The round moon hung in the dark blue sky, and the twinkling stars and Milky Way sketched past. Unlike the sun's brilliance, the cool and gentle moonlight spilled onto the ground...
The misty clouds hovered around the mountains and the damp dark little buildings. Late at night with heavy dew, the red fiery robes on them reflected a few strands of red and gold hue under the moonlight, with tiny droplets sticking to them and sliding down.
Wang Xiaomie looked blankly at the rundown stone path overgrown with weeds in front of him, and the pile of decayed wood that could still vaguely be seen as a once magnificent academy building.
"What's wrong with you, Sleepy Lamp?" someone embraced him from behind and pulled him into his arms.
It was Windy Jin, also looking at the abandoned ancient ruins, with a gentle smile in his eyes.
"It's nothing, just feeling like it's familiar... I didn't expect there to be such an ancient building above our tomb." Wang Xiaomie looked at the charred traces on the remnants and felt unexpectedly distressed.
A strange emotion stuck in his throat, neither coming up nor going down, he inexplicably felt melancholic.
"This place looks like the one in my dreams..."
"You're overthinking, junior brother, have you forgotten? Our sect was fine when we had the accident, how could something happen to them?" He lowered his head and looked tenderly at Wang Xiaomie, "This place is where the spiritual energy converges, and the dragon's veins are located nearby, but it was once occupied by a group of scum. Later, I took care of them and built the underground palace here."
"Junior brother, do you think I did a good thing? Hmm?" Wang Xiaomie nodded absentmindedly at the ruined buildings, "... You did do a good thing indeed."
He slowly lifted his lips with a smirk, revealing a sinister and sickly smile on his soft and handsome face, his eyes staring tightly at Wang Xiaomie's frowning brows, finding a hint of satisfaction in seeing him uncomfortable!
"Senior brother, look, those scum who opposed us are all dead, those filthy and dirty ones have been burnt to ashes by me. I'm building an underground palace here, so that those people, even in death, can see that we will always be together..."
"Don't look at it, Xiaomie," Nightfall concealed his gloating expression under the cover of darkness, speaking with the most wicked expression and the gentlest words. "There's nothing interesting here. It's dirty and messy. Let's wait for the sunrise over there, okay?"
"Oh? Okay." Wang Xiaomie rubbed his chest and was led by Wen Fengjin to a large tree in the distance, with several stone benches underneath, one of which had already been broken.
Wen Fengjin took out a handkerchief to wipe away the dust and sat down beside Wang Xiaomie.
The tree, growing lush on one side and withering on the other, had thick branches that were easy to climb even with an arm's embrace.
The wind blowing through the mountains brought a refreshing scent of vegetation to Wang Xiaomie's nose, dispelling the oppressive feeling and finally lifting his spirits.
For some reason, sitting here felt very cool, as if this big tree was emitting a cool breeze.
"Fengjin, what kind of tree is this? It has a fresh and cool scent, like a mint tree!"
Wen Fengjin hesitated for a moment, and as his narrow eyes glanced sideways, a fleeting and inexplicable smirk appeared deep in his eyes, and then passed gently over to Wang Xiaomie. He rolled up his broad sleeves and revealed his pale arms and slender, bony fingers.
In a drawn-out tone, he said softly, "This is just an ordinary tree. Xiaomie, you probably feel cool because...?"
"Because of what?"
"Because this is where I hanged the trash... One hundred and seventy-three people hung from the tree, swaying in the wind. One branch even snapped. Oh, and after their necks were hanged, they would look down at the people below the tree. It was quite interesting. Heh~"
"..."
"I can't believe it!"
A cool breeze blew from behind, as if someone's gaze was fixed on him...
Wang Xiaomie screamed in horror and leapt up, but was restrained by Wen Fengjin who reached out his arm and pulled him into his embrace. Just as Wang Xiaomie was about to break free, he heard Wen Fengjin burst into laughter.
"I lied to you," he said.
His black eyes filled most of his eye sockets, watching the panicked expression of the person in his arms with deep affection and a surge of love.
"Haha, you're so cute."
"Cute my foot! Scared to death!"
"But Senior brother, I'm already dead."
"Do you want me to bite you?"
"I know you have a big mouth!"
"How could I not know that?!"
"Woof woof woof!"
Wang Xiaomie tried to punch him, but her hand was held. Wen Fengjin showed great interest as he kissed her slightly cold and pale fingertips, causing Wang Xiaomie's hair to stand on end in an instant.
"Where to? Just tell me where you want me to bite?"
