Laws of Spirit Recycling

Chapter 58

Fu Jianchi leaned against the tree and looked at the white-walled courtyard opposite. There were two carved wooden doors tightly closed. Two old people sat on the steps in front of the wooden doors. It was two steaming steamed buns. The old woman was overjoyed and immediately gave one to her husband.

The two are naturally happy when they get fresh food in the cold winter, chatting and laughing, tasting the food in small bites. Although they are over fifty years old and their hair is gray, the way they look at each other reveals the tenderness and tacit understanding between husband and wife. .

Yu Yan trotted over from there, holding a white object in his hand, with a smile on his face: "Young Master Fu, I kept you waiting."

"You fumbled inside for a long time, only to get two buns? Since you want to save money, why don't you get more." Fu Jianchi didn't expect that he slipped back just to give two buns to the old man passing by, so he couldn't help laughing.

"The daily buns are distributed according to the number of people. If you take too much, other people will have nothing to eat." Seeing the old man sitting on the steps with a satisfied face eating buns, Yu Yan also showed a happy smile.

"Even other people's are counted." I don't know whether it's a compliment or helplessness, Fu Jianchi naturally reached out and touched his head.

"Every first and fifteenth day of the lunar new year, they would rush from the village to the city to sell some farm produce. When I passed by here on the way back, I would share one of my steamed buns with them. At first, I was less worried. Looking around, I found that not only were they not too hungry, but they also said that they were not hungry, so they gave each other the buns to eat, and finally the mother-in-law split the buns in half, and the old man snatched the half that was not trapped and ate it." Yu Yan looked back at the man beside him, "Isn't it funny? Dad really took great pains to let his wife eat the buns with holes."

"It's really rare to be able to maintain the original sincerity at this age." Fu Jianchi looked away indifferently, and looked at the boy with a smile in his eyes, "You too, and you can share your dinner with strangers."

"They are so old, they have to go in and out of the city in a day, and they must be tired, not to mention the cold and hungry feeling in the cold winter, if they have half a warm steamed stuffed bun to pad their stomachs at this time, I believe it will be good for them. It must be a gift in the snow, anyway, it’s nothing if I don’t eat a steamed stuffed bun at night.”

"You have a heart, but they don't know who is helping."

"It doesn't matter, as long as it can really help them." Yu Yan took a step forward involuntarily, thoughtfully: "I really envy them. They can have someone who is sincere and good to me. If I have someone like this It's good fortune..."

Hearing this, the smile on Fu Jianchi's face disappeared, and he suddenly saw the most important part clearly, and at the same time, a burst of worry rose in his heart.

"Master Fu, this is for you." Yu Yan handed him the thing in his hand, which turned out to be a snowball.

It's just that the snowball was several times bigger than usual, and it was heavy in the palm of your hand. Before asking, the other party walked in the direction it came from. Fu Jianchi poked a hole with his thumb, found that the inside was solid, and crushed the outside At first glance, the snow layer turned out to be a frozen and hardened bun.

Holding it in his hand, Fu Jianchi glanced at the old couple who had just finished eating and supported each other to get up in the distance. A clear smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he quickly caught up with Yu Yan, "Why did you give me a cold bun."

Yu Yan smiled slightly: "Because Mr. Fu doesn't need food to satisfy his hunger."

"You can still think of me. As a gift in return, I will give you something as well."

As soon as the words were finished, the cold wind suddenly picked up, rustling the branches above the head, and the unmelted snow slid off the leaves, in pieces, like flying snow, falling on the shoulders and the top of the head.

Fu Jianchi stared at him with a smile, "Do you still like it?"

Yu Yan picked up a few white snow petals in his hands, his eyes were clearer than the crystal clear frost and snow, "I like it, thank you."

The lights are like beans, and the dim light blurs a small piece of warm-colored world in the room. Yu Yan buried his head and wrote a few lines of verses that he didn't even understand.

There was no snow tonight, and there was only a crooked moon in the night, glowing with a faint light. Yu Yan didn't know whether the other party was admiring the moon or lost in thought, so he couldn't bear to disturb him, so he silently rested his chin and stared, following his thoughts.

"Yan'er, what are you in a daze for?" When Fu Jianchi turned around, he saw dripping ink all over the boy's hand holding the pen, and he approached the desk, "Why are you thinking so engrossed?"

Yu Yan put down his pen in a daze, and calmed down, "I was thinking that it didn't snow today, why did you bring me here?"

"Isn't it good here?" Fu Jianchi looked around, his eyes stayed outside the window, "It's quiet, with pen and ink, and even when there is no snowfall, you can see the unpredictable moonlight outside."

