Nezha Breeding Manual

The clouds parted, and the light golden sunlight shone in, cut into a handful of colorful plaques by the glass windows of the dormitory, a few of which were printed at Ye Wanqiu's feet.She took Nezha to familiarize herself with the manuscript she had written twice in the morning, and only waited for the speech in the afternoon to go up and read it smoothly.

Today is Saturday, and it is also the last day at school. The winter vacation is officially over after school is over.

In fact, for the vast majority of monster students, school holidays have little impact, and they still stay in school.Therefore, there were only a few human students who were excitedly packing their things and preparing to go home.

In the afternoon, the casual session officially started, and Ye Wanqiu's speech was set in the middle part.The speech is not too long, four to five minutes is enough.But when she came down, it felt like four or five hours had passed.

After finally sitting back in his original seat, Ye Wanqiu was about to put on his bag and sneak to the edge of the auditorium to avoid the too thick and complicated smell here, but just as he touched the strap of the backpack, he was applauded and lightly elbowed by He Min beside him. Hit her lightly: "That's a good speech."

She stuck out her tongue: "The main reason is that the manuscript is good."

"I don't want you to put gold on your face like this. You're still pissed off after a compliment." He Min scolded with a smile.

"I'm not trying to put gold on my face." Ye Wanqiu shook his head, but the corners of his eyes were raised, with a smile on his lips, and hunched over to the edge of the auditorium.

After the meeting, she went back downstairs to the dormitory, took her suitcase and walked towards the waiting desk.But not long after turning a corner from Nanyuan, I smelled the familiar fragrance of lotus.Ye Wanqiu turned his head along the source of the smell, and saw Nezha standing under the maple and poplar tree.

She raised her earphone-wearing hand halfway up, put it down, turned around and walked towards him, her voice was deliberately lowered through a thick layer of warm scarf, and her voice became even more subdued: "Dare to ask this benefactor, I stopped here to prepare to wait. Rain or wait for the sun?"

Nezha reached out and took the suitcase she was dragging into his hand, with a calm expression: "Waiting for you."

She pulled down the scarf that covered her face, and a few strands of loose hair were caught in the folds of the scarf, curled up and stuck to the corner of her mouth: "Are you going to take me home?"

He hummed: "Let's go."

It has to be said that the power of God is convenience. A journey that took three or four hours in the past can be reached in the blink of an eye this time.

Of course, for the sake of concealment, he didn't go directly to the town, but chose to be in an uninhabited woods.

Ye Wanqiu rubbed his frozen hands, put them in the pockets of his winter clothes to keep warm, and walked over the wet and rotted tree trunks on the ground, and asked, "Have there been no other cracks recently? I thought I wouldn't see you today at all."

Nezha shook his head: "It's been a good time, but it's a little troublesome to deal with the cracks that showed signs of loosening before."

"Why don't you let me go?" She suggested, her eyes were eager to try, "It happens to help you too."

By the way, I can still see it.

After all, after leaving school, it might not be so easy to see him.

Thinking of this, Ye Wanqiu suddenly had a weird picture of himself sitting in the Prince's Temple with a bowl of glutinous rice balls, eating and looking at the statue in front of him to comfort him, and finally being chased and beaten by the staff with a broom .

She shuddered, shook her head, and put it all out of her mind.

"Aren't you afraid that it will be as uncomfortable as last time?" Nezha asked.He still remembered the scene where she curled up on the white tiger's back and kept shaking because of the pain of mental tearing, and finally screamed out.

Unexpectedly, Ye Wanqiu didn't seem to care much about it, and even kicked the pebbles beside his feet in the mood to reply: "It's actually not bad. Anyway, isn't the purpose of my spiritual training to overcome this situation? If you don't If you want to touch the real crack, it will be useless to practice more. And..."

Speaking of this, she paused for a moment, and then continued: "Anyway, take me there? Didn't I help you last time? I promise I won't hurt you. "

After she finished speaking, she took the initiative to hold Nezha's hand.The young man's fingers were slender and pale, and his knuckles were hard, but surprisingly, they were not as cold as before, but as warm as normal human beings.

