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Except for the arrival of the two in charge that day, which made Qu Yan uneasy, the rest of the time was very leisurely. Qu Yan didn't have to go to work, and Liang Ting would bring them meals every day. Thinking of everything, Qu Yan added a few more sets of clothes, and replaced the quilt with thicker ones.

In this way, Qu Yan will spend more time with Kong Yunluo, and he will not be on guard against children, so he will use stories to talk about his past, saying that he makes a living by writing books, and his family has children. A kind nanny took care of him and said that he was abandoned by his parents when he was a child and was raised by his grandfather.

But Qu Yan found that he was gradually forgetting.He couldn't remember the chapters he wrote, the pattern on Aunt Luo's apron, and the photo of his grandfather that was next to his computer, and he couldn't remember the day he took it.

Maybe one day, he will blur his modern memory and think that the Qu Fan in Huafeng Mainland is his real self, and the Qu Fan in the past was just a dream he had.

Zhuang Zhou dreams of a butterfly, is he Zhuang Zhou or a butterfly?

Qu Fan felt panic, there was nothing here to prove that he was Qu Fan outside this world, if he was still forgetting, it was as if he was obliterating himself.

But from Kong Yunluo's point of view, Qu Fan was always telling nonsense stories, and he would keep silent while talking, which was inexplicable, and Kong Yunluo felt that he had involved himself in it, so stupid.

Kong Yunluo didn't want to spend his time listening to stories. He relied on the excuse of children's playful nature to run out every day and climb up the back mountain to find a way to cure the poison on his body.Now he doesn't worry about not having enough maple fruit, he has gotten used to the sour and bitter taste of maple fruit, and spends two hours a day fighting with poison with internal strength. Although the effect is not obvious, Kong Yunluo can feel his body getting hot every night, Seems like a sign.

On this day, Kong Yunluo came down from the mountain, holding a pheasant in his hand, which he hunted casually, intending to make up for the sick one.

He pushed the door open, and first smelled a smell of tobacco, a touch of bitterness and pungentness intertwined, which was not very pleasant.

Then I saw Qu Yan, who was sitting by the window, with his hand holding the cigarette stick on the window sill, and the cigarette holder against his lips, he took a puff between his mouth, the smoke curled out from between his lips, blurring his side Face.Kong Yunluo couldn't see his expression clearly, but he could feel the loneliness in Qu Fan's body, he was so thin, as if he was like this wisp of smoke, and he would disperse when the wind blows.

Kong Yunluo felt his chest being punched hard a few times, and his heart was throbbing for some reason.

Qu Yan turned his head, saw Kong Yunluo, and called out, "Luo Luo."

The draft blows in, the smoke in the room is blown out of the window, Qu Wen's face becomes clear, there are still faint bruises on his face, his eyebrows are delicate and delicate, his face is a little pale, his expression is tired, and the cigarette stick around his lips is even more vivid. He added a bit of weak willow but coquettish beauty.This face has taken off the timidity and shrinking, but there is still something remarkable about it.

Kong Yunluo stared blankly for a while, then frowned, he threw the pheasant on the ground, and said displeasedly: "You think life is too hard, and you want to freeze yourself to death?"

He kicked the door shut, walked over to Qu Wen, closed the window, and stared at the cigarette stick in Qu Wen's hand again.

Qu Yan hurriedly put the cigarette into the cup and extinguished it, and said with a guilty conscience, "I smoked for fun."

"Playing?" Kong Yunluo sneered, snatched the cigarette stick viciously, tapped Qu Yan's head and said: "Others can smoke and play, but I don't know how your body is? I think you want to play with your life!"

"Ouch!" Qu Yan hugged his head to hide, "I was wrong, you hurt me so much!"

"Pain is the lesson." Kong Yun said coldly, but still stopped.

Qu Yan rubbed his head, but laughed silly again.

The beauty she had just now was gone.

"Lolo, you're like grandpa. When I secretly smoked his cigarette, he hit me like this before." Qu Wen said, "But grandpa is gentler than you. Lolo, kids shouldn't be so violent, girls don't like boys like this .”

"I want you to take care of it." Kong Yunluo gave Qu Yan an arm again, and then motioned to the pheasant, "Drink chicken soup tonight."

Qu Fan let out a "wow", and praised Kong Yunluo endlessly. Although Kong Yunluo looked impatient, he still followed Qu Fan to help boil the water.

In the evening, the two of them ate delicious chicken soup and took a comfortable bath. Qu Yan diligently massaged Kong Yunluo's back and wanted to get back his cigarette stick.

"When I see it, I have a sense of familiarity with my grandpa. I promise to only use it to see things and think about others, and I will never smoke it." Qu Yan said very sincerely, saying that I don't smoke it, but I want to smell it.

Kong Yunluo said: "You can't even smell it." Then he felt a hand on his shoulder, and he sneered, he can't even tell a lie, you just die of stupidity.

In the end, Qu Yan still took back the tobacco rod, but the tobacco was thrown into the stove by Kong Yunluo in front of him.

Haishi, do not return to the villa.

The shadow of the moon is sparse, and the wind is cold and bleak.

In the center of the main courtyard, there was a person sitting under a big tree. She was dressed in white and looked up at the moon. The cold light fell on her face, making her complexion white and hazy.

"I send my sorrow and the bright moon, and I will follow you until Ye Langxi."

Dao Youyou's voice came from behind Lou Wenrun. She looked back, and there was a smile on Fengli's handsome face, as if she could take away the brilliance of the moon.

"When I saw Miss Lou, I thought of this poem." Feng Li walked to her side, "Thinking about someone?"

Lou Wenrun smiled lightly: "I'm a little worried. Every time he's not by my side, I always feel flustered."