"And this is the place where Mr. Fu brought me here for the first time." With a certain solemn tone, Yu Yan added.

With a flash of eyes, Fu Jianchi raised his eyebrows, with a soft smile on his lips, "You remember clearly."

Yu Yan pursed his lips and smiled embarrassedly. After hesitating for a moment, he sat behind the desk and asked, "Where is Mr. Fu? What was Mr. Fu thinking just now?"

Fu Jianchi's eyes suddenly became deep, and Yu Yan only saw his side face with slightly lowered eyes, and replied in a hoarse voice: "I'm thinking about something important."

"What's the matter?" For some reason, a bad premonition suddenly popped up in my heart. Thinking of Mr. Fu's silence from time to time in recent days, I opened my mouth and asked, "Is it related to me? The time...is it coming?"

Star-like eyes in the night stared deeply at the young man, and Fu Jianchi's silence made Yu Yan even more uneasy.A man's voice came from downstairs, followed by creaking from upstairs.

"Someone is coming!" Yu Yan got up and looked at the man in a panic.

The candlelight went out in an instant, and the room returned to darkness. Yu Yan's hand was held up by someone, and he followed him to the outside of the house.

"Will it be discovered?"

Yu Yan held his breath, even though he knew that no one could see him, he still lowered his voice.Under the dim moonlight, Fu Jianchi was beside him.

"Then what do you think we should do?" The man chuckled and took a step forward to look downstairs, "Why don't we jump down?"

"Jump down from here...?" Yu Yan showed an unbelievable expression, and leaned out half of his body to look down. The night blurred the boundaries and distances, but there was a dangerous atmosphere, and he couldn't help retracting his neck.

"Are you scared?" Fu Jianchi asked softly in his ear.

Hearing the familiar voice, he regained his senses from the fear. Yu Yan looked at the man and shook his head, his watery eyes showed unprecedented tenacity, "I'm not afraid."

"Then close your eyes and you'll be downstairs soon."

Closing his eyes obediently, the hand that Yu Yan had been holding was holding him backwards. There was no movement, let alone the weightlessness of falling. Everything was silent. He could only feel the changes in the dark world with the palm he touched. .

"All right."

Yu Yan opened his eyes, and it was white snow falling quietly around, the surrounding scenery changed, they were not downstairs, but came to the top of a tall building, the vast night in front of them was boundless, and the moonlight above their heads seemed to be within reach .

Under the light snowflakes, Fu Jianchi's deep eyes became more gentle, like frost gradually melting, with a moist luster.

"It's snowing!" Yu Yan looked up at the snow without blinking. After a while, he realized that only the small area on the roof was snowing. When he looked elsewhere, there was still only the motionless moonlight.

"This is the snow transformed by spiritual power, Mr. Fu, if other people see it..."

Fu Jianchi raised the corners of his lips and stared at him, "As long as you see it, you like it."

A snowflake lightly fell on the man's brow, and Yu Yan felt that he was also that insignificant soft object, covering the other's indifferent and peaceful eyebrows, accidentally falling into misty eyes.

The young man was attracted, and the hands that were holding each other felt like an electric shock, trembling in the bottom of his heart.The man lowered his head, as if he had a thousand words to say, the approaching face was constantly enlarged in his sight, Yu Yan hurriedly closed his eyes.

Only one finger away, they stopped at the lips that were about to touch, and Fu Jianchi's eyes were full of doubts, and he unconsciously increased his strength while holding the young man's hand.

"Yan'er, what was... your unfulfilled long-cherished wish?"

Facing the re-emerged question, Yu Yan was no longer in a daze. With a smile on his lips, he replied softly: "I want to be like the mother-in-law and father who share the buns, with someone who treats each other sincerely and spends the rest of my life together."

The doubt in Fu Jianchi's eyes suddenly turned into sadness, like an inaudible low sigh, "Did that person show up?"

Yu Yan hesitated, "I... I'm not sure."

"If that person shows up, what do you want to do with him?"

"Going places you've never been, seeing snow...like now."

The white snow fell on the young man's forehead, like graying hair suddenly. Fu Jianchi brushed them away one by one. Yu Yan couldn't help but be silent for a long time. He wanted to open his eyes, but was covered by a hand.

"hold on."

The eyelashes, like frightened butterflies, trembled a few times in the palm of his hand, and finally drooped docilely.Fu Jianchi withdrew his hand, spread his palm, and a floating light bead suddenly appeared.

