Ren Xiaohuai's breathing was right next to his ears, and Ji Zetong felt that he was dreaming, but it was all so real.

His hands are still so strong, and he can be easily picked up with one hand.

Ji Zetong was in a daze, thinking to himself: In the end, is it because his strength is still the same, or, is it because he is as thin as yesterday?

How many long years have passed between a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy and a 22-year-old young man!

He was still so thin.Ren Xiao touched his body distressedly, as if wanting to feel how much pain this body has endured in the past.

Ji Zetong's bony collarbone was exposed by his collar, and there was still a bloodstain on the turned up collar.On the neck, which had become somewhat pale due to blood loss, near the position of the pulse, there was a wound like a thick line, which had condensed into brown at this time.

His palms were covered with gauze, and there was a hint of crimson in the snow-white.Ren Xiaohuai held his hand carefully, trying not to affect his wound with his movements.

The glaring sunlight had already faded away, and the scorching heat was gone.The light in the living room became a little dim.

Ji Zetong was lying on the sofa, with both arms stretched forward, hooking Ren Xiaohuai's neck.

Not so long ago, it was on this couch.

That's when he heard he was coming back.

He heard that he came back to get married.

He was so sad, he was afraid that he would not be able to survive.Ren Xiaoxu and Gu Jiachen planned to drink with him here.

The car drove through the first ring road.The golden lights reflected bit by bit in his eyes, like mocking distorted faces.The entrance of the Waldorf Astoria Hotel was full of luxury cars and buzzing with people, but he could only take a few glances from a distance in the car.

Every time he looks from a distance, it seems to tear his heart and liver.

He could even imagine him in there, holding his arm around his young and beautiful wife.

On the night of weddings and candles in the bridal chamber, when the gold list is named.He is the crown prince of the Ren family. When he comes back, he will inherit this grand family business.He came back with his beautiful wife and beautiful family members to attend the grand welcome party held for him.This piece of land is waiting for him to be full of vigor and swear at Fang Qiu.

Ji Ze felt very sad.

Gu Jiachen brought out a lot of wine for him to drink.

The color of the brandy was very much like amber, and he dared not stop drinking one glass after another.He longed to get drunk to relieve his worries as usual, but found that he couldn't get drunk no matter what.

He couldn't get drunk, his eyes were full of pictures of a couple of lovers entering the wedding hall.He couldn't get drunk, that white figure in a dress seemed to disappear at the end of the world.

Someone was drunk.

The couple on the sofa next to them had already started a physical entanglement.Ren Xiaoxu hugged Gu Jiachen, his distraught appearance pierced his heart like an arrow.

Ren Xiaoxu has a good drinker capacity, probably drank a lot at the welcome party.Moreover, Ji Zetong also understands that half of him is a drunkard who doesn't care about drinking.

He watched them kiss passionately on the sofa next to him.Ren Xiaoxu picked up Gu's servants like a sandbag, he heard Ren Xiaoxu say:

"Zetong, drink first, I have something to do."

Gu Jiachen lay on his shoulders, like a weak captive kitten.

He picked up Gu Jiachen and walked to the bedroom...

He and Xiao Huai are brothers.Their backs are so similar... At that moment, what Ji Zetong saw with his dim drunken eyes was not the back of Ren Xiaoxu carrying Gu Jiachen away...

He seemed to see Ren Xiaohuai, saw him hugging his young and beautiful wife, and saw them making fun of each other.Ren Xiaohuai smiled at his wife in his arms, revealing a mouthful of neat and white teeth like shells...just like the day when he jumped down from the tree and brought a handful of red beans to him...just like he climbed up the tree It's the same when smiling at him under the tree...

He grabbed his hand and said, this red bean is just for you to make a bracelet... make a bracelet to lock you up...

He stretched out his hand and scratched in the air, wanting to keep him, wanting to keep him by his side...Keep your side, draw it in my heart...But the person in the picture is drifting away from him ...

That's his Xiaohuai... that's his Xiaohuai...

Ji Zetong felt so sad.His heart seemed to be kneaded on a panel by someone, kneaded... and then twisted into a ball, fried in an oil pan until it was golden and crispy, and then it was sent into the mouth, and it was crushed in one bite, bursting into pieces all over the floor Scum...

