No.30 Eight Lovers

During this time, Wu Shixun tasted the marrow to know the taste, and he was deeply involved in it.Now, if Luhan wants to ask for more, Wu Shixun will give it.

People who support each other should comfort each other.

It was very painful, even though Lu Han was careful, Wu Shixun could not bear the cold sweat.

"pain?"

Wu Shixun didn't answer, and Luhan didn't withdraw his finger, he lowered his head and kissed his bent knee, "Just wait..."

"relax……"

Luhan moved step by step, his movements were gentle and slow, trying to enter a little bit, Wu Shixun groaned in pain.Reluctantly encouraging Lu Han to continue, to enter a little bit more, Wu Shixun finally couldn't help but cry out in pain.

Stopping his movements, Luhan leaned over on Wu Shixun's chest, and closed his eyes quietly.

"what happened?"

"Wait until you get used to it."

"It's so sweet. I will be careful in the future, so as not to hurt you..."

Lu Han nodded, "Okay."

"Sehun..."

"Ok?"

"You worked hard for me."

Wu Shixun was silent for a moment, then smiled, "My daughter-in-law, why are you working so hard?"

"I know everything, about Han, about cooperation..."

"Did he tell you?"

"Ah."

"Damn! This turned out to be a surprise!"

"Hearing from other people what you have done for me, besides being pleasantly surprised, I am also moved." Luhan looked up and met Wu Shixun's eyes, his gaze was full "I love you, Wu Shixun, you have engraved everything about you into my heart You are right, I really can't live without you in this life."

Standing up, Luhan slowly withdrew from Wu Shixun's body.

"what happened?"

"It hurts too much..." Luhan smiled, lowered his head and unbuttoned his shirt one by one, "It's always like being torn apart for the first time." Looking intently at Wu Shixun, Luhan clearly said "I I don't want you to hurt..."

Taking out that lipstick, Luhan slowly painted himself that bright red, like a raging fire.

He smiled enchantingly, "I will never look old, Wu Shixun, I will always be so beautiful..."

Please also always love me like this.

"fool……"

Lu Han smiled and shook his head, leaned over Wu Shixun, stretched out his hand behind him and untied the rope.

"Now you are free..." Whispering in Wu Shixun's ear, Wu Nong softly said, "Do what you want."

Turning over, Wu Shixun pressed Lu Han under his body, he looked at Lu Han seriously, brushed his red lips lightly with his fingertips, gently wiped off the vermilion on his lips, and tapped on the center of his eyebrows, a little beauty spot of cinnabar, then So glamorous and refined.

"You are beautiful, even when you are gone. I will love you, when your face grows old, when your money is gone."

Love, except for those roses and diamonds, youthful appearance, the rest may be a lifetime.

ch46.

[I want to keep you in my heart all the time, can you just smile at me because you are what I want, to become a better self for you]

This city is very quiet, with a slow pace of life, people live comfortably, quietly feeling the steady pulse under their feet.

In the second year after leaving home, Park Chanyeol was still the same Park Chanyeol, heartless, brainless, riding a fiery red bicycle through the streets of Seattle.

There is no kapok in this city, and there is never any season of the year. Everyone knows it because of the climate, except Park Chanyeol.In spring, he rode his bicycle to look for it, and then he searched for it all spring.

The only kapok tree I found was in the church of Pian, where the flowers were blooming in a decaying Gothic building.

No one came here to pray for a long time. The old nun picked up the fiery red tray on the ground and said with a helpless smile that there is a new church nearby, which is magnificent and brand new, and even the missionaries are famous!

People love the new and hate the old, the nun sighed.

Then why is he, Park Chanyeol, obsessed with the past?

"This tree..."

"It was planted by a passing missionary. It survived all kinds of difficulties. It is beautiful and prosperous. The local people call it "FaceAll", a brave man who faces everything."

face it all...

"Young people, the beauty of kapok lies in its earnestness and persistence. The flowers and leaves do not meet each other. It is not only manjusawa that is so poignant, but kapok is also waiting."

He seemed to understand, but Park Chanyeol remembered, and the camera brought the tree to Park Chanyeol's side.

Sitting on the bus going to school, the windows were wide open, as if the person who was always motion sick was sitting next to him, and he said that I was not motion sick, but just wanted to breathe.The leisurely people on the side of the road were chatting and laughing, and the song "Someonelikeyou" was in the earphones, a melody that Lu Han would always hum to someone like you.

Turn the photo into a postcard, and the fiery red kapok is blooming very well.Park Chanyeol flipped through it repeatedly, smiled brightly, took out a pen, put the postcard on the schoolbag, and wrote down his thoughts on the bumpy bus.

