Shh, don't wake them up

This time Miao Xuan slept particularly well. When he woke up, it was almost noon, and the golden sunlight came in and shone on his upturned buttocks. He didn't even think about how he got back to bed. Stretched on the bed in the posture of a cat, stroked the head of the chicken nest casually, turned over and got out of bed.

After washing up, I went downstairs. As soon as I walked up the stairs, I smelled the aroma of food.

He wondered, if Wu Ma and the others were not here, could it be that the benefactor cooked the food himself?

A figure came out of the kitchen, confirming his thoughts.

Fang Yimin wore a white shirt and an apron around his waist, and was coming out of the kitchen with a plate of dishes. Seeing him, he smiled gently and said, "Get up, let's eat."

Miao Xuanpiao was gone, not to mention that Fang Yimin paid him a huge amount of remuneration, as far as his treatment of cooking himself, he was simply a perfect employer, he even wanted to work for him.

He fluttered downstairs, sat down flutteringly, and took a sip again flutteringly, it was delicious in color and fragrance.

Miao Xuan gave Fang Yimin a thumbs up to Fang Yimin who had been smiling and watching him eat, and said vaguely, "Not bad."

Fang Yimin's smile deepened, and the tenderness in his eyes was about to drown him, Miao Xuan tsk tsk in his heart: such a person, it's hard for people not to think about him...

He said casually: "I don't know who will enjoy such a blessing as Mr. Fang in the future."

Hearing the words, Fang Yiwan suppressed his smile, his eyes became deep, showing that kind of gentle melancholy again.

After eating, Miao Xuan took care of the things that appeared last night, and walked around the villa idly, and found that there was a small attic in the villa, and there were a lot of sundries in it. There is a thick layer of dust, and a carton is opened, and there are some children's toys inside, which seem to be nothing special.

Just as he was about to close the box, his eyes glanced at the colorful doll in the corner. He took it out and saw that it was the Russian matryoshka. He remembered that it was not placed here before.

A cold light flashed in Miao Xuan's eyes, and he smiled with one corner of his mouth. He didn't know what the story was, so he waited to see what would happen next.

Leaving the attic, he met Fang Yiming who was about to go out.

Fang Yimin was wearing a gardener's suit, and the light khaki plaid shirt made his brows and eyes gentle, and he also wore a round straw hat on his head.

He greeted Miao Xuan, shook the tool in his hand, and said, "I'm going to tidy up the garden, are you free?"

Of course Miao Xuan is free.

The garden of this villa seems to be blessed by nature. There are many kinds of flowers in the garden, and the growth is very gratifying, and the flowering period seems to be longer than that outside.

Fang Yiming half-kneeled behind a bush of roses, carefully pruning the flowers and branches to repel insects, his concentration was very charming.

Miao Xuan squatted next to a summer hibiscus plant, twirling a flower branch with her fingertips, her gaze wandered around Fang Yiming's fair fingers and drooping long eyelashes, and a smirk curled up from her mouth.

Fang Yimin felt something hit his hand, and in a blink of an eye, it was a lavender hibiscus flower. He didn't take it to heart, and continued to work seriously.

Another flower came crashing down, and he finally raised his head, saw Miao Xuan's narrow face, and smiled helplessly: "I asked you to help, but you said no, why are you making trouble again now?"

Miao Xuan walked over with a smile, and a gust of wind happened to blow Fang Yiming's hat off, his hair was a little warped, and his expression was a little dazed, looking gentle and harmless.

Miao Xuan'e took the opportunity to pin the flower in his hand to his ear, and burst out laughing.

Fang Yimin was not annoyed, he sighed helplessly, and said in a low voice: "Naughty."

The breeze blows, thousands of flowers are swaying in the wind, the sound of rustling sounds in the garden, touching the softest part of my heart little by little, the gentleness between the eyebrows brings up pieces of ripples, and I don’t know where I want to go. still far.

In an inconspicuous corner of the garden, a Manjusawa plant was burning like fire.

After wasting most of the day in the garden, the heartless Miao Xuan returned to his room after dinner.

It was getting dark on time, and Miao Xuan was as calm as ever, flipping through the manuscript on the computer, thinking whether to add a love line to the protagonist.

There was a soft knock on the door, Miao Xuan raised his eyebrows, is the ghost so polite this time?He opened the door, but saw Fang Yimin standing outside.

He was wearing a black tuxedo, with a bright red rose in his jacket pocket, his hair was neatly combed back, revealing his delicate face, he looked directly at Miao Xuan, and asked softly: "Mr. I didn't treat you well, would you mind coming downstairs and listening to me play a piece?"

There was anxiety and anticipation in his eyes, the villain in Miao Xuan's heart nodded wildly: I don't mind, of course I don't mind, I am very willing.But he didn't show it on his face, he smiled politely and said, "I'm so happy."

