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The night was silent, the entire mountain in Beigong fell asleep, the white building was shrouded in a hazy moonlight, and only one window shone with warm light.

Startled by Zi Ye's laughter in the early morning, turning around, he put his arm on the handrail to get up again, "Master, do you want some water?"

Ziye hurriedly walked over and pressed him to sit down, "I don't want to drink." He looked back at the large and small glass jars and porcelain jars in the kitchen, all of which were covered, obviously they had already finished. "Why don't you let Jinmei and Aunt Fu help you?"

In the early morning, I can feel the hand on the shoulder that I haven't taken away with all my heart. The heat of the hand penetrates through the thin anticipation, and the skin there seems to be overly cared and becomes sensitive.He stammered his answer, "They picked plums all afternoon. Well, they were very tired. I asked them to go to bed. Besides, there will be guests tomorrow, so they are still busy."

He looked up at Ziye: "They're gone? Isn't the young master sleeping?"

Ziye washed his hands and went to help him pluck fruit, "Who will carry you upstairs when I sleep? You climb up?"

In the early morning, she smiled silently and didn't answer. She just held a jar of rock sugar and waited to sprinkle it.

The two of them worked together seamlessly and finished it quickly. Midnight was about to close the lid, and he stopped him in the early morning: "Master," he folded his hands, tilted his head and made a downward pressing gesture, "press like this, the harder you press, the harder it will be." good."

Ziye thought it was fun, followed his example and pressed it hard a lot, until early morning he pulled him with a chuckle, "Master, that's enough, if you press it again, it won't be plum wine, it will become plum juice."

Ziye washed the juice on his hands with boiling water on the sink: "Is this plum wine?"

In the early morning, he stretched out his hand high and rinsed it under the water: "Well, we brew it every year. When it's finished, we send it to the mansion and Jade Garden. Everyone likes it very much." The pale red color faded, and I squeezed it into the palm of my hand.

"Actually, young master, you often drink it. You even asked who sent the good wine."

It was only at midnight that he realized that the rich, carmine-colored thick wine was not the wine he thought it was, but made from the fruits piled up one by one in the early morning.

His heart was shaken, he knelt down and hugged Qing Chen, seeing him huddled in his arms at a loss, he gently approached his ear: "Hold tight." Seeing that he only blushed but did not dare to move, so he also Pause, "Are we going to stand here all night?"

In the early morning, he couldn't do anything, so he had to wrap his arms around his shoulders and neck. He shook his head in satisfaction and said, "It's still very light. Have you eaten well?" He walked upstairs steadily step by step.

The atmosphere tonight was so good, when Ziye gently put him on the bed, Qingchen couldn't help but grabbed his sleeve and called softly: "Master..."

Ziye put her hands on the bed and looked down at the neat and beautiful eyebrows. Under the slightly furrowed brows, the wide-open eyes were full of longing, eagerness, deep attachment that could not be concealed, and cautiousness like a small animal.The dark eyes are immersed in the soft light of the moonlight, and the star spots are shining.

That expression made Ziye irresistible, and sour tenderness welled up in his heart.His eyes lingered on that beautiful face, and when he saw the pale red lips that were slightly parted, he slowly lowered his head as if being tempted.

The moment he was about to kiss, he closed his eyes, and his mother's face suddenly flashed in his mind, and his mother was leaning on the soft pillow at the head of the bed and watching him expressionlessly.

As if a basin of cold water was being poured from above, he turned his head away and returned to his senses.In the early morning, he closed his eyes tightly, raised his graceful jaw, and was about to accept his kiss, when his violent heartbeat could be heard in the quiet air.

The contradiction tore Ziye's heart fiercely, after all he just sighed, covered Qingchen's eyes with his hands, said "sleep", got up and walked out.

Turning sideways in the morning, the window of his bedroom is facing a piece of grass, with autumn insects chirping, and he is afraid of the dark. Since he was seven years old, the curtains of the room he sleeps in have been drawn all year round, and the habit has continued to this day.A full autumn moon fell heavily on the window.He hugged his shoulders and shrunk into a small ball as if he was afraid of the cold, slightly curled the corners of his mouth, and said to himself, it's okay, I will wait until you overthrow that barrier.

Han Qingchen lived with Hong Tu and Han Yi in their small villa in New York for a whole year. Except for the time when he was attending classes at the Butler School, Han Yi was with him almost all the time.The deep love and bond between him and Hongtu shocked Qingchen.The tacit understanding between them has touched the blood, and the understanding of each other makes it unnecessary for them to have too many conversations.Life is plain and peaceful, and with the accumulation of years, a kind of thing that makes the morning yearn for, after a long time, he knows that it is what he strives for when he is painting, and that is called happiness.

And I am just a person who has no roots since childhood, let alone a home, or even a family member. In this world, whether it is joy or pain, it is only him.So when he was told that he had a place to belong to, his heart, which had been silent for a long time, jumped up for the first time.

One day Han Yi went to the garden to change the soil for the roses in the flowerbed. When he returned to the house with the tools, he found that Qingchen in the living room was watching the old video of Midnight. He was watching it when he went out two hours ago.This is definitely beyond the scope of study or research, because the word obsession is clearly written on that gleaming white face.

