Chu Chen’an’s palms were sweating, and he was worried about He Xuesheng.
On second thought, the last time he came to this copy as Chen An, Lan Xu hadn’t even seen him, let alone be familiar with him, and couldn’t have recognized him so easily.
Therefore, he only regarded this so-called wedding as a formality.
Lan Xu put three incense sticks on the altar and used a brocade handkerchief embroidered with a special pattern to wipe away the water stains on Chen An’s statue.
Afterwards, he gently touched the statue, his eyes filled with infatuation.
He waited for Lan Xu to slowly arrange the offerings, and that burst of crisp silver bells seemed to echo in Chu Chen’an’s heart.
“Let’s go.” Lan Xu washed his hands. His hands were slender and white.
Chu Chen’an was relieved. “Okay.”
“Where did you lose your classmate?” Lan Xu walked on his side; his figure was tall.
When Chu Chen’an walked with him, he could only reach his neck.
“In the flower field below the hillside over there,” Chu Chen’an walked, and afraid to miss anything, he seriously added, “There were many colors of flowers… the red ones were the most.”
Lan Xu smiled faintly and nodded. “Then let’s go look for him.”
“Okay.”
Lan Xu was the person who grew up here, so he should be familiar with the area.
Chu Chen’an thought.
He followed the path, and from time to time, a few suppressed bird cries came from the forest.
Chu Chen’an secretly picked a small flower on the side of the road and stole a glance at Lan Xu’s purple-golden outer lining.
He had to say that Lan Xu wore this set of clothes especially well.
Lan Xu’s personality was outgoing, and his voice was even better than his silver bells.
Lan Xu slanted his eyes, looked at the small flower Chu Chen’an was pinching in his hand, and his smile deepened. “Chen’an, are you still a college student?”
Chu Chen’an heard Lan Xu call him by name for the first time. He looked up and said, “Yes, in the city’s D University.”
Lan Xu nodded. “Which major?”
Chu Chen’an was like a student who was named to answer; he quickly responded, “Fine arts major.”
“Then your paintings should be very nice.” Lan Xu looked into his eyes, then clenched his fingers. “We have a lot of not-bad scenery here, but it’s just that the road is a bit difficult to walk; if you want to go sketching, I can help you lead the way.”
How could Chu Chen’an dare to take the initiative to find Lan Xu to take him there? He could only verbally respond, “Okay, thanks.”
……
Soon, Lan Xu brought him back to that field of flowers.
“Is this where your classmate disappeared?” Lan Xu stood in the flower field, viewing the vast distance.
“Yes,” Chu Chen’an found his drawing board as he added, “he went inside the flower field and then disappeared.”
He went inside and searched for a long time, but he couldn’t find him.
The ethereal scent of the flower field was regaling, and Chu Chen’an smelled it in a daze, then his eyes drooped, and he sneezed softly.
“Don’t worry, he probably fell asleep inside.” Lan Xu said.
Chu Chen’an raised his eyes to look at him, Lan Xu had said it in a flat tone.
But how could he hadn’t found him?
Lan Xu took out a dark brown musical ocarina; the ocarina was carved with strange and unique patterns. He blew for a while.
The sound was melodious and seductive, echoing in the pale flower fields.
Not long after, a confused humming came from somewhere.
It was He Xuesheng’s voice.
Chu Chen’an quickly went towards the place of the sound.
But Lan Xu stopped him, his fingertips brushing against his arm inadvertently. “There’s thorny grass over there, it easily cuts people; I’ll go.”
Chu Chen’an nodded.
He watched as Lan Xu walked towards the remote area of the flower field and found the covered He Xuesheng in a pile of half a man’s height of thorn grass and a dense mound of dead grass.
He Xuesheng opened his eyes in a daze, startled. “Ah! How did I get here? Hiss ah! Was my neck bitten by a poisonous snake? It feels like it’s broken! Ow ow ow, I’m dead, I’m dead.”
Lan Xu weakly assisted him, “It’s fine; you were probably bitten by a bug. There are a lot of poisonous bugs in the grass. Go back and apply some medicinal herbs, and you’ll be fine.”
“Well, is it… It hurts; thank you, Ah, Lan Xu.” He Xuesheng stood up, rubbing his red and swollen neck and muttering, “How did I sleep here?”
They walked out of the thorny grass, crossed the flower field, and came to Chu Chen’an’s front.
Chu Chen’an stepped forward and asked, “Are you alright, Xuesheng?”
“It’s fine, just a special pain in my neck.” He Xuesheng sucked in cold air; his face was pale and haggard; his lips were already chapped and white; he half joked, “It hurts like it’s been drained of blo-od; hey, Lan Xu, you guys aren’t hiding vampires here, right?”
“Haha ……,” Lan Xu laughed mellifluously, his eyes deep, “I’ve never seen one.”
