Marriage record after marrying the wrong person

Hua Yi is in pain, very painful, Hua Yi can bear it, and he can bear it very much.

He bounced up all of a sudden, fell on one side of the quilt, and covered himself, his eyes were red, the world in his head was dark and yellow, and a bunch of irrelevant questions popped up in the universe, and he stood silently. Digesting the sudden pain.

When he came back to his senses and looked at the culprit again, Song Tan had retracted himself into the blue brocade quilt, not even a single strand of hair leaked out, like a tightly wrapped silkworm baby.

Hua Yi's mood was very complicated. Looking at the group of Song Tan, he wanted to be annoyed, but he couldn't bear to be annoyed.

After sitting up for a while, he finally patted Song Tan and said in a self-deprecating tone, "You are not Kefu, you are murdering your own husband."

Song Tanxu's voice was muffled because he was under the quilt, but there was still a bit of disgust in his tone: "Don't hook me up! It's not clear what I told you, make do with it, There is no skin-to-skin relationship.”

Hua Yi was completely distracted by his previous sentence, "You should not seduce me." He smiled lightly and said, "Why did I seduce you?"

Song Tan didn't say a word, Hua Yi lay down on his side, and simply hugged his quilt, with his face pressed against the quilt, and he rubbed against it like a big dog trying to please his master, asking repeatedly: " How did I hook you?"

Song Tan was annoyed by his harassment, and said arrogantly: "I admit it because you are handsome! Seduce me and make me lose my mind! Is it alright!"

Hua Yi has blocked the faint pain coming from his lower body, the child got the honey he wanted, and he is satisfied.

Hua Yi pulled the quilt with his hands, exposing Song Tan's face. He admired Song Tan's exquisite eyebrows for a while, and smiled at Song Tan, showing a row of white teeth, "Come out and breathe, you are so Looks good, I'm the one who's so obsessed with sex, don't make trouble, okay?"

Song Tan felt blinded by Hua Yi's presumptuous and bright smile, and he kicked Hua Yi again, but this time he didn't exert much force, it could only be called a touch.

He said, "Go and put out the lights."

Hua Yi did as he did, and when he got back to the bed, he took a look through the gentle moonlight shining in through the window sills—this bed was very big, and Song Tan ran to the innermost side to lean against the wall, and the area left for him was simply It just means: stay away from me.

Hua Yidun felt that this moonlight was Bai Sensen's broken porcelain, and his heart was also a tragic broken boy's heart.

He climbed onto the bed silently, lay on his side and looked at Song Tan's back. His loose pajamas vaguely outlined the shape of Song Tan's beautiful butterfly bones. He should be worshiped as a god, but because he suffered so much.

He wanted to stretch out his hand to touch Song Tan again, but the sense of guilt rose up, making him timid. He froze, grabbed his hand in the air a few times, and finally choked out a sentence: " you lost weight."

Song Tan has slept too much recently, so he doesn't feel very sleepy. At this time, his consciousness is still very clear, "You've lost weight too."

The clouds outside the window were thick and there was no sound, Song Tan said softly, "Go to sleep."

On the second day, Song Tan opened his eyes, and there was no one around him. He stretched out his hand to touch it, but there was no residual warmth.The quilt had sunken marks, so he was sure that he was not having a ridiculous dream.

He asked others to dress him, feed him medicine, and after eating, he took a book and read it. Among the anthology of poetry, picture album, chess manual, and book of farming and life, Song Tan chose the book of farming without hesitation. Book.

Looking at it from the side, Qingzhu feels that his young master has changed his mind. He used to be used to singing the wind and playing with the moon, and his heart was higher than the sky.

Song Tan met his suspicious gaze, and only said: "Have some taste of the world, and go to farm later."

Just as he was reading how to plant orange trees in the book, Song Tan read it with great interest, thinking that when he got better, he would plant orange trees in the yard, so that they would germinate in spring, flourish in summer, wither in autumn, and wither in autumn. In winter, it is frozen and rotten, and everything is dry and orderly.

When Song Ansong was introduced to the door, Song Tan's eyes were a little sore from reading a book, and he was resting with his eyes closed, with the book on his knees, and his arms were naturally hanging down, like an old monk entering meditation, or passing away suddenly .

Seeing this, Song Ansong took a deep breath, and ran to Song Tan's bedside, his nose sore: "Why did you die again?"

Before his trembling fingers touched Song Tan, Song Tan opened his eyes impatiently, saw who was coming, and laughed, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to express my condolences to you!" Song Ansong pointed behind him, where there were several servants holding many gifts, "Look, I even brought you something!"

"Put things down and people can go."

Song Ansong was taken aback for a moment, and then said angrily: "Song Tan, how could you do this, do you know that you have been missing these days, I am so worried to death."

Song Tan picked up the book from his lap, turned a page and continued to read, and said perfunctorily, "Thank you."

Song Ansong was unhappy, and took the book from Song Tan's hand, "I said brother, why don't you ask brother why I worry about you?"

Song Tan yawned, snatched the book from his hand again, turned it over in his hand, and said without much interest: "Don't be secretive, you love to talk but don't talk."

Song Ansong is the kind of player who would suffocate himself to death without speaking. He talked eloquently and told Song everything about what he saw, what he heard, and what Cheng Xuehong told him. Tan listened, especially how he angrily reprimanded Hua Yi and Hua Yi for saving the five girls with snot and tears.

Song Tan's fingers stopped, and he didn't turn the next page of the book for a long time. His face was full of disappointment. He didn't know that there were five girls in this matter...

Song Ansong looked at him, seeing him like this, he knew that he was not feeling well right now, he said comfortingly: "I know you are touched, after all we are brothers, it's nothing to do such trivial things for you. "

Song Tan didn't speak.

It was too quiet, Song Ansong heard the sound of the wind stirring the leaves, he touched Song Tan, "Third Brother, Hua Yi is actually quite difficult..."

"Yeah, he's quite difficult." Song Tan closed the book, looked up at Song Ansong, "If Cheng Xuehong encountered these things, what would he do?"

If Song Ansong is a two hundred and five, he didn't think at all, he patted his chest, and said triumphantly: "Then he must be following me first! How much he likes me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he realized that he had made a slip of the tongue.

He felt remorseful and could only act like a baby.He pursed his lips, like a kitten that made a mistake, tugged at the quilt on Song Tan's body bit by bit, and whispered softly, "I was wrong..."

Song Tan shot him a look, "Are you two very affectionate?"

"It's okay." Song Ansong saw Song Tan's complexion, and he had a flash of inspiration: "Brother, I think you should put yourself in this kind of thing and think about it, maybe it won't be so hard to accept."

Song Tan hummed expressionlessly, and put his hand on the wound on his chest, "If there were five girls on one side, and they were all imprisoned, I would choose five girls."

Song Ansong thought that Song Tan had figured it out, and shouted joyfully: "That's right! He said he hated you and had feelings for you, but you both put the overall situation first!"

Song Tan chuckled, and pressed his hand on the wound, and the pain spread to his brain.He will never forget the time in that hut in the forest. He was a fish at the mercy of others. He wanted to live a happy life, but at the last moment he was pushed to a desperate death, and finally he was thrown in the sober on the shore.

He suddenly said lightly: "He is dead, and I will die with him."

Song Ansong was stunned, Song Tan's face was indifferent, neither sad nor happy, but the light in his eyes was like a towering mountain, extremely firm.

He asked Song Ansong word by word, "Will he know Huayi?"

Before Song Ansong could react, Song Tan quickly answered by himself: "He won't."

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