Chun Feng Du Jian

Why "I don't want to go"?

A vague hesitation flashed through Wen Heng's mind, but he couldn't figure it out for a moment, and he had no time to take care of it, and he focused all his attention on Xue Qinglan.

Wen Heng was originally facing him sideways, with one hand behind his back and the other empty hand ready to take something, but he turned around hastily when he was crying, wiped away the tears with his chin, and hugged him face to face, Comforting in a low voice: "Don't be afraid, I'm here, no one can take you away."

Xue Qinglan's thoughts were confused, sometimes clear and sometimes confused, and he couldn't listen to Jin Wenheng's words. Fortunately, he stopped crying and just burrowed into his arms silently, like a wet little animal.

Wen Heng couldn't move, so he just stood holding him like this for a long time. After his breathing gradually stabilized, he picked him up in the posture of holding a child and sent him to the couch. He discussed warmly: "Sit here and wait for me. After a while, dry your hair and lie down, huh?"

Xue Qinglan seemed to be out of control at this moment, and let go of her hand as soon as she asked, but she still didn't make a sound, just staring at Wen Heng with a pair of eyes and wandering back and forth.His pupils are light-colored, like two clear and clear amber beads. When he looks at people like this, he can be said to be peaceful and innocent, and he is so beautiful that he is not like ordinary people.

Wen Heng tied his clothes and belts again, wiped his legs and feet and stuffed them into the quilt. He was busy like a little maid, and he was uncomfortable watching him, so he couldn't laugh or cry: "What are you doing just staring at me? Say what you have to say, and don't let me know what to say." Not a little dumb."

Xue Qinglan held the dripping ends of her hair and handed them to him.

"Understood, little ancestor." Wen Heng brought a new towel, sat down beside the bed, and sighed, "Come here, are you always so arrogant and lustful, you even have to order people to wipe your hair?"

Xue Qinglan lowered her eyes, hugged the quilt and slowly moved to his side.

In the whole world, Wen Heng is the only one who still thinks that he is young and ignorant.Xue Qinglan's stature is now drawn, her eyebrows are wide open, and she is sitting in plain clothes and black hair leaning against his arms. She is clearly a beauty worthy of a painting.However, Wen Heng might be born to be a Zen practitioner. He looked at his appearance like a cloud of smoke, rubbed him without changing his face, and put his hands down when he was satisfied, saying: "Okay, lie down. Get drunk. This way you won’t be afraid of being betrayed, I’m really crazy to take you to drink, how much work have I found for myself!”

Xue Qinglan obediently listened to the training, and said "yes" like holding the field.

Wen Heng went to clean up the mess he left behind, but when he returned to the room, Xue Qinglan still maintained the posture he had left, seemingly hazy, but forced his eyelids to look up at him.Seeing him like this, Wen Heng felt pity overflowing in his heart, his face softened involuntarily, he walked over and asked, "What's wrong? What else do you want?"

Xue Qinglan hugged one of his arms, put her forehead on it sleepily, and whispered, "Butterfly."

Wen Heng: "What butterfly?"

Xue Qinglan said: "It can fly."

Wen Heng thought he said insects flew into the room, turned his head and looked around, but he didn't see any flying insects, so he continued to ask him carefully: "Where did the butterflies come from? Why didn't I see them?"

Xue Qinglan said: "It flew from the tree."

Where are the butterflies on the tree?

Wen Heng also confused him, and he was stunned for a moment before he remembered that he was talking about the silver butterfly brought back from the Jinji wine glass building, and he couldn't help laughing and said: "Still thinking about that? It's a mess, who knows where you put it?" I'm going. Well, let's sleep for a while, and be careful when you wake up tomorrow with a headache."

Unexpectedly, Xue Qinglan was so stubborn that he wanted the silver butterfly. If he didn't give it, he wouldn't sleep. Ask him in the palm of your hand: "Is it this?"

Xue Qinglan stretched out his hand to grab it, but he avoided it by raising his hand gently and deftly. He stood in front of the bed condescendingly, and said with a straight face on purpose: "Let's say it first, sleep when you get it, and stop being a monster, okay?"

However, this time he underestimated Xue Qinglan. This ancestor never had the temperament of waiting for charity.Wen Heng refused, he immediately lifted the quilt and got up, knelt down and grabbed the silver butterfly in his hand.

He was already drunk, so suddenly he lost his balance, staggered and fell under the bed.Wen Heng was caught off guard by him, and couldn't help it no matter how good-tempered he was, he slapped him on the back of the waist and said angrily: "What a grown-up, you still don't care about it! What if you fall and smash your head? !"

