Younger brother

It seems to have had a long, long dream, a dream that lasted as long as a lifetime.

When he woke up, the first thing he saw was a little Douding dozing off in front of the couch with his chin propped up.

That little Douding had a very ordinary face, with thick eyebrows, onion nose, and a look of foolishness between his brows.

He couldn't help but want to tease him, he casually picked up the necklace and fringe beard of the curtain, and scratched his short chin.

After struggling to shrink his neck in every possible way, Xiao Douding finally woke up, but when he saw his eyes, he screamed and rolled down the steps.

He couldn't help laughing out loud, but saw that little Douding was trembling with fright.

"Are you afraid of me?" He smiled and asked the little Douding who was trembling with fright.

"Master...?" the little bean diced tremblingly said.

"Huh? What did you call me?" He wanted to turn over and get out of bed, but fell down because of his weakness.

The little Douding hurriedly got up and went to help her.

After helping him to bed, the little Douding stared at his hands and said in surprise, "Master is warm!?"

"Little devil, who are you? Where is this? Besides, what do you call me?" He was confused, raised his eyebrows, raised his hand and patted Xiaodouding's head, and asked.

Ah Fu looked at his dark peach blossom eyes, the corners of the eyes and eyebrows were full of amorous feelings, although his complexion was still pale, but when the corners of his red lips curled up into a smile, he was not as cold and frightening as when his face was expressionless, on the contrary, he looked like that Begonia-like beauty.

With such a peerless face, he is a gentle and kind master who has been serving him for more than a year.

Thinking of his reaction just now, Ah Fu felt a little guilty: "It's Ah Fu's fault, the master just woke up, so I don't remember many things."

"The master is Tong'er, the master of this Begonia Garden." Ah Fu said to him, "The younger one is called Ah Fu, and he is the master's servant."

"Tong'er..." He muttered the name, feeling very familiar, "My name is Tong'er..."

Ah Fu said that he has been sleeping for 16 years, so he doesn't remember many things. "

Ah Fu said that he has a hidden disease, so he can't see the sun, especially his eyes, which have to be covered with white silk during the day.

A Fu said that he likes white crabapple the most, so the whole Begonia Garden is planted with white crabapple for him.

Ah Fu said that he has a brother who loves him very much and visits him every few days.

After drinking the decoction that day, Tong'er said he wanted to stay, so Ah Fu helped him get up and walk.

In the past, his master was either lying on the couch or was hugged by Shan Qiye, so Ah Fu didn't feel anything, but today when the master suddenly stood up, Ah Fu realized that the master was so tall.

Although not as tall as Shan Qiye, he was still a full head taller than Ah Fu, which surprised Ah Fu.

Ah Fu helped him walk in the shade of the long corridor, staring blankly at the beautiful profile of his master.

A person who looks so gorgeous and beautiful to the point of being a bit weak, but has such a tall stature.

The evening wind blew his long black hair, and the thin white silk bands on his high nose bridge and eyes fluttered in the wind.

The thin red lips on the pale face were slightly parted, and the corners of the lips seemed to be smiling slightly, and the begonias embroidered with red and gold thread on the sleeves of the robe seemed to exude a faint and refreshing fragrance of flowers.

At some point, the master turned his head and asked with a smile, "Ah Fu, why are you staring at me like this?"

"Master is really the most beautiful banished fairy I've ever seen." Ah Fu admired it sincerely, but couldn't express what he meant.

"Oh? Tell me, how many gods have you seen?" Tong'er couldn't help knocking on his forehead.

"Not much, not much, except for a few mud in the temple, it is a Sleeping Immortal." Ah Fu shook his head and joked.

"Ah Fu's courage is getting bigger and bigger." A deep male voice came from the other end of the corridor.

Tong'er turned around and saw a very tall man in black robe approaching from outside.

Just like what appeared in countless dreams, with black hair and tall crown, pale complexion, extremely dark eyebrows full of sternness, a pair of deep red phoenix eyes, habitually looking down at others.

"Now, even your master dares to make fun of you?" The man's voice didn't fluctuate much, but there was always a chill all his life, even if his eyes weren't fierce at the moment, it still made people feel cold .

When Tong'er looked at his face carefully, he found that there seemed to be a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Ah Fu didn't pay attention to the expression of the head of the Shan family. He was a little smug at first, but now he fell to his knees in fear and fear, and said in a trembling voice: "Xiao Nu knows my mistake, Xiao Nu will never dare again."

On the other hand, Tong'er continued to look at Shan Qiye curiously, this man was so serious even when he was joking, no wonder Ah Fu was so afraid of him.

"Tong'er, I'm afraid you don't recognize brother?" Shan Qiye reached out and stroked the white silk on Tong'er's eyes.

"I recognize your voice." Tong'er looked up at Shan Qiye, "In your dream, you kept calling my name."

Shan Qiye stretched out his arms to hug him, and asked calmly, "Tong'er, can you remember anything else?"

Tong'er shook her head in his arms, stretched out her hand to hook his neck, put all the weight of her body on Shan Qiye's body, and said: "I don't remember, I can't remember."

From a perspective where no one was watching, Shan Qiye's original frown suddenly relaxed because of this sentence, and his tone could even be called gentle: "Some things, if you forget them, forget them. There are many things for you to remember."

Before Tong'er had time to think about what he said, she felt her whole body soaring into the air, and was carried back into the room by Shan Qiye.

The doors and windows of the house were closed tightly, and the sunset outside only stained the carved panes red, and the light could not penetrate in, and there were no lights in the house, so the whole house looked a little dark.

Shan Qiye put Tong'er on a couch and took off his shoes and socks.

