Younger brother

Ever since Li Fu brought the boy who looked like Shan Niantong back to the Li Mansion, he never asked about it again, and he even seldom stepped into the side courtyard where the boy was placed.Li Fu didn't know why he was like this, he wanted to see that young man, but he didn't want to see him again.

Li Fu was afraid that he would not be able to control himself when faced with such a god-like face. It was not only an insult to Shan Niantong who had been dead for 12 years, but also a trample on his youthful love.

In the No. 12 years after Shan Niantong's death, Li Fu finally understood that he loved him so much at the beginning, but when he fell in love with him at that time, Li Fu didn't understand feelings, and now he feels unforgettable after parting .

Recently, Li Jin's world has become more and more prosperous, but Li Fu's heart has become more and more empty.

Every night in the past, Li Fu would dream of Shan Niantong. In his dream, Shan Niantong was wearing a red dress, smiling as if he was alive, but recently, Li Fu is less and less able to dream of He is gone, even if I dream, in the dream, I can no longer see his face clearly.

Li Fu began to panic, he was worried that he would forget Shan Niantong's face.

So today, Li Fu stepped into the yard where he sent people to guard the young man again. He didn't want to do anything else, he just wanted to see that similar face.

And when he walked in, the boy was not in the bedroom, and a copy of "Small Building" was placed randomly on the bed.

Li Fu turned the pages of the book, but saw that some crabapple flowers were painted on the blank space of the book, and there was also an inscription on reading the book. Li Fu's fingers began to tremble slightly. When he saw traces of folded pages and even found a dried crabapple flower, he was so shocked that he could hardly hold the book.

Scribbling and drawing questions in the blank space of the book, these are Shan Niantong’s habits during his lifetime, and folding the pages is a bad habit that he never got rid of. Then, paint with ink.

It is not surprising to say that one person looks like another person, but if even the details of habits are so similar, Li Fu can't help but have a terrible thought, maybe, Shan Niantong came back to life, maybe he is The Tonger next to Shan Qiye.

"What are you doing in my room?" A clear voice sounded from behind Li Fu.

Li Fu turned around, and saw the young man named Tong'er standing at the door in white clothes, with white silk covering his eyes, but the exposed distant mountain eyebrows, the tall and delicate bridge of the nose, and the thin red lips were all in harmony with him. Shan Niantong at the age of 16 is generally the same.

Li Fu walked towards him, couldn't help reaching out to caress his beautiful eyebrows.

"Is the person you've been thinking of really so similar to me?" Tong'er asked.

Li Fu replied: "No, maybe you are him."

But Tong'er smiled: "I am me, not anyone else."

Li Fu said, "Play a game of chess with me."

Sitting on the couch, Li Fu watched Tong'er's every move when playing chess. Just like Shan Niantong, he would habitually hold the chess piece and rub it with his fingertips before making a move. Will look at Li Fu with a sly smile.

During the whole game of chess, Li Fu's mind was not on the chess game, and soon Tong'er took a big part of it.

"I won." Tong'er smiled happily, stretching out her ring finger to caress her thin lips.

Watching his every move, Li Fu, whose mind was not on the chess game at all, became more and more suspicious. He couldn't help but overturned the table and the chessboard, threw Tong'er on the couch, and even reached out and stroked him. With a long neck, he has a beating chest.

Facing him being so frivolous, Tong'er didn't show any resistance at all, she just turned her face sideways and let him touch her.

Li Fu came to his senses all of a sudden. This was not his Shan Niantong. If Shan Niantong had been treated so lightly by him back then, he would have raised his hand and slapped him, and then scolded angrily: "Li Fu, I When you are a confidant, what do you think I am."

Li Fu withdrew his hand in disappointment, apologized to Tong'er, and walked out of the courtyard in a daze.

For the next few days, Li Fu would step into this side courtyard, watching the boy's every move with infatuation.

Finally, on a certain day, the boy accidentally told him that he had been in a coma for 16 years, so he couldn't remember what happened in the past.Such a simple sentence made Li Fu ecstatic, and his heart, which had been silent for 12 years, violently trembled again.

Li Fu asked Jin Ruocheng: "Is there anything in this world that can make people forget everything?"

Jin Ruocheng replied: "Only Nuan Chunyu can solve it."

According to the rumors, Nuan Chunyu is an ancient god, which can make the face of the living person immortal and the corpse warm as life, but at the same time, it can also seal the memory of the person.Nuan Chunyu used to be the heirloom of the Shangguan family, and it fell into the hands of Shangguan Xie, but Shangguan Xie is dead, and the treasure is nowhere to be found.

Li Fu was ecstatic: "How can I restore that person's memory?"