The strength of this palm is almost enough to pat the clothes into ashes, and it has no deterrent effect. Xue Qinglan is not afraid of him, pulls the silver butterfly into his hand, and says to Wen Heng with drunken eyes but seriously: "My Butterfly."

When he said this, his expression was innocent, childish and cute. Wen Heng was annoyed at first, but then he couldn't help laughing, stroked him from head to back, and coaxed him: "Yes, yes, yes, I won't talk to you. Rob. Is the little ancestor satisfied this time? Can he lie down peacefully?"

Xue Qinglan let out a "huh", but didn't lie down, she just straightened up a little and glanced at Wen Heng. After confirming that it was him, she leaned over and hugged her waist reassuringly and naturally, and closed her eyes on his chest.

Wen Heng: "..."

For a moment, he couldn't tell whether he was taking advantage of it, or was being taken advantage of by others.

"Lotus pistil" is worthy of being a famous wine in Yujiufang. Xue Qinglan had no dreams for a long time, and slept soundly all night. When he opened his eyes, he saw a bright sky outside the curtain, and it was already the next morning.

The cloth quilt was soft, warm around his body, and an arm crossed his waist, tightly encircling him in his arms.Xue Qinglan lay still, closed his eyes and recalled how he fell asleep last night, and then the scenes of drunken gaffes emerged one by one, each frame was like a heavy punch from the sky, punching to the flesh, hammering him so hard It's better not to wake up again.

Xue Qinglan used to drink alcohol in order to get himself drunk and sleep for a while. He often drank by himself, fell asleep when he was drunk, and woke up the night before. He can't act like a drunk when he's drunk—who knows that it's not that he can't, but that no one around him sees him going crazy.

The more he thought about it, the hotter his face became, almost his whole body burned up. A dozen ways to escape from the wilderness flashed through his mind, and he was thinking about whether to jump out of the window or go through the door, when suddenly a coolness felt on his cheek.

Wen Heng just woke up, his voice was a little hoarse, and he still had slight doubts: "Why are you blushing?"

Xue Qinglan couldn't hear him at all now, her limbs became stiff and flustered all of a sudden, and her eyes rolled around under her thin eyelids.Wen Heng suddenly understood: "Oh, I'm shy."

Xue Qinglan: "..."

"What are you afraid of?" Wen Heng smiled and plucked his red earlobes. "Didn't a drunk cat pounce on butterflies yesterday? You're acting like a spoiled child and you're crazy. Someone else might not be able to hold you down."

Xue Qinglan knew that she couldn't escape today, so she opened her eyes slowly, and said with a guilty conscience, "I don't feel like drinking... I'm laughing at you."

The uncontrollable laughter shook his chest, Xue Qinglan was held in his arms, but he didn't feel any embarrassment. Instead, he remembered that Wen Heng hugged him like this yesterday, coaxing him tirelessly, almost responding to every request.It's no wonder that he has such tenderness and patience towards drunks, so that people can't stand guard against him at all, because they know that no matter what kind of posture they are, they will be properly tolerated and accepted by him.

"Okay, what's there to be embarrassed about with me, and I haven't been seen by outsiders." Wen Heng straightened his messy neckline, and said slowly, "Besides, there is no rolling around, crying and laughing, just sticky. It’s kind of painful when you’re a little bit human.”

Xue Qinglan defended feebly: "It wasn't like this when I was drunk before..."

"I didn't mention you, but you came up with it yourself." Wen Heng reminded him, and said coolly, "It's fine to have a few drinks on weekdays. In the future, how dare you become as drunk as yesterday in front of others and have no strength to fight back?" If anything happens, it’s useless to say anything, I’ll give you a sobriety personally.”

This was not a joke, Xue Qinglan was immediately discouraged, and said obediently, "Don't dare".Only then was Wen Heng satisfied, and he stroked his hair like a cat: "Are you almost sober? Wake up to wash up and have breakfast. I didn't call you last night when I saw you were sleeping deeply. Are you hungry?"

Xue Qinglan supported the bed and sat up, startled for a moment, frowned and asked Wen Heng: "I fell asleep, isn't that so tired that you didn't even have dinner?"

"In order for Mr. Xue to sleep soundly, I even gave up this arm. It doesn't matter if I miss a meal. Is there such a thing as 'tired'?" Wen Heng knuckles on the tip of his nose. Scratching, "It's okay, I remember your brother in my heart, so I didn't love you in vain."

The author has something to say: I know the comments must say: This is obviously a relationship!

But the Indian flying cake wants to tell everyone... If you think so, then I have nothing to say (. As long as the ball does not go in, it is always a goal.