In order not to be too disrespectful, Miao Xuan changed clothes on purpose and got down. Fang Yiming had already sat in front of the piano, nodded to him, and the clever piano sound rang out.

Fang Yimin was smiling, and his well-proportioned fingertips were dancing on the keys. The sound of the piano was sometimes subtle and gloomy, and sometimes sonorous and powerful. In front of him, he stretched out his hand and said in a gentlemanly manner, "Sir, can I invite you to dance?"

Miao Xuan came back to his senses, raised his eyebrows, and said: "You are taking advantage of me, I don't know how to dance women's steps."

Regardless of his struggle, Fang Yimin took his hand and said bewitchingly, "I'll teach you."

Accompanied by the waltz on the gramophone, the two spun on the soft carpet, looking harmonious.

But actually...

Miao Xuan stomped on Fang Yimin's foot for the fourth time, pretending to have an innocent expression, and said, "Ah, I'm sorry, I stepped on you again."

Fang Yiming didn't even move his eyebrows, as if he wasn't the one who was stepped on, he still smiled: "It's okay."

When Miao Xuan stepped on his foot for the seventh time, the door was suddenly opened, and a person walked in from the outside.

It was none other than Fang Yimin who walked in, and the other Fang Yimin.

He was still wearing the clothes he wore for dinner today, and he showed a surprised expression when he saw the situation inside the door.

Miao Xuan quickly left the people around him, walked to Fang Yimin who entered the door, and looked over with a mocking face.

Seeing this, "Fang Yimin" in the tuxedo touched his chin with great interest: "How did you find out?"

Miao Xuan imitated his movements, and said: "Well, I didn't notice it at first, until I stepped on your foot, how can I put it that way, it feels like stepping on a piece of wood, but no matter how hard a person is, , it doesn’t look like wood, does it?”

The man disdained: "How do you know that what is around you is real?"

"Oh, yes, let me make a mark first."

Miao Xuan involuntarily splashed blood on Fang Yiming's forehead, and the blood quickly turned into a golden mark, which disappeared between his eyebrows in a blink of an eye.

Looking at this scene, "Fang Yimin" turned cold, his brows were green, and the waltz turned into classical court music at some point. Like a shy woman, he covered his mouth and laughed, giggling In the midst of laughter, the music began to grow louder, and finally became a harsh and unpleasant sound, like fingernails on a blackboard.

Blood began to ooze around the phonograph, the lights dimmed, and "Fang Yiming" hoarse voice sounded: "Then, the hide-and-seek has begun."

Miao Xuan dragged Fang Yimin to hide in Tibet. Although Fang Yimin was puzzled, he knew it was not the time to ask.

Miao Xuan recalled the legend of the matryoshka doll. In order to find a son-in-law for the arrogant princess, the king issued a notice that anyone who could hide three times without being found by the princess could become a son-in-law. If found, the princess would deal with it.The princess has a mirror and can see everything. She not only finds out those people, but also cuts off their heads and hangs them in the back garden for people to admire.

According to the description in the story, if they were caught, it is estimated that their heads could be hung on the flower stand in the back garden.

During the period, they also met several Fang Yimings of all ages, from old to young, who were hiding around like them.

They hid in the gaps in the closet, looked at "Fang Yiming" who had put on a nondescript princess dress at some time, and with a strange smile, they grabbed the boy "Fang Yiming" in front of them.

After watching him leave, Miao Xuan took Fang Yiming's hand and wrote on his palm: Before it catches everyone, we need to find the smallest nesting doll.

Fang Yimin: What?

Miao Xuan: If everyone is killed, your soul will be imprisoned in the doll, and the smallest doll is its "heart", which is the weakest place.

Fang Yimin understood what he meant and nodded.

Miao Xuan seems to be born to be a master of concealment. In addition, he moved some hands and feet on "Fang Yiming" while dancing, and led Fang Yiming to avoid death countless times. "Fang Yiming" was almost arrested. See Looking at the thicker and thicker bloodstains on the body of "Princess Fang Yiming", I want to know what happened to them.

They hid in the garden. In Miao Xuan's words, the most dangerous place is the safest place. The flowers in the garden are still luxuriant, but there is a row of human heads hanging on the flower stand. They are "Fang Yiming" of different ages. The blood dripping from his head fell on the rose bushes, staining the leaves with blood.

Miao Xuan counted, there are six in total.

There are nine layers of Russian nesting dolls, from big to small. According to what I saw just now, except for the "princess" and "heart", there is still one that has not been found.

They searched around the garden, but found nothing. At this moment, a child's cry came from outside the garden. The two looked at each other and hid behind the grape trellis.

"Princess" carried a child in his hand, "Fang Yimin", who was only ten years old, his eyes were red from crying, his immature face was full of panic and tears, and his small body could not help but twist.

