[Bo Qing] Straw pillow

If you want to say where the beauty of Lanshan is, Seimei can probably list more than ten in detail.The mist that rises in the morning, or the twilight in the sky at night, if you look carefully, you can find the dewdrops on the grass and trees, and you can find the birds fluttering in the mountains and forests if you listen carefully.These are the most beautiful things in the world, and they are all subtle things. Every clear and bright thing can be seen in the eyes and kept in the heart.

Thinking about it carefully, he has never had such an opportunity to count all the beauties in the world so calmly.His most ordinary days should be cooking tea and admiring flowers, and his most ordinary feelings should be loneliness and tranquility, but such days are gone forever after Boya appeared in his life.

The tea under the flower is no longer just a cup, and he is no longer the only one who watches the cherry blossoms.All the so-called lonely feelings disappeared, replaced by the warmth and satisfaction that filled my chest every morning when I woke up.

Seimei always wakes up early.Taking advantage of the sunshine through the small window in the early morning to kiss Boya's peaceful and stable face, Seimei would stare at him quietly, occasionally raising his hand to caress his lover's cheek.In the past, when waking up from a dream, he would only see the ceiling of his own house, but now when he wakes up from a dream, what he can see is the person he loves deeply.

An Ran was as happy as a dream.

Work at sunrise and rest at sunset.In addition to farming in the fields not far away every day, Boya also goes fishing by the Guichuan River when he feels the whim.If he caught a big fish, he would bring it back to Qingming to take care of it. If he failed to catch a fish, he would go a long way to pick some unknown flowers for Qingming to take home.Boya knows that no matter what he does, he will win the gentle smile of his lover, so he never tires of it.

However, Boya prefers to bring the ingredients home.He enjoyed standing behind Qingming with his arms around his waist and watching him cook, and even Qingming's somewhat helpless scolding sounded extremely cute to him.

He never thought that he would have such a day that he would not have to suffer from the intricacies of the court, nor would he have to find ways to avoid the flattery and flattery of those ministers.I can see the face of my lover every day, and fall asleep hugging my lover every night, just like ordinary people.In the past, it was just a luxury, but now it is a daily life.Now that I think about it, the encounter with Qingming must have been arranged by heaven.

He really doesn't want much, a family of two is enough.

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A certain old fisherman and woodcutter who came across by Guichuan often told Boya where there were beautiful flowers or delicious fruits.At first it was Boya who took the initiative to ask. When you don’t catch any fish, you always have to bring something home.After answering several times, the old man asked him: "Young man, do you live alone in this mountain? Or do you live with someone?"

Boya replied that he and his beloved wife stayed away from the troubles of the world, and both retired here.The old man smiled kindly and said, "If that's the case, it's really enviable. This Lanshan is a clean and good place!"

"Yes." Boya smiled, "My beloved wife and I like this place very much."

The old man laughed. "In that case, this old man has something to talk to you two!"

After many conversations, Boya gradually felt that this old man was not an ordinary person. He did not speak and behave like a villager in the mountains, but like a well-educated aristocrat.Although Boya was puzzled by this, he didn't ask.After all, they are just ordinary people in the mountains now.

A few days ago, I heard from the old man that there was an extremely beautiful plum blossom on the back of the mountain.Now is the season when plum blossoms are in full bloom. If the past few days pass, you will be able to see extremely moving scenery.Boya was thinking in his heart, planning to surprise Qingming.

Since the two moved to live in Arashiyama, Qingming went out more often than before.Maybe it was because in the past in Kyoto, he always heard messy things when he went out, so he didn't like to go out very much. Now when he goes out and closes the door, it is clean, gentle and pleasant, and he goes out for a walk more often.

People say that the beautiful scenery is at the top of the mountain, but Seimei doesn't think so.Regardless of whether their hut is located on the top of Arashiyama or not, there are boundless scenery nearby.This is the beauty of Arashiyama, beauty is everywhere.This is the beauty of life, the beauty lies in the heart.

The place where they live is not too far from Guichuan, nor too close.With Qingming's foot strength, it took half an hour to get there on foot, and it would be faster if Boya thought about it.Qingming knew that Boya sometimes went fishing by Guichuan, and had visited him.Unexpectedly, Boya, who was always fussy, would sit quietly on the bank and wait for the fish to take the bait, but Qingming saw a rare sight.

But Qingming doesn't go to Guichuan very often, and more often he goes to the bamboo forest halfway up the main peak to listen to the wind.At this time, it is the time of spring and winter, the wind is no longer as biting as it was in winter, but it is a little more warm and tender.The sunshine and wind scattered from the bamboo leaves lifted his hair, kissed his cheeks and eyelids, and sowed the warmth of spring in his heart.

