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When Song Yuanqiao came back, Jiang Qi had already changed his clothes and arranged the quilt and clothes obediently.

Such a warm scene touched the heart the most, Song Yuanqiao's heart softened, but he still felt sorry for his injured lover, and said: "Little Qi, take a rest for a while, I'll do these things, you come over and have some snacks to cushion your stomach." Just

right Jiang Qi was hungry, so he gave him the things in his hands, and ate a piece of pastry to cushion his stomach. Jiang Qi looked at him with his chin propped up, and said, "Wudang faction really deserves to be Wudang faction. This place is really big." Song

Yuanqiao Le Dao: "I'll show you around later, I grew up here, and the place is very familiar." What I'm

waiting for is your words.

"Okay." Jiang Qi smiled and took a bite out of the white pastry, leaving lovely teeth marks.

…………………………     An ancient and unparalleled scenic spot, the number one fairy mountain in the world

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It is Wudang Mountain.

Song Yuanqiao fulfilled his promise. He grew up in this place. It can be said that he has already figured out every corner of Wudang Mountain. The places he took Jiang Qi to are places that are not dangerous and have better scenery.

"I discovered this place when I was catching animals when I was young. It is also a place where I usually practice. My juniors and juniors don't know about it. Sometimes I will come here when I meditate and write."

Jiang Qi looked over curiously, and found that the place was really hidden, surrounded by mountains, and there was only a hole under the stone wall to enter, and this hole was covered by vines, so you couldn't see it unless you looked carefully.

There is a unique cave in the cave, the crystal clear stream flows slowly, the oval stones formed naturally in the lake, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant. There are many uneven sword marks on the wall, ranging from shallow to deep. There is also a desk in the middle of the grass, on which brushes and paper are neatly arranged. Looking at the color on the brush, you know that the owner should be using it frequently.

Jiang Qi walked over to look at the paintings already painted on the table. Most of them were landscape paintings. When he turned to the end, his hands froze suddenly and his eyes widened in astonishment.

I saw that under the landscape painting, there were all one figure. The figure could not distinguish between men and women. They had excellent temperament, but they did not have facial features. What made Jiang Qi feel familiar was that the clothes worn by the person in this painting were all worn by him in the previous world.

"This is..."

Song Yuanqiao was afraid that he would misunderstand, so he quickly explained: "Don't get me wrong, the person I like now is definitely you!"

Jiang Qi blinked in a daze, "Ah? Could it be that you have liked someone else before?" ?”

In the end, all the words he said were squeezed out between his teeth. If Song Yuanqiao didn’t explain clearly, he would probably feel cold.

Song Yuanqiao said: "...When I was 16 years old, I often dreamed of the same person. Although he appeared in different places and dressed differently every time, I could feel that they were the same person. I felt lost after waking up. I couldn’t help drawing it, and I could feel it..."

Jiang Qi: "What?"

Song Yuanqiao hesitated: "You have to promise not to get angry."

Jiang Qi: "I promise."

Song Yuanqiao: "And I love him "

Jiang Qi: "..." What's the matter with this sour and astringent feeling in the heart? ?

Could it be that he is so possessive that he even eats his own jealousy?

Jiang Qi was expressionless: "Oh."

Song Yuanqiao sensed that he seemed to be in a bad mood, so he pursed his lips and said, "You said you're not angry."

Jiang Qi smiled: "I'm not angry, how do you know that I'm I’m angry.” It’s all me, why am I angry.

Song Yuanqiao was uneasy, obviously his expression and tone were similar to usual, but he just knew that the other party was angry, and not in a normal way.

Song Yuanqiao wanted to hold his hand: "The person I like is you."

Jiang Qi took a step back calmly: "Hehe, don't you like a person who doesn't know gender."

He was not angry because the other party liked the girl in his dream I am entangled and depressed. Song Yuanqiao is indeed a straight man in the original book. In his dreams, he always thought he was a woman. No wonder he was still a straight man when we met for the first time! Cooperating with him to treat him as a woman in his dream?

Song Yuanqiao pointed at him, and said very aggrieved: "Look at you, you still said that you are not angry, and you won't let me hold you."

Jiang Qi turned his body away from him, his whole body exudes my displeasure, come and coax me breath.

Song Yuanqiao tugged at his sleeve. He usually has a stupid mouth. If it was the Three Books and Five Classics, he could talk for a day, but he just didn't know how to use sweet words to coax people, "...I, I, I want to give You draw a picture."

Jiang Qi ignored, looking down at the fish in the stream.

Who said that if the water is clear, there will be no fish. Look at these fish, they are alive and kicking, I really want to catch one and try it.

Song Yuanqiao shrugged his shoulders, walked to the desk to grind, his eyes quietly looked at Jiang Qi standing by the stream, and his whole heart fell on that person.

