Picked up a little dumb on the side of the road

The next day when Xiao woke up again and looked at the sky outside the window, it was probably an hour or two later than usual, but he couldn't see Wei Xun or smell the familiar food aroma in the past, so he felt a chill in his heart, and immediately Turn over and sit up.

Hearing the movement between the beds, Wei Xun came in from the outside, holding a piece of red paper in his hand.

"Are you awake?" he said softly.

"Brother Seven..." Seeing Wei Xun, Xiao Yi lost his energy immediately, and fell back on the couch, muttering aggrievedly, "Where have you been?"

Xiao Yiben was also thin, and the movement just now was too big, and he fell into the couch with a muffled "plop". Wei Xun hurried forward to hug him, rubbed his head and patted his back, "Where did you hit? Does it hurt?" Pain? How can such a big person be so careless?"

Just now he was nervous and forgot all about it, and when he was hugged in his arms and asked "Does it hurt?" Xiao Yi realized——

Pain, especially in the back.

But it didn't hit me just now...

Thinking of the absurdity last night, when he was kneeling by the couch and being pushed against the wall by Wei Xun, he suddenly felt his ears burn, and unconsciously buried his face in Wei Xun's arms.

Thinking about it this way, Wei Xun's previous encounter can be regarded as extremely restrained, because he was too presumptuous yesterday...

Thinking of this, Xiao Yi felt both ashamed and warm.

He rubbed against Wei Xun's chest flatteringly, put his hand on the back of Wei Xun's hand that was just around his waist at the moment, and pressed it, and said coquettishly, "Brother Seven... rub it."

Wei Xun blushed when he heard Xiao Yi's hoarse voice, and rubbed Xiao Yi in his arms for a while.

Xiao Yilan squinted his eyes comfortably in Wei Xun's arms.

Wei Xun hugged the lazy cat in his arms and suddenly remembered a sentence he had laughed at himself before——

"Am I benzoin for feelings, you will fall asleep as soon as you touch me..."

He patted Xiao Yi's head lightly, and said softly, "Are you still sleeping? Are you not hungry? The time is almost over."

"Huh?" Xiao Yi's voice was still lazy, "Did Brother Seven not cook?"

"Can I still be hungry?" Wei Xun kissed Xiao Yi's forehead fondly, and pointed in the direction of the small case, "I thought I didn't have time to cook today, so I went to the market this morning to buy some of your favorite food When you come back, you get up and wash up first, and I'll warm it up for you."

Xiao Yi was lazy and didn't want to move, he just hugged Wei Xun's waist and didn't let go. He saw the red paper that Wei Xun brought in just now, and casually picked up a topic, "What was Brother Seven busy with just now?"

"Hmm... writing." Wei Xun fumbled to pick up the red paper that fell at his feet, and handed it to Xiao Yi, "I can't see it either, so I don't know how it's written."

Xiao Yi looked at the big square "囍" written in official script on the red gilt paper.

Although Wei Xun could no longer see it, the font was still beautiful and full.

Xiao Yi looked up at Wei Xun.

Different from himself who is lazy and has no talent, Wei Xun, the elder brother he used to rely on the most, and now the closest lover, is the most favored son of heaven in this world no matter in terms of talent, cultivation or appearance .

If he hadn't met himself, if there hadn't been all the turmoil before, perhaps up to now, or even hundreds of years later, Wei Xun would still be the most glorious, zhilanyushu, Mr. Xun among the immortal sects.

With red eyes, Xiao Yi kissed Wei Xun's thin lips.

Wei Xun, I don't have anything else, I can only supply myself to you, and I don't know if it's enough.

Wei Xun panicked for a moment under Xiao Yi's sudden tenderness, and after a little lingering, both of them gasped, he poked Xiao Yi's lower back, "It doesn't hurt anymore?"

Xiao Yi flushed his cheeks and was speechless.

Wei Xun got up and picked up a cup of tea and handed it to Xiao Yi, "Moisten your throat."

Xiao Yi opened the lid and saw a cup of clear pear tea warming inside, he felt a sore nose, "Brother Seven..."

"Last night, I heard that my throat was not very good." Wei Xun lightly kissed the corner of Xiao Yi's lips again, "Get up and eat after drinking."

Wei Xun sat by the small table, listening to Xiao Yi's delicious meal, he felt as if he was already full, and even forgot to move his chopsticks.

Xiao Yi drank the soup bowl that Wei Xun blew cold for himself in his arms, then raised his eyes to look at Wei Xun who was motionless beside him, "Won't Brother Seven eat?"

"I'm done eating." Wei Xun took out a handkerchief and handed it to Xiao Yi, "Have you finished eating?"

"Yeah." Xiao Yi looked at Wei Xun's serious look and nodded, "Seventh Brother, do you want to tell me something?"

Wei Xun took Xiao Yi to the desk where the guqin was placed before the window.

"Ah Yi." Wei Xun's voice was warm and serious, "You and I are both men, and it's always a bit wronged to ask you to marry me, a worthless wretch like me..."

"Brother Seven." Xiao Yi interrupted Wei Xun. He stared at Wei Xun, his eyes were as serious as his tone, and he said firmly, "You are not a useless person, and I am not wronged."

Wei Xun smiled, "I am not married yet, and I have never seen anyone get married at home before. I asked the shopkeeper in the wedding shop to prepare these things as appropriate. Take a look, what else is missing?"

Xiao Yi glanced at the festive red on the desk, and finally stopped on a brochure painted with gold and crimson, "What is that book?"

"Marriage Geng Post." Wei Xun grabbed Xiao Yi's shoulders, "We only have this one place to live, and I don't think we can use eight sedan chairs, but for anything else, I don't want to lose you."

Xiao Yi never understood and didn't care about those red tapes, but with this post and Wei Xun's words, that's enough.

"Brother Seven." He leaned on Wei Xun's shoulder, "I also want a piece of red rope."

"Okay." Wei Xun replied gently, rubbing Xiao Yi's heart, "Where are the clothes? What do you want to wear?"

Xiao Yi hid in Wei Xun's arms and smiled secretly, "Could it be possible that Seventh Brother wants to see me wearing a phoenix coronet?"

"If you wear it, it must look good." Wei Xun lowered his eyes, stroking Xiao Yi's overly delicate eyebrows with his finger, "Unfortunately, I can't see it."

Xiao Yi tiptoed and kissed Wei Xun's eyelashes: "Then Seventh Brother just prepare a hijab for me."

Hijab covers the helplessness and hatred in our past, and bury those dirty memories. When you lift the hijab again, I will be your married wife, and we will be the most intimate and inseparable people in the world. Shuangbi people.

Each other's only relative.

The author has something to say: Big wedding!!!!