They're said to be fucking gay in all seriousness.

people? "Shen Qiucheng took a puff of cigarette, his voice became cold, his face was dark and unclear.

"I..." Yuan Lan lowered her head, "Over the years, Chen Feng has helped us a lot, both openly and secretly, although it may be the money for a few meals to him. But after all, I hurt you deeply at the beginning——but Qiucheng, you have to believe that your mother loves you. Are there any mothers in this world who don’t love their children? You were too young at that time, and you didn’t understand many things..."

Shen Qiucheng's eyebrows moved slightly, and he stared at Yuan Lan meaningfully.

Yuan Lan wiped away her tears, turned around and ran upstairs, and after two or three minutes, she came down with a box in her hand.

She handed the things to Shen Qiucheng, "Even Chenfeng didn't know about these things. I originally wanted to bring them into the coffin, but Qiucheng, I don't want you to hate me so much all the time, and you didn't even call me mom!" Tears streaming down Yuan Lan again.

Shen Qiucheng picked up the box and opened it. Inside was a yellowed letter and a green loose-leaf notebook.

He pressed the envelope on top of the green leather loose-leaf book, and then gently opened the letter that looked very old.

The delicate and timeless faded blue and black handwriting wrote on the yellowed old letter paper:

"Mr. Shen, please see the letter. I learned about your situation from Mr. Niu. I was sure that I didn't like boys in the summer when I was 17 years old..."

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Shen Qiucheng only read these two sentences silently, then turned over the letter suddenly!

Shen Qiucheng felt a dull pain in his nerves, "What are these?"

"As you can see." Yuan Lan seemed to be tired from crying, and had gradually regained her composure. "Shen Dongshang and I are students of the same tutor. Of course, he is two years older than me. I learned from Teacher Niu that he wants to Find a woman in name to marry, and deal with your difficult grandparents. We hit it off, so we were just a formal marriage back then."

Shen Qiucheng rubbed his temples, "Don't you think it's a big joke? A woman who doesn't like men married a man who doesn't like women, and then they had a son? Even one is not enough, but one You want to have two children? Even you have to have another son with your second husband? Don’t you think it doesn’t make sense at all?”

Yuan Lan looked at Shen Qiucheng, and tears flowed down again, "So I was too young at that time, and I didn't even know whether Shen Dongshang really didn't like women, so I married him—then, he forced me to have The reality of husband and wife... and your two sons..."

Shen Qiucheng's face was full of disbelief.

"It's true, Qiu Cheng, you can't understand me, I'm real, you can't be with men...you will never understand how much pain I had in those years—" Yuan Lan slowly squatted down , hugged Shen Qiucheng's leg, and burst into tears, "How painful I am! I don't want to leave him all the time... But I can't bear you and Chen Feng... How can I let you go... But if it goes on like this I really can't live anymore... So, so... I'm gone, I've left you—the man on Shen Dongshang, he won't let me go, so Mr. Du saved me when I couldn't live anymore Me, he is different from Shen Dongshang, he respects every decision I make..."

While Yuan Lan was talking, Shen Qiucheng also squatted down slowly, helped Yuan Lan up, and asked softly, "He respects you...then why is there Du Zeyang?"

"So Zeyang is not my biological son!" Yuan Lan yelled, "Chenfeng is gone... I only have you as a child now, my Qiucheng!"

Shen Qiucheng helped Yuan Lan to a chair and sat down, and put the loose-leaf book and letters on the table, "Take a rest, goodbye."

Shen Qiucheng's steady and calm voice seemed to have no cadence, he took a deep look at Yuan Lan, walked away, pushed open the iron door, picked up a cigarette, opened the umbrella with one hand, and walked into the night.

"Qiu Cheng." Yuan Lan murmured reluctantly, "Smoking less, it's not good for your health."

Shen Qiucheng paused, took out the cigarette from his mouth, looked at it for a few seconds, then snuffed it out and threw it into the snow pile.

"You still don't want to call me mom." Yuan Lan lay on the iron gate, tears streaming down her face.

