The Heartthrob System cultivates brotherhood online

Ling Si had no idea how many times he had been tossed around in Jiang Chen's mind, and he just blew out the light and went to sleep.

He originally thought that he would not be able to sleep. The dark environment, the warm breath, and the steady heartbeat, each of them was like a hypnotic drug, dragging him into the abyss of unconsciousness.

Jiang Chen opened his eyes and saw the peaceful sleeping face of the young man in front of him. He stared at him for a long while, tightened his arms around the man's waist, and pulled the man into his arms.

He seemed to always like sleeping like this.

I heard that this was an extremely insecure posture, so Jiang Chen and he slept with their foreheads against each other's.

Every night after that, Jiang Chen would disappear for a while, and then return to the tent as if nothing had happened. Ling Si smelled the scent of soapberries on him, "Did you take a shower?"

Jiang Chen said, "Don't worry, I avoided the wound."

Ling Si saw his whitened fingertips, rubbed them and asked, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Seeing that Ling Si had no intention of practicing calligraphy for the time being, Jiang Chen hugged him unscrupulously, "Yes, I can't bear to think that you will leave tomorrow. After that, we can only keep in touch through letters."

"That's not what I'm talking about."

"what is that?"

"Do you want to do it?" Ling Si was always very direct. "You can be more careful."

Jiang Chen froze and bit his dry lips. "I gave you a feeling that we met again just to sleep with you?"

"No," Ling Si turned around, facing the man, raised his head and bit his wet lower lip, "I also think this is unfair. I want to sleep with you. Didn't you say that doing more husband-to-husband things would help your memory?"

Jiang Chen couldn't refuse. His throat was dry and itchy, so he coughed a few times: "That's right, but I don't want you to force it."

Although he said he was humble, his eyes were full of expectation. Even a slow-witted person like Ling Si could see it. He whispered a few words, and Jiang Chen's eyes widened and his face turned red with shame.

“That’s tiring.”

"I slept for a long time, Jiang Chen."

"......I know."

He leaned over and kissed the young man's light-colored lips. The air gradually became ignited. The few steps from the desk to the bed were covered with messy clothes.

Jiang Chen half-knelt on the bed and pulled down the black gauze curtain to separate the two spaces.

Half an hour later, a jade-white hand stretched out from behind the black veil. The fist was half-clenched, the fingertips kept trembling, and a tooth mark was left on the strong and thin wrist bone, which was extremely charming.

Ling Si didn't want to trouble Jiang Chen because of his injuries, and they had already agreed on it before. But when the time came, Jiang Chen hesitated.

"You have to travel tomorrow, what will you do when you are riding a horse?"

Ling Si held his arm: "I can take a carriage."

“That’s bumpy too.”

"What should we do then?" Ling Si was thrown into the air, neither going up nor down. Who knew that Jiang Chen would go back on his word at this time.

Jiang Chen begged him again and again, his voice soft, which made it easy for him to soften his heart.

"Listen to me, okay? Ah Si, listen to me. I know my limits and won't get hurt."

It was hard to tell whether the beads on the eyelashes were sweat or tears. Ling Si's voice came from the tent, a muffled "hmm".

Jiang Chen seemed to have gotten a great advantage, smiling like a fox, kissing his lips soothingly, and said in a vague voice: "Just listen to me."

......

The next day, Ling Si left in a carriage. Jiang Chen wanted him to sleep a little longer, but Ling Si had his own plans and would not allow others to disrupt them. Besides, the love affair was just a adjustment and had no effect on him. At most, his waist was a little sore.

Jiang Chen really took good care of him.

——Before leaving, Jiang Chen suggested that Ling Si meet the Ling clan members in the army. Ling Si did not disturb them, but just quietly looked for them outside the training ground. Some people have not been seen for many years, and I can't recognize them at first glance, but I feel familiar when I look at them again.

Jiang Chen followed his gaze and saw a sturdy man holding a spear, sweating on the training ground. His every move showed both strength and skill.

"He practiced the Ling family spear. All the Zhenbei Army practiced this spear style." Jiang Chen said, "I didn't know it at first, until I recalled the moves you practiced in the yard before, and I found that I was very familiar with it."

Ling Si: "You asked me to teach you."

"I haven't finished learning yet. I will continue teaching after returning to Beijing."

"You've been training as a soldier for so long but you still haven't memorized these moves?" Ling Si wondered.

"Remember, but the Ling family spear still needs the guidance of the Ling family members."

......

After leaving the North, Ling Si returned to Xuzhou in a way that did not belong to this era.

Just as he was about to enter the yard, he heard voices talking inside. One of the people was Wen Xiangyi, and the other was his puppet.

Ling Si paused, not knowing for a moment whether he should go in or not, so he simply jumped onto the roof.

