【Xiyao】Fake prudence

Lianxian's light rain reflected Jin Guangyao's loneliness. He sat with his knees hugged under the canopy window, dazed in a daze. .

sad?

He is not sad!

Not only was he not sad, but he was also very happy, wishing to beat the gongs and drums to express the joy of his triumphant return.

Jin Guangyao forced himself to laugh, the corners of his lips curved into a crescent moon, every time a muscle moved, his face felt like it was cracking.

The pain is really painful.

It hurts my body, but it hurts my heart.

As long as he still has the slightest attachment to Lan Xichen, torturing Lan Xichen is tantamount to torturing himself.

But what the heck!He just wants to be happy.

Jin Guangyao hummed Lan Xichendu's elegant music, filled in the obscene words with self-improvement, hummed for a while, and suddenly remembered that Lan Ping was about to come to deliver breakfast.

Jin Guangyao got up with a grunt, got off the bed with all his feet, faced the wall, and took off his wet clothes.

Panicked and furtive, she looks like an unchaste woman who has had an affair with others.

This is Lan Xichen's inner garment, you must not tell the common people to see him wearing it, it will damage Lan Xichen's reputation——

What does his reputation have to do with me now?

When Jin Guangyao thought about turning the corner, the snow-white satin had been piled up under his feet, he was completely naked, like a baby just out of the mother's womb, he came and went without worries.

Why do you still think about him?

A good-for-nothing bastard, keep your slavish nature!

Snapped!

Jin Guangyao slapped himself hard, ten times more vicious than Shan Lan Xichen's slap, it made him dizzy and staring at him.

Since no one came to wake him up, let him wake himself up.

It's over, everything is over, last night was the final chapter.

Lan Xichen's heart is higher than that of Jiuchongtian, after suffering such humiliation, in the future he will definitely...

Where will there be a future?

Jin Guangyao cut off the thread of love with his own hands and ended this relationship, so that they don't have to torture each other from now on, how wonderful.

He is well versed in a man's mind. When Lan Xichen gets him, he is just a pomegranate skirt covered in dust, which will become dull and dull with the passing of time, and eventually become an old thing at the bottom of the box. He doesn't even bother to look at it. If the minister can't get him, he can continue to be a cinnabar mole on the tip of his heart, always fresh and beautiful, as long as new.

This is a lifetime.

As for himself, no hope, no disappointment, better.

The hopeless Jin Guangyao's heart is as dead ashes, as thin as a paper man, and will be blown away by the wind, rootless and rootless.

It seems that he really has nothing, and has become a lonely ghost in this world, pitiful and redundant.

No, he is not pitiful, he still has self-respect, he didn't beg Lan Xichen for mercy, this is the last bone he can rely on, so that he will not be broken and collapsed.

Self-esteem is much more reliable than love, at least you can earn it yourself, and you don't need to wait for that hesitant, self-deceiving man to give you alms.

It's raining, and it's really cool in autumn.

Jin Guangyao's body was shivering slightly from the cold, he picked up the cold wet clothes like a gnat stalking the light, his mind was not as firm as he expected, as soon as he touched Lan Xichen's clothes, his mind became distracted, and he would The clothes were hugged tightly in his arms, as if he was hugging the uncertain man like this.

Just letting the turbulent emotion surge, Jin Guangyao couldn't help himself, buried his pale face in his white clothes, seeking a moment of comfort.

"absurd!"

Suddenly he heard a stern slap in the face, Jin Guangyao was like a frightened bird, his soul flew away, and he turned his head tremblingly.

The person he was thinking of just now was standing outside the tent window, staring at him coldly, his eyes were red, and he was about to spew out two balls of Samadhi real fire, burning the evil in front of him to ashes.

Lan Xichen had never shown such terrifying anger, a thunderbolt sounded, and white light flashed, echoing the man's thunderous anger.

Jin Guangyao panicked and quickly lost his clothes.

Developed over the years, the surrender to this man crushed him in an instant, he explained in a dull voice: "Second brother, I didn't mean to blaspheme you—"

"Do you do this every day!" Lan Xichen roared, the green dragon climbed up to his forehead, its shape was almost outlined by the lightning on the curtain of the day.

The sky is falling and the earth is falling, he can no longer be the Pian Pianjia son who stays out of the matter, his demeanor is vulnerable to anger.

There is no true empathy in the world. In the past, he was able to compromise everything, open his mouth and shut his mouth to persuade others to calm down, just because that hurtful thing never happened to him.