"It's not a burden." Nezha clasped her hand instead, with a layer of gray covering his brows and eyes, and the fire lotus imprint in his palm shone slightly, warming his warm body, "I'm worried You can……"

"Don't worry." Ye Wanqiu held him tightly, tilted her head to look into his dark eyes.The flawless whiteness on her body became the only light and bright color in Nezha's eyes: "That's the deal."

He stopped to look at her for a while, and finally compromised at her insistence: "Okay."

Ye Wanqiu laughed and said aggressively, "Then why don't you teach me how to use Xueyan as well?"

"Do you want to learn?"

"Think about it! It's such a good-looking Tang knife, it's a pity that it won't be used. The third prince can teach me?"

The lights and shadows were dense and chaotic, falling on Nezha's eyes and lingering, like a group of butterflies struggling in a cage, unable to find their direction and clue.He was silent with his eyelashes half down, not knowing what he was thinking.Ye Wanqiu jumped in front of Nezha, reached out and grabbed the hem of his dark sweater and looked up at him: "Are you okay?"

He looked down at the other party's hand pinching the hem of his clothes, all the way up to her clear and smiling eyes, his thin lips parted slightly, but he couldn't refuse, he could only say: "Okay."

So Ye Wanqiu laughed, stretched out his arms to hug him, warm breath and laughter fell on Nezha's ears, warming his heart: "That's great! I promise I will study hard!"

Nezha pursed his lips, stretched out his hand to straighten the scarf that had slipped down to her arm, and then took her hand and walked towards the town: "Then let this vacation begin, if you are free."

"I'm just an idler. I'm free anytime, so I have to see you. Shall I come to the palace to see you then?"

"No," he said, "I'm coming to you."

After returning home, Ye Wanqiu quickly packed all the luggage and went downstairs to the embroidery shop to help.According to Ye Zhilan, among the new batch of apprentices, the best embroiderer is a boy who is two years younger than Ye Wanqiu. He usually looks a little reserved and silent or even dull, but he is meticulous and skillful in making embroidery, and even many female students Can't keep up.

In Ye Zhilan's original words, it is very much like Ye Wanqiu's grandfather back then.

She was a little curious, so before the acupuncture class in the afternoon was over, she deliberately went out of the window to watch their class, trying not to disturb them.

The embroidered shop is the most typical blue tile and white wall structure in the town. Behind it is a row of camphor trees that are still lush and green even in the deep winter, with dense green crowns.The faint light of winter is pale gray-green, and is sifted from the gaps in the leaves. It is fragile to hazy, and it melts on the stone pavement and window lattice like a ghost.

When passing by a boy and the embroidery in his hands through a window and a wall that is not too high, Ye Wanqiu stopped, looked carefully at the semi-finished products on the stretcher, and reminded: "Hesitating for too long, the charm of the eyes is lost." gone."

The other party was startled, and suddenly turned to look at her, but was stunned again.Ye Wanqiu smiled, and the big group of tree shadows danced in her eyes, like the false color reflected in the crystal: "Sorry, I scared you."

Because the tail note of his scent suddenly changed to blueberry, which represents fright.

The boy looked at her without blinking, holding a needle in his hand, hooking the silk thread with his little finger and sliding back and forth unnaturally a few times, and only asked, "Do you know how to embroider?"

"I grew up here."

"Are you Teacher Ye's daughter?"

"Yes." She nodded, "You embroider really well."

The boy's gaze lowered, and his fair face turned red to the ears.

Ye Wanqiu looked at him in surprise, and left quickly.She found that Ye Zhilan was right, this boy was really a bit dull and cute.

On the second day of the holiday, Ye Wanqiu slept until noon.Not long after eating, Jian Yuan called, saying that it was a high school reunion, and it was at a newly opened bar in the town.

When she was leaving, Aunt Xu from the flower shop next door stopped her and said that there happened to be an order for flowers to be delivered to the same place, and their delivery man hadn't come back yet, so she asked her to take it along.