"It's rare for young people to find such a remote place!"

Seimei followed the voice and looked at the speaker.It was an old man, wearing a coir raincoat and a bamboo hat, he looked like a fisherman.He was holding two jars of wine in his hand, with some fresh mud still hanging on them, which seemed to be taken out not long ago.Qingming said: "Lanshan is full of beautiful scenery, it would be a pity to miss one. I have nothing to do, and I always like to come around."

The old man nodded with a smile, and said: "If it weren't for the young man, you are a man, the old man almost thought it was Kaguya Ji coming back to the world."

"The old man was joking." Qingming laughed.

He thought that Lanshan was quiet and no one was around, so he dressed more casually.He also didn't take care of his hair carefully, leaving Bai Xue's long hair hanging behind him.I used to like to wear blue, but these days I feel indifferent, and I gradually like light blue or crescent color.Today, when he went out, he was also dressed in green clothes, which made his skin fair and his eyes beautiful.

It's hard to say that Kaguya Ji came back to the world, he felt that his appearance was a bit like a hermit.

To meet pedestrians in this secluded place, it is inevitable that I would like to say a few more words.Qingming is a person as gentle as water, and his words are even more like flowing water. After the old man talked to him a few words, he felt comfortable physically and mentally, and was very happy.

The old man told Qingming that he had lived in this mountain for decades, and he had seen all the good mountains and rivers, but he didn't feel bored.This is also the wonder of Arashiyama. People say that no matter how beautiful the scenery is, you will get tired of seeing too much, but Arashiyama is different. The beauty of Arashiyama is different every day.

Qingming felt that this statement was very true, but it was also somewhat wrong.He said: "The beauty of Lanshan lies in the heart of the viewer. The state of mind is light and elegant, and even the morning dew will look different every day."

The old man laughed loudly, and clapped his hands repeatedly to reply, "In this way, the old man has underestimated the young man! With such experience, living alone in the mountains must be a lot of fun, right?"

Qingming smiled and said, "It's not alone."

The old man asked, "Do you have a partner living with you?"

Qingming nodded and smiled, "The one who will hold hands all his life."

Hearing this, the old man smiled kindly.He said that it is a rare blessing and fate to be able to spend a lifetime with someone holding hands, not to mention that that person put aside all the worldly wealth and honor to live in seclusion with you in the mountains.The person who can see clearly what is the most important must not be an ordinary person.Hearing what he said, Qingming just laughed.He naturally knew, knew how much risk Boya had taken in making this decision, and how much cold eyes and ridicule Boya had to face when he took his hand. He didn't care about those, but he was also worried about Boya's situation.But that is unnecessary after all, he knows better than anyone else what kind of temperament Boya is.Concerned about chaos, he was too worried.

Seeing Qingming drooping his eyes and smiling slightly, the old man knew that he was thinking of his partner.People who can make people smile when they think about it are definitely not bad.

Before leaving, the old man gave Qingming the two jars of wine in his hands, saying that they met each other and became destined.Since it is fate, two jars of aged wine can be regarded as a gift for a destined person.Qingming took it with a smile and watched the old man leave.

Carrying two jars of wine home, Boya asked him where the wine came from with great interest.He answered one by one, and Boya listened with gusto.

In this way, you say it one by one, and you don't realize that the sun has set.Qingming looked at the fading sunset with a smile in his eyes.He thinks this is probably what he has always wanted, it doesn't need a lot, a simple home, and a person who is willing to walk hand in hand with him for the rest of his life.You don't need too many words, and you don't need a wonderful or turbulent life. It is as calm as a clear spring, a look, and two or three words can nourish people's hearts.

Boya propped his face with one hand, and smiled slightly, looking at the profile of the person in front of him covered with golden edges by the soft light of the setting sun, admiring his calm and elegant beauty.

"What's the matter?" Qingming smiled and turned his gaze to him, "Did you think of something interesting? Why are you smiling so happily?"

Boya chuckled twice, stretched out his hand to brush Qingming's hair.He picked up a strand of silver thread and rubbed it lightly with his thumb and forefinger. The smile on the corners of his eyes and brows couldn't be concealed, and all of them turned into gentle kisses that landed on his hair and slowly moved to his soft lips.

It was a tender, heart-melting kiss.Qingming responded to Boya's warmth, slowly closed his eyes, and his lips and tongue overlapped with Boya's.It wasn't the first time Boya kissed his lover, but every time he kissed him, a soft emotion rose in his heart.

Giving up the kiss, Boya lightly licked her lips, stared into her lover's eyes and said in a low voice: "I know that there is a place where the plum blossoms are in full bloom. Today is a rare sunny day, and the moonlight must be very beautiful. I wonder if my beloved wife Would you like to appreciate the light and go enjoy the flowers with me?"

