rogue

[Extra one]

At sunset, Ji Nianxu lodged in a wild shop in a deserted village.

He threw the burden into the room and went downstairs to eat.

Although the food was hard to swallow, the wine was good, not inferior to the royal brew, so I drank a few more glasses without realizing it.

When he got up and went upstairs, his head was a little dizzy, his footsteps were sloppy, and he seemed to be five or six points drunk.

After entering the room, lying on the bed on his back, closing his eyes, the appearance of that person came to mind involuntarily.

He felt hot all over, tore off his clothes, and lay naked on the bed.

The spring night was cold, but he still felt hot, as if the blood all over his body was burning.

He stretched his hands down his abdomen, holding the hot and hard object, moved slowly, and reached the peak panting in a short while.

The image of that person still lingers in my mind.

Great despair and shame seized him.

He buried his face in the pillow that exudes a strange smell, and the tears flowed down uncontrollably.

"Father Shen...Father Shen..." He choked on his sobs and murmured.

In fact, he didn't want to go anywhere with his sword at all.

He just wanted to go home and return to Father Shen's side.

But he can't.

He couldn't before completely burying those unspeakable wishful thinking.

How long and how far will it take to get rid of those evil thoughts?

he does not know.

Time is the best medicine, one day he will be cured.

He hoped that day would come sooner, so that he could go home and get back to that person.

The night is deep and long, and the moon is bright and round.

He gradually fell asleep and had a good dream.

[Special episode [-]]

Wei Lin opened the door and walked into the study, and saw his youngest son Wei Ran standing in front of the desk, holding a painting in his hand.

His heart skipped a beat.

Wei Ran looked up and saw that it was him, hurriedly walked up to him, and asked in a waxy voice: "Daddy, did you draw this painting? Who is the person in the painting? They are so beautiful."

Wei Lin looked down, grabbed the painting with his hands, and said sharply, "Get out!"

Wei Ran trembled in fright, and looked at Wei Lin timidly, with tears in her crystal clear eyes.

Wei Lin turned his head and said in a deep voice, "Xu Shen, take the second young master out! From now on, no one is allowed to step into the study room without my permission!"

The entourage standing by the side hastily responded, stepped forward and took Wei Ran out, and closed the door.

Wei Lin froze for a moment, walked behind the desk, sat down, and spread the painting in his hand on the table.

The drawing paper has turned yellow, but it does not damage the peerless grace of the person in the painting.

Ten years later, those memories are still as clear as yesterday.

The sound of the wind, the sound of the rain, the dim light, the fragrance of ink, the smiling people.

He knew that he would never forget him in his life.

He didn't want to forget either.

Those little joys that are treasured deep in his memory are enough to support him through a long life.

Wei Lin found the letter from the drawer.

The letter paper has also turned yellow, and the blood stains on it have turned black.

He has read this letter countless times, engraved every word and sentence in his heart, but no matter how many times he reads it, his heart still hurts.

"...There is no destiny in this life, I hope we can meet at the right time in the next life, hold your hand, and grow old together."

In the next life, he must be the first to meet him, and then hold his hand tightly, never letting go.

The author has something to say: Sincerely, two short episodes, this is the end of the full text.

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