So when Ye Wanqiu arrived at the bar, everyone saw her holding a bouquet of roses that almost covered her face.Because he couldn't see the way, the light in the bar was dim and chaotic, and from time to time, a beam of strong light would sweep over and dazzle his eyes, and the sound of loud music disturbed his ears, making it difficult for Ye Wanqiu to walk in the crowded crowd.

Finally squeezed out of the dance floor to the edge, haven't seen where their high school group is.On the contrary, Chen Jia's sharp eyes recognized that the person holding it was Ye Wanqiu through the layers of bright red flowers, fearing that the world would be chaotic and shouted to the surroundings: "Yeah, who is Yee planning to meet in the class reunion?" Let's continue the relationship?"

When he shouted, everyone looked over.

Ye Wanqiu came over and sat on the armrest of Jian Yuan's sofa, resting the flower on the sore hand on her leg, and drank the low-alcohol fruit wine she handed over in one gulp: "You guys play first." , I have to send flowers."

"Is it really a gift?" Jian Yuan glanced at those flowers unexpectedly, "It's so big, isn't it cheap?"

"That's not what I paid for." Ye Wanqiu stuck out his tongue, "Others ordered it, so I'll just run errands along the way and earn two packs of scented tea."

"Didn't your family open an embroidery shop? When did you start sending flowers?" Chen Jia winked at her, "Hurry up and ask for it."

"But there is a flower shop next to my house. Otherwise, you can order some flowers to try next time, young master. I promise to carry them over my head and deliver them to you in a series of somersaults." Ye Wanqiu looked serious.

Chen Jia laughed loudly: "Hurry up, don't make people wait."

"Come here in a while."

After sending the flowers back, all the classmates who could come have already come, and everyone is complaining about the strange flowers and all kinds of interesting things they encountered in college.When it was Ye Wanqiu's turn, before she could figure out how to fool her, Jian Yuan suggested first: "I think you can talk about your beautiful and invincible counselor, the focus is on beauty, and then the counselor. "

Ye Wanqiu paused for a moment as he sipped his beer, then spread his hands helplessly: "But I don't have a picture of him."

Is really not.

As a hard-core straight guy in the photography industry, Ye Wanqiu can't even tell whether a photo uses a retro grainy filter or just poor pixels. Naturally, he never thinks of taking pictures when he is with Nezha This thing.

Fortunately, it was over after a few words of booing, and the topic quickly shifted to other directions.

The heating was turned on in the bar, and the air was quite stagnant. The smells of all the people inside were entangled together, stuffy to the point of freezing.Ye Wanqiu found an excuse to go to the bathroom halfway, and then stood at the door, swiping his phone and blowing cold air.

At [-]:[-], the party broke up, and those who were on the way went home together.Jian Yuan has a poor capacity for alcohol, and even drank more than half a cup of Long Island iced tea, and was too drunk to walk as soon as she went out.Ye Wanqiu finally sent her home with half-support and half-drag, looked at the time, it was still a while before the embroidery shop closed, so he decided to go for a walk.

She didn't have a clear idea of ​​where she was going, but when she came to her senses and stopped, she realized that she had reached a place where she could vaguely see the lights of the palace from a long distance away.

Ye Wanqiu stood there staring at the fire, his mind blank, and he stopped for more than ten minutes.At this time, there was a screeching sound of a bicycle braking suddenly and rubbing against the ground behind him. The person riding the bicycle was the boy who was learning embroidery at Yejia Embroidery Shop, Cheng Jingyi.

He stopped the car, looked at Ye Wanqiu's back quietly under the light for a long time, then got out of the car and walked over: "You, want to go home?"

Ye Wanqiu came back to his senses: "Oh, I'll go back later. Have you finished class?"

"Help, I've dealt with the order." He didn't seem to speak very well, his voice was a little anxious, "If you want to go back, I will take you."

"No, thank you, I'll just walk back by myself." She shook her head with a smile, "You go first."

"It's too late, it's not safe for you to be alone." Cheng Jingyi said, looking back and forth between her eyes and the lights on the side of the road, "Well, I'll see you off."

