I'm a scumbag

That night, everything was quiet.

Gu Pansheng was lying on the beauty's couch and dozed off, but the journey was tiring, and he hardly had a few restful sleeps.

Just when he was about to fall asleep, the quiet night was suddenly broken by the melodious and melodious sound of the flute.

Gu Pansheng stood by the window and listened, and suddenly became excited.

It was a lengthy Sauvignon Blanc. Although the track was different, the timbre and charm were exactly the same as the day he was reborn, and it was definitely written by one person.

Gu Pansheng walked along with the voice full of hope, and had the illusion that he wanted to lift the veil of the past to find out.

When he got to the dead tree in the yard, Gu Pansheng raised his head and was sure that the sound came from above.

"Hey!"

Gu Pansheng put his hands in the shape of a trumpet and placed it near his mouth, trying to make his voice louder.

A lavender figure fell upon hearing the sound.

He fell slowly, and the hem of his clothes bloomed in the wind, just like the tail of a mandarin duck representing love and devotion. The big and big flowers swirled vigorously in the air, and his slender fingers held it in an extremely elegant posture. Wearing a flute full of emerald jade.

The aura around him complements the emerald jade, warm and decent, the silver-white moonlight shines on him, and it seems to add a bit of coolness to him for no reason, the two seemingly contradictory auras are not at all abrupt in him, The perfect combination is breathtaking.

He looked in the direction where Gu Pansheng was standing, perhaps because the night was too dark, Gu Pansheng couldn't figure out the expression on his face, he could only see his pair of ink-like eyes as quiet as a deep pool, simple and simple It will be able to captivate people.

Gu Pansheng was stunned, and unconsciously held his breath, not daring to move his feet, for fear that such a picture of a falling beauty would be destroyed by any movement.

The man stabilized his figure in front of Gu Pansheng, and looked at Gu Pansheng carefully.When he smelled the faint sandalwood fragrance on Gu Pansheng's body, his eyes dimmed suddenly, and he clenched his fists in his sleeves.The lips also pursed into a firm arc.

"you call me?"

The man's voice is as deep and magnetic as the sound of nature.

"that…"

Gu Pansheng hesitated, he had already forgotten what his original intention was to follow the sound of the flute.

"It's nothing...you...play very nicely."

Gu Pansheng's tone was full of admiration, and he looked at the man with a white face like jade, and his posture was very pious.

"Thank you."

The man hung the jade flute around his waist, and his movements were as smooth as flowing clouds and flowing water.

"Have we met?" Gu Pansheng asked cautiously.

The man was startled when he heard this, then he raised his head and raised his eyebrows, and asked Gu Pansheng with probing eyes, "Who are you?"

Perhaps the aura on the man's body was too strong, and Gu Pansheng felt a little warm on his face.

"My name is Gu Pansheng, um... it's... Young Master Ye's..."

Gu Pansheng only felt that in front of such a celestial being, the word male favorite became a little difficult to say, as if saying it would tarnish him.

"Male pet?"

The man spat out his thin lips, and said these two words easily.

Gu Pansheng's ears were blushing, and he met the man's gaze in surprise, "How do you know?"

"It has already spread throughout the house."

The man stood with his hands behind his back and said calmly.

"Is that so..."

Gu Pansheng lowered his head in embarrassment, rubbing the toe of his shoe on the pile of dead leaves.

"It's nothing, you don't mind what others say."

The man's deep eyes seemed to be able to see through people's minds, and he patted Gu Pansheng's shoulder lightly.

"Besides, identity is just a shackle imposed on the body. People always have to do something to prove that they are alive, or to do something to survive, and I believe that you are the latter, right?"

Feeling the warmth from his shoulders, Gu Pansheng clenched his lower lip, his nose felt sore for some reason.

The man in front of him was the first person besides Ye Yunjin to say such comforting words to him.

He may have held it back for too long, the kind of loneliness that has been haunting him since his previous life.

He has no friends to tell, and no one wants to listen to him.

It's like he's afraid of the light on others, yet paradoxically longs for it.

"Well, nothing."

Gu Pansheng nodded, suppressing the urge to cry, sucking at his clogged nose, laughing at himself as useless.

He looked at the man in front of him pretending to be relaxed, and asked, "What about you? What's your name?"

"me…"

The man looked at Gu Pansheng's red eye circles and wanted to tease him.

"My name is Song Qingling, and I belong to... Young Master Ye..."

The man deliberately imitated Gu Pansheng's tone just now and said hesitantly, and that appearance was also quite embarrassing.

Sure enough, Gu Pansheng was taken aback, he tilted his head and carefully answered, "Could it be that you are also..."

The man looked at Gu Pansheng with a funny face, "No, I'm the guard of the Ye Mansion, and I was just transferred from the guard camp."

Gu Pansheng breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled a little embarrassedly, "Don't mind, I was thinking too much."

"No." The man stared at Gu Pansheng's bright eyes, thoughtfully, "You live here?"

"correct."

Gu Pansheng nodded heavily. He liked the man in front of him very much, and it would bring him an inexplicable sense of security.

"It's very nice here. I'm alone. Apart from being a little messy, it's quite comfortable to live in."

"follow me."

The man suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Gu Pansheng's waist, and as soon as he exerted his strength, the two of them flew into the air.

The sudden flight from the ground made Gu Pansheng's heart jump into his throat. He nervously clasped the man's narrow waist, his face hurt by the blowing wind.

"where are we going?"

Gu Pansheng was amazed at his lightness kung fu, which was so profound that he could even easily lead him without the slightest internal energy.

"You will know when you go."

The man spit out a few words calmly.

……

And in the dim inner room of King Yu's mansion, Xiao Yiyu was writing on the rice paper with a brush, and the thick rice paper was piled up on the table to form a hill. The window was half closed, and there was a comfortable and cool evening breeze As the wind blows, the rice paper on the table without the inkstone is blown away, swirling in the air like snowflakes.

Xiao Yiyu frowned, he got up to pick it up, and then laid out the rice paper that was crumpled by the wind one by one like a baby.

At this time, if someone is interested and looks at the paper with a light on, they will see that the words written on the paper in disordered order are: male favorite?It’s nothing, my name is Song Qingling, identity or something is just a shackle imposed on the body, people always have to do something to prove that they are alive, or in other words, do something to survive...

On the last piece of paper, there are two unfinished characters, with sharp strokes, which can be vaguely seen, it seems to be... Don't cry.