After I was reborn, the scumbag was good

It was impossible for Xiao Qinghe to get something that he had waited for all his life before, and it was impossible not to be knocked.

He kept telling himself in his heart: Don't believe it, don't believe him.

Zong Zhengxu couldn't experience the despair of losing this person again, but could Xiao Qinghe?

He even risked his life in his previous life.

Although that wasn't all Zongzhengxu's fault.

but……

Xiao Qing eased his mind, and said clearly: "I was surrounded by the enemy, and Uncle Li died for me. When the end of the road, where are you?"

Before he could answer, he said firmly, "You are probably marrying Meng Tang."

"No!" Zongzheng Xu shouted, and hurriedly explained: "Qinghe, I'm not married to anyone!"

"I won't marry anyone but you." Zong Zhengxu's chest heaved, his face was a little distorted with excitement, and he looked at him firmly and said, "Qinghe, I have tasted all the suffering you have suffered, and I have not let it go. A little bit, like this, are you happier?"

Xiao Qinghe's chest trembled, he stopped looking at his eager eyes, and insisted: "What does that have to do with me..."

"It has something to do with it!" Zong Zhengxu was about to be driven crazy, Xiao Qinghe's indifferent appearance seemed to tell him that no matter what he did, he didn't want to look at him again.

"It does matter..." He roared with red eyes, "Qinghe, I can give you whatever you want, as long as... as long as you want me."

Before Xiao Qing and Future could answer, the clamor in their ears had faded away, and Zongzheng who had run to the bridal chamber to ask for candy came back late, not looking at his brother at all.

"Qinghe, stretch out your hand!"

With a smile on his face, he grabbed the candies he was carrying into his hands one by one, "I just asked the bride for this. This kind of candy is happy, and I will give it to you."

Xiao Qinghe doesn't like sugar, in fact, as far as his taste is concerned, except for pastries like pear cake, he has always disliked sweets.

But he still accepted half, and put the other half back into his hands, "I just want half, and you will be happy too."

The food in the barracks was simple, so naturally he didn't care about the temper of his elders and young masters, and it was good to have something to eat. Zongzheng had never seen him picky eaters, nor had he seen him outside the barracks, so he naturally didn't know that he didn't like sweets, but he Without forcing it, he took it back as promised, peeled off one, and prepared to stuff it into his mouth.

Just as he stretched out his hand, it was blocked. Zongzheng Xu opened his mouth sullenly, swallowed the candy, puffed out one cheek, and said calmly, "Thank you, Qinghe doesn't eat sweets."

"..." Zongzheng glared at him angrily, and said, "That was in the past, since then Qinghe has eaten!"

After speaking with full confidence, he turned his head and carefully confirmed, "Right? Qinghe."

Shocked by Zongzhengxu's words, Xiao Qinghe replied, "Yes, yes."

Hearing his answer, the light in Zongzheng Xu's eyes dimmed a little, and then he guessed that he had coaxed himself well, and the light came back on again.

The night was very noisy, because Zongzheng Chi was watching, Zongzhengxu couldn't find a chance to sneak into Xiao Qinghe's house.

On the second day, when the bride came out to meet people, she finally bumped into Zong Zhengxu. The two of them faced each other for a moment, and then they looked at each other and smiled, looking away.

Xiao Qinghe curled his lips, feeling a little disappointed in his heart, thinking that he could see the scene where the old man reunited with tears.

Zong Zhengchi's mother and concubine were ill, so he hurried back before dawn, only had time to say goodbye to Xiao Qing in a hurry, saying that he would be back soon.

"Okay, you can go with peace of mind, I'm here, and I won't run away." Xiao Qinghe said.

Brother Jin was overjoyed, and his spirit was naturally refreshed. Jin Suyan happened to be reluctant to part with Xiao Qinghe, so he asked them to have lunch before leaving.

Until the newlyweds sent him and Zongzhengxu to the carriage, Xiao Qinghe failed to see the two old friends recognize each other tearfully.

But it's true, when the old lover meets in front of the new husband, the previous relationship is naturally as obscure as it should be.

Sitting in the carriage, Xiao Qinghe nodded his head in agreement.

"It's not what you think." Zongzheng Xu was somehow able to spy on his thoughts, and said anxiously: "There is no such charming thing in the rumors between Miss Meng and me."

Xiao Qinghe chuckled, feeling funny, "Why do you need to explain to me, what does this have to do with me..."

"It's related!" Zong Zhengxu interrupted him, pinching his shoulders with two big hands, his emotions were a little abnormal, "Qinghe, I didn't tell you many things before, it was my mistake, I made a mistake. It's my fault that I didn't let you feel that the days when I was with you were the only bright days in Zong Zhengxu's life."

He is a tree whose roots are immersed in the darkness, with only one thought in his head. When Xiao Qinghe was around, he knew how to restrain himself, but when he flung his sleeves away, he completely let the darkness swallow him up, and he didn't even bother to hide it. Do it, let yourself be blackened from the inside out.

He deliberately provoked a war, killed until he was numb but did not suffer any injuries. He is the God of War.

Once, watching those enemy soldiers with blood splattered on their faces rushing towards him screaming and killing, the weapon in his hand slowed down, and a thought flashed in his mind: it's better to end it like this.

