The seventh rule of the male god

——There are always places in the world that the sun cannot reach, and there are always roads that are difficult to cover with darkness.

Hearing this, the old man shook his head slowly: "It's nothing, it's just that no one has drawn this lottery for a long, long time, this is... the last lottery, congratulations."

Yun Changfeng nodded to make way for his seat, and Shen Er handed over his lottery. The old man was surprised again, and muttered: "...It's so strange, how come these two extremely rare lottery are both Was drawn out?"

The old man's voice was too low, neither Yun Changfeng nor Shen Er could hear his muttering clearly, so Shen Er could only ask, "How about this lottery?"

"Love is in the youth of the fairyland, Fang dreams of Huazhi Chunman-this is a lottery."

Shen Er frowned, originally he was dissatisfied with the old man's mysterious behavior, but when he heard that his lottery was not very good, he immediately became unhappy, "What's the solution?"

"...just let it be." The old man looked at Shen Ershao's ferocious expression, and for some reason, silently swallowed the word "no solution" that should have been said.

Shen Er felt better when he heard the answer that satisfied him.

The two had nothing to do after asking for a signature, so Shen Er asked the abbot for two orange saplings, Yun Changfeng thought about it, and asked for another one, Shen Er asked him the reason strangely, Yun Changfeng briefly explained , nothing more than planting a tree for Ah Man in this uncontested place, hoping to survive.

In the end, the two got permission from the abbot—digging the soil, digging holes, putting in the saplings, filling the holes, watering them—and finally planted the saplings in the temple.

Three small saplings form an equilateral triangle shape. The freshly watered leaves shine brightly in the sun, and the water drops are crystal clear, reflecting a small world.

Later, when Shen Er saw that the sun was about to set in the west, he changed his mind, took Yun Changfeng's hand out of the temple and ran up the mountain. Running on the top of the mountain inevitably bumps and bumps, and the branches also slightly rub against the skin, which is a little stinging—but the wind is gentle, the flowers are beautiful, the sun is warm, and people can be drawn——

So Yun Changfeng smiled, and Shen Er also laughed.

The moment the sun completely sank to the west, the two of them also reached the highest point of the mountain. At that moment, the sun shone down with the last ray of golden light. Shen Er opened his arms to embrace the sun. Eternal——

Shen Er turned around and looked at Yun Changfeng steadfastly. Behind him were golden clouds and distant mountains. His glamorous face was in a halo. He took a step back, and the stone he kicked fell down the mountain. Behind him is also, high altitude and death.

"Jiang Yuanzhi, believe it or not, I dare to jump from here."

Shen Er smiled, his smile was wanton, and his expression was meaningless, with a deep-rooted madness and romanticism, the kind of debauchery built by the Shen family's century-old wealth, the kind of nobility raised by money.

Yun Changfeng's eyebrows twitched, he took a step forward, and approached Shen Er, Shen Er smiled at him maliciously, and then his body slowly fell down——Yun Changfeng grabbed his wrist in time, and beat him hard The area fell to the ground together.

"Are you sick?!" Even Yun Changfeng, who has always integrated the etiquette of family education into his soul, couldn't help but have the urge to swear.

Shen Er sat on the ground, watched his reaction, and suddenly laughed out. His laughter was still somewhat frivolous, but at this moment, he brought some inexplicable things, and he almost laughed out his tears. Out.

Yun Changfeng stood up and looked down at him from above. Shen Er met Yun Changfeng's gaze, and slowly, slowly pulled a smile. The smile was indescribably weird—a bit vicious, a bit loving , a little crazy, a little malicious, a little gentle——

"In this world, in this world—only I, and only I, dare to die for you."

The light was fading little by little, half of Shen Er's face was bright, half was dark, the bright half was gentle and tender, while the dark half was harsh and boring.

Yun Changfeng lowered his head and looked at Shen Er, feeling powerless and painful in the intersection of light and dark, good and evil, Buddha and devil, life and death, crying and laughing.

Yun Changfeng sat opposite Shen Er again, and Shen Er never took his eyes off him. He leaned forward and pressed his forehead against Yun Changfeng's. Time flowed, and he whispered like a spell: " I dare die for you, only me."

