The male protagonist has a crush on this seat's vest

Qi Yan looked at the rusty sword in his hand, and pursed his lips slightly, knowing that he would continue to procrastinate because of timidity.

After all, things are already like this now, so what's the use of escaping?

Qi Yan thought about this matter in his heart and waited anxiously all afternoon.When it was dark, he sneaked out from the sect.

He didn't know how long it would take for Brother Fang to wake up when he went to call Brother Fang.

But he didn't want to keep the other party waiting for too long, so he thought about shaking the rattle until he got closer.

But along the way, a crooked thought slowly appeared in Qi Yan's mind, and gradually grew, occupying his entire atrium, causing him to remain motionless even though his fingertips kept touching the cold metal surface of the drum body. .

He couldn't wait to get closer to Brother Fang, and if he got closer, he'd better be able to see every detail of Brother Fang's waking up, and take all the actions of the other party under his eyes.

A quarter of an hour later, Qi Yan jumped down from a height and landed firmly on the ground, shaking up the sand and stones all over the place.

He straightened his tall body and stood alone at the bottom of the pit in the darkness, silently looking at the place in his memory where Brother Fang stored his body, his slightly stern face was unpredictable.

It would be best to call Brother Fang here now.

Although Brother Fang once said that if he ran up to him and called him, he would punish him, but it was Brother Fang who asked him to come to him earlier, so if he wanted to punish him, it would be impossible to count.

But he just stood there, as if staring at a certain point in a daze, but didn't do anything else.

Qi Yan knew in his heart that he shouldn't mess with Fang Yun's things.It's best to do nothing and wait quietly for Brother Fang to wake up.

But at this moment, another thought kept popping up in his mind: Do you still remember the way you were when you came last time?

You dragged out his sarcophagus, you smashed his lid, and you cried for a long time holding his body, but he didn't seem to notice it at all.

If you move his sarcophagus again now, he will be the same as last time, so he won't be able to find it, right?

Maybe... Maybe he doesn't need to wake up Brother Fang in such a hurry, he can drag Brother Fang's sarcophagus out first... and then secretly look at Brother Fang for a while.

Instead of keeping a proper distance as usual, and not even daring to stare at Brother Fang's face intently, lest the other party feel offended.

In addition to the frequent thoughts of Fang Yun, he still has a trace of awe.

Respecting Fang Yun's kindness to him, the trace of fear is because he is always worried that he is not good enough, and he does not look good enough in front of Fang Yun, which makes Fang Yun feel disappointed.

This shred of fear constrains many of his actions, and a small desire called "Brother Fang" has accumulated in his heart.

He just wanted to look at Brother Fang more unscrupulously, and hug Brother Fang, even if it was only for a moment, this thought made his arms itch.

And this time seems to be the moment when he can realize his idea.

Qi Yan's fingertips twitched for a moment, as if he just came back to his senses, he strode to the edge of the dirt wall, and raised his hand to feel along the dirt.

After a while, his hand suddenly felt empty, as if it had been inserted into the earth wall.

Qi Yan paused for a moment, then groped around for a while, and soon touched a cold and angular object.

He knew that this was the sarcophagus that carried Brother Fang's body, so he groped along the cold stone to the corner of the sarcophagus, grabbed it with his hands, and dragged it out with a heavy breath.

The sarcophagus was not light at all, but with the added weight of an adult, it was so heavy that the veins on Qi Yan's forehead twitched violently, and it took him a long time to pull the sarcophagus out with all his strength.

The sarcophagus was still as cold and dark as the last time I saw it.

It's just that the lid of the coffin was smashed last time, probably because it hasn't been repaired yet, the sarcophagus has not been covered, and the things inside are directly exposed to Qi Yan's vision.

It was the height of an adult man, and it was a strip-shaped object tightly wrapped by a broken straw mat.

Qi Yan stared at it, and his heart beat slowly accelerated.

He knew that this was probably his elder brother Fang, but somehow he was covered by a broken straw mat.

