Jade clear

When Fang Guan woke up, Song Qingyan was sitting on the edge of the bed holding his hand and closing his eyes.

Fang Guan thought in a daze, fortunately he ran fast, and finally caught up with Qing Yanjun on the road to Huangquan!

"Qing Yan-jun, Qing Yan-jun..." Fang Gu An shook his arm lightly and whispered.

Holding his hand tightly, Fang Guan looked up, Song Qingyan's eyes were full of tenderness as always, and he was staring at him affectionately.

Fang Gu An wept with joy, his pale face turned bloody from crying, he stretched out his arms to touch Song Qingyan's face: "I thought I'd never see you again..."

Song Qingyan grabbed his hand and pressed his face against it, licking the tears from the corners of his eyes, leaned down and kissed his forehead: "Don't cry, I'm here, I'm here."

Fang Guan twitched: "You can't leave me anymore, you see, even if I become a ghost, I will follow you."

Song Qingyan smiled slightly, and took a gentle bite on his lower lip: "Where is the kid so clingy? Naiheqiao only allows one person to walk at a time."

Fang Gu An hurriedly hugged him, shaking his head aggrievedly and crying: "No, I don't want it, don't leave me alone, I'll go and beg Yan-wang, all the ghosts and little ghosts begging all over...it will definitely be possible, Let us be together, and we will be together in the next life..."

Song Qingyan patted him on the back, secretly thinking that he really shouldn't have teased this silly boy, and coaxed with regret: "Gu An, we are not dead, Yan-Wang will not let us separate."

Fang Gu An's eyes widened in a daze when he heard the words, with teardrops still trembling on his eyelashes: "How could it be..."

"Fortunately, there is a fairy to help, probably a kind-hearted fairy."

Fang Guan blinked blankly again, slowly regained his composure, pinched himself and poked the person opposite, as if he had finally determined something, he threw himself into Song Qingyan's arms Rubbling like a cub.

Song Qingyan scratched his head and asked amusedly, "So happy?"

"Happy! Very happy! You can't hide from me whether you live or die!"

What joy in life, what pain in death?

Birth and death, life and death, life and death, the joy of life and the pain of death are all for you.

An assassination turmoil was calmed down like this. Because the emperor had no children, many forces in the capital coveted Gu An for a long time, and the emperor took this as an opportunity to step by step to open the hidden net.

A giant net involved many royal relatives, relatives, aristocratic families, tens of thousands of dead bodies when the emperor was furious, and the guillotine was stained with old blood and new blood.

The pear blossoms in the small courtyard with green tiles and white walls quietly bloomed and thanked, thanked and bloomed again, like this for several years.

Under the pear blossoms, Fang Gu An nestled on the rattan chair and took a nap, breathing shallowly while rubbing his round belly.

A gust of gentle wind blows gently, a pear petal quietly leaves the branch, swaying and fluttering with the wind, falling down, as if tentatively falling on the young man, the young man breathes lightly, the petal finally swirls and lands on his lips superior.

A little warm and cool, pure and fragrant.

Another gust of wind blows the petals away.

Fang Gu'an closed his eyes and hummed in a tired voice: "Brother, don't bother me..."

After a long while, lazily still reluctant to open his eyes, he muttered in a low voice, "Why did you just take a moment..."

Song Qingyan stood behind him holding the porridge, holding back a smile with the corners of his mouth trembling.

Fang Gu'an moaned, "I still have to do it" and kissed the air with the tip of her pink tongue.

A familiar breath rolled over his lips and pressed against him.

"Um... brother..."

Enough intimacy, Song Qingyan picked up the porridge and blew on it, about to feed it to him.

Fang Gu An wrinkled his small face and touched his stomach: "I can't eat anymore, if I eat Gu An again, I will have a baby!"

Song Qingyan rolled his eyes calmly.

"Just the sister who came to work last time, because of having a baby, her stomach is bulging, um... she is a little bulging than mine! I can't eat any more!" Fang Guan whispered in Song Qingyan's ear God muttered mysteriously.

Song Qingyan stared at Fang Guan intently. There was nothing about his long-grown body and delicate face that would not make people's hearts flutter.

After pondering for a while, Song Qingyan suddenly said out of context: "Gu An, you have grown up."

Fang Guan nodded obediently, half understanding.

Song Qingyan stroked Fang Guan's soft and tender belly thoughtfully.

"Gu An won't have a baby here."

Fang Guan was shocked!

"why?!"

Before he had time to ask more, Song Qingyan stretched his arms into his legs and hugged him by the waist, Fang Guan screamed and grabbed his neck.

"Go back to the house and tell you slowly."

For a long time later, Fang Gu'an thought it was an extremely gentle dream. In the auspicious light of the feather, he clearly remembered the expression on his face and the warmth of his skin, like the lines engraved on a copper engraving. A pen and a painting are engraved deep in the soul.

And Song Qingyan disappeared without a trace in the early morning after that night.

It disappeared so completely that it was as if this person had never appeared before.

Still the same scene, under the pear tree, the quiet boy with his eyes closed.

The pear blossoms that fell all over the ground were as melancholy as a dream, Lu Chaoling hugged Yue Qingran in his arms with his backhand, and raised his hand to cover his eyes in a little helplessness.

"Don't cry."

There were tears flowing from between the fingers, soft and gentle, but there was no sound of crying.

Lu Chaoling heard his hollow and desperate voice: "Brother Yan's obsession is for me."

Do you remember who you really are?

Where are you from?

Why are you here?

No reincarnation, no beginning and no end.

The clouds and mountains are green and the river is vast. In the vast tranquility, Song Qingyan flows the river full of stars.

He was dreaming in the mountains and rivers, breathing with the heaven and the earth, and he didn't know where he was going.

Behind him is the black wind, the dark starry sky, endless and long, mighty without stopping.

He turned his head and looked at the time road in the distance, white clouds and gray dogs, boundless loneliness.

He closed his eyes, and suddenly thought of a person, with gentle eyes, tightly clasped fingers, and a warm soul.

As the seasons change and the stars move, the sun changes and the moon changes, new buds emerge from dead wood, and flowers bloom from bones.

Three thousand worlds, one flower and one tree, one sand and one leaf, have never been related to you.

What are you living for?

Have you ever met such an unforgettable person—a person who makes you go through life and death, beyond redemption, and you want to look back again.

Tears slowly rolled down from the corners of Fang Gu'an's eyes. A pair of callused hands stroked Fang Gu'an's pale and thin face. In the dark blue spiritual power package, a voice with deep nostalgia said: "I'm back."

The author has something to say:

This paragraph is finally finished.

They must have all died!

At the critical moment, my heart softens... When I was young, I couldn't blink my eyes when I was abused, but when I was old, I preferred to be silly, white and sweet~