...... It's been another tiring day.

Su Changqing returned home with a tired body, and his hands were already faintly sore.

After pouring a basin of hot water, he put his frozen and skinned hand into the hot water, and felt a sense of soreness.

Now that winter is approaching, because there is no water heater at home, it is not convenient to take a bath at all, so Su Changqing only takes a bath once every other week, and there is a kind of "I don't bathe for many years, and my skin is full of dirt." Today, I am bathing, and I am more than thin. "Feeling.

Even the leaves and the little black cat haven't bathed for a long time.

Except for the smell of the leaves, the kitten didn't smell much.

Su Changqing wiped his hands with a towel, rubbed his hands and hid under the covers. In this place, only the quilt is the warmest.

Shaking and huddled under the covers, he shivered and took out a book from under his pillow. The cover of this book was cold, Su Changqing was frozen, and he only felt that there was a large stream of cold wind rushing to his neck, which made his scalp numb.

When I looked up, I realized that the window was not closed. The window was old-fashioned wooden and covered with a thin layer of paper. Although it looked like it would break with a poke, Su Changqing knew from the system that this paper was actually very thick.

But no matter how thick the paper is, it's useless, every time the window is closed, the cold wind blows in like a death.

Shrinking himself into a ball as much as possible, Su Changqing got out of bed, stuffed his feet into his slippers, and ran to close the window with a crackling pace.

The leaves were hiding in the corner of the room, and the little black cat was still hanging on its body, lying on the blanket and falling asleep.

At this time, the telephone rang loudly, and the big white dog yawned lazily and shook his body.

Su Changqing took out his mobile phone and took a look at it and found that it was Wang Pingzhao.

As soon as he answered the phone, the rough voice of the other party came.

Su Changqing listened carefully, it turned out that the other party was saying that he couldn't come to see him when he was traveling these days!

Travel. He smacked his lips and hung up the phone, feeling a little envious in his heart.

But this is also something that requires money and energy to play, Su Changqing felt a little gloomy in his heart, and sighed softly.

He pondered for a moment, crouched down, and pulled a wooden box out of the bed. This wooden box is for books, and you can ask for a strong aroma of ink from afar.

Su Changqing sniffed vigorously, a little intoxicated by the smell.

After fumbling in the box for a long time, he found a travelogue inside.

Since you can't travel in reality, it's also excellent to travel in fantasy.

Su Changqing was happy, and thought of it a little bitterly.

He read "Selected Travelogues of Ancient China", which he had bought from a second-hand book stall out of boredom before, and he had never read a brand new page.

After taking out the scarf from the cabinet and enclosing the whole person, he tucked his hand into his sleeve and stretched out a finger to gently rub the slightly yellowed paper.

“...... The clear spring is diverted and injected, the mirror of Luyuan is clean in the Tianchi, the aragonite is colorful, the glow is like a draped face, the tamari pine is fragrant grass, and the eyes are clear. ”

As he read and thought, he suddenly thought of the big lake next to Huanhu Village.

He didn't know the name of the lake, but he remembered that the mountain fog was hazy, and the lake was as green as a piece of jasper, and from time to time a few white stripes jumped out of the water.

After reading the book for a while, he put the futon on the bed, draped himself in the quilt and began to meditate all night.

This is a way to increase the pineal gland, although there is still nothing to see "can see the surface and know the inside, the qi and the machine sympathetic, can look at the color and cut off the disease, and can also see what you can't see on a daily basis." But these days, his spirit has changed a lot, so Su Changqing is still persistent.

Maybe it will take a few years before it works.

Su Changqing thought lightly, but there was no impatience in his heart.

......

*

Today is a good day, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the clouds are like smoke. It wasn't until the lights on the street went out one after another that two figures quietly slipped out of the teahouse.

The two figures, one tall and one short, walked down the street, as if there were meat pads under their feet without making any sound, and then, with a slight leap, jumped onto the eaves, and turned into two red-haired foxes, and then turned around, and a black wind swept towards the mountain.

There is a ruined temple on the mountain, and an old man often comes to clean it on weekdays, so it is very clean, and it also saves two foxes to clean it.

And at this moment, in the ruined temple, the lights are bright, and a middle-aged man is leaning next to the red pillar in the temple, with a large cauldron in front of him.

A fox stepped on the soft pad of flesh, jumped gracefully, jumped over the threshold, flicked its tail, and then transformed into a human form—a middle-aged man with a smile on his face.

"You're here. The middle-aged man leaning next to the red pillar glanced lightly at the man who had turned into a red-haired fox and said.

As he spoke, another fox came in from outside, and became a young man.

If Su Changqing was here, he would definitely be able to recognize who these three people were.

Among them, the smiling man was Bai Qi, and the young man was the shopkeeper in the teahouse, and the last one leaning next to the red pillar was the storyteller surnamed Liu.

This temple used to enshrine the mountain god of this mountain, but now the mountain god here is long gone, so this temple is used as a place of entertainment by these three monsters, and when they are free, they will play here.

Bai Qi looked up at the statue that had been wiped, lowered his head and laughed a few times.

Then, he stretched out his head to look at the gurgling cauldron in front of him, sniffed, and smiled a little, "You old sheep, now you can eat the same kind." ”

Liu Yang glanced at him and did not speak.

Sheep eat sheep, Liu Yang does not have the slightest sense of guilt, this is like a human eating a monkey, although the two species are similar, but there is an essential difference.

Instead, the young man sat down with a swagger, looking at the cauldron with some salivation.

After taking out the dishes and chopsticks to divide the food, Bai Qi covered his mouth and burped, took out a teapot from his arms, poured tea for the three of them, looked at the moon outside the temple gate, and commented with a smile.

These three monsters are also elegant on weekdays, although they can't compose poems, but they say one by one, "The bright moon is not a branch of the magpie, and the breeze chirps cicadas in the middle of the night." ", "The young girl Su'e is resistant to cold, and she fights Chanjuan in the frost in the middle of the month. ”

even called the moon into a white moon disk, and the demons danced in the temple one by one.

Suddenly, Bai Qi stretched out his hand, pointed to the bright moon in the sky, and said, "Why don't you ask Chang'e to go down to earth and dance lightly?"

Then he took out a piece of paper from his bosom, put it in the palm of his hand and blew it gently.

The white paper seemed to be the silhouette of a person, and he blew it in the air in one breath, and then flew towards the moon.

Immediately afterwards, a woman who looked like a fairy descended from the moon, at this time, the music did not know where it sounded, accompanied by the beautiful woman, dancing as a "neon dress dance".

At the end of the song, several people laughed, and their voices were like ghosts.