"No, it's not like this every day!" Jin Guangyao stared at Lan Xichen, his knees softened, and he knelt down. He couldn't care less about covering his naked body, and shook his head desperately, "Today is the first day. Back! I swear to God, I have never done anything like this before! If there is even half a lie, I will be struck with a thunderbolt, and I will die!"

"I don't believe it! What a coincidence, I ran into it right away!" Lan Xichen punched the window casement, making a big hole, the wooden window shook several times, creaked pitifully, and fell to the ground. .

Jin Guangyao was trembling with fright, he became shorter and smaller in front of Lan Xichen, his thoughts became more and more confused, he sobbed softly, and he became engrossed: "I really don't, don't think of me like that, I'm really not that nasty Dear man, back then, I washed your clothes three times and washed them three times. People do laundry to save effort and step on them with my feet. Dare to touch it again, for fear of staining your clothes—”

"Nie Zhan, don't change the subject!" Lan Xichen suddenly interrupted Jin Guangyao's reminiscence, with a look like he was about to cry, he growled, "How many people have seen you like this? Tell me!"

"Only you!" Jin Guangyao fully confessed, "This is my first time committing a crime, never before!"

With his knees rubbing against the bone-cold floor tiles, Jin Guangyao walked up to Lan Xichen on his knees, looked up at him, and almost begged, "Second brother, trust me."

"Impossible..." Lan Xichen shook his head slightly, the rain slapped his face coldly, the water beads were stringing together, and he couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears, "Someone else must have seen it, and if you confess to them, I won't pursue it you."

"It's really only you." Jin Guangyao said stubbornly, "If I do such a thing, how can I let other people see it?"

"Am I really an idiot in your eyes?" Lan Xichen was furious, and he clamped Jin Guangyao's chin, "This window is wide open, anyone can see what's going on in the room, it's not me who came here today, I saw you This naked one is Lan Ping. What a beautiful body! Are you standing naked in front of the window and showing your body, are you trying to take revenge on me?"

"Revenge..." Jin Guangyao was dazed, with innocent eyes, "What am I going to take revenge on you for?"

Lan Xichen only thought he was being provocative, and the veins on his forehead popped up again, so as not to hurt Jin Guangyao, he let go of his hand, took a step back, and after a while, said tiredly: "Ah Yao, please put on your clothes, please? Don't be ashamed anymore, even if it's not for my face, think about your own."

Only then did Jin Guangyao understand why Lan Xichen was angry. It turned out that they had been talking about each other just now.

Lan Xichen didn't realize his nature of being strong on the outside but capable on the inside.

Jin Guangyao calmed down again. He wiped away his tears, climbed back to put on his shirt, sat on the ground with his knees folded, his back turned to Lan Xichen, and said in a muffled voice:

"I just happened to be changing clothes. Before they came, they would shout from a distance, and they would approach only with my permission. Didn't you tell them? Only you would approach quietly and appear out of the window unexpectedly." .Besides, everyone is a man, so why not look at it? Who am I to you? Who are you to me? What is your position to be angry because of this?"

Lan Xichen was stunned. He stood silently in the rain for a long time, opened the door and entered the house, put a food box on the table, and said, "Sorry, I shouldn't hurt you, you got caught in the rain, I'll bring you ginger soup... and what you want."

Jin Guangyao curled up in the corner like a wounded animal.

Lan Xichen walked over, picked him up with his long arms, and was shocked to find that this person was so light, so light that it made his heart ache.

He carried Jin Guangyao to the bed, took out a set of dry clothes from the closet, and put them beside Jin Guangyao: "Change, if not, I will change it for you myself."

Then carry it back, as a gesture of no regard for evil.

Jin Guangyao honestly changed his clothes, sat at the table and opened the food box, and saw that in addition to ginger soup, there was also a plate of sweet-scented osmanthus and lotus root flour cake, he couldn't help feeling extremely sad, and at the same time, his hair stood on end.

This man has just been deeply hurt by him, yet he can still be so considerate and thoughtful, it's too scary, Lan Xichen is good at punishing his heart.

Why not let him give up completely, this tortured evil.

He unconsciously glanced at Lan Xichen, who was also looking at him, and then, a warm hand stretched out, caressed his cheek, and asked softly, "Who hit you?"

Jin Guangyao sensed the ambition behind Lan Xichen's tenderness and tenderness. He should have expected it. Lan Xichen was more competitive than anyone in his bones, and he would never succumb to last night's defeat. Only in the middle of the night, he regrouped and turned back aggressively. Kill back.