And at this time Han Yi knew that even if he wavered in his decision to send him to Ziye's side, it was too late, although he had already fallen in love with this beautiful, silent, rich and mysterious child.

His paintings have a kind of warm magic power, which is so beautiful that it makes people cry. Even though Hong Tu has been slaughtered for a long time, his heart is as hard as iron, and he will sit on the ground with his picture book in his eyes softly, unable to return to his senses for a long time.His paintings will remind people who had a good childhood of the best moments, and make people who have no childhood seem to return to their childhood.He was probably a gift, a precious gift.

Let him go close to midnight, is it considered to destroy a genius?

But the child himself was like a polar winter, with nothing but cold and darkness. The first time Han Yi saw him, he had a strong intuition that he had the shadow of an early death.When I saw his paintings, this feeling was even stronger. He overdrawn the warmth in his life and created beautiful fairy tales one after another.When that warmth runs out, he will also extinguish the candle of life.

Han Yi washed his hands, made himself a cup of coffee, and poured juice for the morning.

Sitting on the sofa, stuffing the juice into his hand, watching the expression of the handsome boy on the screen with Qingchen.

Han Yi said, "Look at his eyes, how cold they are."

After thinking for a while, he said: "But his eyes are very beautiful, which comes from his maternal inheritance. His grandfather and mother have exactly the same phoenix eyes."

In the early morning without making a sound, Han Yi pinched his jaw and turned to himself.The brilliance in those eyes is not concealed, it is too beautiful.Han Yi looked at him seriously,

"If you can, treat him like a family member, like a brother, but don't fall in love with him, okay?"

Those eyes drooped, looked at him again, and asked quietly, "Why?"

Han Yi lowered his head and turned the cup in his hand, watching the ripples of the black liquid in the cup:

"It's a long story, but at the end of the day it's all my fault. Do you want to hear it?"

It is indeed a long story.It seems that everything started with an agreement. Han Tieyi and He Lisheng agreed that they would marry their children who are most like their own.But Han Yi doesn't like women by nature, he treats He Huan like a younger sister.

He met Hongtu in the best time and fell in love at first sight.But He Huan was looking forward to his wedding on the most beautiful day.His father, who has always been open-minded and loved him very much, did not condone this time, telling him that he can love any way he likes. He can understand such things as love, but at least he must give He Huan a marriage and a child.

He refused to betray his love, so he eloped with Hongtu. They gave up everything around them and chose to start anew in a strange place and live a happy life.

Of course, life was not happy for a long time. Hong Tu was attacked, and all kinds of evidence proved that he was dead. Han Yi couldn't believe this fact and chose to commit suicide, but was taken home by his father at the last moment.

He was on the verge of collapse, but he also knew that he needed to survive to avenge Hongtu. Since Hongtu was dead, his future life would be indifferent. He married He Huan, and his heart was ashamed. Well, get drunk almost every night in bars or basements.There is still a midnight in the drunken night.

He Huan is smart, beautiful, proud and deep-minded. He is not an ignorant princess who grew up in a castle. However, he was dazzled by love and stepped into this loveless marriage. When he regretted it, it was too late.She tried to arouse Han Yi's feelings, let go of her pride, gave up her career, and surrounded him wholeheartedly, accompanied him, and warmed him.It's just that she didn't know that Han Yi had been buried with Hong Tu's death.

He Huan didn't understand what was wrong with him, why his chess brother couldn't fall in love with her.Her love gradually turned into hatred, she hated Hongtu, and also hated Han Yi.

When giving birth to Han Ziye, it was difficult to give birth, and He Huan almost died on the delivery bed.From the time Ziye was born until her death, her body was very weak and she spent most of her time in bed.She gradually became a eccentric and taciturn woman.

Not long after Zi Ye was born, Han Yi learned that Hong Tu was not dead, so overjoyed that he couldn't care about his wife and children, he immediately ran to find Hong Tu and never went back for several years.

Han Ziye hardly had a childhood.His grandfather and grandfather loved him very much, and that kind of extraordinary love did make up for his lack of fatherly love to some extent.Han Tieyi would often look at him for a long time, laughing and sighing that he is a miracle, like himself and Li Sheng.

Grandpa would also hold him, nodding his nose affectionately and saying, you little guy, you are really good at picking your grandpa's nose, your grandpa's nose is the prettiest in the whole face.

Although they love him, they pay more attention to him. He has received training and education far beyond his peers since he was a child. He has no playmates, no toys, and no time to play. He was taught cumbersome and orthodox etiquette. He can't talk while eating, and how to walk with a straight back is the most elegant. He was taken to the tea garden, not to catch butterflies or dragonflies, but to identify the appearance and taste of each tea.He was taken to the shooting range, watched the missile test, flew into the sky with a bang, and then fell into the ground, creating a terrifying mushroom cloud.His only rest every day is to go to his mother's room, leaning against his mother's arms and listening to her talk.The faint beating of his heart made him feel safe.

What my mother often said was that all homosexuals in this world are heterogeneous and perverted, and should all die.His father was a homosexual. His father abandoned their mother and son and ran away with a man. He was the most disgusting person in the world.She planted a seed in little Ziye's heart.