I know I was wrong

In the early morning, just after dawn, Xue Cuo tiptoed down from the couch.

He pressed a kiss lightly on Yan Shirong's forehead, as if he had tied something to his little finger.Yan Shirong slept very lightly that night, and woke up as soon as she heard the sound, but just closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.

The moment Xue Cuo left the room, he quickly opened his eyes, sat up, and looked down at his little finger.

——An arm-length red thread was firmly tied to his little finger, and only then did he realize that today is the Qixi Festival.

Yan Shirong dressed quickly, and quietly followed Xue Cuo to the street.

This was the first time he went to the streets by himself after coming to Northern Xinjiang. The streets were bustling with people, and everyone had red strings tied on their little fingers.

As Zhuo Ling said, the streets are full of wind, flowers, snow and moon.The dancer with her belly open began to twist her waist in the street, the younger brother who was a performer breathed out fire and danced with swords, his eyes were swaggering, and the shopkeeper of the restaurant was enthusiastic, with his fragrant shoulders half exposed, and his eyebrows were affectionate with a branch of flowers in his mouth.

Yan Shirong couldn't help feeling sour, seeing Xue Cuo walk through the streets and alleys into the Xueguang Tower.

The elder sister in the attic smiled down while wearing a handkerchief, Yan Shirong's face was distorted with anger.

He was going to follow after three steps and two steps, but for a while, everyone was shocked by his color, and they surrounded him for a while to measure themselves.This place is no different than Jingzhong, Yan Shirong doesn't have the title of prince and can do whatever he wants, so he can only say "excuse me" in the crowd over and over again.

Seeing Xue Cuo strutting into the building, he was facing him across the street, unable to move his legs.

Yan Shirong lowered his head, but he still didn't have the courage to go in.

He smiled self-deprecatingly, his bright eyes sparkled with water, but his eye sockets gradually turned red.

He dare not.

The more you care about him, the more afraid you will be.

Just as he took a few steps back to leave, a pair of hands put his shoulders.

He turned his head immediately and saw Zhuo Ling looking at him with a smile on his face.

"Sister, why do you..."

"Why don't you go in?" Zhuo Lingyang pointed to the plaque of Xueguang Tower, and hung a section of red thread with his tail finger, the red thread swayed through the light and shadow.

Yan Shirong stopped talking, her lips were pursed into a thin line, and she looked down at the ground.

The smile on Zhuo Ling's face was even wider, and he dragged Yan Shirong across the street, and went straight to the Xueguang Building: "Go and see, you don't want to know who made Xue Cuo linger so much?"

Yan Shirong was stunned, bit Yin Hong's lower lip, and did not answer.

He wanted to know, he wanted to know so badly.

But... so what can I do if I know.

Zhuo Ling smiled slightly, and led him into the building. The procuress facing him hesitated: "It's not the time yet..."

Zhuo Ling just smiled, pushed Yan Shirong a few steps and said: "He can't sit still."

The old procuress understood, and looked at Yan Shirong up and down. She was dressed in bright red clothes, but her brows and eyes were noble and jade-like, making it difficult to look away.I thought that the young man in Xuanyi who came a few days ago was already the best in the world, but I didn't know that this one was even more celestial, and it was no wonder that he was so cherished.

Yan Shirong didn't know what the old bustard was thinking, Ren Zhuoling pushed him upstairs like a walking corpse, but hesitated when he entered the door.

Zhuo Ling sighed, everyone in the Yan family said the same thing, why is his younger brother so hesitant?She looked at Yan Shirong heartbrokenly, and said: "What are you afraid of with this face? Go in and tell Xue Cuo that you like him very much and don't want him to go to brothels and make trouble with him! Is it difficult? I will be killed by you Both of them were dying of anxiety..."

Yan Shirong's hand knocking on the door shrank slightly, and she closed her eyes, but she didn't know what she was thinking.

A gentle singing sound came from inside the door, and Yan Shirong's face turned pale.

Xue Cuo...is he actually listening to Xiao Guan singing? !

It was as if ten thousand hands were scratching in his heart, itching and hurting, he didn't want to retreat, but he couldn't move forward either.

