After I was resurrected from the dead, I turned from an old man to a peerless beauty

At this time Lin Mao was sitting by the bed in a daze... When Chang Xiaoqing was still in the room, Lin Mao felt bored when he saw him, but now the little apprentice went out with his back straight, what did Lin Mao think? There was an indescribably bleak and desolate look on the child's back, which made him uneasy and distressed.

As a result, when he heard the thumping sound, his heart sank, and he quickly stood up and fell to the window to have a look, it was already too late.It was clearly seen from the small building that Chang Xiaoqing had cut down all the peach trees on the front line of the bamboo building with his broken sword.

"Xiaoqing, what are you doing?!"

Seeing that Chang Xiaoqing continued to walk towards the row of peach trees behind him without stopping, Lin Mao was startled and angry.

Chang Xiaoqing's back froze, he had clearly heard Lin Mao's voice, but he didn't even turn his head, he still held the sword in his hand as before, then raised his breath, poured his inner force into the tip of the sword, and swept Take out a sword.

I saw that the dead trees seemed to be caressed by the breeze for a moment at first, and the snowflakes accumulated on the dead branches and leaves fell down, and then, in the blink of an eye, the thigh-thin dead trees fell from the waist There was a crisp sound of "click", and then one after another fell to the ground, causing the snow on the ground to rise up, turning into clouds of white mist in the air.

Lin Mao's body trembled, and he almost felt that all the dead trees fell on his chest.

"Chang Xiaoqing!"

He roared out every word, and rushed downstairs in a hurry, only rushing towards the white-haired man who was chopping down trees with his sword.

"What are you cutting trees for? What are you crazy about? You..."

Lin Mao grabbed Chang Xiaoqing's cuff and asked in succession.

Chang Xiaoqing turned her head slowly, met Lin Mao's eyes, and saw that Lin Mao's cheeks were flushed with anger, his eyebrows were erected, and the anger in his eyes was clearly aroused.The more Lin Mao was so eager, the colder Chang Xiaoqing's face became, as if he had put an iron mask of skin color on his face at some point, and his facial features were frozen solid.

Lin Mao was taken aback for a moment, and then he heard Chang Xiaoqing speak calmly and calmly:

"These peach trees have been withered for a long time, they won't bloom anymore, and it's useless to stay here...Master, didn't you also say before that I should stop pestering you and find something for myself?"

"Then you can't cut down trees, these trees are—"

Lin Mao almost blurted out, but before he finished speaking, he stopped himself first.

These trees... are nothing.

In fact, the truth is as simple as what Chang Xiaoqing said, a dead tree that won't bloom is of no use, if you cut it down, you will cut it down.

There was nothing wrong with what Chang Xiaoqing did, but Lin Mao seemed to have a mouthful of old blood stuck in his throat, and he couldn't spit it out or swallow it.

His expression was unpredictable, standing in the wreckage of the peach tree and looking around, he was a little dazed for a while.

During this period, Chang Xiaoqing kept staring at Lin Mao's face. Seeing the sad look on Master Shen Yuji's memory, the hand holding the sword hilt silently clenched a little.

"...It's nothing important either."

After a long time, Lin Maocai said sadly, his voice was inaudible.

"That's good. I think these dead trees are really an eyesore. It's better to cut them down and use them as firewood."

Chang Xiaoqing pretended not to see Lin Mao's ugly face, and said with a calm expression.

However, Lin Mao waved his hand violently and knocked off Chang Xiaoqing's sleeve.

"Then you can cut it."

He said in a hoarse voice, and then turned around to the bamboo building.

Chang Xiaoqing didn't say a word, and watched Lin Mao leave without looking back, but he didn't catch up, instead he stood in the snow for a long time with his sword in his hand.

The fine snow is flying, and the dead trees are everywhere.

"nausea--"

Chang Xiaoqing suddenly uttered a low sentence, holding the sword and chopping heavily at a peach tree that hadn't been felled down beside him.

He didn't use the right force this time, the energy came back along the hilt of the sword, and a dark red blood line came out from his tiger's mouth.

Drops of blood dripped into the snow, like a dark red flower slowly blooming.

******

In winter, the sun is short, and the day seems to pass by just passing through the window.The nearby peach grove was cut down in a small circle, and the fallen dead trees were quickly covered by snow, while the snow was still floating in the distance, gray and dark, freezing the sky and the ground together.

"crunch-"

The door rang.

