Suo Jinling

Chen Jing tightened his finger bones, Lan Jingming was imprisoned, forced to raise his forehead, his neck stretched out in a long arc, and his flushed cheeks were pinched in the palm of his hand, like a ripe peach, wringing out dripping juice.

Lan Jingming didn't dare to breathe, and followed his strength to relax his body. The quilt was still warm. Chen Jing's body was scalding hot, and his hot flashes stuck together, and he rubbed them unconsciously. Pull it out from the back of Lan Jingming's neck, and pass it under the latter's waist, like hugging a large doll and hugging him in his arms.

After lying like this for a while, he seemed to think that Lan Jingming's chest was too hard. Chen Jing rubbed down, passed over his chest and approached his lower abdomen, slightly tilted his head, and stuck it to the bottom of Lan Jingming's abdomen. On the waist, smacking his lips in a daze: "So thin...you grew up drinking dew..."

Lan Jingming held his breath and didn't know how to answer. He has lived and slept all these years, and his muscles have been trained on the battlefield. There is hardly a trace of fat. Worried, not in the mood to feast, the only bit of fat disappeared, leaving only a thin piece of chest and abdomen, no wonder Ah Jing was uncomfortable lying down.

Lan Jingming raised his hand and rubbed it between his chest and abdomen a few times, trying to find a flexible place for Ah Jing to rest his forehead on, but as soon as he raised his arm, Chen Jing grabbed it and kneaded it hard After a few strokes, he pulled it over without hesitation, and pressed it against the bottom of his forehead to prevent it from moving.

He was obviously tall and burly, lying there with most of his long legs protruding out, unable to retract them, but at this moment, Chen Jing was like a puppy waiting to be fed, rubbing back and forth on Lan Jingming's chest and waist, arching his legs. The loose clothes fell off the bedding, as if to find the soft fur to cover the body, or to find a peaceful home, no one could tear it apart.

This person weighed heavily, and Lan Jingming was so overwhelmed that he could only relax his hands and feet and breathe lightly and shallowly. No one in the room spoke for a while, the candles flickered on the table, the shadows rose and fell, and the long-lost tranquility trickled down. It surged and enveloped the two of them.

Chen Jing's breathing gradually stabilized, and he seemed to be slowly falling asleep. Lan Jingming stared at the spider web above his head. A struggling flying insect was trapped inside. Form a small ball and can no longer move.

The incense in the room had been burning for a long time, and strands of it wafted out, lingering in his nose. Lan Jingming withdrew his gaze, turned his wrist upwards, stopped in mid-air and hesitated for a moment, then moved down slowly, touched the broken hair on the back of Chen Jing's neck, carefully Squeeze in the palm of your hand.

This hair is different from when I was young. When Ah Jing was young, his black hair was hard, and it was almost thorny to hold it. Now that he is older, it is much softer. There are fine hairs outside the hard black stubble, and it feels thick to the touch. , people just want to grab a few more times, pull out a few strands and play with them carefully.

Chen Jing was half asleep, half awake, with a splitting headache, muttering something, sweating from the smell of alcohol, many images of the past revolving in his mind, disturbing endlessly, wanting to fall asleep but restless, wanting to get up but unable to move, he Rubbing back and forth on Lan Jingming's body, rubbing it back to the neck from the lower abdomen, sticking it to Lan Jingming's ear and whispering: "I don't want to sleep anymore... accompany me to the mountains."

Lan Jingming's heart trembled, and he remembered something for no reason. He was about to ask where it was in the mountains, but Chen Jing had already stretched his body, with his arms around Lan Jingming's ears. Burning like a raging flame: "He is...he is waiting for me there."

Who?

Who is there?

Lan Jingming turned his head, his eyes shrank and trembled, and the next moment his arm was pulled up and slammed to the ground. Chen Jing pulled him and ran out the door. At this time, the night was getting dark, and the horse outside was roaring, and the horse saw its master coming out , excitedly kicking the four hooves, pacing back and forth, Chen Jing pushed Lan Jingming to the front, straddled him behind him, raised the long whip, and let the horse turn half of the body and step on the snow, leading them Pentium up.

The cold wind rushed head-on, and the surging snow waves choked into the throat. Lan Jingming was dragged out from under the quilt. His clothes were thin and shivering, arched up from the cold, and stuck to Chen Jing's chest unconsciously. Chen Jing was sober by the wind and snow. In a minute, he half-closed his eyes, and saw Lan Jingming shrunk into a ball, raised his hand to untie the robe on his body, the thick black robe turned into a soft bedding like a huge net, wrapping Lan Jingming in front of his body.

The two were riding together on horseback, with their backs pressed against their chests, and the heat wave was rolling in. Lan Jingming hid most of his body in the thick robe, his forehead was still cold after warming his body, the alternation of hot and cold refreshed his mind, and his drowsiness faded away. The long-lost pleasure rises.

He used to love galloping horses the most. Whenever everyone camped at night, he would go to the forest alone, whistle to call Xiaobai out, grab the fur on Xiaobai's back, let the giant wolf gallop with him, and enjoy the happy time .

He remembered that he used to sit on Xiaobai's back, overlooking the scenery of Yongkang City in the distance. Now the years pass by like a fleeting moment, and many memories of the past are gone with the wind, and he can't catch them.

