Dressed as an actor in the Qing Dynasty

, One day he will see someone like this crazily, the desire in his heart grows endlessly like a vine, easily encroaching on everything in him, including his usual calmness and rationality, yet he actually indulged this strange feeling so frankly.

Before coming to Danba, set up a situation where the two meet each other, maybe that person will come forward and pat him on the shoulder and say "Long time no see" with a smile, or smile at him, or even give him a slight nod, he suddenly He didn't dare to ask extravagantly, if he could see a trace of surprise in that person's slender eyes, even if it was just for a fleeting moment, he would have nothing more to ask for.

However, when he finally saw that person, his feet were like lead.

The wind is rustling, and there are a few vicissitudes of life in the air, and there is a dead silence. Deep in the woods, there is a man standing tall, and the wind blows his clothes.

The man quietly looked at the mountains in the distance, outlined the mountains with a few strokes of light ink, a handsome man standing in the wind, with exquisite facial features, and a beautiful smile, everything was so shockingly beautiful that one couldn't help but feel that he would become a feather in the next moment Feixian, leave this world of mortals far away.

The man's heart suddenly tightened, making him unable to breathe. He clenched his fists, "Pour... into the pool."

The man turned around slowly, the wind was tight, the belt was fluttering unscrupulously in the air, his eyes met him, and then he slowly curled the corner of his mouth, just like the smile that the man showed him in the past, with a hint of his unique style in the plain.

"You're here?" the man said, his tone so light that it could melt into the breeze, and slowly stretched out his hand to him.

What kind of hands are those?

The white greasy jade fat was instantly splashed with a layer of thick ink and colorful red, vivid and dripping, and the thin white fingertips were bare and bloody.

The man's vision was a little vague, his hand was stretched in the air for a long time, but no one was holding it, his dark eyes were faintly lost for a moment, and he whispered on his lips, "It turns out that there is no one."

It is almost imperceptible to sigh and die with the wind.

He rushed forward suddenly, grabbed the man's hand and pulled him into his arms fiercely, hugging him tightly with all his strength.

The man was slightly surprised, stretched out his hand to encircle his broad back, lightly gripped his clothes with his fingers, and then chuckled lightly, "I knew it."

Suddenly felt that he was so weak, obviously the other person's body was in his arms at this moment, but he couldn't help trembling, "Qingchi...Qingchi...Qingchi..."

He kept calling that person's name in a low voice, as if this could burn the other person into his heart.

"Heh..." The man smiled lowly, stroked his back slowly, and murmured, "Hold me tight."

"……well!"

The wind blew up the wild sand all over the sky, and it was dim and endless. The dusty barracks gradually emerged a figure of a man, stepping on the wanton and dancing yellow sand, his steps were steady, but all the noise stopped by the man's ears. Holding a man in his arms, the man in his arms was dressed in a blood-stained robe, with an incomparably handsome face, resting on the man's shoulder, with a slight smile on his lips, his sleeping face was soft and beautiful.

Everyone will never forget this scene. Two years later, with the roar of artillery fire and the corpses of broken swords lying on the battlefield, these two people still maintained this posture, one handsome and the other beautiful, until their figures gradually disappeared in the noisy artillery fire .

Hope to end life and death, live up to the king's heart and live up to the king.

Everyone still remembered that the next day after that, the second victory in the Battle of Jinchuan lasted for five years.

……

The sound of orderly footsteps outside the camp came from far and near, and gradually receded. Someone lifted the curtain and came in, holding a steaming washbasin in his hand. The heat was particularly strong in winter, and an ordinary face was exposed behind the steam. "Are you awake?"

The man nodded his head, his flat voice did not fluctuate, "Fell asleep again."

The third child put down the washbasin and stood there for a while, feeling that he was quite redundant, so he went out.

When the people outside the camp saw the third child coming out of the tent, they immediately rushed up to him, asking each other one after another, "How is it?"

The third child was squeezed out of breath, "Wake up."

A group of people returned to the camp and got together. The seventh brother, Chen Da, said, "Third brother, don't say you keep half and half, how is fourth brother?"

Everyone nodded and urged Zhang Caigui to continue, but Zhang Caigui scratched his head rudely, "I don't know."