How many loved your moments of glad grace

andlovedyourbeautywithlovefalseortrue

But I am the only one who loved the pirgrimsoulinyou

In the early sun, the ink black still exudes a simple fragrance of ink.

Carefully put it into the schoolbag and hold the schoolbag in my arms.

The moving car stopped slowly after walking a few steps.

"Wait! Please wait me!"

The caller finally caught up with the bus, thanked the kind-hearted uncle driver, and slowly made his way to Park Chanyeol's side.

"Student," he said loudly, in perfect Chinese, through Park Chanyeol's earphones with joy, "Is there someone sitting next to you?"

Raising his head, the man's eyebrows and eyes were curved, and his clean face was mixed with the soft light of the warm sun, which was clean and pure.

After being stunned for a moment, Park Chanyeol smiled, "It's just in time, sit down."

He sat beside Park Chanyeol with his schoolbag in his arms.

"Hi, my name is Byun Baek-hyun."

Park Chanyeol smiled and held each other's hand, "Park Chanyeol, or you can call me..."

"Big fool!"

"You're so clever, little man."

No more words, Byun Baekhyun smiled quietly and contentedly.

After running halfway around the world, I finally found you...

"Don't hide it." Wu Shixun pretended to be indifferent and waved his hands, but his eyes stared at the postcard across the ocean from time to time, "I'm not interested."

childish!

Luhan wrinkled his little nose at Wu Shixun mischievously, and entered the room with the postcard.

Park Chanyeol's elegant font is very beautiful, Lu Han smiled.

"Wait!" The person who was just strolling and caring rushed in, "I want to see the content!"

"It's for me."

"I just want to see!"

He is clearly domineering but also confident!Luhan gave the postcard to Oh Sehun, and Park Chanyeol's short three-line poem almost made him faint from anger.

It was a poem written by the German poet Yeats to the girl he loved bitterly. It is very beautiful and moving.

Many people admire your youthful and joyful moments,

I adore your beauty, fake or true heart,

But I alone love your pilgrim soul...

And the final signature was Byun Baek-hyun...

Finally, the jealous Wu Shixun smiled knowingly.

"Don't be jealous anymore?"

Luhan looked at Wu Shixun with some amusement, and teased him.

"It's only natural for me to be jealous!" Wu Shixun stuttered a little, and quickly changed the subject, "Where are you going?"

After tidying up the suitcase, Lu Han heaved a sigh of relief, and sat on the suitcase to rest.

"Accompany you on a business trip."

"Aren't you going to be busy with the fashion show?"

"It's basically over."

"You're afraid of heights, and you don't like flying at all."

"..."

Holding Lu Han's hand, Wu Shixun felt at ease, he didn't want Lu Han to be too tired.Kissing his hair, "Wait for me to come back."

"The Malaysia Airlines crashed, and there was an earthquake in Yunnan..." Luhan said without thinking, he got out of Wu Shixun's arms, and he was very serious, "Sehun, I can overcome my fear of heights but I can't overcome my panic... ..."

Who will know which one will come first, tomorrow or disaster...

For Zhang Yixing, the current life is already a gift from God to him.

It’s not always because of pessimism. Zhang Yixing is more and more used to counting the time to live. When he opens his eyes and sees the rising sun tomorrow, he will be very grateful. He will live every day as the end, a little tired but more grateful, maybe that’s right, people If it's not until the temporary period, you don't know what it's like to be alive.

The mood is different, and everything under the strokes will be different. The off-white wide-necked gown reveals a bit of elegance, and the softness of pure cotton becomes warmer.

The tailoring was done meticulously, the sewing machine tapped stitches together, picking up every excess thread, and smoothing out every bump and roughness, Zhang Yixing was very serious and did it himself.

The night wind is very gentle, with the romantic and charming sweetness of brandy, mixed with the intoxicating fragrance of vodka, and the beauty of this city.Looking down at the soft and warm beige, Zhang Yixing looked at the distant colors outside the window, his vision gradually blurred.

As soon as his back warmed up, Wu Yifan's temperature was like the morning sun with the faint ambergris, becoming clearer and more moving.The warm fingertips seemed to have magic power, stroking his face throbbing one after another, a little uneasy, a little at a loss.

It was not a dream!

Zhang Yixing opened his eyes, Wu Yifan squatted beside him, looking up at his sleeping face quietly!

The dim light has a kind of simplicity and warmth, it can blur many edges and corners, making everything quiet and stable, Wu Yifan in the light is no longer harsh, but becomes softer, just like the pure cotton in the palm of his hand.