Shen Qiucheng stood there.

"How did Chen Feng die?"

Snowflakes were mixed with Shen Qiucheng's cold voice, "Murder."

"There is a woman named Hao Yousu, is she still alive?"

Shen Qiucheng was stunned, but only for two or three seconds, he said, "I will help you deal with Du Zeyang's matter, go back."

Night, so dark, so long.

Shen Qiucheng was no longer the limp little boy in Yuan Lan's memory.

He is a man now, he can say whatever he wants, I will help you deal with this matter...

Upright?

Or a heart of stone?

Should she be happy or sad?

When a white-haired mother sends off a black-haired one, the pain of losing a child is something that no one else can understand.

Yuan Lan sat paralyzed on the spot, heavy snow spiraling down, the gap in the iron gate seemed to be in her life, the years that belonged to the Shen family, and those years that belonged to the Du family.

Her two dead husbands and one son.

Shen Qiucheng did not drive back to Yingchuan, but went directly to Mayor Lu's house.

Mayor Lu's house is a small two-story building. The decoration is not high-end but it is clean. As soon as he entered the door, two people came to meet him in the living room. They were Lu Yiyuan's parents who had a conflict with Du Zeyang.

Shen Qiucheng shook the snow on the umbrella outside the door, bowed politely, "Hello, excuse me."

Mayor Lu nodded arrogantly.

A pot of flower art is placed on the big coffee table in the living room, which is very eye-catching.

Shen Qiucheng passed by Mayor Lu, sat on a separate sofa, and cut straight to the point: "I'm here to deal with Du Zeyang and Lu Yiyuan's affairs, what do you think?"

Mrs. Lu exploded immediately, and scolded sharply: "It's easy for you to say! Who are you, Du Zeyang?! Can you make the decision?! Do you have money?!"

The last sentence was deliberately added by Madam Lu. From Shen Qiucheng's elegant attire and natural temperament, he knew that he was not an ordinary person.She wanted Shen Qiucheng to admit that he was rich, so that he could blackmail him completely.

Unexpectedly, Shen Qiucheng just smiled, "I'm his elder brother, I can make the decisions, but I have no money."

"When did he have another brother?" Mayor Lu looked at Mrs. Lu.

When Madam Lu heard Shen Qiucheng say that she had no money, she yelled, "What are you talking about if you don't have money? My son was beaten to the head by Du Zeyang, and he is still in the hospital! His life and death are unknown!"

"Then you don't stay with your son in the hospital, do you have the energy to argue here?" Shen Qiucheng dexterously turned the lighter with his slender fingers.

Mrs. Lu got angry for a moment, pointed at Shen Qiucheng and scolded: "Du Zeyang is a bastard. Your brother who calls himself a bastard is definitely not a good guy. Yuan Lan is an old whore. Who in the whole town doesn't know? You are an old bastard too." son?"

Shen Qiucheng looked at Mrs. Lu motionlessly, with no emotion on his face.

Seeing Shen Qiucheng like this, Mrs. Lu thought she was acquiescing, gave Mayor Lu a look, and scolded even more happily, "Don't talk about it, old Lu, that old bitch can do nothing else, her stomach is quite delicate, and she is born His sons are more handsome than the other, and this one is much prettier than Du Zeyang's little bastard, and that ugly old Du will definitely not be able to produce such a bastard, so he probably isn't the same father as Du Zeyang."

Shen Qiucheng just smiled and said nothing.

"But what's the use of being good-looking? It can't be used as food and money! You can tell me what to do with my son's medical expenses! Do you still want to reconcile? You don't have to reconcile if you don't want to. Our family is not short of this money." , but we must sue to the end, and ruin Du Zeyang's reputation!" Madam Lu pinched her waist and scolded.

"In this case, you should sue." Shen Qiucheng said, "I won't give you a penny, and..." His picturesque eyebrows and eyes were slightly raised, calmly, "I will go to the hospital, and I will go to the hospital on your son's day." Put a knife in the head, or, a shot. If he doesn't die, put it twice, three times, until he goes to hell."

