Chun Feng Du Jian

Wen Heng stood there for a while, and when he heard the door slamming "bang" from the next door, he settled down a bit, at least Xue Qinglan ran away from home without getting angry, and knew to go to the next door to get angry with him; Persuading him to leave emotionally is another big problem that lies in front of Wen Heng.

He had ten thousand kinds of selfishness and didn't want Xue Qinglan to leave, but his only rationality forced him to make a choice.The current situation is very clear, he is about to face the pursuit of countless conspiracy and careerists, and the first thing those people do in order to achieve their goals is to arrest the people around him and threaten him.If Xue Qinglan continues to be with him, he will soon fall into an extremely dangerous situation, and the two of them are very close, and they will definitely meet with everyone who is suspicious of the Chuxingxingzong. He offended Tong Tou with half of the people in the world, who can protect him then, and where else can he have a place to stay?

Therefore, according to Wen Heng, Xue Qinglan must leave, not only him, but also himself must leave Zhanchuan City immediately, so as not to drag down Fan Yang and the Luming Escort.

The pain and regret of the past years in exile must never happen again.

Wen Heng stood in front of the couch, bent down to pull out the small drawer of the bedside table, and took out a kit from inside. He seemed to hesitate for a moment before putting it in his arms, then turned and walked out.

The study room was not locked, Wen Heng pushed the door open and entered, but saw the shadows of candles in the room, but there was no sound of people talking, and then looked on the inner couch, Xue Qinglan was lying with her clothes on, deliberately pretending to sleep with her back to him .

Wen Heng was amused for a moment, but couldn't bear it for a moment, so he just pretended not to see it, walked over lightly, leaned over and picked him up, ready to take him back to the next door.Xue Qinglan was so angry at him that he made up his mind that Wen Heng would never reconcile with him unless he retracted his words. Unexpectedly, it was less than a stick of incense, and Wen Heng acted as if nothing happened. I hugged him back to sleep, compared to him, it seemed that he was very ignorant, he was almost 20 years old, and he was angry and cold like a child and ignored others.

Seriously speaking, none of them had the right idea. They even put aside their own safety and regarded the other person's life as the most important thing. Staying together, but the more they are engulfed by the vortex, pushed and shoved by the torrent, they can't help but go to another fork in the road.

Xue Qinglan was held firmly by Wen Heng. Thinking of the good and bad times when they will part ways tomorrow, they don't know when they will meet again.He couldn't help the soreness in his heart, and suddenly stretched out his hand to hook Wen Heng's neck, and buried his face in the socket of his shoulder on one side.

Wen Heng lowered his head because he was pulling him, thinking that he was embarrassed to give in, and said with a smile: "It's okay, you can continue to be angry."

This tenderness is simply love-hate, he has been comforted by it countless times, and has been made to cry by it more than once, but Wen Heng has no awareness of it, and is still using this soft knife to draw back and forth on the tip of his heart.

"Can't you go?"

Wen Heng turned into the bedroom, bowed and put him on the soft quilt, and replied gently but not against it: "Other things, I can also promise you ten thousand things, but this one is not enough. Okay, let's make a fuss." One night, it's time to sleep."

After that, he straightened up and put down the bed curtain, and turned off the light.Xue Qinglan took a slow step to grab his sleeve, but it was full of empty hands, only to hear the creaking sound of the fabric from outside the tent, and after a while, his body sank slightly, Wen Heng untied his outer robe and put it on the couch, carrying a brocade Wrapped in his arms by one corner of his arms, he patted his back lightly like a child and said, "Sleep."

Xue Qinglan still wanted to argue, but when she raised her head, she saw Wen Heng's eyes closed slightly tiredly through the dim light of the night.Thinking about everything that happened tonight, as well as the imminent tomorrow, internal and external troubles, it was a layer of frost in his heart. He said he was going to sleep, but in fact he couldn't sleep. Frowning consciously, the shallow vertical mark on the forehead was like an uneven scar.

