The seventh rule of the male god

——Love blindfolded my eyes, but broke into my heart.

"When I was studying at Yale, I discussed philosophy with a friend from the philosophy department. What impressed me most was that once we argued whether stepping on the lawn was against morality. We argued for three days and three nights. Every time we met, he gave me cold eyebrows. "

Yuan Chengguang and Yun Changfeng walked side by side, talking and smiling at Yun Changfeng, that smile was like a pure white magnolia flower, without fireworks.

The road is not a steep slope, with white fences on both sides and rows of pink cherry blossoms planted down along it. There will be unique wooden street lamps at intervals. When the wind blows, the cherry blossoms will fall on the wooden railings. It is quiet and peaceful. .

Yun Changfeng picked up a few pink cherry blossoms on his palm, looked at Yuan Chengguang's side face and asked: "And then?"

Yuan Chengguang smiled slyly, with sparkling eyes, like a stealing cat, "In the end, I was completely convinced by him, and from now on I will step on the lawn whenever I see it."

Yun Changfeng and Yuan Chengguang looked at each other, and felt that what the other party said was so fanciful and reasonable, all because the person in front of him was Yuan Chengguang, he couldn't help laughing, and asked: "Do you like philosophy?"

Yuan Chengguang shook his head and said: "There is a sentence that I forgot how to say, probably 'If you haven't read Plato, Aristotle, Hegel... don't be embarrassed to say that you studied philosophy.' And I only know Kant’s three major criticisms, I’ve only read Plato’s Utopia, and I still can’t tell the difference between Zhong Zhe and Ma Zhe—how can I like it?”

"That's right." Yun Changfeng agreed, and then said: "Actually, I don't like philosophy very much. The main reason is that the first lesson is too boring. Who would be interested in various reverse problems that matter is constant?"

Yuan Chengguang stopped walking, tilted his head, and asked curiously, "Then what do you like?"

Yun Changfeng replied: "Travel, piano."

"I like music, and I also like the piano, because the music is spotless, repairing the garden of God, being independent from the world, and being isolated from the world, as if I can communicate with the world in an instant." Yuan Chengguang talked about these special auras, that kind of external innate The sense of alienation from the world that came from him has faded a lot, and his eyebrows and eyes are like a child, revealing a rare spirit, "What about you? Why do you like piano?"

Yun Changfeng raised his head, looked at the sky above the cherry blossoms through the branches, and looked at the clouds in the sky through the cherry blossoms, "The piano has only 88 keys, one is not too many, one is not less, and this world is God's keys. 1900 at sea Drifting, facing the sea, with fingers flying—the distance from the bow to the stern is his whole world. He and his piano, he and his 88 keys, cross the vast ocean and reach the end of loneliness. "

"You also watch "Sea Pianist"?" Yuan Chengguang was not surprised, his eyebrows and eyes were curved, and the spring river and the moon were all in his eyes - very beautiful.

Yun Changfeng nodded and smiled: "Well, the pictures about dreams, loneliness, the sea, and the piano are my favorite style and unique yearning. Actually, I think you are very similar to 1900—"

Yuan Chengguang didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly walked in front of Yun Changfeng, then turned around, smiled at Yan Yan, ancient and beautiful, he was wearing a white windbreaker today, the hem of the clothes fluttered with the cherry blossoms, like a scene full of April atmosphere dream.

"If you don't mind, can we have a love affair?"

At that moment, the moment Yuan Chengguang looked at him, cherry blossoms fell one after another, and birds chirped in his ears. Yun Changfeng suddenly remembered a lot of things, but he seemed to remember nothing.

Yun Changfeng looked at those eyes steadily, trying to find some joking elements in them, but obviously, Yuan Chengguang was never a casual person, he was serious and sincere, and he tried his best to hide the tension, which was clearer than running water .

He is a person who does not stick to fireworks, and has a faint dislike and indifference to the world. He has been blessed since childhood. Gentleness and unhappiness are all traits engraved in his bones. The inside is more complicated than the outside - and it is also purer.

Just at the turning point, there was a tree not far away. Yun Changfeng didn't know what kind of tree it was, but that tree was as gorgeous as haze, with pink and white flowers blooming all over the branches, and the flowers piled up with snow, as if it was still in amber .

He couldn't help asking: "Is that cherry blossom?"

Yuan Chengguang didn't expect him to ask this question, he covered the disappointment in his eyes, followed Yun Changfeng's gaze, his expression was calm, forgetting both favor and disgrace, Yuan Chengguang smiled softly: "That's the mountain cherry tree." .”

"Very beautiful." Yun Changfeng praised, but at the end he didn't know what to say, and there was a long, suffocating silence for a while.

There was a long wooden railing chair under the mountain cherry, with some cherry blossoms and withered leaves on it, full of wildness, Yuan Chengguang gently stroked it off, then sat down, and signaled Yun Changfeng to sit down too.