Miao Xuan looked at him and then at Fang Yimin, thinking: He is really young, pitiful and helpless.

"Princess" smiled sinisterly, pressed the child to the ground with one hand, and took out a huge knife with the other. Seeing that the child was about to be separated, Miao Xuan rushed over.

Fang Yimin's eyes widened suddenly, looking at Miao Xuan who was fighting with the "princess", he was extremely worried, and was at a loss for a moment.

Miao Xuan turned around and shouted: "I'll stop it first, you go find it!"

Fang Yimin was sweating nervously. They had searched the garden just now, but found nothing. But at this moment, Miao Xuan was at a disadvantage and was almost cut by a knife.

He walked to the rosebush, and the human heads hanging on the flower stand suddenly opened their eyes. They were swinging in the air, howling and crying. It popped out and dripped to the ground.

A big bag instantly bulged up on the ground, the soil began to crack, and something was about to break out of the ground.

Fang Yimin stared at the ground, and after a while, a small hand stretched out from the soil, and then, a baby "grows" out of the ground.

"Mr. Miao, here!" He shouted at Miao Xuan who was rolling on the ground.

Miao Xuan dodged swiftly and dodged the attack. "Fang Yimin"'s whole face became more ferocious when he heard this sentence. He roared and rushed towards them, but he didn't know what method Miao Xuan used. Very heavy, unable to pounce on them in a short time.

Miao Xuan picked up the baby from the ground. The baby opened its eyes, neither crying nor fussing. The black pupils reflected the two people in distress, looking very innocent.

Miao Xuan laughed, took out a talisman from his pocket, and threw it into the air like a magic trick. The talisman ignited spontaneously, and after falling, he had a thin golden chain in his hand.

In the scream of "Fang Yimin", he mercilessly wrapped the chain around the baby, and the chubby baby suddenly collapsed. He opened his mouth, and there was a row of thin With dense teeth, he bit towards Miao Xuan.

Miao Xuan dodged and muttered something, "Princess" including the other "Fang Yimin" screamed.

In just one minute, all the "Fang Yimin" disappeared, and there were only a few pieces of broken colored wood left in the garden. Miao Xuan took down the wooden nesting dolls that were still hanging, and put them together with the fragments on the ground.

"Let's go back."

Back in the room, Miao Xuan checked the time, it was almost one o'clock in the morning, but his spirit was inexplicably excited, and he opened the door to go out for a walk, when he met Fang Yiming who came upstairs.

He didn't wear glasses, and he was only wearing a black silk nightgown with a loose belt around his waist, revealing a piece of white and healthy skin.

Fang Yimin shook the red wine in his hand at him, his eyes without glasses were aggressive and charming, he tilted his head upstairs, and said, "Come for a drink?"

Miao Xuan's Adam's apple twitched and followed him upstairs.

Fang Yiming, who didn't wear glasses, looked like a different person. He just sat behind the desk and stared at Miao Xuan, his eyes full of undisguised interest and temptation.

Miao Xuan took a sip of wine and said with a smile, "Why, stop pretending?"

Fang Yiming smiled evilly: "Aren't you also very happy acting?"

The two laughed at the same time.

Miao Xuan pointed to the row of books on the bookshelf, and said, "Mr. Fang also likes to read these horror novels?"

"Do not."

"Oh? Then why?" Miao Xuan propped his cheeks, squinting at him, with a careless smile on the corner of his mouth, and unconsciously rubbed his fingers on the bottom of the cup.

Fang Yimin's eyes darkened, he moved closer to Miao Xuan, the strong aroma of wine filled Miao Xuan's nostrils, he opened his lips and said word by word: "The one I like has always been the one who wrote novels."

He has been paying attention to him for a long time, and it has been in his heart since the accidental meeting.

Seeing the desire/desire in his eyes, Miao Xuan chuckled, and suddenly put his hands on the back of his neck, and pressed his lips against it.

Coincidentally, so is he.He passed by the bookstore countless times intentionally or unintentionally, just to look at the longing face through the floor-to-ceiling windows covered with green radish.

Fang Yiming laughed softly, hooked his neck with his backhand, and regained the dominance. The mellow wine was extremely sweet, rolling and jumping on the tip of their tongues.

They all thought they were hunters and set a net for each other, but they didn't know that they became the prey of themselves in the end.

The study room is connected to the bedroom, and Miao Xuan was pushed onto the bed unknowingly, his pajamas had slipped off his shoulders, and his thin waist was being held against another hot body.

He smiled slyly and asked pretending not to understand: "What are you doing?"

Fang Yimin raised his head, and said with deep desire/hope, "Be you."

Invasion, sinking, Miao Xuan felt as if he had turned into a soft cloud and was thrown into the sky, and the electric current ran across his back, and after the shuddering numbness, he condensed into a crushing rain.

The night is still very long.

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