"... You're looking forward to it so much! Back off!"
As Wang Xiaomie struggled in Wen Fengjin's arms, he heard Wen Fengjin's voice from above, "I brought you here today for a purpose, Xiaomie, take a look."
He took out a golden pair of scissors and a red-golden hairband, placing them in Wang Xiaomie's hand.
"Have you ever heard of the hair-binding ceremony..."
"Living endlessly is not what I want, what I want is to be your spouse for life..."
"Mouth to mouth, tooth to tooth, no matter what we become, we will not abandon each other, we will keep each other in our hearts. Senior brother, I told you to wait for me, and I will definitely come back to marry you."
"I've done it. Are you willing to fulfill the promise and marry me as my wife?"
The dense mountain fog, like surging white sea water, the stars in the sky faded, and the moon was about to leave.
A few strands of orange light with the warmth of dispersing damp cold were projected onto their bodies in their red wedding attire...
At this moment, Wen Fengjin's expression was so warm, his eyes narrowed, a face no longer always filled with a ruthless and excessively soft and handsome countenance enough to make people dizzy.
Wang Xiaomie was stunned, as if she had seen the child in the academy who had obstinately wanted to marry her senior brother. For a moment, she had the illusion that she had loved this man for a long, long time...
"You've figured it out a long time ago," Wang Xiaomie sighed and took the scissors.
"To become husband and wife openly in the sunlight with you is my obsession. Everything I've done is for this day. You need to say it clearly: 'I promise you.'"
Wen Fengjin lowered his eyes, showing a faint smile that seemed to make Wang Xiaomie feel like he was crying.
In reality, perhaps Wen Fengjin himself didn't know. His expression always carried a fierceness, whether he was hugging, kissing, or even smiling.
It was as if his next beautiful dream would shatter, and he would take someone down with him.
Wang Xiaomie had long realized that he was not a gentle person, but he was irretrievably intoxicated by the way Wen Fengjin looked at him...
*I seem to be a love-starved admirer of good looks.*
Wang Xiaomie smiled bitterly, reaching out to grab their long hair and tying a strand of it together with the hairband in this position. The raven-black long hair mingled together.
Wang Xiaomie's hair was softer and finer, while Wen Fengjin's hair was tougher in hand.
People often say that those with soft hair have a good temper, while those with tough hair are determined.
The sun gradually rises, and everything around begins to revive. The green leaves of the plants flutter like jade, and water droplets drip from the leaves. In the fresh air, birds chirp melodiously.
A golden light shines forth...
The person behind us holds and rocks the person sitting on their lap, resting their head on the other's neck, swaying their body and softly singing a hoarse ancient tune, watching as the one being held uses delicate fingers to braid the hair of the two into a thin braid.
The golden scissors cut the braid, which is then wrapped with a red hair tie.
The song stops, and Wenfengjin's arms tightly embrace his body from behind, grabbing onto the braid firmly.
"Wenfengjin, call me once, 'Wenfengjin...'"
Wang Xiaomie was a bit shy, but still called out, "Wenfengjin..."
"Wenfengjin, you said you love me..." The low and hoarse voice seemed to change its tone.
Wang Xiaomie hesitated for a long time before whispering, "I, I, um... I love you."
The last two words were barely audible, and for a while, Wenfengjin did not respond. Just when Wang Xiaomie thought Wenfengjin had not heard, a few drops of something fell on his face and shoulder...
Huh? Is it raining?
Wang Xiaomie wanted to reach out to catch it, but suddenly looked up and said, "Wenfengjin, it's raini--"
"Don't look!"
A cold hand covered Wang Xiaomie's eyes.
Wang Xiaomie lowered his head in a daze, constantly replaying in his mind the face that, no matter how it tried to conceal it, still exuded an indifferent expression, revealing a blank and almost desperate and sorrowful despair, those black eyes filled with transparent liquid...
Wenfengjin was crying.
It was definitely not a joyful expression.
Why?
He clearly said it, so why?
After a long time, the person behind him let him go and stood up, carefully placing the long hair back into his embrace, and put on a gentle disguise on his face again, saying, "Let's go, Senior Brother, it's time for us to go back..."
They walked a long distance hand in hand. Wang Xiaomie pursed his lips and asked softly, "Do you want Wenfengjin's affection... or mine?"
The person in front stopped, then tightened the grip on his hand.
"What are you talking about? You are who you are, Wenfengjin. Let's go home..."
Looking at the broad shoulders in front of him, Wang Xiaomie sighed.
His heart was completely chilled.