Chu Chen’an looked at the wound on He Xuesheng’s neck, which was red, swollen and festering, and some parts of the puncture wounds were deep.
“How did you fall asleep there?”
Chu Chen’an felt strange, just now when looking for He Xuesheng he also went to look in that direction, and didn’t find him ah ……
He Xuesheng shook his head and sat on the small folding chair in front of his easel, “I forgot, I only remember that the flower was really particularly fragrant, I didn’t hold back and went to smell more, then …… later… I can’t remember much, it seemed like I had fallen into a pit, and there was something dead gnawing on my neck. ”
Chu Chen’an frowned, what He Xuesheng said was little weird.
“These flowers are slightly poisonous, they can have a slight hallucinogenic effect,” Lan Xu explained, “Smelling too much isn’t good for the body, let’s go back first.”
“So it’s poisonous! I’m not interested.” He Xuesheng was busy packing up his things once he heard it was poisonous. “Then let’s hurry and go.”
Chu Chen’an took the easel that He Xuesheng packed for him and said, “Thank you.”
He Xuesheng froze. “No, didn’t Chen’an also stay here for so long? How come he’s fine?”
Chu Chen’an also felt strange and followed, “Yes.”
“Maybe it varies from person to person.” Lan Xu narrowed his eyes and looked towards Chu Chen’an’s cute, messy hair.
……
They went back to the B&B bamboo building.
It was already evening; Lao Liang and the four of them were still at Wulan Mountain and hadn’t returned. Chu Chen’an and He Xuesheng were sitting on the promenade outside the bamboo building, painting the setting sun.
The setting sun on Wulan Mountain was like blo-od, with white clouds and mist swirling around it. It must be said that, although there were many strange rumors here, it was indeed a secluded scenic spot.
Chu Chen’an drew colours on one side, thinking about how he saw Lan Huai last night.
Looking at the evening sun that was about to dim, he was inexplicably a little afraid of the night coming.
Thinking about this, Chu Chen’an’s movements slowly paused, his bright eyes reflecting a bit of the purple light of the evening sun.
Lan Huai was indeed dead.
But he wasn’t sure if his ghost was still here.
“Chen’an,” He Xuesheng lightly poked him with his elbow, “Chu Chen’an.”
Chu Chen’an returned to his senses, “Hmm?”
“What are you thinking about? Your paint is dripping.” He Xuesheng reminded him. He painted and colored it casually with one hand, as if brushing the wall.
“Oh.” Chu Chen’an busily put the brush back on the palette and re-dipped it.
He tried to speak several times and glanced at He Xuesheng’s painting a few times.
He Xuesheng’s paintings were very casual; he pursued abstraction, but except for his name, which was elegantly named, everything else on his body was messy.
For example, the wound on his neck, which had been throbbing in pain just a moment ago, had been left as it was as soon as he arrived at the B&B.
“What’s the matter?” He Xuesheng glanced at him and continued painting the wall. “Want to steal my abstract painting skills?”
Chu Chen’an smiled and shook his head.
He finally spoke, “Xuesheng, how did you sleep last night, ah?”
“Quite good, ah,” He gritted his teeth and whispered, “I have two beds in my room, so old Liang and I sleep together. Yesterday, Old Liang scolded me eight times and insisted that my snoring made him unable to sleep. What the hell? I’m such a gentle person who doesn’t snore! I think he just couldn’t sleep well, and his heart was dark.”
Chu Chen’an looked at him and laughed twice. He felt that He Xuesheng’s carefree nature was quite good; at least he didn’t have to worry about anything.
“Then… didn’t you feel anything strange last night?” Chu Chen’an asked.
He Xuesheng’s brush froze. He thought for a moment, “There is… Last night I got up at night and saw the head of the B&B shop kneeling in the open space downstairs, worshipping the doors left and right, and muttering something in his mouth. It scared me at that time. How could this exotic custom be so scary? No one would bow at the door at night.”
Chu Chen’an’s heart thumped.
Lan Huai was the foreigners’ sorcerer, respected by everyone in this walled village. He had seen many villagers come to kneel before Lan Huai, begging for his blessing.
Will ……
“This morning you had a fever; could it be that it wasn’t a cold?” He Xuesheng reacted, coming closer to Chu Chen’an and saying, “But that you were dreaming of ghosts?”
Chu Chen’an didn’t have any more worries and directly nodded, “Yes.”
“No wonder your face looked so out of sorts.” He wiped his trousers and said, “When I came here, I brought two things to ward off evil spirits: an amulet and a mahogany sword. Wait, I’ll go get them for you.”
“Ward off evil spirits?” Lan Xu’s voice suddenly rang out behind them.
Chu Chen’an glanced back to look; Lan Xu had already quietly stood behind them.