Mayor Lu and his wife were stunned.

Is he joking?

But if this calm, terrifying and aloof aura is a joke, then the acting skills are too good.

Mrs. Lu was so angry that she almost didn't come up. She grabbed the pot of flower art on the coffee table and threw it on the floor with all her strength, roaring heartbreakingly: "You are worthy of being a root! You are so shameless! My son is just telling the truth, Du Zeyang You refused to accept it and beat my son on the head! You are even better! Not only did you not show the attitude that reconciliation should have, but you also threatened us to kill people to silence us?!"

"Who do you think we are? Will we be afraid of you?!" Mrs. Lu threw the coffee table angrily, and she didn't know where the strength came from. There was a loud crash, and the air in the whole living room trembled for three seconds.

Shen Qiucheng stood up slowly, and took a few steps back calmly. Mrs. Lu grabbed a cushion from the sofa and threw it at Shen Qiucheng. Shen Qiucheng easily dodged without even touching a hair of his head.

At this time, the door of the back room suddenly opened, and a man rushed towards Shen Qiucheng furiously, holding a dagger in his hand.

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Shen Qiucheng smiled, threw away the umbrella, the man swung the dagger and chopped it down, Shen Qiucheng quickly dodged it, dodged behind the man, raised his leg and kicked the man's back, without much effort, but The man still stumbled.

The man panicked, and just as he was about to get up, his neck was pinned down by someone, and the arm holding the dagger was forcefully twisted behind his back, and then a faint smile floated over, "Little brother, the dagger is for use." It's for poking, not chopping."

Lu Yi blushed in vain, even the roots of his ears were red, and his aura suddenly withered half, "You dare to say that you want to kill my brother, you are not mean, I just want to see if you have the real stuff .”

"The result?" Shen Qiucheng's hand increased a little bit, Lu Yibai's face turned from red to white in pain, and he said out of breath, "I won't take care of this matter."

Shen Qiucheng let go of Lu Yibai, bent slightly to pick up the umbrella, and glanced at Lu Yibai who was sitting on the ground rubbing his arms.

Mayor Lu and his wife took a breath.

Mayor Lu stared at Shen Qiucheng intently, even Mrs. Lu stopped making noise, just sat on the sofa blankly, almost lost his mind, his eyes moved back and forth between Shen Qiucheng and Lu Yibai.

"Calm down one by one, Yiyuan is still lying in the hospital, you two are going to demolish the house?" Mayor Lu finally spoke, after scolding Mrs. Lu and Lu Yibai, he looked up at Shen Qiucheng , "And you, can we talk about it?"

Shen Qiucheng walked to the TV cabinet, picked up a pen, wrote a series of phone numbers on the desk calendar at the side, tore it off, put it on the sofa, and said calmly: "Actually, I am also a highly educated, very reasonable person. It's a pity that Mrs. Lu can't calm down, and she's about to quarrel when she comes up, and I can't help it if she insists on playing tricks."

Madam Lu curled her lips in dissatisfaction.

Shen Qiucheng went on to say: "I don't know the motive for this incident, and I can't tell which is right and which is wrong, and I don't bother to distinguish. Du Zeyang is indeed beating someone, and I will pay for the medical expenses, but 30 is such a big mouth. The number you are talking about is like a dream."

"Then how much did you say?!" Mrs. Lu stared at Shen Qiucheng.

In fact, with Yuanshen's assets, Shen Qiucheng's worth would be 30 less?

It's just that he doesn't want to be taken advantage of by the villain, and feels that the Du family has a financial backer who is easy to bully. After this matter is over, Yuan Lan and Du Zeyang will find more and bigger troubles in the future.

Shen Qiucheng's usual style, to solve the problem, he either completely ignores it, or cuts the weeds and must get rid of the root, so as not to treat the symptoms but not the root cause.