He was so sad, but the wine was not intoxicating at all.A group of nasty door gods stood beside them.You have to add some medicine to the wine while they are not paying attention.

The pills he got some time ago were confiscated by them... Fortunately, the datura seeds he picked in the yard last year are still there.

Those flat, little black seeds the size of half a peppercorn.Just put it in the purse embroidered with gold thread that his grandfather gave him, and put it together with the seventeen red beans.He often took out those red beans to look at them, thinking about people when seeing things, and this time the bodyguards didn't pay special attention...

He heard that Datura is a very strong poison, but he has not tried it yet. Will the pain in his heart be better if he eats it?

Could Xiaohuai know about his heartache for the past eight years... Will he know?

Now he is in front of him.He was still strong and healthy, lying beside him.His face was still so handsome, but it was more mature.His watery eyes were clearly reflecting his own face.

I only have eyes for you, but you only have eyes for me?

The anesthetic seemed to have worn off, and Ji Zetong felt a dull pain in his palm.His arms hugged Ren Xiaohuai's body vigorously, and pressed against him, the leather sofa was covered with sweat, he hugged Ren Xiaohuai tightly, as if he wanted to embed himself into his body.

Ren Xiaohuai pumped vigorously in his body, his words fragmented and messy.

"You... you're hurt..."

He held his head and kissed hard on his neck.The tip of his tongue touched the wound that had just scabbed over. The rough touch mixed with the sweet smell of blood and the faint salty smell of sweat hit his taste buds.

The smell was like the most powerful aphrodisiac in the world, stimulating his body.He pressed on his body and moved wantonly, enjoying his confused and hoarse cry mixed with pain under him.

He wanted to grab his hand, but his palm was covered with snow-white gauze.So he could only reach out and grab the sofa next to his head, the soft leather felt a bit like his skin.

Ren Xiaohuai grabbed it so hard that white finger marks appeared on the black leather.

He knew that he would not be able to hold it, so he was very careful in advance, and the lubricating work lasted for a long time before he dared to let go and invade his body.

Ji Zetong's waist is so thin, and he is struggling to meet his pumping, his waist is trembling, and he looks so timid.

Huanhuan curled Chu Gong's waist.The king of Chu loves a thin waist, so hungry in the palace... He still didn't eat well...

Ji Zetong's voice is soft and mellow, as clear as beads, as soft as running water, as sinking as a stone hit, as bright as a cracked bottle, as sad as tearing silk, and as graceful as a bird singing.

Ren Xiaohuai sweated profusely on his body.Glittering sweat captivated his eyes, and after a burst of burning pain, his eyes were blurred, as if he had returned to Jijiayuanzi.

The clumps of flowers are so delicate and beautiful. He is wearing a goose-yellow opera robe, leaning against the stone of Taihu Lake, holding his water sleeves and singing:

"Red cuckoos are singing red all over the green mountains. Outside the minced tea, the shreds of tobacco are drunk and soft. Although the peony is good, how can he take the lead in the return of spring, and be free and quiet. Listen to the words of raw swallows as clear as a sword, and listen to the sound of warblers. ..."

His goose-yellow robe fluttered in the wind, and the flowing sleeves were exquisitely swayed, as if the moon was closed in the light clouds, and the snow fluttered like the flowing wind.

Ren Xiaohuai asked him what he was singing, and why was it different from what he had heard before?

He smiled and replied, what he sang before was Peking Opera, but this time he sang Kunqu opera, one north and one south, of course they are different.

He said and sang: "It turns out that there are so many beautiful purples and reds blooming all over the place, like this, they all end up in ruins. No matter what day the beautiful scenery is, I will enjoy it in someone's courtyard..."

This libretto is very famous, and Ren Xiaohuai has also heard it, so this time he clamored to make peace with him.Ji Zetong laughed out loud, and said, "But you can't sing either." He turned his head and thought for a while, and said, "Well, you can just say it, and if you say 'it will be beautiful for you. Dependent, like water fleeting years'."

Later, he also knew the line before this passage.Liu Mengmei said to Du Liniang, sister, in the midst of leisure, I love you so much.

In the midst of idle love, I love you... These are his confession words, but he keeps repeating the phrase "beautiful like a flower, the years like water" like a fool, but he doesn't know that he is confessing to him... …

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