Lan Xu handed He Xuesheng a bag of medicine and said, “Just apply it directly on top.”
He Xuesheng took it and said, “Okay, thanks.”
“What did you guys say just now?” Lan Xu smiled, his turquoise eyes looking at Chu Chen’an. “Ward off what evil?”
Chu Chen’an just wanted to wave his hand and say it was nothing, but He Xuesheng directly said it first: “Chen’an said he had a nightmare last night and had a fever this morning, so it should be something scaring him. I brought the amulet there, so I want to give it to him to avoid the evil spirits.”
Lan Xu lowered his eyes, and his smile deepened, patting Chu Chen’an’s thin shoulder. “Is that so?”
Chu Chen’an raised his head again, like a student being named, and answered resignedly, “Yes.”
“I have it right here,” Lan Xu stretched out his hand and put the mahogany ocarina hanging on his waist. This piece of ocarina was finely carved and emitted a tantalizing aroma, with onyx-like flowing spikes hanging below it. “This is the amulet of our people; just hang it on your bedside; it also helps you sleep.”
“Wow, it seems powerful.” He Xuesheng looked at it several times in awe and said to Chu Chen’an, “Chen’an, just use this.”
Lan Xu and He Xuesheng looked at him in unison, and he couldn’t refuse, so he could only take it and whisper, “Thank you.”
Lan Xu didn’t stay any longer and left when he finished.
There weren’t many people coming this way on the inner side of the long corridor, so they directly left their easels all here.
They got up and went downstairs to eat.
……
Evening.
Chu Chen’an wiped his wet hair and opened the bamboo window of his room. Raising his eyes, he saw the purple-clothed figure on the opposite side.
It was Lan Xu.
He also seemed to have just finished showering; his lower body was clad in a blue cotton robe, his body was slender, his abs were toned, and it was still stained with some droplets of water. He was also raising his eyes to look this way.
Chu Chen’an froze, and his earlobes suddenly reddened.
Lan Xu pursed his lips as soon as he saw him, smoothed back the black hair on his forehead, and mouthed a greeting to him.
Chu Chen’an nodded and quickly closed the window.
Why was this person not wearing clothes?
He hung the mahogany ocarina that was in front of the table far behind the door; he didn’t dare to hang it directly above the bed.
Chu Chen’an was wearing loose pajamas and sat on the bed; his skin, which had just been steamed by the heat, looked red.
After he dried his hair, he leaned back and collapsed on the bed.
The air was filled with that tantalizing scent, but the good smell was overdone.
Soon, he yawned, then he closed his eyes in a daze.
He fell asleep as soon as he touched the bed.
Just as he was falling asleep.
There was an automatic ‘pop’ in the room.
The lights were switched off, leaving only a dim night light.
The live broadcast was automatically switched on.
[My wife is asleep.]
[Sleeping well, he’s so cute (X520 gold coins)]
[Wife didn’t cover the quilt, he’ll catch a cold! (X33 gold coins)
[It’s okay, his old attacker will be right here to cover him (X55 gold coins)]
[My wife is now level 4, so fast, it’s like a cloud formation.]
[Pass the tea to the prophet upstairs.]
[There is a possibility that the old attacker will come to warm him up without a cover (X555 gold coins).]
[Let me warm up my wife!]
[… my trousers]
……
Thousands of comments flashed rapidly.
Suddenly, one of the buttons of Chu Chen’an, who was lying down, was automatically undone.
[What the hell moved?]
[Crap! Don’t tell me this copy is a ghost attack!]
[Ooooo, I see my wife’s face turning red (X555 gold coins)]
[Ah, ah, ah, ah, quilt moved.]
[I lean, I lean!!!]
[My wife is frowning.]
[Lift up the clothes, help!]
[I saw my wife’s white tummy.]
[I feel like that horny bastard must be kissing him right now (X52 gold coins)].
[I’d love to, too.]
……
[Live broadcast automatically closes]
Chu Chen’an broke free from his icy bonds after a long time.
He gasped sharply and re-entered the dream world.
And outside the door, Lan Xu stood straight in the doorway, staring at the tightly closed door of the room for a long time.
Half a time.
He leisurely walked towards the inner part of the long corridor and picked up the oil painting that Chu Chen’an had painted.
Lan Xu suddenly let out a light laugh and said to the empty, long corridor, “He’s cute.”
“Brother, can you let me have him?” Lan Xu’s fingertips caressed lightly above.
The night wind fluttered, brushing the hem of Lan Xu’s coat and tugging at the bells adorned under the silver jewelry at the front of his neck.
“I know, I know, you’re so petty.” Lan Xu put the oil painting back carefully, his turquoise eyes filled with a shady sideways smile, then he said, “Then we’ll share.”
“But you have to be fair; it’s my turn.”
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