Yuan Chengguang leaned on the back of the chair, and said slowly: "It's actually more beautiful when it rains, it feels like the soul has been washed, the water flows along the mountain road, mixed with cherry blossom petals, the air is full of that strong And light fragrance, everything is intoxicating romance, the rain will play the piano—”

Yuan Chengguang turned his face to look at Yun Changfeng, he closed his eyes and leaned on the back of the chair, breathing evenly, as if slowly falling asleep in Yuan Chengguang's narration, Yuan Chengguang then tilted his head while talking, and went down a little bit , on Yun Changfeng's shoulder.

"In fact, nature is the most amazing magician. I especially like to listen to a piano piece called the imprint of rain. Every time I listen to it, I feel like I am in the world of rain. It is all rain, and there is rain in my hair. , the rain is in the fingernails, the rain is in the eyes... The rain is falling, bending the porcelain white gardenias on the roadside, and the smell of gardenias is coming from the dream. So peaceful, beautiful, open--"

Gradually, Yuan Chengguang leaned his head carefully on Yun Changfeng's shoulder, closed his eyes, and continued: "I remember a tropical rainforest I went to, and it rained for several days in a row. It's raining, what kind of snakes, birds, flying, and crawling are all hiding by themselves. Looking at it from a distance, there are only tall trees, green vines, and some unknown people in the huge forest. The wild plants, the rain pattering on them, are full of life, few people live together, and the world is peaceful."

As he was talking, that scene appeared in front of his eyes, as if he was the only one left in the world, that kind of eternal loneliness, which is like a world, is reassuring, but once it goes on for a long time, it is even more despairing.

"My favorite song is "shape of my heart". At the beginning, I liked this song because I liked movies. Leon is a rootless orchid, spanning between life and death. When little loli finally transplanted the orchid into the soil, I didn't Knowing why, I was suddenly sad, when I was young, I didn’t know why I was sad.”

Yuan Chengguang may have said that he was tired, or maybe he was greedy for the atmosphere at the moment, but he stopped talking later, feeling the blending of breath and the approach of the soul.

After a long, long time, Yuan Chengguang opened his eyes, looked at the cherry blossom petals falling on Yun Changfeng's cheeks, turned sideways like a ghost, opened his mouth to hold the petals falling on Yun Changfeng's lips, hesitantly leave.

He stared blankly at Yun Changfeng, with a very good-looking face, elegant and handsome, delicate and gentle. At this moment, it seemed to be coated with a layer of warm rose gold, and his heart suddenly calmed down. On the contrary, his body was secretly rising desire.

I really want to, I really want to-kiss.

Yuan Chengguang couldn't help pressing Yun Changfeng's lips.

Yun Changfeng's eyelashes trembled, and he felt the temperature on his lips. Before he could react, he subconsciously bit Yuan Chengguang's lips.

The cherry blossom petals slowly fell to the ground and were blown away by the wind.

Yuan Chengguang was startled, his body had already reacted first, the flexible tip of his tongue slipped into the gap between the other's lips, and gently licked and kissed.

His kiss was just like him, just right, neither too enthusiastic nor clumsy and jerky, but there was that kind of taste in it, which was cherished, delicate and sensitive, as if it had gone through thousands of dangers and reached the lonely river bank.

Yun Changfeng closed his eyes and kissed back lightly, equally gentle and delicate.

This kind of kiss is very strange, it is something that Yun Changfeng has never had in his life, it is not intense, not full of desire, nor careful temptation, just a kind of pure white that is close to straightforward, stable, peaceful and tender .

In the realm of fragrant flowers and singing birds, two souls who are equally lonely and gentle warm each other for a moment.

"It's time to go back."

Yuan Chengguang stroked the cherry blossom petals falling from his body, stood up, and held Yun Changfeng's hand with a smile. Seeing that the other party did not refuse, he couldn't help laughing, the smile was very pure, just like before.

He is not a clean and innocent person, but a plant growing in the gutter, but in the face of feelings, he is willing to choose to be sincere.

Yun Changfeng turned his cheeks sideways, unexpectedly meeting Yuan Chengguang's gaze.

The eyes of the two met unexpectedly.

Yuan Chengguang was a little surprised, and then a nice smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Yun Changfeng looked up at the clouds in the sky, feeling so far away and dazed, until he felt a strange warmth from another person in his right hand heart, he didn't know why, but suddenly he was in a good mood.

The wind blows the flowers, and the years wait.

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[Eating Guide: Branch [-]]

The next chapter is Changfeng's past life, written from Gu Shen's perspective. Gu Shen is Changfeng DD, and Changfeng appeared around chapter seven or eight. Many parents said they couldn't understand it, but in fact, DD loved his brother wholeheartedly.

In order to avoid confusion, it is recommended that you skip to the back and read the underworld roll before eating.

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