Zhuo Ling took the opportunity to say: "If you don't go in, Mrs. Xue will be replaced by someone else."

Yan Shirong gritted her teeth and kicked the door open.

Don't panic, don't panic, catching rape is nothing more than being steady and ruthless.

The eyes need to look straight ahead, unbiased, and the eyes need to be fierce and gloomy, neither false nor oblique.Walking along the way, looking at the screen, it makes people shudder, and the back is shady, even in the house, it seems like severe winter.

Yan Shirong clenched his fist, his joints turned white, he raised his foot and kicked the screen down, and shouted loudly: "Xue Cuo!"

Time seemed to stand still.

Show off your momentum, show off your momentum!Yan Shirong secretly encouraged herself.

"Xue Cuo!" He shouted loudly.

Yes, it's that fierce.

The young lady in the room was about to sing the first line of "Drunk in the East Wind", when suddenly frightened by Yan Shirong, her voice dropped suddenly, breaking into a ridiculous note.

Yan Shirong looked at the young man, and found that he was just a middle-aged man, his facial features were not particularly outstanding, and except for his lively and smooth voice, there was nothing to recommend him.

Xue Cuo is actually for such a little girl...

Yan Shirong couldn't help but said fiercely: "Xue Cuo! How could you come here!"

Xue Cuo was looking at the score with a smile on his face, when he saw Yan Shirong coming, he was a little surprised for a while, but his eyes were shining, he walked over and pulled him over: "Why are you here?"

When Yan Shirong was touched by Xue Cuo, his cold face, which was so easily tense, split open as if a stone was thrown into a frozen lake, and he stuttered: "You, you, you...do you know that you are wrong?"

But the voice became smaller and smaller, and after a few "you", the voice was like a gnat.

Zhuo Ling winked into the house, Xiao Guan immediately understood, smiled, and closed the door with her.

Yan Shirong avoided his hand, and smiled on the surface: "You are so elegant."

Xue Cuo looked down at him, and couldn't help laughing after thinking about the cause and effect.His little prince is so cute.

Seeing him laughing, Yan Shirong became even more furious, "How could you—"

What can be, Yan Shirong didn't say.

He couldn't say it, but felt a little wronged, and complained loudly: "Xue Cuo, you are such a bastard."

In fact, Yan Shirong didn't know how to swear, as soon as she uttered a swear, it was loud, lacking momentum, and a little bit more coquettish.He should be more fierce, he secretly reminded himself, trying to make amends with his fierce eyes, but when he glared at Xue Cuo with mist in his eyes, his eyes were watery, not fierce enough, but full of affection.

Xue Cuo couldn't stand Yan Shirong looking at it like this, his heart itched, the smile on his face deepened, and he went to hug him.

Seeing that Xue Cuo was still laughing, Yan Shirong pushed him away, and questioned, "You said you loved me!"

"Yes." Xue Cuo came over, grabbed Yan Shirong's wrist, resisted his extremely heavy push, tied the red thread of their little fingers together, and tied a knot.

Yan Shirong stiffened her neck and raised her head, like a bullied little beast.Xue Cuo couldn't help tightening his throat, and he took him to the chair and sat down.

Yan Shirong was still getting more and more angry as he thought about it, he stood up with a "crack", gritted his teeth and asked, "Xue Cuo! Are you floating or I, Yan Shirong, are not good-looking!"

He only said he loves you, but he didn't say he only loves you.

His father often told him how long it would be good for Israel to serve others.Sure enough, retribution came.He, Yan Shirong, relied on this face, he was everywhere in and out of the palace, he could accomplish anything he wanted, and he did not hesitate to commit crimes based on beauty.

Great rivers and rivers rolled by, but they capsized in the gutter, and were cut off by a little-known young man.

Xue Cuo stretched out his hand and gave him a gentle sigh: "Who said you are not good-looking?"

Yan Shirong was anxious and angry, as soon as Xue Cuo put his hand on his back, he shouted: "Don't touch me!"

Xue Cuo took his hand back.

Before being comforted by Xue Cuo, Yan Shirong was even more angry, so angry that even the tip of his nose turned red, his bright red mouth was pursed into a thin line, wishing he could tear off the red line on his little finger.