But the next moment, Jin Ruocheng's answer made Li Fu feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave: "Kill him, take out the Nuan Chunyu, and he will be able to remember everything."

Li Fu murmured: "Kill him... No, I can't, I can't make a second mistake."

Jin Ruocheng said: "If you insist on restoring his memory, that's fine."

Li Fu rekindled hope: "Is there any other way?"

Jin Ruocheng smiled: "There is no perfect solution. The second method is to light the evergreen lamp next to his bed every night to recall his memory, but there is very little hope of remembering it. The evergreen lamp is nothing but It’s just a legend that’s just a joke.”

Li Fu thought, even if this evergreen lamp burns for ten or twenty years, even if it burns for a lifetime, he still has hope to know whether Tong'er is his Shan Niantong.

Jin Ruocheng poured a bucket of cold water on him coldly and said, "If you don't kill him, maybe he won't remember the past in his life."

However, Li Fu smiled: "It's okay, then I will wait, even if I wait until the next life, I am willing to wait."

From then on, Li Fu went to Tong'er's bed every night and lit the evergreen lamp without interruption.

Whenever Li Fu asked Tong'er if he remembered anything, Tong'er always shook his head.

While Li Fu was wandering around, Chen Xianyu's rebel army quietly disguised themselves as ordinary people, crossed the Changshui border of Yinzhou, and set up camp in a deserted village hundreds of miles away from the imperial capital.

After Chen Xianyu and Xiao Feng met, they discussed the defense plan of the imperial capital until late at night. When they had a dispute about the attack method of a certain place, there was a sudden knock on the wooden door of the folk house.

Chen Xianyu had already held down the hilt of his sword, Xiao Feng also drew his sword, and opened the door vigilantly, but unexpectedly, the only person standing outside the door was Ah Fu who came to deliver soup late at night.

"The two generals have worked hard, Ah Fu just came to give you some soup." Ah Fu smiled gently.

Xiao Feng didn't take the soup bowl, but just stared at Ah Fu vigilantly.

Seeing Xiao Feng like this, Chen Xianyu poured half a bowl of soup at the door of the mouse hole in the room. Seeing that the smelly meaty mouse was safe after eating the broth, he drank the remaining half bowl of soup. Said: "So, General Xiao can rest assured?"

Xiao Feng just took the bowl of soup and drank it, but Ah Fu's eyes were red with annoyance.

At night, Chen Xianyu found that Ah Fu was still angry, Chen Xianyu also knew that in today's scarcity of supplies, Ah Fu must have spent a lot of effort to make the chicken soup, it was out of good intentions, But to be so suspected, he must feel uncomfortable.

Chen Xianyu comforted Ah Fu and said: "Now is an extraordinary period, it is natural for General Xiao to be more vigilant, Ah Fu, don't take it to heart."

"I'm not angry with him." Ah Fu's voice was muffled when he was buried under the blanket, "I'm angry about why you don't believe me."

Chen Xianyu smiled and said, "It's not that I didn't believe you at that time, it's just that I didn't believe you and you were you."

"It's not that you don't believe me." Ah Fu said angrily.

Feeling Ah Fu's head buried deeper and deeper, Chen Xianyu pushed aside the quilt and said, "Then next time, let's make a code, and a pair of codes will know each other's identities."

Seeing that Ah Fu still ignored him, Chen Xianyu said: "You say Chen Xianyu is a big turtle, and I say Ah Fu is a little fool, okay?"

Ah Fu still didn't speak, but there was already a faint suppressed laughter coming from under the quilt.

Chen Xianyu hugged him from behind, put his face on his neck, and said: "Ah Fu, don't be angry with me, once you get angry, I don't know what to do."

Ah Fu exposed his face from under the quilt, gasped slightly, turned around and asked him: "Then when you become the emperor, can I still call you Chen Xianyu the big turtle?"

Chen Xianyu smiled and said, "Yes, whether it's now or in the future, Ah Fu can be called whatever he wants."

The cold moonlight outside the window shone on Chen Xianyu's smiling face, Ah Fu felt that this was the most beautiful picture he had ever seen.

Chen Xianyu had an extremely handsome face, a pair of willow-leaf eyes with affection under the dark cloud eyebrows, and a somewhat plump red lips under the high bridge of the nose. His smile was a bit evil, but it was very touching.

Ah Fu looked at his lips, remembering the feeling when he kissed himself, as if the flames had passed by, but it fascinated him especially.

Chen Xianyu noticed that Ah Fu's face was starting to turn red, so he smiled and teased, "Do you want your husband to serve you?"

A Fuben's blushing face became hotter and hotter, but his mouth was duplicity: "No, no, sleep."