Jin Guangyao carried it very carefully, poured ginger soup with his head up, and said, "I made it myself."

Lan Xichen seemed distressed: "Why did you beat yourself?"

Jin Guangyao's throat was hot, and he couldn't help coughing again and again: "Because I'm cheap, a bitch should be beaten."

Lan Xichen took out a sherpa, wiped the remaining soup from the corners of Jin Guangyao's mouth, and said, "I don't want to beat you, and I don't want anyone but me to look at your body—you really don't understand my love for you." ?”

Lan Xichen's eyes were hot enough to fascinate any pregnant girl, but Jin Guangyao avoided him in fear. He ignored Lan Xichen and treated him as if he didn't exist. After wolfing down the lotus root cake, he got into bed and slept.

He slept until dusk, when Jin Guangyao lazily got up, but Lan Xichen was still there, sitting by the bed, staring at Jin Guangyao.

Jin Guangyao's alarm bells sounded in his heart, anticipating that something bad was going to happen.

When the night rain stopped, Jin Guangyao burned ingots, candles, and paper money for his mother, and Lan Xichen was also by his side, treating him as before, with all kinds of tenderness, but Jin Guangyao only felt that he harbored evil intentions.

Jin Guangyao had finished burning the paper money, but Lan Xichen hadn't left yet.

Standing among the shadows of the flowers, he looked like a god, leaned down, and whispered in Jin Guangyao's ear: "If you need me, I can come to accompany you every day."

It turns out that he can be so seductive, as long as he wants to radiate his charm.

Jin Guangyao marveled at Lan Xichen's deliberate astonishment, but he resolutely pushed away this unparalleled beauty in the world.

He knows what he wants.

He wanted him to be as docile as before, to revolve around him, like the stars around the moon, and for this he condescended to come down from the clouds.

But it was too late.

Jin Guangyao didn't want to play the ambiguous game again, so he pointed out: "Mr. Zewu, if you go down to earth to compete with this evil person like me, you will lose in the first place."

"Nie Chao, are you afraid of losing? Last night was your limit, and this morning you've reverted to your old ways. If you really don't care, why are you defending me?" Lan Xichen used his jade flute to pick up a lock of Jin Guangyao's black hair. Jin Guangyao's heart trembled slightly as he slid across the jade flute.

After the anger passed, Lan Xichen keenly sensed Jin Guangyao's concern for him.

"You can do whatever you want." Jin Guangyao twitched his lips, "I don't care if I lose or not! The only one who matters is you, Second Brother."

He felt that there was no need to talk any more, and turned around to leave, a long arm wrapped around his waist, forcing him to turn around, and then, his lips and tongue were sealed.

He was pressed under the osmanthus tree, and his whole body was played in the hands of the opponent.

There are still embers of paper money next to it. When the wind blows, the remaining fire light dims, and there is boundless darkness all around.

Lan Xichen's attack was like a gust of wind and a tsunami, Jin Guangyao couldn't breathe at all, a strange yet familiar aura swept over him, he was dizzy, tried to struggle a few times, but was firmly restrained.

When Lan Xichen stopped being courteous, it was so terrifying.

He grabbed the man's arm helplessly, showing weakness, but the man didn't intend to let him go, and kissed him fascinatedly.

After finally looking at the opportunity, his sharp teeth went into battle, biting the tongue that was entangled with him, the strong smell of blood spread, the man let out a muffled grunt, and finally let him go.

Jin GuangYao took a deep breath, pushed away the perpetrator Deng Tuzi, and cursed: "Prudence!"

Lan Xichen wiped the blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, and asked calmly, "Don't you like me like this?"

"I don't like it." Jin Guangyao swallowed Lan Xichen's blood, collapsed all over, and sat down against a tree.

The two took a temporary truce to recharge their batteries. After a long silence, Jin Guangyao suddenly asked, "Is your promise from last night still valid? I changed the window screen for you, so you take me out to let the wind go."

"Of course it counts." Lan Huan calmed down.

"Tomorrow I'm going out to let the wind go."

"Okay, where are you going?"

"Swallow House."

After finishing speaking, a jade flute fell to the ground and rolled to Jin Guangyao's legs. Jin Guangyao picked up the jade flute, played with it in his hand, and lowered his head: "I'm a normal man, is it strange that I want to visit a brothel?"

After waiting for a long time, no one answered. Jin Guangyao raised his head, but there was nothing in front of him.

Lan Xichen did not know when he left.