The man stared at the boy with his eyes closed tightly, as if looking at his lover for the last time. He raised his hand and pushed the white light bead into the other's head.He understands that no matter how deep nostalgia, affection, and tenderness will be in the future, they will all be erased together, quietly in the bottom of his heart, silent in the sealed old dream.

wake up.The decadent petals bloomed on the side of the stamen again, and the snow that condensed into ice fell on the ground instantly light, returned to the night sky that belonged to it, and fell slowly, the black and white picture became colorful, overlapping with the people in front of it.

It turns out...it turns out that these thousand years are the time he cut off his delusions and forcibly extended the time, so that the undead that should have been eliminated at that time traveled all over the rivers and mountains, and saw the changing scenery, the changing seasons, and the passing years. Easy to change, seeing through all kinds of things in the world... Yu Yan didn't even dare to think about these things, but there is a person who is willing to violate the laws and give away the leisurely time.

The pen that has long been out of ink is dipped in the dye that came out of nowhere, and every stroke written in the future is full of brilliance, and every stroke is precious.

"If that person shows up, what do you want to do with him?"

"Going places you've never been, seeing snow...like now."

He has always been by his side, accompanying him to every place he has never been to, with the only high-sounding reason he can use.Even though they can't get closer again, even though listening to each other's heartbeat, touching, and looking at each other... these have become extravagant hopes, Yu Yan doesn't complain at all, on the contrary, he only now understands how much it takes to maintain a distance to balance the relationship. Forbearance and self-restraint.

Then Mr. Fu... How did he support it until now?His seemingly cold and stern face, his eyes without emotional ups and downs, are completely different from the indifferent and somewhat gentle person in his memory. Is this just a disguise he deliberately put on?Hide the heart that beats at the same frequency as yourself.

He is using the safest way to preserve Yu Yan's remaining extension cords. At the same time, this is also the cruelest tenderness...not leaking traces, not expressing, not caring, and trying his best to restrain himself. The gleam of concern revealed between the fingers confuses the young man almost all the time, hovering on the verge of loss countless times.

Finally landed, the floating heart got gravity from the outside world, and sank back into its own chest cavity.

"Mr. Fu, can I hug you?" Yu Yan raised his tear-stained face, his voice was hoarse, but he was no longer timid.

His body has begun to change, as if a few pieces of a jigsaw puzzle have been taken away, Fu Jianchi's complex and difficult eyes became dim, revealing deep grief, and he embraced Yu Yan without saying a word.

"It's so warm..." It turns out that the feeling of hugging is so warm.

Yu Yan hugged Fu Jianchi tightly, greedy for the temperature he had never felt before. This was the warmth in his short life and the gift in his long life. The extra time he gained was made up of this person, and he What I want to thank is the appearance of the other party, his company every minute and every second, and his silent protection, so that the illusory time has a profound and long-lasting meaning.

Tears wet the skirt of his clothes, Yu Yan calmly closed his eyes, his body dissipated non-stop, as if the heat in the cold weather was gradually disintegrating.

A hoarse voice rang in his ears.

"I love you."

Yu Yan finally couldn't help crying loudly. He buried his head in the other's chest, his whole body trembling. He was agitated by this confession, which was over a thousand years late, and that his feelings of nowhere had a destination.

"I know, I know everything..."

But what if you know?They are doomed to bear parting.Hope is often ignited after disappointment, and parting always follows closely after reunion. No one can change the warning line of the world and the life and death treaty of the underworld. Even if luck slows down the pace, when the real destiny comes, they Can only obey.

Weak enough to not even have the courage to confirm each other's sincerity.

Fortunately, Yu Yan feels that he is lucky. He got the pure and true love he dreamed of, instead of living in a sloppy dream. He found someone who is willing to give his only food to him in the face of hunger and cold, even if the years go by. , gray hair, he can also firmly believe in the other party's unchanging heart.

Looking back on the details of getting along, he can even truly grasp the tenderness hidden under the mask.The yin-yang car drove steadily into the night, and the snow scene that suddenly appeared was originally transformed by the other party's spiritual power. The scenery along the way was so short that nothing was left, but it lit up dazzlingly white time after time during his dull time like running water. Light.

There was an empty shock in the bottom of my heart. Yu Yan raised his head and met Fu Jianchi's eyes. No amount of words could express his state of mind at this moment. kiss.

Like the soft cotton candy I have seen before, like the flying catkins that follow the early spring, Yu Yan feels that he is passing through light things and falling continuously. He is not a small grain of sand, but a piece of crystal and shining snow. Falling into someone's palm, because of the warmth, it melts into water droplets.

