Suo Jinling

This night was turned into a red wave, lingering constantly, and I couldn't tell when it would stop. Lan Jingming was exhausted, and I didn't know when he fell asleep. In his dream, he felt cold all over, and unconsciously posted it on the heat source. When he woke up in the middle of the night, he posted it on Chen. Jing's chest was sandwiched between his feet, and the heavy quilt covered his body. Most of Chen Jing's body was exposed outside, but he was still like a charcoal stove. A steady stream of heat waves rolled in and surrounded him. in the middle.

After doing so, he lost consciousness, couldn't open his eyes, and felt that his whole body was soaked. He held the skin and twisted it casually, and the water came out. After Ah Jing changed, Lan Jingming slowed down his breathing, turned half of his body outward, turned his wrist downward, hooked Chen Jing's little finger, and held it in his palm.

The crescent moon hangs in the night sky, and the cold light overflows from the sky. Lan Jingming lies quietly, his thoughts follow the wind, and he returns to the snowy night when he first saw him in a trance. They were in the middle, and that day Ah Jing was terrified and disheartened, but the next day he still had to bite the bullet and tore off the cloth towel and wrapped it around his feet.

It would be great if we were not born with such opposites...

If a person can choose his own origin, if he and Ah Jing are women, can they spend the rest of their lives together in an open and honest manner.

Lan Jingming clenched his palms tightly, his chest was suddenly suffocated, his lungs were twisted into a heap as if being squeezed by a big hand, his eyes were wide open, cold sweat broke out all over his body, his breath was choked in his throat, as if being blocked by a heavy object, his eyes were red The day turned around, and a fishy smell came out of his nose. The pain was different from before. In the past, he could twist his body and press the pain to bear it, but now he seemed to be welded by a soldering iron. Tie, he couldn't breathe out with his mouth open, he couldn't move his hands when he wanted to cover his chest, he was like a disabled person, stiff as an iron plate, he let his chest be hit by a heavy hammer, the chest cavity was smashed by the hammer, and the flesh and blood were torn apart.

There was a buzzing in his ears, and the crushing pain lasted for an unknown amount of time before it finally subsided. Lan Jingming carefully moved his fingers, his cochlea wobbled, as if he was carrying something or lifting something, he quietly raised his hand After wiping, a trace of blood overflowed on the back of his hand and flowed down. Lan Jingming hurriedly raised his hand and swallowed the blood mist into his stomach. As his lips quivered, he felt that the blood was thicker. There was a bloodstain.

Lan Jingming was dazed for a moment, then slowly sat up, rubbing his fingers a few times, taking advantage of the moonlight pouring in from the window lattice, he came down lightly along the edge of the window, and squatted in front of the bronze mirror.

He seemed to have just come out of the battlefield, half of his face was painted messily by himself, as if splashed with ink, and mottled blood stains slipped out. He shook his forehead lightly, and heard a soft rustle, and the throbbing thing on his chest was no longer regular. Sometimes it is light, sometimes it is heavy, sometimes it is heavy and sometimes it is slow, like an incense clock in disrepair, ready to stop swinging at any time.

Lan Jingming's back was bent, his elbows rested on his knees, his forehead was buried in his palms, his fingers were bent into hooks, his eyelids were numb, and he tried his best to stop the trembling.

Before, he could convince himself to accept his fate and look forward, but when this day came, he still wanted to escape.

He is still far from half the life span of ordinary people, how can he be willing.

But what can he do if he is unwilling, everyone has aspirations, everyone has his own destiny, man is not as good as God, since the sky wants to accept him, he can only deal with it calmly.

Lan Jingming couldn't roll all over the floor, cry and wipe away his tears, begging God to worship Buddha and burning incense to pray, he accepted his own fate, it was God's blessing that he could see Ah Jing in the end, if he wanted to see He Zhongyin again... ···This wish cannot be fulfilled. If there is really that Meng Po soup in the underworld, he will drink a few more bowls, forget the bloody killings, and erase the past.

He sat silently, like a dead grass planted in the yard, whose back was broken by the strong wind, and the grass seeds were scattered all over the ground.

He thought he would cry, but the tears dried up, his eye sockets were filled with wind and sand, and nothing could overflow.

After a long time, the sky was twilight, he tidied himself up, tiptoed back to the edge, squeezed into Chen Jing's arms, and quietly closed his eyes.

He was reluctant to rest, let alone waste his life, but this body was not under his control. He didn't know how long he had slept in a daze, and when he woke up, he saw Ah Jing's back. A blush that extends below the earbones.

Lan Jingming turned half of his body and stared quietly at the person. If they were an ordinary couple, they would be so happy if they lived in ordinary clothes, worked at sunrise and went in at sunset.

Thinking of this, he got up from the couch, wrapped his arms around Chen Jing's neck, turned over and sat on Chen Jing's lap, his calf bent into a bow, and wrapped around the latter's back.

The breath was close at hand, and the silk thread brushed against the ears. Chen Jing sat stiffly, subconsciously tightened his arms, and pulled him to his chest.

Yesterday's drunken ugliness resurfaced, circling in his mind, making him unable to bear to look back. Chen Jing used one hand to knead his hair, only to feel that he had become a stupid fool again, full of words colliding in his stomach, bumping into each other. There was a bang and bang, and I couldn't utter half a word.

Lan Jingming didn't say much, he just put his face against Chen Jing's stubble, brushed it lightly, and stroked it carefully. Chen Jing tightened his arms, feeling that he was about to explode again. He was almost at a loss for this man, just A fledgling boy, he wants to raise the flag anytime, anywhere.

"Wait for me..."

Chen Jing wanted to say that when I took the head of Lanchi Aguda, but he stopped at the moment he said two words, and he swallowed it back into his stomach forcefully. Qi, we can only take Landau in the dungeon for real surgery.

"You won't tie you up with chains anymore, you stay in the mansion, and I will make arrangements for myself in the future," Chen Jing gritted his teeth, put his five fingers around the back of Lan Jingming's neck, and rubbed them for a while, reluctant to use his strength, "There are three meals a day. I'll arrange it, and I won't treat you badly."

No matter how much he can say, the two people's skin is close to each other and the heat is blending. He has a strong desire for this person. Manpower can resist, he originally sneered at these, he only felt that those people described it as obscene and disgusted him, but now after experiencing it personally, he knows that this statement is true, even worse than that.

If this person is let go, he is afraid that he will really be a monk for the rest of his life.

"Then I have to roast chicken, duck, goose, osmanthus cake, plum cake, mung bean cake and white fungus soup every day." Lan Jingming blinked, "I can't miss anything."

Lan Jingming stuck to Chen Jing's shoulder, enjoying the illusory and stolen tranquility, his eyes were clear, his throat muttered, his fingers circled on Chen Jing's arm, and he gave orders without a teacher: "I don't like those emerald and tinkling things. Toy, don't use it for me again."

These words made Chen Jing blush, he coughed lightly, and tilted his head slightly: "I can agree to these, but you can't lie to me."

Lan Jingming's heart trembled, Chen Jing moved his palms forward, and pressed Lan Jingming into his arms. The two chests touched, and thumping sounds came alternately. Chen Jing clenched his fists and breathed out word by word, seeming to comfort or threaten : "I... hate others to lie to me the most. If I get caught, I don't know what I will do."