Touch the cold

Yan Bei just left the Qin Mansion without a sound, as if he had taken nothing with him, but he seemed to have taken everything with him.

At this time, in a ruined temple on Beishan, Yan Bei was wearing a dark brown robe, sitting cross-legged on the ground, staring at the chess game in front of him.

"Are you really good at it?" Song Boyi wanted to laugh, but he held back all the time, Yanbei's chess skills smelled like the feet of an old beggar at the end of the street who never washed it once every ten thousand years.

"There's nothing wrong with it." Yan Bei tugged at the robe that was about to slip off his shoulders and said, gesticulating to the chessboard: "Horizontal lines, vertical lines, black and white."

"It's just black and white." Song Boyi threw down the white ball in his hand, and said, "The knowledge here is too big, so don't pretend to be a master here."

"Alas." Yan Bei sighed with a smile, and threw the black pieces in his hand back into the chess box, lying lazily on the ground, and said, "It's really boring."

Song Boyi shook his head, stretched out his hand to hold the scattered black and white pieces on the chessboard, and sighed quietly while holding them: "Qin Yi seems to have lost his soul recently."

"He lost his, what does it have to do with me." Yan Bei looked at the high temple roof and said indifferently.

"You really don't care?" Song Boyi slammed the chess pieces in his hand into the chess box, and the sound of the collision of the chess pieces covered up the tremor in his voice.

Yan Bei was silent for a moment, then slightly raised his head and asked, "Don't tell me you want me to care?"

Song Boyi stopped holding the chess pieces, raised his face to look at Yanbei, his face was a little pale, "I don't want it."

Yan Bei smiled, sat up, put his hand on Song Boyi's shoulder, pressed slightly harder, and laughed at him as usual: "Nerd."

Song Boyi sighed, and turned his head to look at the temple. This ruined temple has been around for some years, and the faces of the several statues enshrined in the temple can't be seen clearly. The statues are covered in dust, and there are spider webs on them. , unspeakably gloomy.

"Aren't you afraid at night when you live here?" Song Boyi asked. In broad daylight, his back felt chills looking at these statues.

Yan Bei followed his gaze, chuckled, and said, "There's nothing to be afraid of, it's just a pile of mud, and it won't jump up to scare you."

Song Boyi frowned and said, "Just wait, I'll bring you some candles when I come tomorrow. Is there anything else you want? I'll bring it for you too."

Yan Bei rolled his eyes, nodded and said, "Liang Xiaoer's roast chicken and Gu Jiufang's old flower carvings. I didn't dare to be so presumptuous when I was in the Qin Mansion. Now that I am freer, I can get drunk here." stop."

Song Boyi smiled, but felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, as if a small opening had been cut open by someone, and the cold wind blew, and it hurt a little.

When Song Boyi went back to the Qin Mansion that day, he happened to run into Qin Yi. Qin Yi's face was listless, as if he was seriously ill.

"Have you gone to see him?" Qin Yi first asked after seeing Song Boyi.

"En." Song Boyi responded with a mosquito-like voice.

Qin Yi turned expressionless, turned and walked back.

"Don't you want to know where he is?" Song Boyi suddenly asked Qin Yi's back.

"I don't want to." Qin Yi replied coldly.

Song Boyi gritted his teeth, "What conditions do you need to let him come back?"

"I've said it before, he's never allowed to step into the Qin Mansion again." Qin Yi said with his back to Song Boyi.

Song Boyi sighed heavily, the hole in his heart, I don't know when he was scratched even more, and the pain was so severe at the moment, and he didn't care whether Qin Yi wanted to hear it or not, he just said: "He is in the room on the top of the North Mountain. In the ruined temple, I know he is waiting for you."

Qin Yi froze on the spot, and after a long time he turned around, but behind him Song Boyi had already left.

The autumn night was a bit cold, and Yan Bei couldn't sleep because of the slight chill in the temple and the endless croaking of insects, so he got up and searched for some dry firewood beside the temple in the dark, and lit a cluster of small bonfires.

Yan Bei tilted his head to look at the bonfire, rubbed two chess pieces in his hand, one black and one white.

"Mother, the child is not filial." Yan Bei didn't know what he was thinking, and said softly to the bonfire.

There was no wind, but the bonfire shook. Yan Bei looked at it, and suddenly his nose felt sore.

"Mother, can you not kill him?" Yan Bei sniffed and said, "Will you blame me if you don't kill him?"

The flame jumped and made a "bi bo" sound.

Yan Bei curled the corners of his lips and smiled softly, "Mom, I miss you."

Yan Bei didn't know when he fell asleep that night. He was awakened the next day by the sunlight coming in from the temple gate, and there were two magpies chirping with each other on the threshold of the temple gate.

Yan Bei turned over, rubbed his hazy eyes, and yawned long.

"Yanbei, the place you live in is not as good as the servants of the Qin family."