"Tomorrow I will send someone to send you 5 yuan. If there is any excess, save it to buy some supplements. If it is not enough, please call that number." Shen Qiucheng's distant and delicate eyebrows suddenly became sharp and sharp, and he ordered: "On the contrary, someone will get it for me." Come out! And send it home in a car intact! Immediately! Immediately!"

Shen Qiucheng finished speaking expressionlessly, without staying for a second, and before leaving, he even left a very polite sentence, "I wish you all have a good dream tonight."

……

Shen Qiucheng stepped on the heavy snow, walking alone in the howling night wind, with firm steps and demeanor, but his heart was full of twists and turns.

Back in the car, he didn't drive, but sat quietly, smoking one cigarette after another, occasionally opening the window for ventilation, from the outside it looked like the car was on fire.

The sky turned white, and when the morning light broke, Shen Qiucheng leaned on the steering wheel and fell asleep lightly.

After some time, Shen Qiucheng woke up.

Glancing at his watch, it was already noon, so he lit another cigarette and started the car after smoking.

As for the situation of Yuan Lan and Du Zeyang later, he didn't know.The phone that was left behind has never rang, so the matter must have been resolved—however, even if there were some disputes, he didn't have the extra thought to deal with them, and the business time came one after another at the end of the year.

Shen Qiucheng, who flies around the world, occasionally has the illusion that his nerves have been torn, and the tiredness when he rests in bed at night is lingering.

However, with his efforts, Yuan Shen gradually returned to the right track, and the short period of overdraft soon passed.

At the end of the year, Shen Qiucheng returned to China from Zurich, and immediately went to the company as soon as he got off the plane.

The overwhelming fragrance of flowers in the office made him almost vomit.

I don't know how long these broken flowers have been piled up, Shen Qiucheng couldn't help wondering if there might be some rotten bouquets - after his general inspection, they were all extremely bright.

It seems that Yan Quan couldn't bear the fact that he spent most of his time abroad or on the plane, and attacked his office viciously with flowers - just to let him smell the strong and pungent fragrance once he returned to the company. Spit out.

He frowned, pinched his nose and walked into the office.

An invitation on the desk is unusually eye-catching.

It was an invitation to that business banquet.

Time: Sunday.

Location: Zhenghui.

The hourglass of time never stops ticking.

On Sunday, Shen Qiucheng got up early and was busy as usual. The heavy snow sent away the stars and the moon, and replaced them with the rising sun——

This day is destined to be an extraordinary day.

It has not been a short time since Shen Qiucheng came to Zhenghui last time.

There will be no change in Zhenghui.

Still noble and rich, still toasting.

Perhaps the only difference is: from the moment he stepped into Tanghui, he could feel a bunch of vicious eyes staring at him with claws and claws, as if trying to swallow him alive—if the eyes could be transformed into a murder weapon, he would It must have been bloody and bloody...

There was an endless stream of people greeting him, and Shen Qiucheng smiled indifferently.

Soon Shen Qiucheng met Ikevis—a businessman from the Middle East who was engaged in crude oil business—they sat down in a corner of the sofa and started talking.

After chatting back and forth for more than ten minutes, Ikevis received a call, and after signaling to Shen Qiucheng, he got up and walked to the side to answer the phone.

An assortment of delicious food, wine and beauties——

Shen Qiucheng looked at the superstar singing on the central stage from a distance, and seemed to be listening carefully.

Then the uninvited guest with the most handsome appearance in the audience abruptly broke into his sight.

From Shen Qiucheng's point of view: the other party's conspicuous silhouette just completely blocked the superstar on the stage——

Not far away, Yan Quan held a glass of red wine, took a sip, and stared at Shen Qiucheng with expressionless eyes.

……Fat?Still thin? ——Maybe it's neither fat nor thin, it's because the hair has grown so much that it makes the face look smaller...

No matter what, Shen Qiucheng never imagined that in just a few seconds when their eyes met, the other party was so powerful that he began to measure his weight change with his eyes...

The superstars on the stage have already left amidst cheers and applause.