It was already late at night to return to the bustle. Yun Changfeng felt exhausted, but he still chose to take a bath first and change his clothes. After taking a bath, he suddenly lost the desire to rest, so he played the piano on the phonograph.

The second day, evening.

Yun Changfeng put on a white suit in front of the closet, tidied it up before going down the stairs. Sheng Rongsheng, the eldest son of the Sheng family, will host a dance at the Xinyue Hotel tonight. Yun Changfeng originally planned not to go, after all, the engagement that day was full of turmoil, if it wasn't because of the Jiang and Shen families, it might have become a topic of conversation in the upper class.

But no one would dare to refuse Sheng Rongsheng's invitation. Even the celebrities in the British Concession would go to the dance for Sheng Rongsheng's sake. If he didn't go, wouldn't he be talked about again?

While thinking about it, Yun Changfeng had already arrived at the hotel. He got out of the car and handed the invitation to one of the waiters standing at the door. The waiter took the invitation, looked at it, and then said loudly:

"Jiang Yuanzhi, the second young master of the Jiang family—"

This shout attracted the attention of everyone at the dance party, and they looked over one after another, only to see the young man's expression was calm and composed, which made his handsome and elegant features even more charming. The recent rumors have not changed at all, and he is still a well-known noble son in the upper class. The well-crafted suit fits close to the body and outlines a smooth body line, with a kind of classical elegance, just like the ancient aristocrats who walked out of the rainy British novel, reserved, noble and elegant.

Temperament is a very mysterious thing, it is the embodiment of a person, for example, Sheng Rongsheng is an indifferent general, Shen Er is a blissful prodigal son, and Yun Changfeng, like walking in Buddhist scriptures, perfectly blends European elegance and The oriental charm - there is a kind of indifference that seems to be half awake, half clear, occasionally on the sidelines, and occasionally enters the game, but the essence is mysterious and intriguing.

After Yun Changfeng entered the arena, Shen Er had already stepped forward. He was naturally surrounded by people and complimented him. On the fun field, he attracted more attention than Sheng Rongsheng. He can act arbitrarily and abandon these vassals at any time, without worrying about their humble souls, because someone will send his own soul for him to play with, and he doesn't care, has no hindrance, and has no guilt.

Yun Changfeng glanced around the hall, he frowned slightly, feeling that the atmosphere in the whole hall was a bit strange...

Seeing Shen Er approaching, Yun Changfeng smiled and said to Shen Er: "I feel like I'm late."

Shen Er lazily leaned on Yun Changfeng's body, put his chin on the other's shoulder, ignored the prying eyes around him who more or less thought he was hiding but had been discovered by Shen Er long ago, and put his lips together carelessly. Yun Changfeng gently rubbed back and forth on his neck, feeling the breath coming from the other party, if there was nothing there, Shen Er said flirtatiously: "It's not too late, you came at just the right time."

At this time, the soothing symphony sounded, the lights in the hall dimmed a little, and the atmosphere of the dance party also changed. Couples of men and women joined in actively.

Yun Changfeng shook the wine in his hand, he didn't bring a partner, he just looked at the dance floor with a smile, but his expression was sleepy.

Shen Er tilted his head to look at him, then raised a gentlemanly smile, but there was a bit of scorn and meaning in that smile, Shen Er bowed slightly, and stretched out his left hand.

"In religion, wine symbolizes the blood of Christ. Let's laugh heartily. Just in time, I also lack a dance partner."

Shen Er never minded what other people think of him, and he did whatever he wanted. The people around him looked at them with slightly strange eyes, and then looked at Yun Changfeng with sympathy and envy. Don't get entangled, I don't know if it's luck or misfortune.

Yun Changfeng stared at Shen Er's fair and slender left hand, and said a lie full of rejection: "I don't know how to waltz."

Shen Er raised his eyebrows, as if he didn't understand the meaning of his words, "It's very simple, I'll teach you."

Yun Changfeng: "Sorry, I don't want to learn either."

He had already refused so clearly, so Shen Er took advantage of the rhythm of the music and took his hand and led him to the dance floor. Yun Changfeng heard the other party's harsh voice, as if it came from the abyss of hell, and felt a little bit happy. Divide. Swing.