Touch the cold

The summer rain is torrential, like splashing ink.The door of the house was closed tightly, masking the sound of the rain outside.

"Hmm..." Mo Zijin took a sip of jasmine tea and muttered, frowning and looking at Qin Yi. He waited until the fragrance of the flower filled his mouth before swallowing it, and said to Qin Yi, "I don't understand."

Qin Yi put his face on his hands and smiled helplessly. He had been teaching Mo Zijin to read his own sign language for a few days, but it was a pity that he hadn't made any progress after teaching him for many days, which made him feel that Mo Zijin was better than those in the Qin family The boy is even more stupid.

Looking at Qin Yi's expression, Mo Zijin tilted his head and smiled secretly, then turned his head and put on an impatient look, and asked Qin Yi, "Why don't you just write and ask me to learn these things?"

Qin Yi shook his head lightly and made two simple gestures.

"I understand that." Mo Zijin tapped the table with his knuckles, "You don't think it's troublesome."

Qin Yi looked at Mo Zijin.

Mo Zijin avoided his gaze, smiled heartlessly, drank the tea in the cup, and leaned back in the chair. In fact, he had already learned to read Qin Yi's sign language, but he felt that Qin Yi was serious about teaching him She looks a little cute, so she pretends to be ignorant.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to learn it today." Mo Zijin yawned, lazily tilting his head on his shoulder and said, "Teach slowly, maybe I will be able to if you teach it a few times. "

Qin Yi squinted his eyes, stretched out Mo Zijin's teacup and refilled him with some tea. After all, he hugged the pile of pens and ink on the table and wrote: "I have never seen such a stupid person as you."

Mo Zijin just laughed, thinking that Qin Yi was praising himself, twisted his body on the chair, half-closed his eyes and listened to the sound of rain outside the door, and occasionally the rumbling thunder from afar Mo Zijin thought, if we look at it tomorrow, the flowers and plants in the backyard will probably be wilted by the heavy rain.

Qin Yi couldn't listen to the sound of the rain, held the pen in his left hand, and scribbled on the paper, as if he was venting his anger.

"Qin Yi." Mo Zijin suddenly grabbed his pen, put it aside, and asked after a pause, "When did you learn sign language?"

Qin Yi thought for a while, and gestured: "Five years ago, after I became deaf."

"Oh." Mo Zijin nodded, his eyes were a little dim, just now he heard the sound of the rain had quieted down, and wanted to talk to Qin Yi, but suddenly remembered that Qin Yi couldn't hear, only at that moment, Mo Zijin He felt a lot of distress, he hoped that Qin Yi was not like this now, he hoped that Qin Yi could hear his voice, and let him tell him a passage heartily.

Five years ago, if he knew Qin Yi, that would be great.

Qin Yi tilted his head and glanced at Mo Zijin. There was some doubt in his eyes, but he still teased and said, "What? I learned sign language much faster than you."

Mo Zijin smiled, with a little paleness in his smile, "I believe it."

Qin Yi felt that something was wrong with Mo Zijin, so he accepted the joke and wrote on the paper: "What else do you want to say?"

Mo Zijin pursed his lips, took a sip of the cold jasmine tea, frowned and asked tentatively, "Wu Xun...why did Wu Xun make you deaf? Do you hate him?"

Qin Yi was startled for a moment, but smiled and shook his head, Mo Zijin couldn't understand the complicated emotions in his eyes.

Qin Yi picked up the pen, twirled it in his hand, and wrote: "What's wrong with you today, why do you suddenly ask such a question?"

"No." Mo Zijin turned his face away, the sound of the rain outside the door seemed to be quieter again, but the wind was stronger, blowing the raindrops onto the window.

Qin Yi sighed, his thoughts wandered.He remembered that it was also a rainy day when he drank the bowl of white fungus soup that had been soaked in it, but the rain was not as heavy, but he couldn't hear the sound of the rain, no matter how close he was to the raindrops, He couldn't hear a sound.

That day, he wished he could kill everyone in the Qin family to be buried with him, and he wished he could cut off everyone's ears and hang them on the house. On that day, everyone said that the son of the Qin family was crazy, and that the Qin family was about to end. They all had bitter faces, but only one person hid in a corner and smiled, that smile was very strange, half gratified, half miserable.

Qin Yi didn't want to think about it anymore, he still survived after all.Shaking his head, he stretched out his hand to grab Mo Zijin's clothes corner so that he could look at him, and wrote to him as well as himself: "It's useless to think too much."

Mo Zijin nodded, and finally smiled very relaxedly, thinking that no matter what Qin Yi became, he would accept it, without any conditions, this thought came naturally, as if he was born with it .

Qin Yi put away the pen and paper on the table with the corners of his lips curled up, then leaned up halfway, put his face in front of Mo Zijin, took his lips and bit hard, as a punishment.

Mo Zijin snorted, but was happy to be punished, and wrapped his arms around Qin Yi's neck, unwilling to part with him.

Qin Yi's punishment was equally unsatisfactory, he lightly squeezed the tip of Mo Zijin's chin, and only gave up kissing him until he was so dark that he couldn't tell the difference between the universe and the universe.

After the kiss, Mo Zijin leaned on the chair and panted heavily, his face was already slightly flushed, and he smiled at Qin Yi: "Master Qin, can you give me a hug?"

There was a hint of cunning in Qin Yi's eyes, he had already seen through Mo Zijin's thoughts, hugged him and fell on the bed.

At this time, the night was deep, the rain was still falling outside the window, the dim candles in the room were flickering, against which both of them were breathing irregularly and powerfully, and it took a long time for the sound to calm down, leaving only the space between the skin and the quilt. There was a rustling sound.

Mo Zijin was held in Qin Yi's arms, cut behind his back, unable to move, could only bite his lower lip and endure Qin Yi's delicate and soft kiss from his ear all the way to his shoulder, which made him feel very comfortable "hmm". One sound, and trembling unconsciously.

Qin Yi noticed the subtle changes in the person in his arms, and smiled lightly as he caressed him. The kiss became softer and more lingering, lingering on the side of his neck. Mo Zijin couldn't bear it any longer, so he turned his head and put Qin Yi's lips on his waist, There was a gurgle in his throat, until Qin Yi turned over again and pressed him under him, but he didn't seek pleasure, but just entangled and tortured him.

But this feeling of wanting to advance or not, and wanting to retreat has already made Mo Zijin drunk, which is more effective than the flower carvings in Gu Winery.

Mo Zijin was already drunk, and Qin Yi seemed to be the same as him, his eyes had long since lost the coldness of the past, and his reason seemed to have sunk, sticking to Mo Zijin's ear, he didn't know where he went, and he didn't know who he was thinking of, He called softly: "A Bei."

Mo Zijin was still drunk, but after hearing these two words, he regained his sobriety, froze and stared blankly at the roof.

Just suddenly, he remembered.

On the day when he couldn't see the frontier, Qin Yi breathed in his ear, as if he was also saying, "Ah Bei."