Chun Feng Du Jian

"Qing Lan?"

Those vague omens fell into reality in an instant.Wen Heng is such a stable person, when he first saw him, he couldn't care less about being happy, and his face was shocked first.

"It's raining so hard, don't you know how to hide first!"

Wen Heng was startled and angry, as if a pot of boiling water was burning in his chest, he pushed and shoved Xue Qinglan into the room, forgetting all the etiquette and respect, and lifted his bamboo hat and untied his knife with his own hands. He stripped off his drenched outer robe three times, five times and two times. If it weren't for his stern face and demeanor, he could almost be called stern. This action is simply a prodigal son.Before Xue Qinglan could react, he stripped her down to only one piece of underwear, wrapped it thickly with a quilt, and threw it into the pile of fluffy pillows.

"Brother Heng..."

Wen Heng didn't give him a chance to speak, and went out like the wind to ask people to prepare water for a bath. Xue Qinglan looked at his back, the smile in his eyes slowly dissipated. From his series of overly tense reactions, he tasted something strange. Feel--

The hot water was ready for a while, and Wen Heng didn't need him to move his legs. He personally carried Xue Qinglan to the tub next to the bathtub, and soaked Xue Qinglan in the hot water like dumplings.After a while, he saw that his face was a little bloody from the white mist, and he was no longer as pale as a living person. Only then did Wen Heng's rising anger recede slowly like a tide, and he managed to regain some self-cultivation and restraint.

"You soak for a while, I'll go out..."

With a sound of "wow", Xue Qinglan threw himself on the edge of the bucket, grabbed his sleeve with quick eyes and hands, successfully stopped Wen Heng's footsteps, and interrupted what he was about to say.

"What are you doing?" He frowned, holding Xue Qinglan's arm and pressing it back into the hot water, "Be honest."

Xue Qinglan was very honest when she recognized her mistake: "I shouldn't be in the rain, so don't be angry."

It’s okay if he didn’t mention it, but when Wen Heng mentioned it, he became even more angry, and scolded his head and face: “You also know that it’s not good to get in the rain? I still think you are a fool! What big thing is more important than your own body, Is it worth your disregard, even your life?!"

Xue Qinglan shrank into the hot water after being trained by him, and argued in a low voice: "I want to see you."

Wen Heng was so angry that his ears rang, and he couldn't hear clearly: "What?"

Xue Qinglan said even more in a low voice: "It's raining on the way back. If you want to avoid the rain, you have to enter the city tomorrow, but I don't want to wait for a moment."

Wen Heng hadn't seen him for a month, so why didn't he miss him, but he was pissed off by his miserable appearance first, and his anger overwhelmed his tenderness, and he still hasn't recovered.Xue Qinglan was so simple and straightforward, but it made Wen Heng choke, his anger gradually subsided, and his heartache grew longer, and the two wrestled, like fire and ice filling his chest at the same time, and he didn't know how to react.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Xue Qinglan's one point turned into five points, and the joy of meeting suddenly cooled down, turning into a handful of loose ashes. Looking at him, he said dryly: "Brother Heng, I am a martial arts practitioner after all, nothing will happen if I get caught in the rain, don't worry too much."

Wen Heng broke free from the sleeve he was holding, and stretched out his hand to stick to his cold side face, as if he had finally surrendered, he sighed softly, "I just said a word to you, and this is a grievance?"

"no……"

"Don't tell me you are a martial artist. As long as you don't become a fairy, you are still a mortal. If you get caught in the rain, you will catch cold easily. If you fall ill, you will feel bad and I will feel sorry for you. Neither of us will be left alone." , why bother?"

His palm was very warm, and even felt a little hot when pressed against his frozen skin, but it couldn't compare to the gentleness he showed unintentionally. At this moment, Xue Qinglan even understood the moth that jumped to the fire to die. Warmth, even a little occasional and unintentional indifference can make him fall into an ice cave.

He was speechless, turned his face away in Wen Heng's palm, lowered his head to find a place to hide in the bucket, and argued palely: "I'm not wronged."