Wen Xiangyi and "Ling Si" sat side by side under the eaves. "You've been acting strange lately, Ling Si. - Is it because of Jiang Chen?"

Ling Si had no intention of eavesdropping, but the puppets had recorded everything that had happened in those days, and they were also empathetic, so he knew everything Wen Xiangyi said.

It turned out that Wen Xiangyi had suspected him on the first day he left. Perhaps it was because of the emotional withdrawal, his personality was very different from before, which also increased Wen Xiangyi's suspicion.

Thinking about how to explain, Ling Si controlled the puppet. At the same time, the puppet turned around and looked at the person next to him. "I've been worried about him, so I'm in a bad mood."

Wen Xiangyi looked at him carefully, and it seemed that the sense of disharmony suddenly disappeared. It was still Ling Si in front of him, even though his performance was still very different from before. It was as if a soul was suddenly injected into a body.

"...Jiang Chen is the son of Prince Yongning. He must have inherited his legacy and will be able to overcome the danger." It is such a unique experience to help the rival in love comfort his lover.

Ling Si controlled the puppet to urge Wen Xiangyi to leave: "It's late, Master Wen, it's time to go to bed."

Wen Xiangyi lowered his eyes, his thick black eyelashes hiding the emotions in his eyes. From Ling Si's perspective, he looked particularly pitiful: "Are you trying to drive me away?"

"No, I'm worried about your health." Ling Si suddenly became tongue-tied and a little uncomfortable. The character he played when his emotions were highly developed before has now become very awkward. Even if he is the same as before, there is always a sense of awkwardness.

Wen Xiangyi smiled and suddenly moved closer to him, their noses only a finger's distance apart. As their eyes got closer, Wen Xiangyi actually saw a hint of affection in the young man's black pupils.

"You seem to have suddenly come to your senses, Master Ling."

"Ling Si" tilted his head back and straightened his shoulders with both hands. Wen Xiangyi stood up on his knees. It was indeed an illusion. It was clearly a heartless act.

But those lips were of moderate thickness and looked somewhat full, but one still cannot judge a person based on appearance.

Looking at Wen Xiangyi's back as he left, Ling Si returned to the house and retrieved the puppet. Human intuition is really terrible. If Wen Xiangyi hadn't been following him every day, he might have been discovered by others.

Maybe we should thank him.

......

The drought in the south has been alleviated to a great extent. This year's autumn came a little too fast, and at night, water drops gradually hung on the green grass.

During the day, Wen Xiangyi and Ling Si came back from their inspection, untied the straps around their necks, and took off their sunshade hats. “We will definitely be able to harvest this batch of grain before winter.”

"Yeah." Ling Si took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat off his face. He caught a glimpse of Wen Xiangyi, who just covered his cheek with his sleeve and didn't mind it very much. The delicate young master Wen seemed to have turned into a real Lord Wen.

He picked up the teapot, poured two cups of water, and handed one to Wen Xiangyi: "There's a letter from the capital, we should go back."

Wen Xiangyi raised his head and drank the water. He was shocked to see how time had passed so quickly. "I understand."

"Your Majesty has been in poor health recently and seems to be thinking of appointing a crown prince." Ling Si said casually.

Wen Xiangyi raised his eyelids. His hand holding the cup tightened, "Why are you telling me this?"

This was Ling Si's kind reminder to him. It depended on whether Wen Xiangyi could listen to his advice. "Don't take sides."

Wen Xiangyi lowered his eyes and rubbed his fingertips, which was a small action he made when he was a little nervous. "What about the fifth prince? His Majesty has always appreciated him, and he has the most supporters in the court."

"No."

Wen Xiangyi didn't understand. He had a close relationship with the Fifth Prince, so why didn't Ling Si allow him to support him? Didn't he have confidence in people close to him?

Unable to figure out the reason, Wen Xiangyi put it aside. He was a member of the Wen family, and they would rise and fall together. Apart from that relationship, Wen Xiangyi was happy to listen to Ling Si, but there were many things beyond his control.

"Thank you."

"No problem."

.......

Ling Si's unique way of expressing gratitude was to have barbecue. He seemed to be used to it, or maybe he thought these men all liked to eat barbecue, like 001.

On the night before the farewell party, all the officers and soldiers gathered in the yard, built a fire, and roasted the beef and mutton bought from the market on the fire.

Looking at the fire in the yard, a few black lines slid down Wen Xiangyi's forehead. The state government asked everyone to eat and drink well. The yard was silent, with only the crackling sound of the burning charcoal.

Ling Si looked at the group of people sitting upright and asked Wen Xiangyi, "They don't look very happy?"

The fire in front of Wen Xiangyi was much smaller than the ones outside. Only he and Ling Si were eating, so the amount of meat was small.

He twitched his lips and said, "Maybe everyone is a little restrained. Why don't we move somewhere else?"