The business banquet officially started with a bunch of Chinese and English poetry recitations.

Once people are immersed in the embrace of food and wine, it is difficult to be distracted from enjoying any singing and dancing performances.

So pleasant and elegant light music is not one of the best choices.

Yan Quan suddenly stopped being tense, raised his finger and tapped the air a few times with a half-smile, and made a series of "playing the piano" movements to Shen Qiucheng.

Shen Qiucheng raised his hand and pressed his forehead.

Of course he didn't forget the "joke game" on his birthday.

Shen Qiucheng asked the waiter for a glass of water and a napkin.

He poured some water into his palm, washed his palm briefly, wiped it with a napkin, stood up and put the napkin on the sofa, and walked to the side of the stage without haste.

He found the director of Zhenghui, and said in a deep voice: "Hi, I want to borrow your piano, but in order not to embarrass you, I will not make my own decisions. I happen to be able to play "Moonlight", so I will pick it up." The next two movements."

The supervisor obviously had some troubles.

Of course he knew who Shen Qiucheng was, but here came the question: Can Shen Qiucheng play?

Today is a serious business banquet, if the venue is ruined, no one would dare to blame Shen Qiucheng, but I can't afford to walk around...

"You let him go~~" There was a long, lazy ending.

The first son had spoken—it was Zheng Hui’s young master Zheng Yuanfeng’s voice again—even if he split the blame, it would not be his turn to recite it.The supervisor thought so.Said: "Okay, Mr. Shen, you come over here."

Shen Qiucheng smiled slightly, "It's troublesome."

After a while, the first movement of "Moonlight" ended, and the director gestured to the performer, who immediately bowed to the audience with understanding and walked down.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Shen Qiucheng sat in front of the piano.

He took off his watch slowly and put it in his pocket, spread his ten fingers, moved slightly, and lightly touched the black and white keys of the piano.

Beautiful notes poured out from the fingertips.

The touch of black and white keys is enduring for Shen Qiucheng.

moonlight……

This poisonous moonlight...

Like a dark sprout from the depths of the soul at the end of endless life, heralding the endless cycle between hope and despair——

Playing it countless times, countless times, Shen Qiu always thinks that Moonlight is an extremely tangled piece of music.

Why put the passionate love for the lover of the dream on such a horrible and gloomy theme?

He couldn't comprehend.

Is love such a complex emotion?

He still can't comprehend.

Until one day he finally discovered that the interpretation of the left and right hands of Moonlight is really intriguing.

The right hand is like a lonely, sleepless, waiting soul, intertwined with the cruelty and determination of the left hand!

The taps of the fingertips are indifferent inquiries one by one—the moonlight is too cold to hear the answer and see the ending...

Yan Quan gently closed his eyes, then opened them again.

There is a melody that flows eternally in life.

He finally understood the moonlight in his lifetime!

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Yan Quan no longer knew how to express his inner excitement and worship.

A small crack opened in the memory box.

More and more memories hit like a tide.

On the stage, the current Shen Qiucheng gradually blurred, while the Shen Qiucheng two years ago clearly presented——

They fit seamlessly.

It was a concert at B University to send off senior graduates.

Yan Quan happened to be discussing business in that place at that time, and some acquaintances invited him to go.

At that time, he was even more defiant and arrogant than he is now.

That day, Shen Qiucheng played "French Time", which is not very well-known and difficult. The whole piece is flat and firm.

But it is this kind of plainness and firmness, but it carries a magical power to smooth the ripples in his heart.

He couldn't help but look up a few more times.

Far away, far away... He couldn't see clearly, he could only outline a rough outline of a thin and fair college student.

"It's kind of funny," he said, "let the one above come over after the song"—almost an order.

Then he saw that everyone except him stopped their movements, and their expressions became very subtle in unison.

At the end of the amazing "French Time", he was really invited by the audience amid the burst of applause, and the result can be imagined - the other party just dropped the words "You can't do what you can! Get out of the way!" Go!" and walked away.

It has been a long time since Yan Quan has tasted the feeling of being trampled underfoot like dung.

