The whole world is taking my CP wrong

Gu Zhaohong's heart was in a mess, and he waved his hand to ask Gu Yin to go out first, and let him stay by himself for a while.

Gu Yin took a deep look at him, thinking that it was him who said it just now. He heard what he said and now he is thinking about it, so he didn't say anything, and went back to the room to write a letter to Hua Yuran for help.

Regardless of whether it can be done or not, it is fate, and the gang must help.

After Gu Yin left, Gu Zhaohong only felt that the room was more oppressive, so oppressive that he couldn't breathe, he pushed open the window, jumped up to the roof, and lay on the roof of the house?, Looking up? After all this tossing, the sky was already dark.

Jingjing Mountain, where Jiemeng Villa is located, is on a high terrain. Lying on the roof late at night, I feel that even the bright moon and stars are within reach. Gu Zhaohong has a look? The moon is half full, and I only sigh that there is no jar of wine to help him sober .

How to interpret the word love.

He, Gu Zhaohong, has lived his life up to now. He is happy and unrestrained, his face is like a crown of jade, and his reputation is far-reaching. It also implies that it is time for him to consider starting a family, but although he is gentle by nature, he loves freedom. He has never been attracted to others, and he doesn't know what it is.Others only praised him as gentle as jade, he must be a good man, but he himself knew that he was far less easy to get along with than he showed.

At the beginning, he was only interested in this Jin Duzhu, who has been criticized all over the world. It was a rare curiosity, but after getting along with him, he found that he only matched the rumors with beauty. He's cute, with a vicious, mean skin, but still? Adorable.

She is cute when she secretly kisses the little white cat, she is cute when she is cruel to Lu Duoyu, she is cute when her mouth is unforgiving, she is cute when she bluffs and says that she doesn’t know herself at all, she is so cute when she is watching by the lake? It's also cute when there are stars.

Gu Zhaohong thought, if he thinks he is cute and treats him differently, is it love?

"The dew is heavy in the cold night, why are you lying on the roof?"

Want to see? Want to see? The voice of the person he was thinking of was heard. Gu Zhaohong was taken aback. He straightened up and followed the sound, only to see Jin Ziwan in white clothes standing in the courtyard, raising his head slightly. Look? Him.

Jin Jin seldom wears white clothes at night. On weekdays, he always wears red robes. When he sees his face, his face is more beautiful like spring flowers. Now he wears thin white shirts, and the breeze blows his clothes out. His complexion was still a little bad, and his lips were also pale, making him look more and more lonely. Gu Zhaohong only felt that he could put his whole body into his chest.

Before he had time to think much, Gu Zhaohong jumped down from the roof, and immediately took off his robe and wrapped it around him, with some blame in his voice: "You also know that the dew is heavy in the cold night, you just woke up from a faint. Wear it? Run out in obscene clothes? Vice Governor Lu didn’t stop him? You?”

Jin Ziwan let him wrap himself up, and said lightly, "He's asleep." He turned to ask, "What are you doing lying on it?"

Gu Zhaohong couldn't say that he was thinking of you, so he could only say: "Look at the moonlight."

Jin Ziwan looked up, it was true tonight? The moonlight was beautiful, so he took a deep breath and wanted to go up and lie down for a while, but Gu Zhaohong saw through it at a glance and grabbed his waist before he could use his inner strength Take him up to the roof.

Jin Ziwan sat on the roof? His voice was still a little weak: "I'm not going to die, it's too much trouble."

Gu Zhaohong was scolded by him for his good intentions, knowing that he was always being brave, he was not angry, so he stood next to him and watched? He sat down, still thinking about the waist that he hugged into his arms just now, and it was too thin.

Gu Zhaohong saw? He didn't look at the moon, but he was looking at the distant mountains under the night. His jaw line was so obvious that it seemed that he would be cut if he touched it with his hands. He huddled in his robe? Look It doesn't look like the usual [-]-mile governor, it's beautiful, soft and fragile.

Jin Ziwan felt his eyes linger on his face for a long time, and felt that the place where he was staring was slowly turning red, awkwardly: "Didn't you look at the moonlight? What do you always look at me for? "

"You are more beautiful than the moonlight."

Gu Zhaohong's serious and joking words made Jin Ziwan's face turn red like a fire, he didn't even dare to look over, and set his sight even further.

Gu Zhaohong took a look? His eyes were bewildered.

At this time, Jin Ziwan's words dragged him out, and Jin Ziwan asked: "What did Lu Duoyu say?"

"Nothing to say."

Jin Ziwan turned his head to look at him? His eyes were heavy: "No matter what Lu Duoyu said, don't believe it."

Gu Zhaohong looked intently at him: "Why? If he told the truth, Gu Yin would be able to give you a better diagnosis and treatment."

Jin Ziwan didn't back down, he also looked at it? Gu Zhaohong's eyes paused every word: "As for your identity, the less you know, the better your life will be."

Gu Zhaohong's heart ached, Jin Ziwan's words were tantamount to putting his own illness and life behind him, and told him to stay away from the secrets of the royal family.

He sat a little closer to Jin Ziwan, and asked: "Know what? Do you know why you have taken poison?"

Jin Ziwan closed his eyes, took a deep breath, turned his head away, and decided to beat Lu Duoyu when he went back, saying everything!

Before Jin Ziwan could say anything more, Gu Zhaohong covered his with his hand, and stretched out the other hand to turn his face back to look at him. This movement has far surpassed that of his friend. On this moonlit night, on this roof, at this distance from them, in the air filled with the sweet and greasy fragrance of flowers in Jiemeng Villa, it seemed even more ambiguous: "I just want to know, why do you take poison?"

Jin Ziwan saw himself in his pupils.

I saw plain clothes and white clothes and a wandering soul under the skin praised by the world.

He still didn't say the reason, even though they were so close, so close that Jin Ziwan could feel Gu Zhaohong's breath, so close that the bridge of his nose almost touched Gu Zhaohong's, so close that he seemed to be able to hear Gu Zhaohong's heartbeat .

Jin Ziwan originally didn't want to say a word, but Gu Zhaohong's gaze was too tender, and his breathing was too gentle, which made him seem to be bewitched at this moment, at a loss? He didn't know what he said.

He didn't know, but Gu Zhaohong did.

In those few words, every word pierced his heart and blood.

"In this life, life is not up to me, and death is not up to me. Even if it is to live? Naturally, I can't make the decision."

"Now I'm not qualified to have a name in life or death. It's just a pity that I can't have a complete and sincere person by my side."

"So if I die, what is there to regret?"

He had just woken up, and his energy was low. Talking? Talking? The voice became lower and lower until it was inaudible, but his breathing became longer, and he fell asleep again.

Gu Zhaohong looked down at his sleeping face.

Sleeping to see the gold later than waking up to see the gold is much more well-behaved.

Gu Zhaohong thought, he understands now.

The word "love" doesn't just mean that he is cute and treats him differently from ordinary people, but that his heart aches for him.

Gu Zhaohong is a gentle person.

But gentle people are always the hardest to be moved, and also the hardest to be controlled.He will not be tamed or bound, he is gentle because he is free, and when he really hurts for someone, he will no longer be gentle and lose his freedom.

Jin Ziwan seemed to have dreamed of something, he struggled in his arms twice, and frowned.

Gu Zhaohong reached out and rubbed his brows away, trying to rub away all his unspeakable pain.

The butterfly on the tip of his heart? It stopped.

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