nowhere to go

If it's too much, Yan Qinghong himself looks pretty good, in terms of smartness, well, he is indeed very smart, his talent is better than others, it's up to him.

But he couldn't figure it out, it's not that there is no other good-looking and smart person in this world except Jiang Weiyin, not to mention that they have only been together for four years since they met, and the real time of being together may not be certain. Not a year.Why did Yan Qinghong think about it for so long and never forget it?

Yan Qinghong lowered his hands a little, frowned and squinted at Wei Yin, and said, "I think you look good."

Fan Yuan was amused and asked, "Because of this?"

Yan Qinghong shook his head lightly, and said, "You look beautiful when you smile."

Fan Yuan asked: "Better looking than others?"

Yan Qinghong nodded: "Yes."

Fan Yuan frowned and said, "Is it because of this?"

"No." Yan Qinghong shook his head and said, "This is at most the cause."

Fan Yuan patiently waited for Yan Qinghong to continue. After a while, Yan Qinghong said: "At the beginning, I thought that Master loved you so much because of your talent, but later I found that you dare to think and do, It seems that nothing can trouble you, you are unrestrained, to be honest, I envied you very much at that time, and I kept thinking about how to be like you."

Fan Yuan thought about it after hearing the words, the former Yan Qinghong was indeed a bit dull, not as casual as now, so it was thanks to Jiang Weiyin.

"So as long as you are here, I will always look at you. After watching for a long time, I will never forget it." Yan Qinghong put his hand down, took a deep breath, turned his head and asked, "Do you want to ask this question?" ?”

Fan Yuan looked at him, thought for a moment and asked: "What you said just now is in the past. If I don't remember the past, will the liking you said to me before still count?"

Yan Qinghong seemed to be stunned for a while, then turned his head to look at Wei Yin, recalling the past carefully.

Looking at his appearance, Fan Yuan thought in his heart that he really doesn't like it?If Yan Qing dared to say that he didn't like the play, he couldn't act in it, so he could just run away with Wei Yin.

After a while, Fan Yuan saw Yan Qinghong bowed his head and smiled softly with the corners of his mouth curled up, as if thinking of something funny, his eyes were full of tenderness and smiles.

It seems a little difficult to say that you don't like it like that.

Fan Yuan calmed down and asked again: "Does that count or not?"

"Forget it." Yan Qinghong replied with a slight smile.

Fan Yuan smiled, and suddenly called out: "Senior Brother Qinghong."

Yan Qinghong raised his head when he heard the words, and stuck something soft on his lips. He was stunned for a moment, looking at the face that was leaning so close in front of him, his eyelashes covered his eyes trembling slightly, It seems a little nervous.

Fan Yuan was indeed very nervous. Seeing that Yan Qinghong was stunned and did not respond, he couldn't help but wondered if he was a little anxious, so he stepped back a little, and stared at Yan Qinghong awkwardly.

Fan Yuan and Yan Qinghong looked at each other for a long time but didn't see what he was going to say or do, suddenly felt that he had failed so badly, stood up and wanted to say that he should go back.

But as soon as he stood up, he felt that his hand was being grabbed and pulled off forcefully. He didn't stand still for a while and rushed towards that direction. After a few sounds of broken utensils, Fan Yuan lay down on the ground. On the stone table just now, Yan Qinghong supported his head with one hand, without falling or knocking.

The wine jar that was swept down from the stone table broke the two wine jars on the ground, and the wine flowed out from the jars all over the floor, and the strong aroma of wine was everywhere when a gust of wind passed.

Fan Yuan lowered his eyes and didn't dare to look at Yan Qinghong who was pressing on him, and thought to himself, it's good that he's not stupid.

Yan Qinghong looked at him and asked, "Do you want this?"

Fan Yuan raised his eyes and just glanced at Yan Qinghong. When he opened his mouth to speak, Yan Qinghong lowered his head and kissed him. He was so overbearing that there was no room for him to speak. All he tasted on his tongue was the taste of the wine he drank just now. The taste is obviously very fragrant, but very bitter.

Something like his mood.

What Yan Qinghong said was right, bitterness has a bitter taste, but it doesn't taste that good.

At this time, a huge cloud drifted by with the wind, blocking the bright moon in the sky, the sky and the earth became dark instantly, and the leaves swayed with the wind.

When Yan Qinghong took off Wei Yin's belt, Wei Yin suddenly found himself lying on the stone table, and his mind went blank. In addition to doubts, there was more shock in his heart. When he recovered a little No matter how much he called Jiang Weiyin in his heart, the other party ignored him, but after a while, he felt that his head was patted lightly, as if it was just his illusion.

Then he heard a voice say in his ear: "Don't leave any regrets for yourself."

Weiyin's nose slightly sore when he heard the words, and he held back his tears.

Whether it's because of his love for the house, or for other reasons, just now Yan Qinghong admitted that even if he didn't remember the past, he still likes himself, which has made him feel enough, at least it shows that he has lived and existed in Yan Qinghong's heart, Not nothing counts.