No one feels comfortable when the superior is around. Ling Si didn't seem to understand the connection. But since it was to thank Wen Xiangyi, then he should just listen to him.

So Ling Si ordered his men to move the charcoal to the backyard, leaving a group of officers and soldiers looking at each other. The two men left, and the sound of conversation gradually rang out in the yard.

Compared to the whole sheep being roasted directly on the fire outside, Ling Si's meat looked much more delicate. He processed the meat in a modern way, cutting it into small pieces and threading them on wooden skewers. It was the first time for Wen Xiangyi to see this. He thought it was very novel and wanted to try it.

Ling Si refused, pressed him down on the stool, and handed him a bowl of cold mung bean soup, "I'll do it."

"Oh, okay." Wen Xiangyi didn't understand. It was his first time grilling something by himself, and he was afraid of messing it up, so he waited and watched for a while. "I want to eat lamb."

The iron net was supported on the wood. Ling Si took a few skewers of mutton and started to grill them, applying oil and seasoning. His technique was so skillful that Wen Xiangyi was amazed. "I didn't expect you to have such a skill."

“I learned it from others.”

"......"

Wen Xiangyi took a sip of the iced mung bean soup and felt that he was really a glutton. He didn't know who this "someone else" was.

"Be careful of the heat."

Ling Si now reminds others to be careful about burning their mouths, and this will not disappear as he withdraws from his emotions.

Wen Xiangyi ate half full, while Ling Si was still busy. He seemed to enjoy the process. The yard was very quiet, with only the two of them talking in low voices from time to time. When there was nothing to say, Ling Si grilled the meat and Wen Xiangyi was responsible for eating. It looked very harmonious.

"Aren't you hungry?" Wen Xiangyi came close to Ling Si, "I want to try it, you can eat something first."

Seeing Wen Xiangyi's eager expression, Ling Si stepped aside and washed his face with the cool well water.

Wen Xiangyi remembered every step of Ling Si's cooking and looked very professional. When he was about to turn the other side, Ling Si's steamy face appeared beside him and said, "It's not cooked yet. Wait a little longer."

Because of facing the fire before, the young man's face was a little red, as if he was drunk, and water droplets rolled down and dripped onto his arm. Even through a layer of clothes, Wen Xiangyi felt as if he was burned. His fingertips curled up and even his breathing slowed down.

Ling Si was not in a hurry to eat, his eyes fell on the barbecue in front of him, "Brush it with oil, then you can turn it over."

Wen Xiangyi came to his senses and when Ling Si gave him a puzzled look, he retracted his gaze, his heart pounding. While brushing the oil, he accidentally dropped some oil into the charcoal fire, and a small flame popped up.

The grilled meat was sizzling, and suddenly a small piece of something exploded in front of my eyes. I felt a burning pain in my eyes, "hiss——"

Ling Si pulled him aside and held his wrist, "Don't rub it, there are peppers on your hand too."

Physiological tears kept flowing out, and the sudden darkness made him feel insecure. His hands kept wanting to grab something, and he pulled a piece of sleeve. Wen Xiangyi tightened his grip and followed Ling Si's footsteps to the well.

Without the ability to see, his hearing became extraordinarily sharp. He heard the rustling sound of fabric rubbing against each other beside him, and then the sound of water. He noticed that Ling Si had stood up, and a chill covered his left eye, which he rubbed gently.

Wen Xiangyi shuddered and rubbed his wrist, "...I can do it myself."

Ling Si felt that he was disobedient, so he restrained him with his other hand, "I'll give it to you in a moment."

After applying it for the second time, the burning sensation subsided a lot. Wen Xiangyi could see it again. He saw Ling Si bending over and rubbing the towel. After wringing out the water, he handed it to him again, "If you feel uncomfortable, you can wipe it again."

Wen Xiangyi took it in a daze, and suddenly smelled a burnt smell, "Oh no, it seems to be burnt."

"Yes." Ling Si said calmly.

Ling Si walked to the rack and put the burnt lamb aside, looking ready to throw it away. Wen Xiangyi stopped him, "Let me try it first, don't throw it away!"

Ling Si frowned slightly, a little confused. It was already burnt. As far as he knew, eating like this seemed to cause cancer, but there was no such thing as cancer in ancient times.

Ling Si picked out the one that looked the best, handed it to him, and stared at him closely: "Try it."

Wen Xiangyi even had an illusion that the other party didn't want him to eat.

"Bah!" Wen Xiangyi's face changed and he spat it out. "It's obviously the same method, why is it so unpalatable?"

Ling Si lowered his eyes, took a piece from the stick, put it in his mouth, chewed it for a few seconds, and spit it out under Wen Xiangyi's expectant gaze, "You are right."

taste very bad.

"......"