"It's not a good man's behavior to worry about a beautiful woman like Miss Lou," Feng Li said.

"Brother Yun is the best." Lou Wenrun lowered her eyes.

"Associating with monsters, be careful not to become a monster yourself." Feng Li laughed.

Lou Wenrun looked up at him, puzzled in his eyes, "You and Brother Yun are both people who don't return to the villa, so don't you count as the same way?"

"No and no." Feng Li raised his finger and shook, "I'm just inheriting my father's career."

Speaking of this, Lou Wenrun's pupils flickered, and she asked softly, "Feng Li, do you hate Brother Yun?"

"Hate? You mean he killed my father?"

Lou Wenrun nodded.

"Hate is out of the question. After all, that old bastard deserves to die." Feng Li said, "But it's true that Kong Yunluo is annoying. If someone in this world can kill him, someone in Feng will definitely thank him."

As he said that, he bowed pretentiously, pretended to be panic, and said, "I'm really sorry, I shouldn't have said that in front of Miss Lou."

Lou Wenrun shook her head helplessly, and asked again: "Have you not had any missions recently?"

"Last time I went out and tied up a prince's youngest son, and crippled his hands and feet. Now the whole world is my wanted warrant. It's better to avoid the limelight." Although he was avoiding the limelight, his tone was extremely relaxed. For him, this kind of panic is probably an excuse to be lazy.

"No wonder there are always people calling these days." Lou Wenrun said, "The people from Yumen have been patrolling outside all day, isn't Ruan Yu angry with you?"

"How could it be?" Feng Li's eyes were dizzy with a smile, "I went there for a meal, but he kicked him out all the time. He has a bad temper."

"You're the one who annoys him the most. But when you're not around, he always mentions you."

"What did he say about me?" Feng Li was very interested.

"I hated you when you were here, and it's weird when you're not here." Lou Wenrun smiled slyly, "Although he didn't say it clearly, I heard what he meant."

The corners of Fengli's mouth could not stop curling up, and he gave Lou Wenrun a thumbs up.

"But I heard that you and Qian Xuan had a quarrel, so what's the matter?"

The corner of Feng Li's mouth twitched, and he said: "Who knew that madman, no one cared about him after Xiao Zhi left, did he go mad?"

Lou Wenrun gave him a disapproving look, "Don't say that about Qian Xuan, there must be some misunderstanding, just let it go."

Feng Li shrugged, noncommittal.

"I'll take you back, it's cold at night, don't catch a cold." Feng Li said gracefully.

Lou Yunrun shook his head, "I'll sit down for a while, the moon is so beautiful tonight...I feel like Brother Yun is coming back soon."

"Tomorrow will be a sunny day." Qu Yan stood at the window and looked at the night sky, "I hope the sun will come out, so I can dry the quilt. Lolo, you should also get more sun, otherwise you won't grow taller."

Kong Yunluo said coolly: "I will be tall whether I am exposed to the sun or not, but you have no hope of growing taller."

Qu Yan closed the window, turned around, walked in front of Kong Yunluo and pinched his nose, "You little brat, have you learned how to laugh at brother now?"

Kong Yunluo slapped his hands away, jumped onto the bed, lifted the quilt and rolled in, "I'm sleepy, sleep."

After Qu Yan extinguished the candle, he also got in, hugged the warm Kong Yunluo, Kong Yunluo struggled symbolically twice, then let him go with a snort.

"Luo Luo, brother will return to work tomorrow, you can't run around anymore." Qu Wen said.

"Are you going to farm again?" Kong Yunluo suddenly felt uncomfortable. In his opinion, such a weak person should write and read in the house instead of bending over to work in the field. Besides, these few days Whenever he comes back, he can always see Qu Fan, although it feels weird, but not bad.

"It's not farming." Qu Ming corrected, "I'm still worried about letting me waste the land. I just weed and pick vegetables according to the kitchen list. It's very easy."

But Kong Yunluo had seen Qu Wen's hand before, it was supposed to be used to hold a pen, but there was dirt in his nails that was difficult to wash off, Kong Yunluo kindly helped him pick it out, and he always complained of pain.

"Can't you not go, and you are not missing." Kong Yunluo said.

"Although there is no shortage, the side courtyard has taken me in and is kind to me, and Mr. Duan put me here. I will do my best to not let him down..." Qu Yan's voice became more and more The heavier it gets, the less audible it becomes in the end.

He just fell asleep.

Leaving Kong Yunluo feels uncomfortable, Mr. Duan, Duan Qianxuan?Qu Wen mentioned that it was Duan Qianjun who saved him, but his words seemed to put Duan Qianjun in a very important position.

Why?Duan Qianchun also killed many people, why didn't Qu Wen call him cruel?

The more Kong Yunluo thought about it, the worse his mood became, and he tossed and turned until late at night before slowly falling asleep.

He is dreaming.

In the dream, there was a dazzling red light, a huge fire, overwhelming burning, so hot, so painful.

"You are a work created by me, die with me!"

"Brother Yun, save me..."

The fire was burning his bones, his blood was boiling, as if countless hands were pulling desperately at his limbs——

Kongyun opened his eyes in a hurry.

His five senses became clear to the extreme, and the darkness lost its meaning in his eyes. He could hear the soft beeping of firewood in the stove, the rustling of leaves by the wind outside the house, and the gurgling of the mountain spring more than [-] meters away. Clearly.

Kong Yunluo turned his head to look, and beside him was Qu Wen'an's sleeping face.

It's still the same facial features, the same outline, but it's a little different from what he usually sees.

Qu Yan seemed to have become smaller.

Kong Yunluo was stunned for a moment, then his eyes darkened, he raised his hand, the joints were well-proportioned and slender, the palm looked a little thin, but it contained strength.

No, he got bigger.