Chen Jing tightened the reins and rode his horse galloping, led the men up the high slope, crossed the stream, stepped over the whitened stones, passed over the towering giant trees, and went straight to the depths of the dense forest.

The scenery on this road seems familiar. Lan Jingming has planned the route several times nearby and arranged the details of the wooden house. Over the years, he has never forgotten it. Seeing that he is getting closer to the wooden house, he feels uneasy, his teeth are chattering, and he bites the tender flesh between his lips and throat. There was a fishy smell at the bottom, and a faint desire to escape.

The closer he was to the hunter's hut, the stronger the guilt in his heart. A few years ago, he stood in the river and waited for Ah Jing, the tiger-headed prey. Enter this handful of black robes, wrap yourself up, and turn into white snow blowing in the wind.

No matter how much he struggles in his heart, what should come will never escape. Lan Jingming knows that Ah Jing can't recognize him, Ah Jing just can't get over the gap in his heart, maybe they are about to get married... Ah Jing wants to be with him Let's make a break in the past.

Patting the horse all the way to the river, the moonlight floated in the water, several pieces of ice floes were scattered on the river, and the snow fell and melted silently on his shoulders. Chen Jing pulled off his coat, threw it on the bank, and stepped forward into the river a few steps , scooped up a handful of ice water, and slapped it all over his face. After rubbing for a long time, he still didn’t wake up. He lowered his head and buried himself in the water, gurgling out bubbles. His black hair was soaked and stuck behind his ears. In the water, icy water poured from the gaps in the muscles, and the wet pants stuck between the legs, which outlined a proud silhouette.

"Come here," Chen Jing wiped his face, turned his head from the river, looked at the shore from a distance, "take off your clothes and come here."

Lan Jingming didn't want to go into the water.

He stood by the river, moved back a few steps, shook his head and tried to escape, when his legs and feet just moved away, someone pinched his calf and suddenly dragged him into the water.

With a plop, Lan Jingming fell into the water, his clothes stuck to his body, his broken hair covered his eyes, and the water rolled down from the corners of his brows and eyes, covering most of the scars. Chen Jing's chest trembled slightly, and he groped with his fingers, pinching Lan Jingming's jaw, and looked carefully other side.

Lan Jingming dodged backwards, and crawled to the bank as soon as he said it was cold, trying to escape with hands and feet. Chen Jing was half awake from alcohol, but his head was still hurting.

The two climbed to the shore one after the other. Lan Jingming ignored each other and just wanted to grab the saddle and climb onto the horse's back. Before taking two steps, he was held down by the back. Chen Jing easily picked him up and carried him head down. on the shoulders, and sprinted toward the hunter's cabin.

Since fleeing back to Beiyi, Lan Jingming has never been here again. He thought that this place is so inaccessible that it has been snowing for years, the wooden house should have been buried long ago, and the wood would have been corroded. Smelling the fragrance of fruit, someone planted a few fruit trees in the yard, and they actually produced yellow and clear fruits in this cold winter month.

Ah Jing has been sending someone to take care of this small courtyard?

Before Lan Jingming could react, the wooden door squeaked and was pushed open from the outside. When he entered the door, he smelled faint sandalwood. Lan Jingming struggled and turned his head. The Buddha statue was still there. It is covered with dewdrops, and it is obvious that it was replaced not long ago.

The furnishings in the room have not changed at all, even the teapot that was placed on the table before is in the same place, the tables and chairs look clean, as if they have been wiped several times, a few charcoal pots are burning in the corner, and the bedding is freshly washed , with a faint soapy fragrance.

"If he comes back, seeing that I have been sending someone to take care of these things, he will come to me." Chen Jing put Lan Jingming into the quilt, sat on the edge of the slump, inserted his fingers into his hair, and kneaded it a few times. , "But he never came back."

Should we make a break with the past?

It's time to make a break.

After getting married, she couldn't let herself be so decadent, and spend the rest of her life guarding the dream that she couldn't return.

The daughter of Prince Rui's family is innocent and clever. If she marries into the General's Mansion, she will entrust the rest of her life to him, and he must take responsibility.

The forehead was twitching and throbbing, the blue veins were surging like waves, the pain was so dizzying, Chen Jing couldn't sit still, he lay on his back, he always had a splitting headache these days, and the medicine didn't help, The doctor said that heart disease still needs heart medicine to heal. Ordinary soups and medicines can't cure the outside, but they can only increase comfort.

He raised his hands across his eyes, feeling that the light reflected from the snow would be dazzling, he pressed a pair of cold hands on his temples, and pressed his calloused fingertips against them, slowly massaging them in circular motions.

Chen Jing was lying on the couch beside Lan Jingming, his vitals were in the captive's hands, his forehead was like a fragile plank, as long as the captive exerted a little force... Chen Jing knew that he would die on the spot, even the immortal Da Luo couldn't save him return.

The cold wind is howling outside, and the snow is falling. The hut seems to be built on the top of a snow-capped mountain, standing there alone. There are two people snuggling up for warmth. The poisonous wine is so delicious, knowing that it will burn the intestines to death, but I can't help but raise my head and drink them all in one gulp.

Lan Jingming's arm trembled and was tightly clenched.

The next moment the world was spinning, he was pushed into the mattress, his soaked clothes were ripped off, and he was thrown on the ground indiscriminately.

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