[BL] When Two Alphas Meet, One's an Omega [MTL]

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On the morning of New Year's Day, Jian Songyi was awakened by Bai Huai.

Jian Songyi thinks this is a good sign.

So he hooked Bai Huai's neck and kissed him back.

"Boyfriend, happy new year."

Bai Huai looked down at him, took out a red envelope, and smiled at the corner of his eyes: "The New Year's Eve that your boyfriend gave you."

The red envelope looks quite thick.

Jian Songyi took it with satisfaction, squeezed it, and found that it didn't feel right. Raised eyebrows vigilantly: "Bo Huai, you are the New Year's Eve, don't cause trouble."

Bai Huai felt that there was something wrong with his image in Jian Songyi's heart, and smiled helplessly: "I am so bad? Open it and see, it's a good thing."

Jian Songyi was skeptical and opened it, and the neatly folded red cloth fell out.

Jian Songyi felt that the red cloth was a bit familiar, and when he unfolded it, a line of words was written on the red cloth.

——Wish to be with you every year

The handwriting is his familiar handwriting, and the red cloth is also the red cloth he is familiar with.

On the day of Uncle Wen Zhimian’s death, when the two of them skipped school to go to Ling'an Mountain, they couldn't stand the children on the way, and spent fifty yuan to buy two wishing cloths.

That day, his energy was all on the prehnite, and he didn't care. Bai Huai said that the red cloth was thrown away, so he believed it.

But it turned out to be lying to myself.

Jian Songyi was fierce: "Bo Huai, look, you lied to me again!"

He was fierce and unwilling, and had no deterrent.

Bai Huai didn't want to bother him, opened the quilt, and picked him up from the bed: "Old things, old things, don't count. You get up quickly and we go to Ling'an Mountain."

Jian Songyi has become accustomed to staying in bed during this period of time, a little thoughtless, and struggling to retract into the bed: "It's just over six o'clock, why are you going to Ling'an Mountain."

Bai Huai coaxed patiently: "Tie this red cloth to the wishing tree, make a wish, and then stop by to see my dad."

Jian Songyi became obedient.

That's right, I abducted Bai Huai, so I had to report it to Uncle Zhimian.

The two took turns to pay their elders the New Year. Except for Bai Han, who was gone early in the morning, the other elders each gave out a five-figure red envelope, and finally put them all in Jian Songyi's small collection room.

After earning a lot of money, the two set off to Ling'an Mountain.

From autumn to winter, spring again.

The old tree in Dajue Temple on Ling'an Mountain, which had grown for many years, had fallen leaves, bare branches, and sprouted again. Even the dense red cloth with that tree was full of hope.

It seems that the Buddha also pityed the world.

Together they stepped on the high rock of the cliff, at the top of the tree. Tie the red cloth.

In the early spring, the cold wind blew, dancing in the air, very swaggering.

Jian Songyi raised her head, sighed, watched the white mist in the air, and smiled: "Bo Huai, why do you think we are so superstitious?"