Chen Xianyu reached into Ah Fu's obscene trousers, pressed lightly on the slightly wet place where he opened and closed slightly, and whispered in his ear with a malicious smile: "Ah Fu is really getting more and more dishonest. It’s already like this, and I still say no.”

Ah Fu was so ashamed that he almost got into the bed, but was caught by Chen Xianyu, and he heard him whispering in his ear: "Do you want it?"

Ah Fu nodded, but Chen Xianyu rolled over and crushed him.

The long night in early spring is beautiful, but for Shan Qiye who is guarding the Haitang Garden in Shanfukong, it is a fatal spring cold.

Shan Qiye stretched out his hand to caress Shan Niantong's script, and the bed he slept on, as if he was beside him. Shan Qiye still remembered that when Shan Niantong was just buried more than ten years ago, almost every night, he Will be like this, lingering here.

Shan Qiye lay on his back on the quilt of the bed, his black robe made his skin pale, but his handsome face, which was always gloomy and cold, showed a lonely expression, his pale and slender fingers clenched the quilt under him tightly, letting Memories flooded his mind.

When he first met his Yaodi, it was probably in early spring like this.

He was just such a small ball, carried into Shan's house by his mother, a beautiful woman who likes to sing.

At that time, the young Shan Qiye didn't like the third aunt who often wore a red skirt, Shangguan, and even Shan Niantong who was still in her infancy.

However, in seven years, that child has grown up. He is neither mean by nature like the members of the Shangguan family nor indifferent like the members of the Shan family, but he always likes to pretend to be cold and arrogant to cover up his cowardice, even in winter. Li was pushed into the frozen pond by Shangguan Xie, but he just told his mother that he just slipped for fun.

In Shan Qiye's eyes, Shangguan is not a dutiful mother. She likes to wear bright red dresses, and often runs out of Shan's house, flirting with many men, but Shan Qiye's father doesn't interfere much. She, just let her be skittish.

Perhaps due to the influence of his mother, Shan Niantong also liked to wear bright red clothes. At that time, he was not as gorgeous as he is now, because he was born like his mother, and his immature face always revealed that he was not so beautiful. Seductive for his age.

At some point, Shan Qiye gradually realized that his feelings for his younger brother were not pure.

Thinking about it, maybe it was the Huachao Festival when I was 17 years old. At that time, Shan Qiye had just returned from Wu Dushan and returned to the Shan family, just in time for the Huachao meeting. The old Patriarch Shan rarely allowed the three children of the Shan family to go out for the court meeting. After that year, it was fun and pastime.

Shan Qiye took 16-year-old Shan Yuyan and 13-year-old Shan Niantong to Qiongxi, the busiest place at that time.

At that time, Shan Niantong was wearing a begonia red jacket and a tiger skin hat. He walked around the streets of downtown Qiongxi lively, jumping up and down like a little wolf cub in flowered clothes.

The three brothers also took a flower boat decorated with flowers to swim on the tributary of the Changshui River in Qiongxi. At that time, they happened to meet a picture boat carrying prostitutes. Ye was young and handsome, and even threw silk on their flower boat.

The cloak was painted with flourishing peonies, with a strong smell of powder and powder, and the indescribable ambiguity made Shan Yuyan, who was just in love, blushed, and couldn't help looking at the group of young and beautiful prostitutes in thin spring clothes.

Shan Niantong casually picked up the shawl belonging to some wandering prostitute, and he, being ignorant of human affairs, directly put the shawl on his waist and shoulders like those wandering prostitutes, took off the tiger skin hat, and draped it loosely. With long black hair, he even coyly imitated those women.

Shan Yuyan, who was still fascinated by the group of prostitutes at first, was so upset by his youngest brother that she laughed and hurt her stomach: "No, no, the style of those beauties is still ten times worse than that of the third brother." Eight miles."

The still young Shan Niantong was a bit carried away, and even flirted with his elder brother wantonly.

With a cold face, Shan Qiye stretched out his hand and tore off the shawl on his waist and shoulders, frowned, and slapped Shan Niantong's face, saying: "Children of the Shan family, how can you act like a prostitute? .”

Shan Niantong covered half of his swollen face, glanced at Shan Qiye with grievance and resentment, and walked into the cabin without saying a word.

No one knew that when Shan Niantong glanced at Shan Qiye so enchantingly and charmingly, Shan Qiye's heart beat violently.

Shan Qiye lay on Shan Niantong's bed for a long time, murmuring in a trance: "Brother will never let you leave me again."

Those slightly long narrow eyes gradually revealed sullenness and madness, and there was a smile on the corner of his lips: "Anyone who takes you away will die."

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