Qingming lowered her eyes and smiled slightly, "Okay."

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He brought the two jars of wine with him, thinking that it would be an elegant thing to toast together under the moon to admire plum blossoms, and it would be a bit disappointing to have flowers without wine.

The plum blossoms in the back mountain, as expected by Boya, are already in full bloom, and beyond what Boya expected, they are so beautiful that it is indescribable.Qingming was also very surprised, he didn't expect Boya to find such a beautiful place.He strolled among the flowers, stretched out his hand to pluck the flower branches lightly, and leaned over slightly to smell the fragrance of the flowers.The refreshing fragrance of plum blossoms lingers between his nostrils and lungs, instantly calming the mind.

"Do you like it?" Boya smiled.

Seimei said nothing, just smiled.He beckoned to Boya, and asked Boya to sit beside him. The two opened a jar of wine together and drank to the moon.The moonlight is very good, the faint moon is inlaid in the night, and the broken jade stars are dotted with it, forming a beautiful scene of its own.There is nothing more reassuring than looking up at the stars at night, drooping eyes and quiet plum branches, with the mellow wine in your hand, and the company of your lover by your side.Qingming took a sip of the wine, which was not too strong, with a gentle smile in his eyes.

Boya glanced at the person sitting next to him having a drink, the warmth in his heart couldn't be stopped, and he almost broke through the gate.He thought, how wonderful it is, such a day.At the beginning, he made up his mind to be with Qingming, away from the turmoil and noise, just the two of them lived in the same mountain, lived at sunrise and sunset, hugged each other and slept together in a dream.Even if there are quarrels, even if there are disagreements, life is still warm and comfortable, happy and satisfying.

Thinking of this, he unconsciously put his lips on Qingming's forehead, and his moist lips slowly slid down, kissing the corners of his eyebrows and eyes, and kissing his soft lips.Qingming opened his lips and teeth slightly to welcome his lover.The aroma of wine passed between the two of them, mixed with a little lust.Qingming closed her eyes lightly, the wine cup in her hand had fallen to the side, and her hands lightly wrapped around Boya's thin waist.

Naturally, Boya would not reject such a small move.He caressed his lover's face with one hand, and held his lover's hand on his waist with the other hand, gently kneading his smooth fingers, as if teasing him.

With a low moan, Qingming withdrew a hand, and impatiently went to untie Boya's clothes.Boya thought that it was rare for Qingming to be so proactive, so without further ado, his lips and tongue left Ruanrouxiang, moved down to lick and nibble his neck, while his hands dishonestly unbuttoned Qingming's coat, revealing his delicate and beautiful shoulders and collarbone .Lip and tongue took another step forward, kissing his white shoulders illuminated by the moonlight lightly, teasing Qingming panting heavily with the kissing skills he had practiced for a long time.Boya held the back of his head with his left hand and gently pressed him to the ground, while his right hand teased Qingming's waist and abdomen.

He took a deep breath, and asked Qingming in a deep voice, "Is it okay here?"

Qingming trembled when he heard the words, opened his eyes slightly, looked at the broken stars and moonlight in the sky, hesitated, but when the temperature from Boya's chest reached his body, he let go of all worries, raised his legs gently Hook your lover's waist.Qingming chuckled in Boya's ear and said, "If it's you, you can go anywhere."

Boya breathed a sigh of relief, straightened up and quickly untied his clothes, and said in a low voice: "If I can't go back tonight, I will carry you home tomorrow morning." Lovers enjoy this good night.

The spring night is short, but Boya feels refreshed.He did what he said, wrapped his lover in his clothes, and carried him all the way home.Qingming couldn't laugh or cry. Although he was tired all night, he still couldn't walk home by himself, but Boya insisted on carrying him back, so he had no choice but to let him do it.

The plum blossom grove in the early morning also has a special taste. Looking around, the plum blossoms are facing the morning sun, all of them are bright and plump, which is really beautiful.Qingming withdrew her gaze from the plum blossoms, leaned into her lover's arms, found a comfortable position, closed her eyes and smiled, and fell asleep lightly.Boya lowered his head slightly, put a loving kiss on the top of his hair, and walked towards their home as smoothly as possible.

Boya thought that what he held in his arms was the one he loved deeply, the one he had devoted all his life to tenderness, and the one he only wanted to be with forever.

How fortunate to be able to watch the Cangjiang Baishi with the fate, and enjoy the ordinary pleasure of returning at sunset.

How lucky he was to boldly hold his hand at that time.

How fortunate that I never missed it in my lifetime.