wear to ancient daily life

"Don't tell him about it."

Zhou Zezhi repeated it again, lowering his eyelids again, his long eyelashes cast a faint blue shadow on his cold white skin, and even his voice was faint, "I don't want to be left in his heart in this way. Traces, especially—guilt."

He neither likes nor disdains such feelings.

He, he wants to get such a person properly, whether it is physically or spiritually.For this reason, he endured it for many years, only wanting to wait for him to grow up, but he didn't realize it...

Zhou Zezhi's eyes shifted slowly, and moved to Yuheng's scorching sun face. The youthful face was full of vitality with unparalleled vigor.He couldn't help sighing, "I'm really...unwilling."

That was the most straightforward thought from the bottom of his heart, yes, not reconciled.

But no matter how unwilling he was, his Yunrong still followed the kid in front of him.Didn't he already see it when he rushed back yesterday?Why are you still delusional?

Looking back on the past, all kinds of thoughts lingered in his mind, which made Zhou Zezhi's already aching body even more tormented. It seemed that his body was warmly lit with a stick of firewood, slowly burning his heart.

He subconsciously tightened the quilt under him, acting like a girl for the first time, unable to control his surging emotions, his eyes suddenly felt sour.

He blinked his astringent eyes, raised his head slightly, and suppressed the astringency.Looking at the curtain hanging on the top of the bed, he said softly: "Yu Heng, treat him well."

If you lose, you lose, no matter how hard it is, he admits it.

Yu Heng looked at his curled up scarred fingers, was silent for a moment, then said abruptly, "Zhou Zezhi, I am not as good as you."

Even though he was born in the imperial family, Yu Heng still lived a carefree life, a wanton and enviable character.In addition, his status is very noble, his appearance is unique, and he has a delicate heart, he is simply born to be an existence that will kill people with anger.

It is a precedent in his life to refuse to accept anyone when he urinates, to take the initiative to admit that he is inferior to someone.

"You're not as good as me?" Zhou Zezhi put away his gaffe, and raised his eyebrows.

Although his appearance is damaged now, his every move is still pleasing to the eye and extremely beautiful.Hearing Yu Heng's words, Zhou Zezhi slightly raised his body lying on his side, and glanced at him with interest, "Why do you say that?"

It's really a novelty, as proud as the sixth prince, to be able to hear admiration from him.

Yu Heng didn't show any embarrassment at all, and calmly accepted the scrutiny from the people on the bed, and said in a gentle voice: "If I didn't have the identity of the sixth prince on my head, it would not be easy for me to change Ah Rong's attitude towards me."

"At the end of the day, I'm just a bigot when it comes to emotions, and I hate it very much." As he spoke, the corners of Yuheng's mouth curled up, and he looked directly at Zhou Zezhi, "But you are different, you know how to get into it." It is popular. If I gave you this hat, Arong...would have been fooled by you long ago."

Because of his identity and the way he treats his feelings, Zhou Zezhi is planning to fight a long-lasting battle, but he doesn't worry about these things, and goes straight to the point, very simple. ——It is also because of his identity and the way he handles his feelings, he loses because of the former.

"Your heart for Ah Rong is indeed... not worse than mine." Although she really didn't want to admit it, Yu Heng had to admit that they were able to give up everything for Yun Rong, and valued him thousands of times more than life. Thousands of people.

After saying that, regardless of Zhou Zezhi's reaction, Yu Heng got up from the stool, and respectfully saluted the person on the couch, "Thank you for saving Ah Rong."

"I was wrong about Guanzhong, and I won't do it in the future." Finally, he took a deep look at Zhou Zezhi, knowing that he must not treat him very much right now, so Yu Heng didn't stay any longer, and left without making any promises. .

After all, he is proud. Zhou Zezhi, who is as handsome as a dragon and a phoenix, who is like the proud son of heaven, also has his own pride.

This love, he wrote it down for A Rong, this heavy double favor.

Watching Yuheng leave, Zhou Zezhi didn't ask anyone to see him off, but his eyes wandered and landed on the Huanghuali Duobaoge not far away.

He stared at it nonchalantly for a long time, finally lifted the quilt, and dragged his injured and sick body to move step by step.

Got to the shelf.

At the end, there was another silence, and he slowly squatted down, and took out an exquisite lacquered gold box.Holding it carefully, Zhou Zezhi took the seat where Yuheng was sitting just now.

A key was found out from nowhere, and with the crisp sound of "click", the small golden lock that locked the box was opened by the owner.He twisted something out with bare hands, and when he looked closely, it turned out to be a yellowed test paper.

There are two big characters written on it, "Yun Rong."

"Yunrong." He said this simple name very lightly, and Zhou Zezhi's soft fingertips stroked it back and forth, with a sudden smile on his face.

Taking out all the things placed in the gold-painted box, what appeared on the table were stacks of envelopes.

Although it was well preserved by the owner, judging by the appearance of the envelope, it was still a bit old and yellowed.

——Those are all the letters he wrote to Yun Rong over the years, which not only contained his emotions, but also recorded the lives of the two of them at the same time.

Bit by bit, daily, trivial life.

Originally, he still thought that when Yunrong could accept him, he would hand over this box to him with his own hands. The small box carried his deep affection for Yunrong.

Unfortunately, there is no such opportunity again.He, it is impossible for him to have the...opportunity and power to put the object in front of him into the hands of his sweetheart.

Zhou Zezhi picked up one with trembling hands, took out the yellowed paper inside, shook it open and saw the immature boy painted on it, that was Yun Rong three years ago, the youthful, innocent and beautiful appearance seemed to grow on the tip of his heart .

A handsome inscription at the end: "May your life be smooth, safe and happy."

It is also because of this that he has been guarding him, protecting him, and... loving him for many years.

Zhou Zezhi looked at the painting dully, but couldn't hold it back after all. Tears welled up from his eyes and fell down his cheeks onto the table, making a pattering sound.

His sweetheart, flesh and blood, to him, was just a dream, and in the end, it was broken.