Yan Qinghong opened his clothes along Weiyin's waist and put his hand in, so cautiously, for fear of hurting Weiyin, but he was not polite at all, leaving a string of big and small clothes all the way down his neck. red seal.His clothes were messed up, his breath was messed up, and his mind was gone.Weiyin felt that Yan Qinghong was planning to swallow him alive a few times, and he was just a fish out of water, life and death were in Yan Qinghong's hands, so he could only keep panting and waiting for Yan Qinghong's death. sentencing.

Perhaps it was because of the alcohol, although Yan Qinghong felt that Wei Yin was still a little scared, but he never wanted to stop like last time, but held Wei Yin even tighter, not allowing a moment's rest.

He likes the man in front of him.

I like it very much.

The indescribable love tortured him almost to the point of madness, but he still couldn't explain why, he just wanted to completely occupy this person's mind, body, and even his whole life.

The flowing clouds gradually dissipated, and the moonlight shone down again, covering the surroundings with a gauze-like moonlight.

Yan Qinghong raised his head and looked at Wei Yin, the moment his eyes met, he was suddenly stunned, as if he was a little puzzled.

Seeing the way Yan Qinghong stopped and stared at him suddenly, he instantly understood what Yan Qinghong was looking at.

After a while, Yan Qinghong let go of his hand suddenly, stood up and took two steps back as if frightened, and then pressed his forehead with one hand, as if suddenly sober from wine, as if he was a little confused about the situation.

Fan Yuan almost wanted to jump out and beat Yan Qinghong up, he betrayed himself, but Yan Qinghong said no and quit.

Weiyin sat up with his clothes folded, looking at Yan Qinghong's appearance, he knew that no matter what happened tonight, it was impossible to continue.

Even if Yan Qinghong likes him, he is indeed not Jiang Weiyin, at least not yet.

Weiyin picked up the belt that fell on the ground, unhurriedly arranged his clothes and tied them tightly with the belt, and even smoothed out the creases on the sleeves, then walked forward and pressed Yan Qinghong He took his hand off his forehead, smiled at him and said, "Senior brother Qinghong is drunk, it's better to go to bed early, otherwise you will be the one who will have a headache tomorrow."

Yan Qinghong was stunned when he heard the words and looked at Weiyin.

Fan Yuan was also stunned, Cai Weiyin's tone and appearance were exactly the same as Jiang Weiyin's, more like him, almost flawless, even he couldn't help suspecting that the person who spoke just now was Jiang Weiyin.

After finishing speaking, Wei Yin stepped forward and lightly kissed Yan Qinghong's lips, and said, "I'm going back."

Then he turned around and walked out of the yard.

When Yan Qinghong came back to his senses and wanted to catch Weiyin, he found that he was out of reach, and Weiyin didn't look back, and walked very resolutely, which also broke his mind to catch up and ask for clarification. There are many doubts, and these doubts can only be answered by himself.

Weiyin walked for a long time, he almost walked around the entire Hall of Consciousness and couldn't find where he should go, when he suddenly saw a well, he couldn't help but walk over, staring at the mouth of the well in a daze.

Seeing this, Fan Yuan thought he was going to jump into the well, and when he was about to tell him not to be distracted, he saw Weiyin reached out for a bucket that was placed beside him, wrapped a rope around the rope to fetch a bucket of water, and then lifted it up. He picked up the bucket and poured the whole bucket of water down his head.

The cold water drenched Weiyin, her hair and clothes stuck to her body, even Fan Yuan felt a little cold when the wind passed.

Wei Yin felt that it wasn't enough, so he brought another bucket of water up and still poured it on his head until his whole body was soaked as if he had just been fished out of the water, then he stopped and leaned against the well and slowly Squat down.

He looked at his hands, he felt that his whole body was in pain, but it seemed that the pain had reached an extreme point, and he began to feel numb, but he couldn't feel anything.

Wei Yin sat there with his arms crossed, his nails dug deep into his flesh, and he drew a few bloodstains on his arms through his clothes. The blood seeped through his clothes and almost stained Wei Yin's sleeves red. But he still grabbed himself again and again, as if he really couldn't feel the pain.

Fan Yuan stood there in a daze, not knowing whether he should persuade him or not, but he was the one who caused the trouble, which made him feel unable to speak, but suddenly heard Wei Yin speak to him.

Wei Yin said softly: "It will be fine in a while, I will heal the injury and return my body to you, it won't make you feel any pain."

Fan Yuan opened his mouth, and experienced the feeling of heartache for the first time, he couldn't say anything, he could only stand aside and look at Wei Yin in a daze.

return?

This body is uncaused, but Uncaine said that he would return this body to him. This was the funniest joke he had ever heard, but he couldn't laugh at all, and even felt a little depressed.

After all, time is too ruthless.

If he is really alive, he will