Tong'er's feet are very thin and long, but they are not as tender and white as a woman's. They are dark white that has not seen the sun for a long time, but her ankles are unusually slender.

Shan Qiye caressed his younger brother's feet. These feet, which hadn't walked for many years, felt smooth to the touch, without even the slightest callus, with a slight warmth.

With this knowledge, Shan Qiye couldn't help kissing his toes.

"Brother..." Tong'er's clear and blurred voice came from above, breaking Shan Qiye's last strand of reason.

Shan Qiye stretched out his hand and untied his young brother's belt, from ankle to calf, from knee to heel of leg, and even that place, he kissed carefully one by one, when he kissed his waist, Tong'er suddenly let out a slight groan.

"So it's here that Tong'er likes it?" Shan Qiye knelt between his legs and stretched out his hands to hold it. His waist was unbelievably thin because he hadn't eaten all year round.

"Brother, you... ah..." When Shan Qiye licked and kissed her waist repeatedly, Tong'er couldn't help but groan.

Shan Qiye felt his hard and hot lower body. In countless long nights, when he was in love, he always knelt in front of Shan Niantong's bed, looked at his pale and beautiful face, and caressed him. Cold face, self-blasphemy.

Now, sitting in front of him is a warm, living body with Shan Niantong's soul.

Shan Qiye couldn't control himself for a while, and untied his girdle, revealing his ferocious lower body.

"Tong'er, let my brother hug you, okay?" Shan Qiye's voice was almost trembling, and his eyes were full of passion.

But what he saw was Shan Niantong's gorgeous face that was also full of blood and tears.

His Tong'er, trembling and crying, stretched out his hands to him and hugged his neck.

Shan Qiye straightened up, rubbed Shan Niantong's waist with his hot lower body, stretched out his hand to hold Shan Niantong's front end, and heard Shan Niantong getting thinner and thinner, which could even be called a dick , he finally couldn't help lifting his legs.

When piercing his penis with fingers stained with Shan Niantong's desire liquid, Shan Niantong suddenly struggled, and the white silk in front of his eyes loosened at some point, revealing those pair of white-less, pitch-black peach blossom eyes , The corners of the eyes are slightly red.

I don't know what he thought of, his expression suddenly became bewildered, the tears in the corners of his eyes were misty, and the previous sexual desire had already faded away completely.

"Doesn't Tong'er want to?" Shan Qiye stopped his movements.

Shan Niantong stared at Shan Qiye with those sad and beautiful black peach blossom eyes, with a desperate look on his face: "I don't know, I just feel pain, it used to hurt, I can't remember."

Only then did Shan Qiye realize that even if Nuan Chunyu could seal Shan Niantong's memory, what about the pain that penetrated his soul?

"It's my brother's fault. My brother doesn't hold Tong'er anymore." Shan Qiye endured the pain in his lower body, and hugged Shan Niantong into his arms.

As long as he can hug him who is warm and has a soul, these desires are not worth mentioning to Shan Qiye.

But the next moment, Shan Qiye's breathing stopped, and he felt that his lower body was being held by a pair of slender hands.

"Tong'er..." Shan Qiye looked at the boy in his arms, and his breathing began to become short of breath.

He never thought that one day, his youngest brother, his true love, Haitang on the tip of his heart, would do this for him.

Shan Niantong's technique was very jerky, completely imitating Shan Qiye's actions towards him before, but when he did it, such a technique could not relieve Shan Qiye's pain at all, on the contrary, it was more like adding fuel to the fire.

"Tong'er..." Shan Qiye held Shan Niantong's hand helplessly, guiding him and bringing him pleasure.

The feeling of venting in Shan Niantong's hands made Shan Qiye feel a little indescribably warm.

Although that pale and gorgeous face was expressionless the whole time, the warmth in his palm still made Shan Qiye feel a sense of redemption. He clearly knew that this kind of love deviated from the world.

It seems that only in this way can Shan Qiye feel the meaning of life.

After instructing Ah Fu to get ready to take a bath, Shan Qiye took off Shan Niantong's clothes, and carried him into the bathtub.

This is not the first time Shan Qiye has bathed him, but he can still remember the first time he bathed him.

At that time, his youngest brother was not yet five years old, and because of his love of playing with the snow, he fell into the lotus pond in Dongyuan in winter. If the servants found out later, he would have been almost frozen to death.

It was Shan Qiye who took him to take a hot bath in the big soup pool of Xichen Pavilion. At that time, Shan Niantong, who was only five years old, knew how to be ashamed, struggled desperately, and refused to let Shan Qiye take his place for him no matter what. bathe.

Thinking of the shy expression on that immature face that has not yet grown up, Shan Qiye finds it funny.

After that, he never bathed him again.

Until the first day of the Chinese New Year three years ago, he carried Shan Niantong home who was covered in blood and was already cold.

His beloved younger brother, he bathed him for the second time, and he didn't struggle anymore.

Shan Qiye clearly remembered that when he struggled to take off his blood-soaked black gold sacrificial robe, he saw countless sacrificial knives and jade bone awls inserted into his thin and thin body, even his penis , were inserted into a long sacrificial knife by life.

What hurt Shan Qiye the most was that his heart had been cut out and his chest was empty.

He couldn't help stretching out his hand to cover Shan Niantong's chest at this moment, the heartbeat inside was steady and stable, it was his heartbeat.

"Brother..." Shan Niantong looked at Shan Qiye's actions in some confusion.

Shan Qiye continued to wash his body, while saying: "It just suddenly occurred to me that Tong'er used to like watching snow the most."

The young man in front of him had a pale and slender body. Although he was thin, his texture was clear. His skin was as smooth as the finest suet jade. There was no trace of blemish on his body, and it seemed to emit jade light under the water light.