Don't Forget Everything

"A Yue, you can't break your promise."

Wei Chuyue shrugged his shoulders, burst into a burst of laughter, stepped forward to Han Muchuan, reached out and grabbed his skirt, raised his eyes to meet Han Muchuan's eyes, Wei Chuyue was smiling, but there were tears in his eyes: "Han Muchuan, what are you doing?" What do you want? Why do you force me like this? Yes, I said those words, but you never responded, and now I don’t want to, why, you killed me and returned to the snowfield with my bones in your hands.”

"Ayue..." Han Muchuan saw Wei Chuyue showing such an expression for the first time, like a beast driven into a desperate situation, with scarlet eyes, sharp claws and fangs all exposed, just waiting for an opportunity to counterattack, either you die or I die.Han Muchuan had really wanted to dig out Wei Chuyue's ruthless decision to fight with his back and strike with all his might, but he never had it. Wei Chuyue's sword was full of murderous aura, and at the same time, he was always indifferent until this moment.

Han Muchuan was startled, and the next moment he stretched out his hand to grab Wei Chuyue, but he had already let go and stepped back a few feet. He smiled at Han Muchuan again, gently and slowly, his eyes suddenly changed, and he said: "Han Muchuan, you regret it."

Han Muchuan opened his mouth, but was interrupted by Wei Chuyue before he spoke again: "It's late."

Wei Chuyue swiped backwards, and had retreated a few feet away. Han Muchuan chased after him. Wei Chuyue had already walked into the lights and returned to the noisy place.

It's late...it's too late.Han Muchuan knew it, but he knew it and regretted it.When he left Wuwangzhai in a panic three years ago, he knew he regretted it, but he didn't understand why, he didn't understand why when Wei Chuyue touched his lips, his heart ached so fast, like drums and thunder, and he was startled. It made him flustered.

Han Muchuan regretted so much, he regretted that he couldn't bear it, he had to find Wei Chuyue back, hold him in his arms, and embed it in his heart.

Although it's late, there's still time, as long as Wei Chuyue hasn't fallen in love with anyone else, there's still time.

The banquet was still going on, and the white sparrow had many new ways to play, and the four characters of "dancing, writing and ink" were played out, even Mr. Guo couldn't help but kept laughing and watching, even a little eager to try.

Wei Chuyue went back to the banquet, saw the happy and happy people in front of him, met Guo Mengying's eyes, and quickly moved away. He was a little envious of Wen Ran, and he could find an excuse to hide from the excitement here.

The waiter at Wei Chuyue's piano case brought a jug of wine, just as he wanted, he plucked the strings with one hand and sang the pipa music of Xiyun, and a glass of wine in the other hand.

Wei Lin exchanged glasses with others. From the corner of his eye, he saw Wei Chuyue drinking more and more fiercely. Although he didn't know what happened, he had a bad feeling. After thinking about it, he had better leave quickly. Rhetoric left with Wei Chuyue, Xiyun and Suiyu.

On the carriage back to Wuwangzhai, Wei Chuyue talked and laughed with Sui Yu with his head on his head, as if he wasn't a bit drunk.

The desolation of Chaoyun Tower and the noise of Fan Mansion formed a strong contrast, which made Wei Chuyue, who had just returned to Chaoyun Tower, at a loss for a while, couldn't help but sigh deeply, suddenly felt very boring.

Wei Chuyue took the wine from the cabinet, sat on the ground and leaned against the cabinet, poured a whole pot of Wangshanchun into his throat, the original mellowness of Wangshanchun and the lingering sweetness in his mouth were gone, only the burning in his throat, Like a pain hitting his heart.

Wei Chuyue threw the jug towards the door, but Han Muchuan easily dodged it. The jug hit the ground, shattered and exploded a scattered scent of wine, which also splashed on Han Muchuan's clothes, shoes and boots superior.

Ghosts linger.

Wei Chuyue picked up another wine jug from the cabinet, filled it with Wang Shanchun, Wei Chuyue hesitated for a moment, that fool Han Muchuan didn't deserve him to waste this jug for a long time, Wei Chuyue chose to finish the wine before smashing it.

Han Muchuan approached him, and said softly, "You've already drunk a lot today."

"Han Muchuan, let's go, I'm begging you, please forgive me, okay?"

Wang Shanchun lost all taste, Wei Chuyue shook the half-full jug, unwilling to pay Han Muchuan any attention.

Wei Chuyue's face was flushed, as if rouge was applied to his face, and his eyes were half closed to hide the waves of smoke.

"Han Muchuan, why do I like you so much? Why do I still miss you even after being pushed away by you?"

"Han Muchuan, do you regret it? I regret it! At the Luoshui River, I had so many opportunities to escape. Uncle Lin came to find me, but I stayed."

"Han Muchuan, the number one sword in the world, huh, how powerful is it? I can't compare to you with a sword. If I want to poison you to death, I just raise my hand and force me to draw the sword. I should have wiped some blood on the sword to seal the throat. Poison, tell you to bully me!"

The more Wei Chu got drunk, the more he didn't want to talk to Han Muchuan, the more he couldn't help being talkative, and he couldn't spit out those words that had been suppressed for many years.

"Han Muchuan, you are too kind to me, only to me, hahahaha, I'm so stupid, I thought I was very special and important to you, yes... Haha, look at me so stupid, don't you Are you proud?"

Wei Chuyue buried his head in his arms and curled up. He seemed to be crying, his eyes were blurry, and his voice became hoarse.

"Go, go, please, go, no one will know how stupid I am if you go."

