The passage in front of Yunqi was a little narrow and deep, winding downward, and I didn't know how deep it was.

There is no light source, but the passage is as bright as day, and the slightest trace is visible.

Yunqi's fingers slid across the rough walls, dry and cool, and she walked slowly, trampling in the narrow space, rhythmic echoes, gradually reaching into the depths.

Nan Sheng sat on the root vine, listening attentively, looking focused.

The white spruce fit softly to the body, without a trace of wrinkles, obviously carefully arranged, and even the roots that protruded from under the hem of his clothes had been carefully concealed by him, and it was difficult to see the clues from the front.

The wine jar around him was also gone, and he had already twisted it into powder with his magical powers, evenly spreading it under his feet, and with the ripples of the water in the dome, the sky was colored and shadowed on it, as if it was covered with the most expensive carpet in a foreign land.

The sound was gradual, he was a little apprehensive, his Adam's apple rolled up and down unnaturally, and he simply picked up a Buddhist scripture from his side, but he didn't write down a word at the moment.

The first thing that caught my eye was a fluttering skirt, and then Yunqi turned out of the passage and walked towards him.

"Xiao Qi, don't come unharmed. Nan Sheng's gaze moved away from the book, the corners of his mouth hooked a shallow arc, and slowly stood up.

Yunqi was dressed in a plain skirt, no decoration, plain and elegant, with a head like a waterfall, simply held by a red thread, revealing a beautiful face, at this time the tears on the cheeks were meandering, wetting the carefully prepared makeup, I saw pity.

"Brother!"

As soon as Yun Qi's eyes touched Nan Sheng, he couldn't restrain himself, and rushed over like a moth to a fire, plunging into his arms.

The desire to speak is choked, and the tears fall like a string of beads, as if the grievances of these years, the thoughts of these years, and the stubbornness of disguise over the years have all turned into tears, endlessly.

Yunqi's brother with a crying voice awakened Nansheng's dusty memories for a long time, and when they first met, this sensible little girl nestled in his arms, crying endlessly.

The impression of Yunqi is a well-behaved and sensible child, Jiazi has not been seen, and when she sees her again, she is already full of gorgeous hair, and her form and spirit are almost exhausted.

Nan Sheng's heart softened, the smile on the corner of his mouth became softer, and he raised his left hand to wrap around Yunqi and gently soothe her on her back.

"Xiao Qi is a big girl, just like when she was a child, she is a crybaby. ”

"Brother, I miss you. Yunqi arched back and forth in Nan Sheng's arms like a small beast, tears soaked a large piece of his chest placket, and his hands passed under Nan Sheng's ribs, tightly surrounding him, for fear that as soon as he let go, Nan Sheng would disappear, just like every night she had cried and woke up.

"Xiao Qi, now that my strength is rising, my brother is almost out of breath. ”

Nan Sheng rubbed Yun Qi's carefully dressed hair, which was dazzling white, and Nan Sheng's eyes were a little sour.

Yunqi Hao Yan let go of her hand, but one hand was still holding Nan Sheng's clothes, and she never let go, just slightly distanced herself, staring affectionately, the person who made her think about it was also looking at her with a smile.

Yun Qi's slender fingers roamed over Nan Sheng's cheeks, slicing his forehead, caressing his eyebrows, skimming his mouth and nose, until the person in front of him gradually completely overlapped with the image in his impression.

"You're still the same as you used to be, you haven't changed at all. ”

"Come and coax me again, I don't have any candy on me right now. ”

Nan Sheng stroked Yunqi's face dotingly, "It's Xiao Qi, it has changed a lot, the little heel who likes to cry in my impression is now slim and has grown into an adult." ”

"Brother~" Yun Qijiao snorted, her eyes slipped on Nan Sheng's mutilated right arm, and her mood gradually became low. "Your hand..."

"It's okay to be old. Nan Sheng glanced sideways at his right shoulder, and his tone was calm. "Let's sit down and talk. ”

The two sat next to each other, Yun Qi put his head on the, gently leaned on Nan Sheng's shoulder, slowly closed his eyes, and his tone was a little faintly tired. "Brother, I've been looking for you for years. ”

"I know. ”

"You are trapped here, how do you know, oh, it must have been the Wuxiang Zen Master who told you. ”

Nan Sheng shook his head slightly, every time Yunqi came over the years, he could take a look at it from afar, but at this time, he didn't mention it.

"You've worked hard all these years. ”

"I really can't hold on without your news before. Yunqi's eyes were slightly red, and he had the urge to cry.

"Until I met Master Wuxiang, he said that you are in the Hanging Temple, and when he learned that you are still alive, even if he can't meet immediately, he will be inexplicably at ease, and he will no longer feel that I am alone in this world. ”

Yun Qi snorted, wiped his face with his sleeve, stopped those grievances, and smiled at Nan Sheng.

Later, when I thought of seeing each other again in this life, I felt a little happy in my heart, and I didn't feel hard. ”

Nan Sheng's heart was very blocked, and he stretched out his hand to touch his side habitually, but he was empty, the wine jar was crushed by him, where was there still wine, and he sighed silently.

Those red purple eyes gradually filled with gloom and melancholy.

"If you're tired, just sleep for a while, it's okay. ”

"Brother. ”

"Huh?"

"It's all your fault. ”

"Oh?"

"People don't feel tired, but when you say it, they get a little sleepy. ”

"Then sleep for a while, I'll be here with you, and I'm not going anywhere. ”

"Pull the hook. Yunqi stretched out his left hand, his little finger slightly bent, and a smile on his face.

"Good. Nan Sheng smiled knowingly and stretched out his left hand.

"Hanging on the hook will not change for a hundred years. ”

"Hmm. Nan Sheng's hand was slightly clenched, and the palm of his hand was Yunqi's slightly cool Rouyi, and at that moment, he felt that he, who boasted of having nothing, had the whole world again.

"Little Seven. ”

"Brother?"

"Sleep in peace!"

"Hmm. ”

Yun Qi rested on Nan Sheng's lap, holding his shirt with one hand and wrapping around his waist with the other.

White hair like a waterfall, like snow, covered with knees.

......

"Brother?"

"Yes. ”

"I used to sing that nursery rhyme when you lulled me to sleep, and I hadn't heard it in years. ”

Yunqi closed his eyes, like a kitten, and gently rubbed his cheek on Nan Sheng's legs, and between his noses, it was the smell of Nan Sheng's long-lost taste, which made people feel at ease.

"Okay," Nan Sheng's eyes were full of pity, and he patted her on the back gently, as if he had coaxed her to sleep back then, and his movements were gentle.

"Lang rode a bamboo horse and went around the bed to make green plums. Living together for a long time, the two have no suspicion ......"

Nan Sheng's singing voice echoed in the empty underground space, his voice was low, and the tune was calm and peaceful.

Yunqi's breath gradually stabilized and long, Nan Sheng's singing voice gradually lowered, lowered her eyes, and glanced at it, the tear stains on her cheeks were still wet and not dry, but she slept sweetly like a kitten.

Baiyun Canggou, after years of fingers, Yunqi and Nansheng reunited in another country, not as earth-shattering and magnificent as imagined.

Everything is so ripe, so plain, so natural, as if it has never been separated.

"Xiao Qi, I will protect you for the rest of your life. Nan Sheng pressed his chin against Yun Qi's forehead and whispered.

The corners of Yunqi's lips secretly raised, and he fell into a deep sleep.

.