories."
Qi Yang didn't want to mention it again, and he fell silent in the treetops.
The cold wind in the mountains was still blowing coldly, blowing across his cheeks.
He said to Feng Zhiping: "I'm very sleepy, go back to the tent and rest."
Feng Zhiping said: "If you don't mind, I'm willing to stay on this tree."
Qi Yang replied, "I mind."
Feng Zhiping didn't think that Qi Yang would answer like this, so he had to turn over and get off the tree, when he walked to the entrance of the tent, looked back at the guy on the tree, but felt that the tree had disappeared, and couldn't help but rub his eyes, only to find that it was his own illusion, the guy was wrapped in the tree, motionless, afraid that he had fallen asleep.
Qi Yang was on the treetops, secretly smiling bitterly in his heart, someone was willing to sleep with him on the icy tree, but he refused, and he didn't know if he was doing it right, I was afraid that he would never have a chance again in the future, and if he didn't think about it, he closed his eyes and slept peacefully.
The cold moon is like a hook, lying quietly above the nine heavens, as if observing this cold world, the clouds and mist in the mountains drift with the wind, and the snow ridge seems to flicker. In between, some moonlight shone through the gaps in the branches and leaves above the treetops, forming starlight between the mountains.
Under the starlight, the shadows of the trees were jagged, and in the midst of it was a tree moving into the interior of the mountain. The tree fluttered into an open snowy field, hidden in the woods in between, and never moved. Qiyang, who was sleeping in a coat on this tree, knew nothing.
The Chengxiang Inn east of the Snow Ridge Mountains is surprisingly quiet at the moment, Feng Lai and Yu Mian looked a little lost in the bedroom, they searched all around the inn, but did not find a trace of Qi Yang, the group of people on the card game last night had set off to the Snow Ridge Mountain Range early in the morning, and now the inn is left with miscellaneous guys and the two of them, looking lonely and desolate, Feng Lai took out the square box brought by Qi Yang from the dark compartment at the bottom of the cabinet in the house, and slowly opened it.
At the moment when the box was opened, there was a strong multicolored light flashing in the room, and when the box was fully opened, Feng Lai and Yumian couldn't help but widen their eyes, and the sky was not only shining with colorful light at this moment, but also had a blood streak attached to the surface.
Yumian asked, "Senior brother, what is that?"
Feng Lai frowned slightly and said: "This is a terrible omen, Qi Yang is afraid that he is worried about his life, we have to find him quickly."
Under the night moon, the clouds and mist of the Snow Ridge Mountains gradually became thicker, and the entire mountain range was invisible.
In the deep ravine and cress in the clouds, there were wolves and tigers, and the sound of birds and dragons sounding.