Qin Xuan took a picture of the postcard written by Shi Yinian with his mobile phone, and he also wrote a French love poem. His French writing is very beautiful, like the vines stretching out from the lush trees in the manor, full of green vitality.

Shi Yinian asked him in a low voice: "What do you mean by writing?"

Qin Xuan smiled slightly, put his index finger on the light-colored thin lips of the other party, said "shh-" and pointed outside.When Shi Yinian was touched by his fingers, his ears became red, she nodded and followed him out of the bookstore.

They were walking on the mountain road of Mount Wutai, which was full of autumn. Qin Xuan led Shi Yinian up the mountain to burn incense and worship Buddha in Wuye Temple.

In late autumn, Mount Wutai is full of red, the forests are all dyed, and the Qingshui River is sparkling and crystal clear.The fallen leaves are flying, and the birch trees are heaving and falling.

Shi Yinian urged Qin Xuan to translate the written poems to him, Qin Xuan deliberately whetted his appetite, and said to him: "Let me say one sentence, you learn one sentence, and I will tell you what it means."

Shi Yinian really liked listening to Qin Xuan's French pronunciation, twirling the tip of his tongue to listen, like a robin dancing on the strings, so he quickly nodded in agreement.

"J'aienviedevivrea/vectoi

J'aien viederestera/vectoi

Toutelavie, derestera/vectoi

Toutelavie, toutelavie, toutelavie..."

Shi Yinian had already learned German, and it wasn't very difficult to imitate French pronunciation, so he followed him and read it word by word.Then looked up at Qin Xuan's face expectantly, and listened to him explain the meaning in Chinese:

"I long to live with you, I long to be with you, forever, forever, forever..."

Seeing Qin Xuan's malicious smile, Shi Yinian was so annoyed that he took a step forward and pushed him. The man's hard chest muscles were like a piece of iron, but he couldn't push it, so he raised his right foot slightly. Unceremoniously kicked him in the crook of the leg.

Qin Xuan snorted, hurried to catch up, and apologized in a low voice: "Nian Nian, I didn't mean to tease you, please don't be angry? Nian Nian! Nian Nian! Baby?"

Shi Yinian's jade-like cheeks flushed slightly, and he spat at him: "Who is your baby! Who wants to sleep with you... Shameless!"

Qin Xuan stretched out his hand and grabbed his curvaceous slender waist, grabbed him and hugged him, lowered his head and breathed hot air in his ear: "Hey, you little heartless little thing, do you think you are Crossing the river and tearing down the bridge, turning your face and denying people? Have you forgotten last night's "Qiong Xiao blows sorrow every night, do you know the plum blossoms"?"

When he saw it, he held back his thoughts, and added more firewood and said: "I remember, the orchid musk deer smelled the fragrance and panted, and the delicate strands of the silk saw the skin..."

Shi Yinian was bewitched by his deep voice, and it quickly played back in his mind. Last night, the two met each other honestly on the 1.8-meter-wide bed in the hot spring villa. His blowpipe skills made Shi Yinian, who had zero experience in the two lives, surrender, desire/immortal/desire/death, his voice was even better than his singing, and Qin Xuan, who was sweating all over his forehead, wanted to record his panting sound When you come down to relieve yourself, it will be an accompaniment.

Qin Xuan accepted it as soon as he saw it, gently kissed his crimson earlobe that was about to bleed, and went around in front of him: "I'm not kidding you, it's like a mimosa, it shrinks when you touch it, so so cute Ya. Let's go?"

Shi Yinian shook his head, wanting to throw away the yellow waste in his mind, but what he was worried about was that the young man in front of him, who looked like a gentleman and well-dressed, would be unable to resist taking off the sheepskin on his body. The wolf pounced and swallowed itself.

He chased after him, and couldn't help but said, "What you promised me yesterday, you won't do the last step before I become an adult, right?"

Qin Xuan almost wanted to say "Can you believe the nonsense of the man on the bed?" to teach him, but when he saw his warm eyes, his heart calmed down, and he couldn't bear to let him feel uneasy at all, so he pointed bowed his head.

In the small Wuye Temple, pilgrims come and go one after another. In the eyes of good men and women, Wuye has assumed the function of folk gods, entrusting people's wishes for good weather, peace and auspiciousness. .

Qin Xuan pulled Shi Yinian and breathed the damp and cold air in late autumn in the mountains, looked at the prayer flags hanging on both sides of the mountain road, listened to the melodious and solemn bell, and his heart was floating with the rising smoke.

They leaned quietly in the depths of time, watching the flowers bloom and wither, and the time flow.

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