Qi Yan stretched out his hand towards the straw mat, his fingertips were trembling imperceptibly.

On the one hand, he was afraid that Fang Yun would suddenly wake up and scold him at this time, and on the other hand, even though he knew that Fang Yun had not really passed away, seeing a corpse-like body was still a bit exciting.

Qi Yan gently lifted the long strip up, letting it rest on his chest, and then carefully peeled off the straw mat, revealing the fair and handsome face inside.

At this moment, the young man seemed to just fall asleep in a relaxed state, with his eyes closed without any vigilance, allowing Qi Yan to slowly peel him out of the layers of wrapping, his whole body was soft, and his head even followed Qi Yan's movements slightly. She moved back and leaned against Qi Yan's shoulder, revealing her snow-white neck.

Qi Yan looked at the lowered eyelids of the person in his arms and the small piece of bewitching cinnabar on it, swallowed unconsciously, and was stunned.

At this moment, he suddenly recalled the previous beautiful dream.

The scene at this time is so similar to that in the dream.

Qi Yan hugged this physical body into his arms, only to feel that it was cold and soft, but his arms gradually became tainted with his body temperature.

This feeling is as if this person belongs to him at this time.

Qi Yan lightly touched the hair of the flesh body with the tip of his nose, and then called softly, "Brother Fang."

No one answered.

He called again: "Brother Fang."

The body was dead silent, if it wasn't cold but not stiff, it would have looked like a real corpse.

Qi Yan shook the person in his arms: "Brother Fang?"

……

Qi Yan yelled three times but no one responded, as if this person really didn't have the slightest perception of the outside world at this time.

It seemed that no matter what Qi Yan was doing in front of him at this time, even beating gongs, drums, somersaults and monkeys, there was no way to wake him up.

Qi Yan moved the head of this flesh body slightly, making it lean on his shoulder and raise his face.

Qi Yan lowered his head to look at this handsome face, his gaze stayed on the pale lips for a moment.

In that day's dream, the light-colored lips were crystal clear and full of water stains, and there was a gift from brother Fang in his lips. It was a mess of sweetness, and it was not exactly the same as this time.

Qi Yan stared at this face for a moment, and finally wiped it from the corner of his lips with his fingertips, caressing the side face of the flesh body.

It was a softness that he had never felt before, soft to the heart.

Qi Yan felt as if a pot of honey had been poured into his heart, and he was dizzy with sweetness.

He tilted his head and looked at it for a while, finally lowered his head, and gently touched the small piece of cinnabar on the eyelid of the flesh with his lips.

His nose was lingering with the scent of the other party, and it seemed that the beauty was in a mess at the moment.

Qi Yan paused for a moment, then hesitantly licked the piece of cinnabar with the tip of his tongue.

Brother Fang didn't wake up, so Brother Fang wouldn't know about it.

However, before he could immerse himself in the atmosphere for a moment, he heard a burst of harsh and hoarse "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" sounded one after another amidst the fluttering sound.

Qi Yan was so frightened that he jumped up and threw the fleshy body out of his arms.

Then he discovered that it was a group of crows flying back from outside.

It was around this time that this place was regarded as their nest, and it was time to return to their nest after dark.

Qi Yan's heart was beating like thunder, but it didn't show on his face, he still had a stern look.

He paused for a moment, then quickly picked up the body again, carefully wrapped it and stuffed it into the sarcophagus.

On the other side, Fang Yun heard that Qi Yan was practicing calligraphy in his study when he shook the rattle today.

He tilted his head slightly, as if listening for a moment, and then the corners of his lips curled up slightly, revealing an expression that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.

Fang Yun rolled up his cuffs, stopped the movement of his hands, and put the brush back on the pen holder.

Immediately, he lifted his robe, stood up and walked out.

He had just judged Qi Yan's location through his voice, and the other party had already left his sect and came out.

This little boy finally still thinks about himself, and dares to come to him.

There was no movement for so long, almost making Fang Yun think that he was missing an arm and a leg and couldn't get out.

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