"Aren't you going in?"

"Go in and take a look and you'll know, then why don't you go in." After finishing speaking, Zhang Caigui sighed, "Don't ask anything, people are alive, and no one will mention this in the future, just pretend nothing happened .”

Everyone was silent, everyone vaguely knew something in their hearts, but everyone tacitly kept this matter in their hearts.

In the past few days, the follow-up people have arrived here one after another. In the barracks, another piece of land was set up under the mountainside to set up camp. It was lively and noisy, but the tent was very quiet. Just after a brazier was built in the tent and some charcoal was added, when he turned his head, he saw Su Qingchi sitting on the head of the bed, looking at him.

"Did you start a fire?" Su Qingchi asked, his complexion was slightly rosier than the previous two days.

"Well, can it be warmer?" He walked over and tucked the quilt on both sides for him.

Su Qingchi nodded, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, but there was no light in his beautiful eyes. In the past, the eyes were cold and cold, but now there was only a gloomy look.

He raised his hand, knowing that the person couldn't see him at this time, he still hesitated for a moment, stroked the person's cheek, and rubbed the person's white cheek with his thumb through the thin callus, the movement was gentle, for fear of hurting him.The skin on the fingertips is smooth, with a hint of coolness, as delicate as fat, and as cool as jade.

The man smiled, rolled his eyes, and became more charming for no reason. He said softly, "Aren't you afraid?"

"What?" Looking into the man's eyes, the voice was low and gentle.

"I killed someone." Su Qingchi said calmly.

Thinking of the lying dead body in the cave, its face was blurred, its limbs were mutilated, its eyes were open in fear, it was strange and ferocious.

"The dagger pierced his chest with one click. That sound is very beautiful." Su Qingchi said in a daze, with a smile on his lips, but his body trembled, as if he had fallen into a bloodthirsty excitement, and his face became strange.

My heart skipped a beat, "Qingchi?"

Su Qingchi still said to himself, with a strange brilliance in his dim eyes, "It turns out... that blood is hot."

"Qingchi! Wake up!!" shouted.

Su Qingchi came back to his senses, and frowned, "You hurt me."

After staring at Su Qingchi for a long time, he let go of his hand slightly, a sense of fear rose in his heart in vain, this feeling came after Su Qingchi woke up, he always felt that Su Qingchi acted too quietly, now, it was like dead silence Quiet was unexpectedly all eerie before.

"What's wrong?" Su Qingchi looked at him.

"Nothing." He took a deep breath, let it out long, and then smiled, "Are you hungry?"

Su Qingchi smiled, "A little bit."

"What to eat?" He softened his tone.

"Eat?" Su Qingchi murmured, his expression fluctuated, but his complexion became paler and paler.

Stepped forward and hugged him, abruptly interrupting him, "Don't be blind! Do you hear me?"

Su Qingchi was stunned by the yelling, and he let him be hugged tightly. Hearing the man's strong heartbeat, Su Qingchi's expression gradually calmed down, and he stretched out his arms to hug the man. He seemed to be talking, but also seemed to be talking to himself Say to yourself, "What if I'm crazy?"

"...No, no."

Hold the other person's handsome cheeks close at hand, and tell him over and over again.It was the first time to look at that person's facial features so closely, and smiled wryly. He should have known that he had already taken this person into his heart when he first met him, otherwise he wouldn't care so much about the relationship between him and his elder brother. Otherwise, he would not have devoted so much effort to teaching Su Baoer martial arts, otherwise he would not have seen him lying on the bank of the moat being tortured by the rain on that rainy night, and his heart would have slipped and felt a dull pain for a moment.

At the beginning, he was so amazing and stunning, and was famous as Su Qingchi in the capital, but now he was asked what he would do if he went crazy.

Within a few days, there were rumors in the military camp that Master Qian had died, and his body was found in a dense forest not far from the military camp. There was no wound on his body, and he was buried alive, and that pit was the place where Qiao Xiaogui was buried alive, so Some people say that Qiao Xiaogui didn't die back then, but crawled out of the pit to take revenge.

He had no time to pay attention to those rumors, Su Qingchi's situation was up and down, so he had no time to be distracted.