Xue Cuo narrowed his eyebrows, quickly grasped his hand with his sharp eyes, and called him softly: "Ayu, Ayu."

Yan Shirong looked at him blankly.

Xue Cuo's five fingers pierced through his fingers, and took the opportunity to hold them firmly, with a low and hoarse voice: "Ayu, you have me in your heart."

"No!!!" Yan Shirong flatly denied it.

At this time, whoever admits will lose.

The more he thought about it, the more wronged he became, and he couldn't push Xue Cuo away, so Xue Cuo could only take him into his arms bit by bit.Xue Cuo's embrace was wide but tight, and the hearts of the two were so close, as if they could feel each other's powerful beating.

Yan Shirong secretly scolded himself for being unbelievable, no matter how long it took, he couldn't resist Xue Cuo's embrace.

Yes, it was Xue Cuo who threw himself into his arms on purpose to disturb his mind.

Xue Cuo smiled softly above his head, "Ayu, I have you in my heart."

Yan Shirong was startled for a moment, his chest throbbed deafeningly.

His eyes were hot, and he heard Xue Cuo say: "When I went to the street last month, I heard someone singing "Intoxicated in the East Wind" in Xueguanglou. Thinking of last year, you also went to Julou to order this song. People there said you liked it. listen."

"But I don't want you to listen to other young ladies singing."

"So, I came here to learn."

"Ayu, I am so happy that you eat so much food and give me red eyes."

Yan Shirong struggled twice: "Who, who has red eyes?"

"It's my red eyes." Xue Cuo rubbed his chin on the top of Yan Shirong's head, his tone was inexplicably cold, "Every time I hear people say that you went to Jianchun Street, I wish I could kill them all."

When it came to the matter of Jianchun Street in the capital, Yan Shirong knew that he couldn't hold his head up.He only heard Zhuo Ling once say that Xue Cuo came to Jianchun Street, and he was already so angry that Xue Cuo had been jealous of him countless times in the past years.

Yan Shirong hugged Xue Cuo, and gently rubbed his cheek against him.

"But as soon as I saw you, I couldn't get angry." Xue Cuo touched his cheek: "How could there be such a reason, Ayu?"

Yan Shirong didn't move anymore, with mixed feelings in his heart, he slowly looked into Xue Cuo's affectionate eyes.

Xue Cuo separated slightly from him, stared into Yan Shirong's eyes, traced across his face with one hand, gestured with the other, and the red line swayed gently in the air.

"The green pine withered and the strange python opened its teeth..." The hand was as light as snow and silk, brushing Yan Shirong's eyebrows, corners of eyes, high nose, red lips, "It can be chanted and described..."

Yan Shirong suspected that it was the snow shark silk that was messing with his heart, creating ripples in layers.

It's very itchy.

Xue Cuo's fingertips ran across his Adam's apple along his chin, and Yan Shirong couldn't help but wince, and he continued to sing: "There is a lot of people at the banquet. Answer Su Pin and pour it into the ceremony, don't get drunk. Get on the horse..."

Xue Cuo's voice is deep and cold, but singing such a melody also has its own flavor.

After he finished singing, Yan Shirong put his head straight on Xue Cuo's shoulder, and then plunged in. He never thought that Xue Cuo would learn to sing such a low-level tune for him.

"Xue Cuo, Xue Cuo, Xue Cuo..."

Yan Shirong's voice was hoarse, biting his lip with a painful look on his face.

Xue Cuo smiled, and coaxed softly: "I'm here, called Brother Cangyu, be good."

"Brother Cangyu."

Xue Cuo felt that this kind of Ayu was really well-behaved. He hugged him and sat down gently, and said again: "Ayu, you have me in your heart."

"Yeah, with you and with you... Are you satisfied?"

The corner of Xue Cuo's mouth couldn't stop rising, "It's more than satisfied——"

"I simply died with no regrets."

The author has something to say: Thanks for the super fierce mines and grenades!Don't vote so much!Too expensive!

Thanks to the little girl and wifi for the water in the fat house, Xiao Xie is another happy fat house today!

The next episode is about getting married, let me brew it for a few days, and I will definitely not be a monster or a knife, and we will be sweet all the way!trust me!