Wen Heng has always been a very deep-minded person, at best he is "thoughtful", but at worst he only believes in himself and cannot rely on others.Xue Qinglan was undoubtedly assigned to the "unreliable" group by him, and it was a particularly difficult one, so Wen Heng not only had to worry about conspiracies and tricks, but also had to go to great lengths to arrange all the people close to him, so as not to be caught The enemy seized the loophole and used his weakness to counter him.

Feng Baoyi is already annoying enough, does he really want to continue to make trouble regardless, and let Wen Heng be tortured and exhausted by his own people before the foreign enemy arrives?

Xue Qinglan stared at his handsome and deep outline, let out a breath slowly and silently, and finally gave up resistance, his whole body softened, as if afraid of the cold, he snuggled deeper into his arms.

Wen Heng could feel his softening without opening his eyes, knowing that Xue Qinglan had figured it out by himself and no longer insisted on staying, but he was still a little unwilling, so he got closer to him twice, so as to make up for the imminent arrival long separation.

But how is this different from drinking poison to quench thirst?

Wen Heng lowered his head in the gloom, brushed his lips against the top of his soft hair, and said in his heart: "No matter what, this time, I will never leave you alone like four years ago."

When Wen Heng woke up the next day, the bed next to him was empty. He reached out his hand to feel for the space while he was half asleep, his heart beat wildly twice, he suddenly got up from the bed, and blurted out without thinking: "Qing Lan!"

"Hey, here we are."

Xue Qinglan was neatly dressed and walked in from the outside in response.He put the tea tray in his hand on the small table beside him, and sat down on the edge of the bed. Although his face was calm, his tone was quite teasing: "What do you want me to do early in the morning?"

Wen Heng didn't know when he went to bed last night, but he woke up a bit late this morning, and he didn't hear Xue Qinglan get up, and he got up in a hurry just now. Relying on the voice, he grabbed Xue Qinglan's wrist, confirmed that he was there, and fell down with his hair all over his body: "I thought you had already left..."

Xue Qinglan really didn't know whether to be angry or to laugh, so she sat down and rubbed his temples for him, and said in a low voice: "You are the one who wants to drive people away, why are you afraid of me leaving now?"

Wen Heng pulled the corners of his mouth reluctantly, but he couldn't laugh out loud, instead he sighed softly: "Yes."

Xue Qinglan's hand slid down his cheek, pressed it on Wen Heng's heart, listened carefully to his heartbeat for a while, and then asked solemnly: "Brother Heng, how sure are you that you will be able to get out of your body when you meet Feng Baoyi this time?" retreat?"

"Why," Wen Heng asked back, "couldn't I completely defeat him?"

Xue Qinglan said: "If you were sure of defeating him completely, you wouldn't want me to leave in such a hurry... You don't have to intentionally try to ease my heart. If I said I would leave, I wouldn't go back on my word. It's just you To tell me the truth, how sure are you?"

Wen Heng stared at him intently for a long time, holding his face with one hand, and slowly brushed his thumb across Xue Qinglan's eyes, as if erasing a tear that didn't exist: "I won't hide it from you, it's only [-]%."

"But even if there is only a glimmer of life left in the end, I will crawl back to see you."

"it is good."

Xue Qinglan lowered her eyes, nodded, and said, "I see... let's have breakfast, it should be cold after a long time."

After Wen Heng finished washing, he sat down at the table, with a bowl of lukewarm white porridge in front of him, as well as several trays of snacks and dishes, all of which Xue Qinglan brought from the kitchen early in the morning.The two sat opposite each other in silence, and after finishing the last meal before parting, Xue Qinglan put down the bowl and chopsticks and said, "It's time."

Wen Heng was about to say "I'll see you off", but just as he got up, the world suddenly turned around in front of his eyes, his five senses gradually became dull and blurred, his limbs fell forward uncontrollably like lead.

Xue Qinglan took a step forward in time, and opened his arms to take him into his arms. There was no surprise on his face, but a sense of relief that he had known earlier.

Wen Heng's thoughts turned quickly, and when the chaos was about to engulf the last bit of clarity, his heart suddenly skipped a beat, and he murmured: "Qinglan..."

"Sleep a little longer," Xue Qinglan stroked his trembling eyelashes gently with her palm, and said in a low voice decisively, "I'm sorry, Brother Heng."