Golden House Cangjiao

Zhu Sheng didn't answer immediately, but raised his face, smiled innocently and slyly, "kiss me, and I'll tell you."

Xie Qing let out a "tsk", lowered his head slightly, and his deep eyes glanced over the boy's pale lips. He leaned close to Zhu Sheng's ear, staring at the jade-white earlobe, his voice was slightly hoarse, and there was a bit of excitement. With an unpredictable tone, "Why are you... so profligate?"

After speaking, he pinched Zhu Sheng's chin.

At this moment, the cicadas are singing loudly, the sun is at its peak, and the light and shadow are scattered and slanting. The boy's eyebrows and eyes are especially loved.The flushed face was the right color after the rose petals were soaked in clear water, neither thick nor light, while the curly and thick eyelashes were gently drawn down, and the light shadow that fell only made Zhu Sheng look supple.

Xie Qingrang kissed him.

The cold pine fragrance all over his body is clear, but his breath is scorching hot.Xie Qingrang's hand poked in from the hem of Zhu Sheng's clothes, pressed his back, and let him bear his own kiss. The touch of his fingers was warm and smooth. Even if he couldn't see it, Xie Qingrang knew that it was the boy's snow-colored skin and beauty. Butterfly bone, which he has tasted.

"……pain."

With his lips and tongue brazenly attacking the city, Zhu Sheng pushed Xie Qingrang, only for him to bite him punitively.The light-colored lips were moistened by the water, and they played with them again and again, showing a beautiful color. Zhu Sheng panted lightly, and the corners of his eyes and brows were stained with a bit of spring. I have spoiled you a lot."

Xie Qing raised his eyebrows slightly, Zhu Sheng leaned on his shoulder, unbuttoned his clothes one by one, and said softly: "I still want it."

Hands like cold jade fell from Zhu Sheng's back to the tailbone, Xie Qing let his lowered eyes look at him, and his thin lips parted slightly: "You asked for it."

Even though Zhu Sheng pretended to be drunk last night and teased him deliberately, Xie Qingrang was always worried that it was his first time, but today Xie Qingrang did not let Zhu Sheng go easily.Whether it was Zhu Sheng sobbing in his arms, or biting his shoulders to pant, Xie Qingrang never stopped his possession. From the living room to the bedroom, and from the bedroom to the bathroom, almost every place they left left a smile. Traces of love.

Until Zhu Sheng took Xie Qingrang's hand, fell into his arms, and said uncomfortably, "I have a fever."

Xie Qingrang tried his temperature, and carried him back to the bed.

Later, the family doctor came, and he prescribed medicine for Zhu Sheng, hesitant to speak—the boy was lying on his side on the bed, frowning, the side of his neck and the half-exposed shoulders were all peachy red. There were bruised fingerprints on the wrist pressed against the thin quilt.The searching eyes were about to move down again, Xie Qingrang put Zhu Sheng's hand back into the thin quilt calmly, his eyes were so cold that there was no warmth, "What else?"

"... Pay attention to let the patient rest more."

Xie Qingrang nodded slightly.

After drinking the medicine, Zhu Sheng fell into a drowsy sleep. He dreamed that he was back home.Outside the opened curtains, the moon and stars were sparse, it was a quiet and deserted night, the room was lit like beans, and Zhu Sheng was sitting on the bed reading a book.He turned the page and saw the sentence: Sowebeaton, boatsagainstthecurrent, bornebackceaselesslyintothepast.

"Old dream..."

Zhu Sheng thought for a moment, there was a slight sound outside the door, as if someone was knocking on the door.

He put down the book, got off the bed, put his raised left hand on the handle, and the bright red blood dripped from his wrist, with a "click", the blood flowed over the white arm, fell to the ground, and finally melted into the dark night.Zhu Sheng unscrewed the door unconsciously, and the light illuminated the brown carpet, where a red high-heeled shoe was buckled upside down.

The other high-heeled shoe hangs loosely on the woman's pale and slender ankle.

Zhu Sheng raised his eyes, and in the next second, he almost fell to the ground.

It's Jiang Li.

The light blue cheongsam is sprinkled with bamboo leaves of different shades, Jiang Li's figure is graceful, and no matter how refined the color is, it can also wear a chic luster.Nylon stockings were hanging in front of the door, she was facing Zhu Sheng, her eyes were closed, her hands were hanging down feebly, her face, which had never had any fireworks, was pale, and she had already suffocated to death.

She hanged like this in front of her own door.

"……Mother."

Zhu Sheng woke up crying.