The slightly callused fingertips wiped his blue eyes, lingered on his cheeks, and finally landed on his cheeks, turning into a gentle twist: "I'm not wronged, why are you hiding? I haven't seen you for a month, and you will be more and more angry with me." .”

He couldn't feel it himself, but Wen Heng could see it clearly.After a heavy sentence, the corners of his eyes instantly turned red. Against the traces of rain on his face, it was as if he had cried a lot. It couldn't be said to be very pitiful, but seeing it made his heart sour, and he couldn't help but want to wipe away the traces with his own hands. Tears, do something to coax him.

"Have you eaten yet?" Wen Heng scraped off a drop of water from the tip of his nose, pushed him to the other side of the barrel, straightened up and told him, "Go back and sit, soak for a while to drive out the cold, I'll ask the cook to prepare Dinner, I'll bring you clean clothes later."

Xue Qinglan followed his strength and leaned back, her whole body was immersed in the hot water, only her head was exposed, and she let out a weary "huh".

Wen Heng saw that his eyes were half-closed, and he seemed a little drowsy, and said again: "You can rest your mind, don't fall asleep, and be careful not to fall into the water."

Xue Qinglan responded with a long voice: "Understood, I'm not stupid."

Wen Heng said: "It's hard to say." Quickly flashed a few water droplets that were bounced as hidden weapons, smiled around the screen, and went out.

Half an hour later, the sound of the rain outside the curtain weakened, turning into light rain hitting the window lattice.In the warm yellow candlelight that filled the room, Xue Qinglan changed into Wen Heng's homely clothes, and sat at the table drinking soup with his sleeves rolled up.Although Wen Heng had already had dinner, he was also sitting opposite to drink tea at the moment.

The two of them talked about the rest of the matter, Xue Qinglan had nothing important in Mingzhou, but Wen Heng's experience in Yueying Mountain was worthy of special mention.He deliberately skipped the part about Qin Ling, and only mentioned the past between Gu Chuifang and Zheng Lian. Maybe he has heard too many stories, and he is even good at telling stories. He moved his chopsticks.

"Does Zheng Lian hate him or doesn't he hate him?" Xue Qinglan couldn't understand after hearing Heng's speech, and wondered, "Since everyone is willing to build their graves on the underground palace, why didn't they meet him back then? How much hatred did they have?" , you can’t forgive while you’re alive, you have to die to let it go?”

Wen Heng replied casually: "The 30-year entanglement of grievances and grievances cannot be covered by one hate or not hate, it is probably love and hate intertwined, and there are many things that cannot be said, so I have kept my mouth shut for the rest of my life."

Xue Qinglan asked ignorantly: "What is 'unspeakable words'?"

Wen Heng is sensitive by nature and has the most contact with Gu Chuifang, so he can see more clearly than others and guess more, but this guess is afraid of scaring Xue Qinglan, so he can only cover it up with a smile, and change the topic: "Eat yours!" Fan, what are you doing with such detailed inquiries?"

Xue Qinglan ate this meal absent-mindedly, as if he was always thinking about something. When he heard the words, he put down his chopsticks on the spot, and said seriously: "There is no such thing as you. You tell half the story and hide the half. The storytellers outside are not as cunning as you."

Wen Heng said helplessly, "Are you full? Finish the soup."

Xue Qinglan said: "You won't drink until you explain clearly."

"How old are you, and you still use this trick to threaten me?" Wen Heng was unmoved, "A little fool who needs to be reminded to drink soup is not suitable for listening to this kind of story."

Xue Qinglan was so angry that he drank half a bowl of ginger soup with resentment, cast a resentful glance at him, and said reluctantly, "Now we can talk about it, right?"

Wen Heng couldn't do anything about his sudden curiosity, it was funny and embarrassing, so he had to try his best to explain concisely and euphemistically: "I'm afraid that Gu Chuifang and Zheng Lian have the same thoughts in their hearts, but a big mistake has already been made, and no one can do it. Dare to show signs, so I can only choose to avoid it, understand?"