He even closed his eyes, but his mind was full of Xiao Qing and smiles.

Suddenly it opened again, and it was a joy to kill.

No one knows where a person will go after death, or whether they will meet their old friends again.

At least in this world, he can always remember him.

"What are you talking about..." Xiao Qinghe didn't dare to look into his eyes, every time he stayed in the same space with him, he had to be very energetic, for fear that if he couldn't defend himself alone, the wall built so far would crash collapse.

"No, I want to say it." Zongzheng Xu said: "I want to tell you all my thoughts, Qinghe, you can't get rid of me."

Zongzheng Xu has changed a lot. In the past, he was a dummy who was gentle and refined in every aspect, also like a lukewarm rock. Xiao Qinghe habitually hugged him and warmed him.

Good luck tricks people, if it is reversed, Zongzhengxu is still a stone, this time there is no need to cover him, he is hot now, so hot that he is scalding hot.

It was so hot that Xiao Qinghe didn't dare to take it.

The rest of his life is still long, he could have lived without having to hold on to the past, but he just... couldn't ignore it.

He opened his mouth, but what he said was just an irrelevant sentence, "When are you going back?"

It is obvious to drive people away.

"tomorrow."

Zongzhengxu's answer shocked him, and he couldn't tell what it was like, was it finally a moment of relief or something else?It was very complicated, and he didn't want to delve into it.

He quickly calmed down and said, "Bon voyage."

It's like what all ordinary friends would say before the other party set off.

Zongzhengxu said, "We have a smooth journey."

"?" Xiao Qinghe realized his intention, and said quickly: "No, I won't go back with you."

Zong Zhengxu didn't answer any more, but just asked another question, "I didn't sleep last night, okay, do you want to close your eyes and take a rest?"

Xiao Qinghe looked at him suspiciously for a while, with a vigilant expression.

Don't blame him for being suspicious, it's because Zong Zhengxu has too many eyes and he has to guard against it.

Zongzhengxu felt his gaze, his facial lines gradually softened, and even his tone became lighter, "Qinghe, thank you."

Xiao Qinghe was puzzled, but he didn't bother to ask.

Zong Zhengxu stared at him, his expression was a rare persistence and secretly flowing madness, he continued: "Thank you for coming back."

Xiao Qinghe still couldn't defend himself.

The next morning, the genius was very bright, and he felt in a daze that he was being held in someone's arms, and clothes were being put on his body one by one.

He opened his eyes blankly, but his hands were bound by Zong Zhengxu's fast removal of his belt in the next instant.

"!!!" Xiao Qinghe's eyes widened suddenly, "What are you doing?!"

"Tie you back." Zongzheng Xu sat on his lap and pressed him to keep him from moving, while neatly dressing him, the stubbornness in his eyes was so frightening to the beholder, "Qinghe, I want Go back to Huai Lei for a few days, and you have to go back."

"I won't answer!" Xiao Qinghe struggled and shouted: "Why do you make decisions for me?!"

His body was just a weak actor, how could he beat Zong Zhengxu, a general who fought in the battlefield all the year round, and was quickly suppressed by him.

"Qinghe, I must take you with me," Zongzheng Xu pressed his forehead against his, with a gentle yet stubborn expression, his voice trembling slightly, "I can't miss you anymore."

"Qinghe, these two years are the two years I regret the most, and they are also the two years I have lived the most clearly."

Zong Zhengxu clasped the back of his head with one hand, leaned forward and kissed his lips, lingered greedily for a long time, and just said, "Qinghe, I can't live without you."

Xiao Qinghe turned his head, feeling mixed feelings in his heart, and sadness took up most of his mood. He gasped and said, "Zongzheng Xu, what's the use of you just talking about this now?"

"Of course it is useful." Zongzheng Xu was in a very good mood because of this long-lost kiss. He found a belt out of nowhere and tied his feet. He bent down and picked him up, wanting to kiss his forehead. But being avoided, he didn't feel frustrated, insisted on dropping the kiss, kissed him on the neck, hugged him and walked out, saying: "Qinghe, I give you my heart."

Xiao Qinghe couldn't help but close his eyes tiredly, you gave me your heart, but didn't ask me if I wanted it.

He was gently put into the carriage, and Zongzheng Xu followed him, sitting beside him, with one arm around his waist, enjoying this long-lost intimacy.

Even if this person is forced, he is satisfied.

Xiao Qinghe finally returned to his side. This was not any of his previous dreams, nor was it the phantom he saw in his midnight dream, but a living, flesh and blood Xiao Qinghe who would scold him and get angry.

Xiao Qinghe couldn't bear his overly enthusiastic gaze and the lust shining in those eyes, he thought for a long time.

He... let's say it was his past life, where he was disheartened and hopeless, but when he thought about it carefully, what did his death have to do with Zong Zhengxu?

Even if he was not recalled back to the imperial city, how could he catch up to save him?

Even Zongzhengchi who was so close to old man Qin couldn't catch up, let alone Zongzhengxu who belonged to two camps with him.

What Zongzheng Xu owed him was never life, but love.

But now it seems that what kind of love is love, not to mention whether it can be repaid, but how to repay it.

Even if he paid it back, he doesn't want it now.

So he said: "Zongzheng Xu, I forgive you, we will stop here."