Lin Mao turned his head and saw Chang Xiaoqing walking in from the door slowly shaking off his snowflakes.

For a moment, he was in a daze.

In the early years, the older Chang Xiaoqing was, the more he resembled Chang Qing, which caused Lin Mao to be a little lost in thought from time to time, but now this child has white hair, but he doesn't look much like Chang Qing.

"Master."

Chang Xiaoqing took off her clothes at the door as before, and then took out a water bag from her clothes.

Lin Mao thought it was still deer blood, but Chang Xiaoqing took out a pottery bowl, opened his pocket and poured out the liquid inside, and there was a sweet smell of wine in the air.

Lin Mao sniffled and sat up involuntarily.At this time, Chang Xiaoqing had come over with a pottery bowl.

"Master."

He gave a low cry.

Lin Mao didn't say anything, but he still raised his hand to take the bowl that Chang Xiaoqing handed over—it's rare that the bowl wasn't bright red.

The bowl contained a layer of translucent milky liquid, slightly thick and sweet, with a little golden dried osmanthus floating on the surface.

"This is……"

Lin Mao licked his lips, finally couldn't hold back the expression on his face, and smiled slightly.

It turned out that Chang Xiaoqing poured him nothing but Lin Mao's favorite sweet-scented osmanthus thick wine.This kind of wine is milky white, sweet and soft, and there is a secret method in Wangyou Valley to add honey, rice wine and osmanthus to make it more mellow.When Lin Mao was still in good health, he had to have such a small pot of sweet-scented osmanthus wine for three meals a day, but his health weakened later, Chang Xiaoqing listened to the doctor's words, and stopped Lin Mao from drinking any more.Speaking of which, Lin Mao hadn't tasted this sweet-scented osmanthus wine for almost ten years.

"I didn't know there was still wine in the valley. I haven't drunk it for many years."

Lin Mao couldn't help but said, then put the bowl to his mouth, and took a small sip cherishingly.As soon as the sweet wine enters the mouth, I feel that the pores of the whole body are stretched out.

"I brew several pots every year," Chang Xiaoqing looked at Lin Mao's soft face, and relaxed himself a little, and said, "You like to drink this wine, so I want to store it in the wine cellar in the backyard first, and wait for it Master, you can drink when you recover from illness."

Speaking of this sentence, Chang Xiaoqing stopped and did not continue.

But Lin Mao already understood Chang Xiaoqing's unfinished words... Chang Xiaoqing hoped that he would recover from his illness at first, but who knew that his health would deteriorate and he would never be able to drink the wine he had prepared. .

Thinking of this, no matter how dissatisfied Lin Mao was with Chang Xiaoqing before, he let it go at this moment.It may be a blessing or a misfortune for him to be able to encounter the adventure of coming back from the dead and rejuvenating his youth here, but for Chang Xiaoqing, it is really the greatest blessing in the world.And how many regrets would have been regretted for life, but now there is a chance to make up for it.

"It's your heart... Wait a minute, aren't you going to dig the soil?"

Lin Mao stopped talking suddenly, thinking about what Chang Xiaoqing said before, the thick wine was originally stored in the wine cellar in the backyard, but Lin Mao clearly remembered that half of the wine cellar had collapsed during the inspection before, and often How did Xiaoqing dig out the wine?Lin Mao was startled, and quickly took Chang Xiaoqing's hand to take a look, only to see that the fingertips of Chang Xiaoqing's hands were covered with mud, and the palms of his hands were even bloody, which made Lin Mao's heart ache.

"You, you, why are you so stupid?!"

Lin Mao couldn't help lecturing in a low voice, but just as he finished speaking, he raised his eyes and saw Chang Xiaoqing's face again, and a series of words were completely blocked in his chest.

That Chang Xiaoqing was still held by Lin Mao with his two hands, his eyes were bright, and there was a bit of embarrassment and joy on his slashed face.After all, Chang Xiaoqing is used to a cold personality, and her coaxing skills are blunt.But seeing that Lin Mao started to care about him again, the joy could no longer be restrained. Sitting in front of Lin Mao, the whole person was full of joy.

Lin Mao felt his face was slightly hot, so he quickly went to get clean water and a cloth, and carefully helped Chang Xiaoqing treat the wound.

For a while, there was a small moment of silence between the two of them.

"It's my fault today." Chang Xiaoqing said suddenly with lowered eyes, "I'm just... a little bored."

After all, he didn't speak his true heart.