Xue Qinglan didn't understand, so he opened his mouth and asked, "What Qisi?" As soon as the words came out, he suddenly woke up, and his eyes widened in astonishment: "You said they are...the kind..."

Wen Heng didn't expect him to be so transparent about this kind of thing, he was startled instead, and immediately followed his words and asked, "What kind?"

Xue Qinglan coughed twice in embarrassment. Even though there were only the two of them in the room, he still seemed afraid of being heard, and said in a mosquito-snorting voice: "Broken sleeve." After speaking, he looked at Wen Heng curiously, holding He hesitated and asked: "Brother Heng, how do you know they are... Duanxiu?"

There was an unusual light in his eyes, it was hard to imagine that a Demon Sect protector would show such an innocent expression.Wen Heng smiled a little, looked at him gently, and looked at Xue Qinglan furiously. He was ready to go under the table at any time, so he stretched out a hand to him, and said, "Give me your hand."

Xue Qinglan stretched out his right hand hesitantly, and Wen Heng stretched out his little finger to hook him. He obviously felt his wrist tremble slightly, and asked with a smile, "How does it feel?"

Xue Qinglan hugged Wen Heng a lot, but rarely did such a small gesture in a serious manner. The hair on his back exploded in a flash, but he said: "I don't feel anything."

Wen Heng earnestly said: "Don't you think it's strange that two men are like this?"

Xue Qinglan's heart choked, and he suddenly remembered the night of parting outside the capital. He also played with Wen Heng's hand over and over for a long time in the dark. Not to mention Fan Ji, Wen Heng has never said anything before, but today he is extraordinarily cold, could it be that he was inspired by what happened to Gu Chuifang and Zheng Lian, and finally realized that the relationship between them is not right, so he deliberately said such words to test ?

Qi Si, who has never seen the light of day, as long as she shows her signs...will it inevitably invite a violent storm?

He shook his head, and tried to be calm and said: "I only heard that men and women give and take or not kiss, but I never heard that men and women have to give and take or not kiss."

Wen Heng did have a little tentative intentions, but Xue Qinglan's momentary hesitation just now did not escape his eyes, and when he saw his appearance, all thoughts disappeared immediately.He was reluctant to persecute Xue Qinglan, so he even flipped the entire page, clapped his palms together with his cold fingers, and said: "The dead are gone, it's not appropriate to talk about them behind their backs, there is no respect, no Let's talk about this. How long have you not slept? Going to bed early is the business."

Xue Qinglan got up following his strength, and although he agreed with his mouth, he didn't move a step, his eyes were still glued to Wen Heng, and he followed him, seeing Wen Heng inexplicably, wondering: "What's wrong? What's on my body?" , you've been staring at me since you sat down?"

The rainy night outside the window is dark and humid, the courtyard is empty, the house is lit like beans, and the person he trusts the most is standing in front of him, waiting patiently for his answer. The two safest environments overlap in a small study , and the lingering aftertaste of the shock brought about by the temptation just now has not disappeared, and the longing of the reunion after a long absence also rushes through his mind, which makes him suddenly feel infinitely impulsive.

Xue Qinglan endured it all night, and at this moment, her brain finally became hot, and she rushed forward and hugged Wen Heng.

Wen Heng was thrown into a daze, but his lower body was as stable as Mount Tai. He stretched out his hands smoothly into his arms, and naturally wrapped his hands around Xue Qinglan's shoulders, his movements were very skillful: "Which song is this?" ?”

Xue Qinglan was buried in his arms, her voice was originally soft, but it was muffled by the material of the clothes, almost becoming a mass of indistinct ravings, but Wen Heng's ears were so good that she could hear every word clearly.

"After I came back... I haven't hugged him yet."

"My God," Wen Heng wrapped his arms around his waist and lifted him off the ground, his voice was filled with an uncontrollable smile, "You are too good at acting like a baby."

The author has something to say: Wen Yuyan is the only person who can recognize the deputy CP of this article with the naked eye... This is why he has a partner and the second senior brother is single.