Xie Qingrang put the notebook aside, looked sideways at Zhu Sheng, "What's wrong?"

Zhu Sheng didn't say a word, he was holding on to the front of his clothes with his hands, tears were streaming down his face, he was almost out of breath.Seeing this, Xie Qingrang frowned and walked towards him. Zhu Sheng threw himself into Xie Qingrang's arms, buried his face in the crest of his neck, and his body was trembling slightly. Xie Qingrang's clothes.

Xie Qingrang asked him again: "Uncomfortable?"

Zhu Sheng shook his head and said lightly, "...I had a dream."

"Ok?"

Zhu Sheng raised his left wrist and squeezed it lightly. He wept softly and said, "Dreaming that I didn't survive, these dreams are all fake. I'm fake, my mother is fake, you... You are fake too."

Xie Qingrang pressed him into his arms, and then exerted a little force, "Does it hurt?"

Zhu Sheng nodded.

"If it hurts, it's not a dream." Xie Qing looked at Zhu Sheng with his downcast eyes, his deep black pupils were filled with love and affection, and he said in a deep voice, "I've always been here."

Zhu Sheng listened quietly to Xie Qingrang's heartbeat, again and again, calm and powerful.

He slowly raised his eyebrows, "I wish I had caught up with you sooner."

Xie Qing asked to bow his head and kiss away the tears on Zhu Sheng's face, and then clasped his five fingers, "I will give you the favor you should have but didn't get, in the future."

Zhu Sheng raised his dark eyes, his eyes were wet, "What can I give you?"

Xie Qingrang replied: "Everything about you."

After the mood calmed down, tiredness hit again, Zhu Sheng closed his eyes in Xie Qingrang's arms, and said, "...I want to go home and see my mother, I haven't seen her for a long time."

Xie Qing let out an "um" and said casually, "Wait until your fever subsides."

Zhu Sheng had a fever this time, and it took two days to subside slowly.He wanted to go home to see Jiangli. Xie Qingrang originally planned to drive him back by himself, but there was an emergency, so he had to ask the driver to take him. When passing by the flower shop, Zhu Sheng asked the driver to stop, and he got out of the car and bought a bunch of pink flowers lily.

The system asked him: "Shengsheng, don't you hate lilies? Why did you buy them?"

Zhu Sheng said, "But Mom likes it."

Back at Zhu’s house, the aunt at home began to sigh when she saw Zhu Sheng, “Why are you getting thinner? Did you not eat well again? Or is the food at Mr. Jin’s place not to your liking? Otherwise, I’ll write A few menus, do you take them back and ask them to follow the menu?"

Zhu Sheng shook his head, "When it's hot, I don't want to eat anything."

"You."

The aunt said helplessly: "I really think that I am not a fireworks on earth."

Zhu Sheng smiled, "Mom is still sleeping?"

"I gave her fruit just now, and I was dancing in her room." Auntie put the pink lily that Zhu Sheng brought back on the window sill, "My wife also liked this color of lily before, I remember it should be the days at the end of the month, when flowers The store always sent pink lilies, and then it seemed that there were no more lilies."

Auntie paused, "I remember the first time I saw Madam, I was still wondering where the fairy came from, and the fairy spirit was still lingering around me."

Zhu Sheng just laughed, and asked after a long time, "How is Mom doing?"

Immediately, he tilted his head, his beautiful eyebrows were full of indescribable slyness and agility, "You shouldn't ask such a question. After all, as long as I'm not at home, my mother's mood will definitely improve a lot."

The aunt sighed, "Ma'am, she..."

"Mother."

Zhu Sheng suddenly called softly.

Jiang Li was holding on to the stairs and walking down the stairs.Her footsteps were very light, almost silent, as usual, she ignored Zhu Sheng, just stared at the bunch of pink lilies on the window sill, and walked over step by step.After a while, she asked, "What date is it today?"

Zhu Sheng replied: "June [-]th."

"No. 11..." The fragrance of lilies was faint, and Jiang Li lowered his head and sniffed lightly.She said blankly, "The day I got pregnant with you was also June NO.11."

"I don't want you." Jiang Li smiled, beautiful and out of the world, with a bit of coldness, "But your father begged me, he knelt down and begged me-begged me to give birth to you, begged me not to So selfish."

Said, Jiang Li pushed down the vase on the window sill, the splashed water wetted her skirt, and then quietly melted into the carpet, the cracked tiles were broken into pieces in an instant.Jiang Li turned his face sideways, frowned and said, "He asked me to give him a home, a complete home."