"Xiaoyan! Xiaoyan—" Cai Xiaonan knelt on the ground, crying loudly, "Why did you disappear...why, don't leave, don't disappear!"

Seeing this scene, Ren Yijun couldn't bear it, thinking of Ren Qianfan who was still waiting for news in the gazebo, he whispered to himself: "It seems... Patriarch will be depressed for a while."

Yan Zequan had already left at some point, and the wind and snow covered up the traces of pedestrians' footsteps, and the wind and snow drifted down freely, as if it would never stop.

The world was silent for a moment, only the snow was falling silently, without the slanting rain, they came in dense crowds from the night, like hopes accumulated for a long time behind the clouds, each piece was a small flying wing , it carries pure and sincere beauty, because of its extraordinarily precious weight, so it is doomed to be unable to vacate, so it can only hang down low and quietly...

Hanging on the leaves, the wind blows, making a rustling note-like sound, which is the sound that teenagers like.His star-like eyes that light up when he is happy, the corners of his lips that are slightly pursed when he hesitates, his eyelashes that pretend to be naturally drooped when he is lost, his timidity, his bravery, his indifference, his kindness, his concentration on the scenery , for the perfunctory of human beings, he always wants to get closer, but hesitates, like a child, very easy to be satisfied,

His voice, smile, and everything about him are deeply imprinted in Fu Jianchi's mind. Even if there is nothing in his arms, he will always remember that Yan'er... survived in another world in such an invisible way.

finished?It's all over after all... The bright day and the dark night, from now on, he is alone again in the world.

One thousand three hundred and seven years ago, night, snow.

"For that child, is it worth defying the laws of the underworld?" Ren Qianfan asked in a deep voice, standing with his hands behind his back.

Fu Jianchi glanced out of the pavilion, and there was a slender figure in the wind and snow staring at him blankly, "Whether it's worth it or not is my business."

Ren Qianfan sighed softly, his voice was swallowed by the whistling of the wind, he shook his head, and said in a helpless tone, "If you sent away a few more undead, you would have the chance to be reincarnated. This is what so many envoys want. Why bother?" Being emotional and ruining my way to be a human being in the next life... Do you know? This is going to start all over again!"

"The world is turbulent and people's hearts are unpredictable. For me, it's better to go back and forth between the Yin and Yang realms now, not to mention..." Fu Jianchi turned around and looked at the young man who was squatting on the ground and kneading the students, "Starting again, there will be a difference place."

"Forget it, since you've made up your mind, it's useless for me to say more, anyway, you have to pay back the favor you owe." Ren Qianfan took out a stack of yellow talismans from his sleeve and handed them to him, "You should know the time limit for the appearance talisman. Come get it from me when you're done."

"Thank you." Fu Jianchi took it and put it in his cuff, walked a few steps, turned around and said, "Remember what you promised me."

Ren Qianfan gave an impatient "tsk" and stroked the beard on his lips, "I've always kept my mouth shut, even if he asked me, I wouldn't say anything."

Seeing the back of the man walking out of the gazebo, Ren Qianfan felt emotional and let out a long sigh.

"Mr. Fu, is the reminiscence over so soon?" Yu Yan was laughing, because he vaguely saw a smile on the corner of the other party's mouth, but when he came up to him, what he saw was the other party's stern expression, which made him feel uncomfortable. Hold back your smile.

"Well, let's go."

Yu Yan pointed at the pavilion, "But I saw him shaking his head, as if he was unhappy, do you want to comfort him?"

"No, I'll let you get to know each other next time."

Fu Jianchi's words carried an indisputable tone, and Yu Yan nodded in response: "Okay."

The two walked side by side for a few steps in the snow, when Yu Yan suddenly stopped, "By the way, Mr. Fu, this is for you." He held a round and smooth snowball and handed it to Fu Jianchi.

The man was stunned, took the snowball and stared at it for a while, and then broke it open.

"Young master Fu... there is nothing inside." Seeing the other party's strange behavior, Yu Yan carefully explained.

"I know."

There will be nothing.Fu Jianchi looked at the young man in front of him, his hair was covered with snow, bits and pieces covered his soft hair, and he wanted to brush it off for him, but he stopped when he raised his hand.

Withdrawing his hand, ignoring the sudden dimming of the other party's clear eyes, he walked straight forward. The young man behind him, creaking on the snow, followed him step by step.

The heavy snow filled the air, and the two people in the wind and snow gradually turned into two blurred snow spots along the way they came.

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