Yan Bei was yawning when he suddenly heard Qin Yi's voice resounding in the ruined temple. He was so startled that he almost flicked his tongue, sat up and looked around the temple, and saw Qin Yi standing From a corner of the temple, she looked at him coldly.

Yanbei coughed twice in shock from his eyes, and said in surprise, "Why did you come here? Song Boyi told you I'm here?"

Qin Yi didn't speak, just walked to Yan Bei's side and sat down, still looking at him coldly.

Yan Bei turned his head to avoid Qin Yi's gaze, and moved his body quietly to the side, but Qin Yi grabbed him by the collar, grabbed him back, and asked, "Where do you want to go?"

Yan Bei smiled, pointed to Qin Yi's hand holding his clothes, and said, "Young Master Qin, you were the one who asked me to go, but look at you now."

"You..." Qin Yi gritted his teeth secretly, "Are you really willing to leave?"

"What can I be reluctant to part with?" Yan Bei smiled lightly, "I can't stay in the Qin Manor forever."

Qin Yi paused, staring at Yan Bei's dodging eyes, his brain became hot, and he said word by word: "But I can't bear it."

Yan Bei was stunned, his smile froze on his face, he looked at Qin Yi in disbelief, and then felt Qin Yi push his body to the ground with a sway.

Qin Yi narrowed his eyes with some resentment, and as soon as the words came out, he ignored them, rode on Yan Bei's body, clasped his shoulders tightly, and said: "If you like that kind of taste, I will let you taste it once. How about enough?"

"Qin Yi, are you crazy today?" Yan Bei frowned and struggled, but he felt that Qin Yi had exerted so much strength that he didn't dare to move, so he could only say: "That book, the paintings on that book are all I'm lying to you, can't you see it?"

"I can see it." Qin Yi said, "But I took it seriously."

"Qin Yi, don't be stupid." Yan Bei gritted his teeth and advised Qin Yi for the last time, but these words were not only for himself but also for Qin Yi.

After Qin Yi heard this, he smiled, lightly but warmly, and leaned over to kiss Yan Bei's lips.

Yan Bei opened his eyes wide, but gradually got lost in Qin Yi's kiss, and gradually stopped struggling. He only slowly raised his hand, and grabbed Qin Yi's clothes, and let him hold his kiss from his lips to his neck. side.

"Qin Yi, you said that I can no longer step into the Qin Mansion, does that still count?" Yan Bei asked lightly, panting.

Qin Yi bit Yan Bei's earlobe, and said with a bit of drunkenness: "Forget it, I won't take back what I said."

Yan Bei smiled, "Yes."

"But if you don't go back to Qin's residence, then I won't go back either." Qin Yi continued, and with one hand, he untied the belt around Yan Bei's waist.

Yan Bei was slightly shaken by him, and then said: "Then you will stay with me in this ruined temple? You just said that this place is not as good as your servants."

Qin Yi said seriously: "It's okay, as long as you are willing, I can stay here with you for a lifetime."

After Yan Bei heard this, his chest suddenly felt tight, and he tightly twisted the corner of Qin Yi's clothes and said, "It's not as easy as talking about it in a lifetime, but it's not as easy as drinking today."

"That's right." Qin Yi said after a pause, "I just want to get drunk today."

After Qin Yi finished speaking, he straightened up and took off the clothes on his body, and then roughly pulled Yan Bei who had already been magnanimous, making Yan Bei dizzy for a while, his eyes were black and white, and he didn't hear Song Boyi calling at the gate of the temple. gave him a cry.After finally regaining some consciousness, he turned around and saw Song Boyi standing at the gate of the temple with a roast chicken and wine pot, looking at him in a daze.

Yan Bei was also taken aback for a moment, looking at Song Boyi's expression, his heart felt a little sour, but he smiled at him, with a bit of sadness in his smile.

The expression on Qin Yi's face did not change, and after a while, he only asked Song Boyi: "Have you seen enough?"

Only then did Song Boyi regain his senses, almost rolling out of the ruined temple.

After Song Boyi left, Qin Yi turned his face, wiped the fine sweat from Yan Bei's forehead, and said, "He's interested in you."

Yan Bei clenched his teeth tightly, and squeezed out a few words: "I know."

Of course Yanbei knew it, he knew it from beginning to end.

"What about you?" Qin Yi leaned over and pressed Yan Bei's forehead.

"Ruthless." Yan Bei spat out these two words.

Qin Yi nodded lightly, and planted a kiss on Yan Bei's forehead. Yan Bei firmly held Qin Yi's arm, and looked at the person in front of him with a look of helplessness that Qin Yi had never seen before. .

This gaze made Qin Yi a little puzzled, but when he wanted to look again, Yan Bei closed his eyes, then raised his head, and kissed Qin Yi's lips.Qin Yi also closed his eyes, poked his soft lips, and burned himself.