During the few days at B University, he pretended to look for Shen Qiucheng for a few days—unfortunately, the other party's school was already on holiday, and the dragon was always in sight, so it was relatively difficult to find him, so he failed to succeed.

Afterwards, he returned to Yingchuan. There were more and more business and family matters, and he became more and more busy, so his longing for Shen Qiucheng faded away.

Except that the melody of French time often lingers in my ears——

Two years later, I saw Shen Qiucheng, whom I hadn't seen for a long time, again in the Z Club.

From the moment he saw Shen Qiucheng, the familiar smell made him feel as excited as before. He still wanted to give to that noble and cold young man who told him "overthinking one's abilities" and "going away" to him. Playing with the hands, it would be even better if he could make the other party fall to the altar in pain - he swears to God that there is no revenge mixed in it.

……

A song ends.

Applause.

Shen Qiucheng gently closed the piano cover, he found Yan Quan who was applauding in the audience, the other party smiled and mouthed to him——

Shen Qiucheng recognized it instantly, and Yan Quan was saying to him: You are so beautiful.

Shen Qiucheng stood up, just as they agreed, and said loudly: "New Year's Day is coming soon, I wanted to play a song to wish everyone a happy New Year, but unfortunately I came across Moonlight, obviously this song is not suitable, so I played Moonlight Roll call to Mr. Yan Quan, I hope..." He originally said a few more words, but at this moment, he suddenly realized: "Moonlight" is dedicated to his lover by Beethoven!

This……

embarrassed...

"... Next, I will play "Ode to Joy" for everyone, and wish everyone a happy new year."

After finishing speaking, Shen Qiucheng sat back to his original position, and quickly slid his fingers——

The melodious music sounded again.

Yan Quan turned around and left at once, holding his wine glass and walked to the non-spraying fountain outside Zheng Hui to stand, at first he raised his eyes expressionlessly, but later he didn't even lift his eyelids at all.

After playing the piano and stepping off the stage, Shen Qiucheng returned to the sofa he was sitting on before.

A man named Yu Feng came over and politely handed Shen Qiucheng a glass of red wine. After Shen Qiucheng took it and took a sip, he said, "I've heard that Qiucheng plays the piano very well. It's better to see it once. .”

Shen Qiucheng continued to drink the red wine, looked around the hall twice, and asked Yu Feng, "Where's Yan Quan?"

"He... I saw him go out just now, he seemed a little angry." Yu Feng replied.

Shen Qiucheng raised his eyebrows slightly.

Yu Feng wanted to say something more, but when he saw a person approaching, he stopped talking.

Shen Qiucheng asked a passing waiter for a glass of sake, but after he drank half of the glass, he was snatched away and fell to the ground with another hand. The sound of glass shattering was not too loud, but it was enough to attract the inquiring gazes of the people around.

Without saying a word, Yan Quan grabbed Shen Qiucheng's hand and was about to leave. Under the curious gaze of the crowd, the two of them dragged and dragged in a very inconspicuous manner. Quan raised his long legs and kicked open the door of the box, pulled Shen Qiucheng and pushed him in, turned his head and yelled at the people in the hall who were dumbfounded: "What are you looking at!" After that, he shook his hand and slammed the door Sky rings.

Shen Qiucheng glanced at Yan Quan with no warmth from the corner of his eyes, "Why are you crazy!"

Yan Quan didn't move at all, as if he didn't hear Shen Qiucheng's words at all, only his naked eyes flashed passionately on Shen Qiucheng's face.

The private room was full of excitement, but the moment Yan Quan kicked the door open, everyone stopped and looked towards the door, staring dumbfounded at the sudden change, all of them looked as if they had been struck by lightning.

"Why are you crazy?" Shen Qiucheng asked again in a calm voice.

Yan Quan's gaze never moved away from Shen Qiucheng's face, and he roared calmly and arrogantly: "Get out!"