Han Muchuan didn't seem to hear what he said, he didn't speak, and still lingered.Wei Chuyue suddenly raised his face to look at Han Muchuan, laughed and cried while watching, like a lunatic, he was so helpless, he couldn't fight, even driving people away was so difficult, if he doesn't leave, don't leave, Wei Chuyue will go by himself .

"Han Muchuan, it's better for me to leave this time, and I'll be unrestrained for a while. You like Wuwangzhai so much, so I'll give it to you. I'll go, I'll go..."

Wei Chuyue stood up, suddenly the void under his feet was like falling clouds, his whole figure flickered, and fell into Han Muchuan's arms. Han Muchuan put one hand on his back, wrapped his hands around his knees, picked him up, hugged him to the bed, and removed him. footwear.

All this happened at the moment when Wei Chuyue was stunned, and when he came to his senses, he kicked Han Muchuan's chest, kicking him away, staring at Han Muchuan like a frightened rabbit, and suddenly sobered up.

"A Yue, it's all my fault..."

As soon as Han Muchuan opened his mouth, there was a knock on the door, and the two people in the room didn't even notice that someone was coming in the courtyard.

"Wei Shao, the hot water is here." Duofu shouted outside the door, and pushed the door open to come in.

Han Muchuan stood at the door, took the copper basin and handkerchief from Duofu, and thanked him.

Duofu was stunned, he thought that Wei Chuyue came back alone, he didn't see Han Muchuan with him just now?Before he could figure it out, he saw the smashed jug by the door, and was about to open his mouth to ask, but was stopped by Han Muchuan.

"It's okay, you go to rest, I'll clean up here."

"Ah?" Duofu couldn't help looking into the room, but he didn't see anything, and he didn't hear Wei Chuyue's voice, so he could only nod in response, "Okay, then thank you Mr. Han."

When Han Muchuan came back, he wet the handkerchief and sat beside Wei Chuyue's bed, trying to wipe away the tears on his face.

Wei Chuyue sideways turned his face away, grabbed the handkerchief from Han Muchuan's hand, and tidied himself indiscriminately.He's messed up and doesn't know what to do.He only got drunk once, on the day he became crowned, after Han Muchuan left, he fantasized that Han Muchuan would come back, said sorry to him, said he was wrong, said he also liked him, said he loved him, and would hug him, kiss him...

Now he is drunk and awake, and people are in front of his eyes, but he is not happy at all.When his heart was burning hot, that person was not there, and he would come back when his heart cooled down, and he hoped that he would wait where he was.Sadly, he was still there, as if he had been completely cold and frozen, unable to move a bit.

"A Yue, it's all my fault. I'm stupid. I didn't understand my own mind. I wasted a lot of time and made you sad. I was wrong and I regret it. You are angry, you are annoyed, and you hate me." It's all right, I don't ask for anything else, but can you give me a chance to make up? Let me stay by your side?"

Han Muchuan's voice sounded affectionate, but Wei Chuyue didn't seem to hear it at all, and didn't react at all.

Han Muchuan reached out to take the veil that Wei Chuyue was holding in his hand, Wei Chuyue didn't move, his eyes were lowered, as if he had suddenly fallen into a dream.

Han Muchuan gently rubbed Wei Chuyue's neck. Before Wei Chuyue went out this morning, he rubbed some powder on the side of his neck to cover up the sword marks. At this moment, Han Muchuan brushed it away, revealing a red mark, long and thin, shallow But dazzling.

Wei Chuyue sighed suddenly, turned his head to look at Han Muchuan, and said hoarsely, "No."

Han Muchuan withdrew his hand and looked deeply at Wei Chuyue. The wound in his heart was far from comparable to the bloodstain on the side of his neck. Three years ago, Han Muchuan's escape was like a sword piercing through Wei Chuyue's heart. How could a few words from him heal it? hurt?

Wei Chuyue stopped talking, he had already talked a lot of nonsense just now, he had exhausted it, and his heart was even more empty.

Han Muchuan and Wei Chuyue sat face to face for a long time, the two sides were silent, Han Muchuan didn't leave, and didn't ask again, he stared at the sword mark on Wei Chuyue's neck in a daze.

Wei Chuyue drank a lot of wine, and at this moment he was awake, his face was still flushed, like a begonia flower weeping blood, the flowers were so charming, it was a look Han Muchuan had never seen before.

Han Muchuan approached little by little, stretched out his hand to support Wei Chuyue's chin, tilted his head and kissed the side of his neck.

Gentle lips gently caressed the old wound, and Han Muchuan's breath scratched Wei Chuyue's cheek, making him tremble and freeze.

Before Wei Chuyue could react, Han Muchuan had already wrapped him tightly in his arms.

Wei Chuyue has a strong aroma of wine, and the smell of Wangshanchun even overwhelms the fragrance of Yuelin on his body, but when Han Muchuan was close to Wei Chuyue, he found Yuelin from Wangshanchun's fragrance The scent of incense belongs only to Wei Chuyue.

"A Yue, I'm sorry."

Han Muchuan said sorry again, he knew that Wei Chuyue didn't want to hear it, but he wanted to.

Han Muchuan's voice whispered in Wei Chuyue's ears, and hit his heart, smashing a hole in that piece of ice.Wei Chuyue seemed to hear something breaking apart.

Han Muchuan moved a little away, and Wei Chuyue took a breath, then suddenly dropped a kiss on Wei Chuyue's lips, returning to him the tenderness owed to him three years ago.

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Erha: Author, come out, did this Han Muchuan bring money into the group?Do I need to be number one male?

Author: Shh, don't make noise, I'm knocking cp