This day, he settled Su Qingchi to sleep, and as soon as he got out of the tent, he heard a few people whispering about something. He vaguely heard the words cave, dense forest, etc. Since what happened to Su Qingchi, he was extremely sensitive to these words, and couldn't help but Pay more attention to two points.He has practiced martial arts since he was a child, so his hearing is naturally much sharper than that of ordinary people, so he heard the whispers of the three people clearly without any effort, and then his expression changed drastically.

In the dense forest outside the camp, the three of them walked and talked all the way, their pace getting slower and slower.

A man with pimples on his head looked around, "How about... shall we go back?"

"You don't want money?" said another ugly, burly man, and then spat, "If it wasn't for the money, I would have come here with him to suffer?"

"Second brother, why do you think the boss died?" The small-eyed man asked.

"Stabbed to death."

"Second, second brother, is your surname Su Lai here for revenge?" The man with scars shuddered.

"Surname Su?" The burly man laughed loudly, "You say that woman looks like an actress? Tsk tsk, I killed so many people, this is the most fucking cool."

"Hey hey." The small-eyed man licked his lips and smiled wretchedly, "Isn't it? It's more comfortable than a woman's service, but it's a pity that I got blood all over after doing it. It's really bad luck."

"Hmph, cheap short-lived ghost, he takes the money, he dominates the people, he deserves to be bitten off a piece of meat."

[Second master was not there that day, so he didn't see me and the old doctor open his mouth to see something, but he actually...bitten off a piece of each other's flesh. ]

What Mojiu said back then still lingers in his mind.

The three of them spoke and laughed wantonly, presenting the humiliation that person suffered that day one by one, dripping with blood.

His chest seemed to have been hit with a blunt instrument, his fists were clenched, Shen Jing's eyes turned red, he didn't hate it like today!

A gust of wind blew, the long sword was unsheathed, and piercing chant pierced the sky.

Su Qingchi was in a trance while holding the bow and arrow, when he heard familiar footsteps, he raised his head and looked towards the entrance of the tent, with a slight smile, "You're back?"

"Yeah." Seeing him getting out of bed, he was slightly taken aback, put down his sword and walked, "Why are you up?"

Su Qingchi didn't answer him, but stopped what he was doing, "On you..."

After a pause, he burst out laughing, "What?"

"Have you changed your clothes?"

"Well, I just... took a shower." He said, and then he was taken aback for a moment, staring blankly at Su Qingchi's eyes.

Su Qingchi smiled, "What's wrong?"

Holding his face in his hands, he stared fieryly into Su Qingchi's beautiful eyes, and his tone couldn't hide his excitement, "Can you see it?"

"I could already feel the light yesterday, but I just couldn't see it clearly. Today I woke up and felt much better..." Su Qingchi felt a little uncomfortable being looked at by those fiery eyes. He couldn't help but look away, but he didn't let go. His eyes moved to his lips.

Su Qingchi lowered his eyelids and struggled a little, but the man's palm became more and more hot, burning his skin inch by inch, disturbing the water in the pond.

Looking at those two beautifully shaped lips, he breathed a little bit, as if his heartstrings had been tugged at by the man's lightly trembling eyelashes, without any hesitation, he leaned over to hold those attractive thin lips deeply, relying on male instinct, gently and softly Deeply plundering the fragrance in the opponent's mouth.Taste such a graceful taste, just touch it and you will eat the marrow to know the taste. Immediately, your strong arms wrap around the opponent's slender waist, turning the turbulent tide in the body into body fluid and pouring it into the opponent's mouth.

The two hugged each other, their lips tossed and turned, intertwined and entwined, they were so intertwined that they were inseparable.

After the kiss, both of them felt a little hot.

It was night, and the two of them were lying on the bed, neither feeling sleepy.

For more than half a month, Su Qingchi was always awake for a while, and in a trance for a while, and for the convenience of taking care of him, he fell asleep with him every night.

After a long silence, Su Qingchi suddenly said in a low voice: "Thank you."

"What?" I was immersed in my own thoughts, but I didn't hear clearly. When I turned my head, the man was breathing evenly, and he was already sound asleep.

A smile appeared on his usually stern face at this moment.