In many cases, what the "first son" says is what he says, which is comparable to an imperial decree.Although very reluctant, the people in the box were still aggrieved and Bala withdrew.

"Feels like I haven't seen you in ages - I want to fucking fuck you! Right now!"

Shen Qiucheng sneered all of a sudden, and slowly moved his gaze away to an unknown distance. The inexplicable distant meaning between his eyebrows made Yan Quan even more eager to try.In terms of appearance alone, it is not uncommon for them to grow up better than Shen Qiu, but that natural sense of alienation, those peak-like eyes and expressions are really unique, only in this family.

Yan Quan's thin lips were almost close to Shen Qiucheng's ear and said this sentence: "You follow me." The frivolous tone was half-true and half-fake, and there was no trace of sincerity.

A slight smile overflowed from Shen Qiucheng's lips, "Yan Quan, are you crazy?"

Yan Quan looked at Shen Qiucheng, slightly pressed his shoulder and patted the service bell on the wall of the box.The waiter who was waiting outside immediately knocked on the door politely and entered.

Yan Quan didn't even look at the waiter, still maintaining the posture of "bidong" Shen Qiucheng: "Here are two bottles of Wuliangye! You have one bottle, and I have one bottle."

"..." Shen Qiucheng said, "Bring me sake."

The waiter bowed respectfully and withdrew.

Yan Quan's face approached Shen Qiucheng again, with a certain aggressiveness, "I like sake so much? Is it because your father sent you to Japan?"

"What do you think?" Shen Qiucheng's face was calm, and he couldn't hear any emotion at all.

"Have you studied the major 'Taos' in Japan?" Yan Quan asked.

Shen Qiucheng frowned slightly, "I'm here to study."

"That's right, I forgot that you are a master of learning." Yan Quan said with a sullen smile, "It's a pity that I was obsessed with the major Japanese 'ways' when I was young and frivolous. It is difficult to learn the most authentic Japanese. Good opportunity but no interest."

Yan Quan still smiled: "At that time, my grandfather did not agree with me to go to Japan no matter what, and at first they locked me up with my uncle, and the next morning I set fire to his villa, and then smashed it down." Open the iron gate leading to the roof, climbed up to the roof and jumped down, that day was full of love and smiles, the sun rose and the river was more red than the fire..."

"..." Shen Qiucheng, "And then..."

"Later they caught me back and broke my two ribs, but—" Yan Quan paused for a moment, and greedily licked the corner of his lower lip, "The sharp pleasure of pain and happiness made my whole body unbearable. The suppressed excitement is still fresh in my memory. At that time, I was full of thoughts, and I had to get up and work with them when the injury was better. But Xiaofeng and the others picked me up. I was in Japan and lay in the hospital for three months.”

Shen Qiucheng smiled and commented: "You actually like to make tea with fragrant flowers? I didn't expect such elegance."

Yan Quan stared at the slightly ups and downs of Shen Qiucheng's mouth, his mood improved involuntarily, and with some cheerful notes in his voice, he sighed: "In the year I was in Japan, I was surrounded by classical elegance during the day, tea ceremony, flower ceremony, incense ceremony, calligraphy ceremony, etc. Taking turns, going to nightclubs in Tokyo at night, it’s really very colorful and low-key.”

Shen Qiucheng sneered.

"Am I restless?" Holding Shen Qiucheng's face with both hands, he pressed his lips to the other's without saying a word.

It's just that this short kiss just happened and ended——

Shen Qiucheng gently pushed Yan Quan away.

Yan Quan held Shen Qiucheng's left hand tightly, spread his palm, and gently drew circles with his fingertips, smiled slightly, and said in a low and mellow voice, "Qiucheng, I am already safe enough, like you I have the patience to deal with such a difficult person. If one day I get restless—" Yan Quan stopped his fingers, squeezed Shen Qiucheng's hand to his lips, and kissed Shen Qiucheng deeply, "Maybe I will kill you. Killed you and ate your ashes."

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Shen Qiucheng glanced at Yan Quan indifferently, "You probably don't know what you're talking about anymore."