Still the same person, with blue hair like a waterfall. After changing the scene, place and clothes, this time the beauty finally has a good-looking appearance. Although it was drawn with the simplest brush, it can be seen that the facial features of the person in the painting are exquisite, and they are all over the country. No matter how beautiful the surrounding scenery is in the painting, it is not half as beautiful as the youth.

After finishing the painting, Song Yuanqiao held the painting in front of Jiang Qi fawningly without waiting for the ink to dry up.

Jiang Qi glanced at him and said, "If I throw this painting away now, will you be sad?"

Song Yuanqiao: "No." This is the truth, he originally painted this painting to please Xiao Qi For him, if the painting is gone, he will paint again. Anyway, he has a lifetime of painting for the other party. It is best to have a small energy so that it can get rid of the gas.

Jiang Qi looked at him for a while to confirm that he took the painting because he didn't say anything insincerely. Looking at the person in the painting, the corner of his mouth twitched, and said, "I don't want to throw it away."

Song Yuanqiao also laughed.

Jiang Qi said again: "It's not this pair, but the ones on your table."

Song Yuanqiao kept wagging his tail: "Okay, throw it away right away."

Jiang Qi: "...wait a minute, forget it, take it back Lock it up."

"Okay."

Song Yuanqiao touched Jiang Qi's hand tentatively, this time Jiang Qi didn't dodge, he was relieved and smiled like a fool.

After coming here once, Jiang Qi fell in love with this place, and later came here when he had nothing to do, and quarreled, Song Yuanqiao couldn't find anyone in other places, and he came here every time to find someone. Of course, this is all for later.

Because he just came to this place for the first time, Jiang Qi was very novel and wished to stay for a while. In addition, he had been fond of the fish in the stream for a long time. He went to the hole with pots and pans, and set up a barbecue grill to grill.

When Song Yuanqiao came to find him, Jiang Qi was already touching his swollen belly, lying on his back on the stone bed and staring at a... bird on a big tree.

When do you catch a bird to eat? (﹃) Jiang Qi smacked his lips.

Eh, wait a minute, he's been here for so long, it seems like he hasn't even eaten a big bird, let alone eat it, he rarely sees it.

Ancient times are so bad, too boring. ╮(╯_╰)╭

It's not that he is too salty! (╯^╰)

Song Yuanqiao looked at his "sacred place" with a black line on his face, which was stained with fireworks, and looked at the people on the stone bed who were angry and funny.

loose the temper? ? That was impossible, he dared not.

Song Yuanshou said with a tone of discussing with you: "Xiaoqi, look at this place, the scenery is beautiful, so let's not burn food here, okay? If you want to eat here in the future, I'll bring something from the Wudang school Come here for you to eat."

Jiang Qi: "No, a barbecue that is not grilled while eating is soulless!"

Song Yuanqiao: "..."

Jiang Qi: "Do you pet me?"

"Pet me." Song Yuanqiao was surprised, no I really understand why Xiaoqi would ask such a question.

He pondered, does Xiao Qi think that he is not good enough?

The corner of Jiang Qi's mouth turned up: "Then you are good, just do whatever you want if you spoil me."

Song Yuanqiao had no bottom line and had to compromise again: Forget it, as long as Xiao Qi is happy.

Suddenly, Jiang Qi hooked his finger at him. The finger was slender and fair. Song Yuanqiao was in a daze. He really wanted to put this finger in his mouth and lick it.

no! This is unreasonable!

Song Yuanqiao collected himself, thinking that Jiang Qi was going to say something to him. Can't help but move over. However, in the next second, he was pulled by the opponent and brought onto the stone bed.

This is not the first time Jiang Qi took him to the stone bed. Sometimes Jiang Qi was too sleepy and felt that the stone was too hard, so he dragged him to sleep together. He thought it was the same this time. Smiling, Song Yuanqiao held him in his arms, fixed his eyes on the other's rosy lips, his throat moved, and he said, "Did you not wipe your mouth clean when you ate it just now, why did you feel something was on your lips. "

Jiang Qi mercilessly pierced his prudence, squinting and said: "If you want to kiss, kiss, every time you have to have a reason." The

pierced Song Yuanqiao's ears turned red, and then he lowered his head and carefully kissed his lips.

A cunning flashed in Jiang Qi's eyes, and he slid his hands dishonestly into the honest man's clothes.

If you don’t eat people today, labor and management will trust you!

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The birds on the branches were still chirping happily, the wind blowing through the leaves caused the rustling sound, the rushing sound of the creek... the beautiful music of nature blocked the shameful voice from the bottom of the valley.

Only one day later, Song Yuanqiao fell in love with this place again. Without Jiang Qiguai, every time he would pretend to casually propose to go to the valley.

Sometimes Jiang Qi would tease him: "What are you doing in the valley? I'm tired of seeing the scenery."

Song Yuanqiao said solemnly: "Barbecue."

Jiang Qi: "..."