Lin Mao's fingers froze, he raised his eyelids, glanced at Chang Xiaoqing quickly, and then lowered his eyes again.

"That peach grove was given to me by your father."

After a while, Lin Mao said without beginning or end.He paused, but did not hear Chang Xiaoqing's response.

He glanced at Chang Xiaoqing again, but this time Chang Xiaoqing avoided his eyes first.

"My father... what kind of person is he?"

Chang Xiaoqing asked very dryly.

"Your father..." Lin Mao tilted his head slightly, and seemed to think about it before organizing his words, "He's a bad man."

Lin Mao immediately felt Chang Xiaoqing's fingers tremble.

"He was not born well, and he probably had a hard life when he was a child. If he didn't fight, rob, or use unscrupulous means, he might not survive." Lin Mao continued in a low voice, "So he was also that kind of person later on. Good things, he can't wait to get them in his pocket, but he forgets that it's too late, the sun will be bad, and the moon will be bad...Xiao Qing, don't learn from him."

"Um."

Chang Xiaoqing nodded, and at the same time thought to herself: Of course I won't be that greedy, I don't need all the good things in this world, as long as I am with my master, I will be satisfied.

He also listened to Lin Mao talking about Chang Qing's vengeance because of his temperament, he would repay him for being cruel and forceful, and finally led to his death. He thought that the man was already a piece of loess, and he felt a sense of peace in his heart.In any case, Chang Qing is dead, and the people who stay by Lin Mao's side now only know that there is him, Chang Xiaoqing. With this in mind, the heavy stone that has been pressing on Chang Xiaoqing's heart since yesterday has been slightly loosened.

The thoughts of the two people in this bamboo building are completely different, but the atmosphere is strangely harmonious.

There was still more than half of thick wine in the cowhide water bag, Chang Xiaoqing saw that Lin Mao was in good health and was smiling after drinking, so he filled it up with some more.Gradually, most of the thick wine in the water bag entered Lin Mao's stomach.

Although the thick wine tasted as sweet as the sweet wine juice, it was mixed with rice wine after all, and Lin Mao hadn't touched alcohol for many years, so he turned into a drunk cat like this.

Chang Xiaoqing watched Lin Mao's body gradually soften, and then he suddenly woke up that his master's drinking capacity was so low.He smiled wryly, and was about to help Lin Mao to sleep on the bed, but Lin Mao started to struggle.

"Xiaoqing...Xiaoqing..."

Lin Mao's cheeks are flushed now, and a pair of winking eyes come across, like a puddle of spring water in his mouth.As soon as Chang Xiaoqing put his hands on him, he clung to Chang Xiaoqing's chest as if his whole body was about to melt.The body temperature of a drunk person is much higher than usual, Chang Xiaoqing only felt that Lin Mao's body temperature was soaked directly into his skin through his clothes, and he couldn't move for a while.But Lin Mao still didn't spare Chang Xiaoqing, and stretched out his hand to touch Chang Xiaoqing's face, muttering vaguely while touching, "I... still want to drink... drink... wine... It's been a long time... you bad boy... I've been unable to drink for a long time..."

Lin Maoyu was drunk, and probably wanted to pinch Chang Xiaoqing's face, but at this time his arms were weak, and the fingers kept sliding down Chang Xiaoqing's face, and then stroked along the man's neck until chest.

Chang Xiaoqing froze, and let Lin Mao's hands up and down his body, veins gradually burst out on his neck.

He turned his head and didn't dare to look at Lin Mao, and said in a hoarse voice: "Master, you are drunk." Then he dragged him to the bed.

Lin Mao struggled vigorously, sobbing faintly in his throat, still muttering that he was going to drink, but when he found himself being restrained by Chang Xiaoqing, he started to lose his temper, and his wet eyes went straight to Chang Xiaoqing's place Stare, but it doesn't have the slightest deterrent effect, on the contrary, there is an indescribable sense of rippling love.

It took Chang Xiaoqing a lot of effort to press Lin Mao on the bed. He thought that Lin Mao's wine quality was not so bad before, and immediately regretted it—but he didn't know whether he regretted that he should give Lin Mao a drink Still do not change.

Lin Mao was still squirming like a fish swimming under him.The drunkard still had the sweet smell of thick wine on his body, but now the smell became even stronger after being steamed by sweat, half of his chest was exposed from the previous struggle, and his fine white skin was soaked with a thin layer of sweat, sticking to his usual skin. Xiaoqing's body was as slippery as if it had been coated with fine oil.