He seemed very nervous, Ye Wanqiu smelled a faint smell of wormwood from his body.But if you smell it carefully, there is something else besides wormwood.Subtle, but not enough to be ignored.

She shook her head persistently: "It's really unnecessary, I..."

Before she could finish speaking and recognize how many complex scents were mixed in the other party's tail note that symbolized the mood, the scent on Cheng Jingyi suddenly disappeared from Ye Wanqiu's sense of smell, and was replaced by another overwhelming smell. completely buried.

Ye Wanqiu opened his eyes wide and looked back, seeing Nezha walking out of the shadows, his expression as indifferent as ever.He didn't seem to see Cheng Jingyi at the side, he just looked down at her: "Have you been drinking?"

"I had some drinks at the class reunion." Ye Wanqiu replied, "Why are you here?"

"I just went to your house to find you, and they said you were not here."

"I plan to go back in a while."

"Let's go then."

After speaking, Nezha took her hand and led her to the place where he came just now.

Ye Wanqiu groaned, looked at Cheng Jingyi who was standing alone under the lamp, waved at him symbolically, and didn't look back: "Are you going to give me extra lessons at night?"

She was referring to teaching her to use Xueyan.

Nezha's dark eyes moved to the end of his provocatively slanted eyes to look at her, covered with a clear and thin orange halo.It was obviously a soft light thread of warm colors, but it only felt cold and sharp in his eyes.

"Wait until you wake up."

"I'm not drunk." That's what Ye Wanqiu said, but when Ye Wanqiu smelled the scent of lotus in the air that belonged to him, he felt a little bit uplifted.She thought for a while about the wine she just drank. It was really not much, and it was always a single type of wine, so she would not get drunk at all.

He stopped and approached slightly, as if to identify whether what she said was true or not, thick shadows and the clear scent of flowers shrouded her together.

Ye Wanqiu closed his eyes and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, it's a little bit. Let's go for a walk together?"

Nezha looked at her for a while, then turned his head to look at the brightly lit streets and towns, and called out to the deep shadows of the woods, and the white cat with golden pupils rushed out immediately.

"Let's go then," he said.

Originally, Ye Wanqiu's "walking" meant to take a walk in the town, but when he arrived at Nezha's place, he sat on the back of a spirit beast that restored the prototype of a white tiger, walking through the cloudy night sky and "walking".

She sat in front, surrounded by the bright red Huntian Ling, which dispelled all the bitter winter wind, leaving only a large hazy and picturesque night scene in her eyes.Sitting behind her, Nezha stretched out his hand to grab a few strands of her loose hair, and let them brush vigorously on his palms and face.

Countless clouds gathered, paved into a vast land under their feet, coated with a misty gray-blue layer by the moonlight, extending to the end of the field of vision.After the sky lost the cover of the clouds, it looked extraordinarily high and clear, and every star could be clearly seen.The splendid and majestic Milky Way straddles their heads, with thousands of stars facing the moon.

Apart from the whistling wind, there are only Ye Wanqiu and Nezha here, and the tranquility and beauty are like a fantasy dream with cool colors.

She was fascinated by the beautiful scene around her, and her eyes wandered to Nezha.The boy's face was neat and beautiful, and when shrouded in the moonlight, it reminded people of those exquisite and perfect ice sculptures.

Ye Wanqiu's heart moved, and he suddenly said, "Shall I take a picture for you?"

Nezha looked at her in surprise, but didn't object.

So Ye Wanqiu took out his phone from his pocket and aimed it at him, and pressed the shutter button without adjusting the angle of light and shadow.Anyway, beauties are beautiful no matter how they are photographed, there are hard conditions.

She set the photo as a wallpaper and held it up in front of Nezha: "Hey, I'll catch you in this way."

Nezha smiled and held her hand: "No need."

Under the blowing of the winter wind, the clouds opened a crack in the waves, and the white tiger jumped down nimbly, with a brilliant silver light behind it, and the long night was cold.

The author has something to say: there are only two chapters left in the first volume, and they are all sugar ducks! !

The countdown to the appearance of young lotus root, two! ! ! !