Yan Quan didn't speak, just stared at Shen Qiucheng.

Shen Qiucheng glanced at Yan Quan indifferently.

Look at, look at, look at——

The messenger came in and broke the deadlock.

Shen Qiucheng and Yan Quan sat down at the big round dining table at the same time.

Plates of sumptuous delicacies were served on the table, after which the messenger left the box.

Yan Quan stroked his chin, and pretended to look at Shen Qiucheng for a while, his eyes became deeper and deeper, his unspoken virtue really made people want to punch him.

Shen Qiucheng poured himself a glass of sake, but just put it aside.

Yan Quan picked up the chopsticks, looked around the delicacies on the table, picked out a chopstick dish and put it on the plate in front of Shen Qiucheng, and said casually, "Try this."

Shen Qiucheng looked at Yan Quan, and then at the brown vegetable that couldn't tell what the hell it was. After weighing it a bit, he put it in his mouth, and spit it out before chewing.

Seeing Shen Qiucheng's reaction, Yan Quan couldn't stop laughing, like a childish ghost who succeeded in pranking, "Hahahaha—is it bitter? The first time I ate it, the root of my tongue was numb for 10 minutes. ! But take a second bite, it’s actually not bad~”

Believe you are a ghost!

Shen Qiucheng picked up the sake and poured down a full glass.

Yan Quan opened a bottle of Erguotou, poured a full glass for himself, and filled Shen Qiucheng with sake, then forcibly picked up Shen Qiucheng who was sitting quietly next to him, and touched a glass of white wine and a glass of sake together.

I don't know why, but today's wine seems to have a frighteningly high alcohol content, and the usually unsatisfactory sake makes him dizzy at this moment.

Shen Qiucheng stood up unsteadily, and walked towards the bathroom in a daze, even the door handles overlapped seven or eight times, finally opened the door, and after walking two steps, he fell to his knees, hugged the toilet and vomited crazily .

After more than ten seconds, he felt something was wrong, he was so dazed that he couldn't even raise his head, which was obviously beyond the normal range of drunkenness, he bit the tip of his tongue hard, and managed to maintain a trace of sobriety through the pain, struggling to turn over and lie on the cold floor There is a phantom in front of my eyes.

The bathroom door opened again, and a slender man came in. The man paused for a moment, and then quickly ran over to pick him up.

"Qiu Cheng?"

The magnetic sound is nice, but so dreamlike.

Is that you, Yan Quan?

Another long dream.

The childhood after my mother left has no color anymore - I was trained intensively by my father day and night, those days are so close, as if they were yesterday, and so far away, as if they were the past in the previous life.

He studies desperately, numbs himself with learning books, and escapes all unhappiness.

Life is not salty or dull, father is dead, elder brother is also dead, mother...

His thoughts finally came back, Shen Qiucheng felt someone hugging him tightly, took off the belt around his waist, and then took off his pants, his sweater, his shirt, his...

The cloth on his body became less and less, until the last piece left him too.

"Brother..." Shen Qiucheng parted his lips lightly and murmured.

Then another mouth gagged him, with the hot smell of alcohol, rolled up his tongue and kissed madly, that kind of madness seemed to be the end of the world tomorrow, and today would burn life, soul, thoughts, and the last in my heart a little energy.

The wound where the tip of the tongue was bitten before was severely stimulated, and because of the pain, his thoughts gradually returned.

Shen Qiucheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and couldn't see anything clearly due to the dense white mist.At this moment, he was finally sure that he had been drugged.

The kiss on his lips became deeper and hotter, and the cold fingertips wandered around his waist, and when they immediately touched the dangerous area, the man suddenly stopped this dark kiss, and his fingers were reluctant to touch. Leaving him, a faint long sigh came into his ears, and then the man nibbled on his chin, he didn't know whether to kiss or lick, in short, the saliva flowed a lot, falling on his chest drop by drop.

After a long time, Shen Qiucheng said slowly, "Yan...quan...you... villain..."

Yan Quandun