Prosperous Beauty System

At the door of the inn, the two oil-paper umbrellas were very close together. Passers-by could not help but look at the owner of the bamboo-green oil-paper umbrella.

Draped in a long gown, the man stood tall in the misty rain, his jade-like face was hidden under the umbrella, only his white and slender fingers were exposed.

"I'm here." The man with a voice as cold as jade said calmly.

Huamei's elegant oiled paper umbrella turned in a different direction, as if she was reluctant to let go, "In the future... can I see Mr. Qi again?"

Qi Xing lowered his head slightly, his gaze was slightly cold, and he looked at the young man whose eyelashes were trembling slightly and clenched his teeth. The young man looked at him hopefully, his timid appearance felt familiar.

"I'll be out of here soon."

The man's indifferent and unfeeling words made the young man's heart tremble like numbness, and inexplicable emotions surged like a sea tide, with mixed flavors, "Su'er... Su'er is willing to serve you by your side, and I hope you will be successful."

In the lobby, across the door, Ah Yan suddenly clenched his clothes, his long black hair like crow feathers fell beside his ears, covering half of his face, making it impossible to see his emotions clearly.

Swinging away the waiter in front of him, Ah Yan walked towards the stairs, his pale face almost transparent.

Qi Xing pushed open the door, and saw a young man wearing two coats sitting alone on the side of the bed, his black hair flowing down softly and falling on the quilt beneath him, his chin lifted, his eyelashes trembling like cicada's wings, revealing his whiteness Sharpened jaw.

His eyes fell into the distance, and his eyes passed through the window, as if he had passed through the mountains and rivers outside the window. The overlapping mountain shadows were reflected in his eyes, and there were boats swaying in the rain, making him look extremely lonely.

Qi Xing was stunned, the turbulent emotion in his eyes faded away little by little, he closed the door behind his back, walked to Ah Yan's side, "Why don't you close the window?"

Ah Yan sat quietly, and just hung his head down, like a swan hanging its neck. He leaned against the head of the bed and softened his body with some discomfort, "I'm a little bored by myself, so I want to see the scenery outside."

Qi Xing sat beside him, "It's my fault that I left you here alone."

Ah Yan shook his head, "I dragged you down."

Qi Xing looked at him, "These days have been cloudy and rainy, your recovery will inevitably be slower, so don't blame yourself."

He tucked the quilt on the boy's body, turned his head, "wait for a few days before leaving."

"Qi Xing..." Ah Yan stretched out his hand to grab his wrist that was about to leave, his eyes were stubborn, and there was an emotion in his eyes that others could not understand.

"What's wrong?" Qi Xing softened his face rarely.

Ah Yan lowered his head, his heart was surging, but he didn't know where to start after a thousand words.He felt that he had become so strange, and his heart had become strange, which made him a little scared.

After several struggles, he finally let go, "I...I'm afraid of Chu Xiang..."

Qi Xing stared at Ah Yan, his eyes met, he suddenly turned his head, his voice was hoarse, "Don't worry, they can't find it here."

After all, he got up and walked out the door.

After twilight, the moonlight sprinkles the earth, the night sky is like ink, and the moon is bright and clean.

In the room, the candlelight flickered, dragging out the figure on the ground.

Ah Yan sat on the head of the bed, his black hair pouring down like a waterfall. He looked up at the bright moon outside the window quietly, revealing his fragile and slender neck.The intertwined tree branches are clearly visible beside the stone bridge, the crowds are crowded, and the streets are brightly lit.

Xiaoer fetched hot water, then retreated respectfully, Ah Yan sat on the bedside, watching the lights outside the window go from bright to dark, and the cold came, he didn't change his posture, he didn't even move his fingers.

What time is it now?

Ah Yan, whose body was a little cold, thought in a daze, why Qi Xing hasn't come back yet?He lowered his head, a little unsteady, and his thoughts went back to that afternoon.

That oil-paper umbrella with elegant plum blossoms, that young man with a beautiful face, Qi Xing... Did you go to see him?

Ah Yan put his hands on his face tremblingly, and fell down on the side of the bed in a flash. The feeling in his heart was as bitter as eating yellow lotus.

Ah Yan doesn't understand, he doesn't understand this feeling, the human heart always hides too many things, Ah Zhi didn't teach him, he doesn't know how to face this feeling.

Ah Yan's heart has always been as calm as water since he came to this world. Although there will be waves and ripples, they will never leave traces in his heart.

Qi Xing stepped into the door, his eyes slightly startled.

The moonlight outside the window spilled in, and in the extinguished candle, the boy fell down beside the bed, his arms supporting his body were trembling, his raven-black hair was scattered on the bed behind him, and he was wearing a long coat. Fucked in his arms, he looked down at the bedding, but couldn't see what his expression was.

Qi Xing frowned, walked to the side of the bed and helped Ah Yan up, his voice was low and cold, "What's wrong? Why are your hands so cold?"

Hearing his indifferent voice, Ah Yan vaguely remembered that in the ruined temple half a month ago, Qi Xing was wearing luxurious satin clothes, standing a few steps away from him, looking at him indifferently, although he stood there, But cold and out of reach.

Qi Xing put his arms around his waist, letting him lean on his body comfortably, his brows and eyes accustomed to the cold were frowned, "Why don't you talk? Your health is not good, you should lie down and have a good rest."

Ah Yan coughed twice, and clenched his wrist tightly with pale and slender fingers, "It's okay, it's just a little windy tonight, it will be fine tomorrow."

Qi Xing lowered his head, his eyes were still so cold, Ah Yan turned his head and smiled faintly, "Where did you go? Why did you come back so late?"

"Some things have to be done by myself, what's wrong?"

Ah Yan's voice was a little low, "I thought you wouldn't come back, I've been waiting for you."

Qi Xing's voice was cold and indifferent, as if no one could warm his cold heart, "No, I promised Song Rin."

The fine rain started and stopped, and the raindrops drifted on the river and blew into the windows, just like Ah Yan's condition.

I fell ill several times, and the gloomy weather finally cleared the clouds and mist, and the sun poured down from the clouds, like golden light.

The boat was swaying in the river, swaying to an unknown distance, Ah Yan lay on his side in the boat, pillowed on Qi Xing's arms, a little sleepy.

Drowsy, he heard noises outside the boat, Ah Yan wanted to open his eyes, but heard someone whispering in his ear, "Go to sleep."

Ah Yan recognized that it was Qi Xing's voice, so he fell into a deep sleep. When he woke up, the sky was already dark.

Qi Xing lowered his head to look at Ah Yan, saw that his face was still sleepy, so he said in a low voice, "I slept all afternoon, I can't sleep any more."

When the words fell, she helped him to sit up.

"When I fell asleep... I seemed to hear something, Qi Xing, did something happen?"

Qi Xing looked at him quietly, with a cold voice, "It's nothing, just a person whose identity is unclear."

At this time the boat docked, the boatman parked the boat on the pier, Qi Xing took Ah Yan's hand, and the two bent down and got out of the boat.Looking around, there are crowds of people, the streets are full of shouts, and there are many inns and restaurants facing the street.

"Go." Qi Xing said lightly.

The two passed through the crowd, came to a restaurant, and sat in a room by the window on the second floor amidst Xiaoer's greeting.

"What do you two guests want to eat?"

Qi Xing shifted his eyes to Ah Yan, although his expression was cold, but his voice was much softer, "What does Ah Yan want to eat?"

"Everything is fine." Ayan smiled.

"Your health is not good, so don't eat greasy things."

Not long after, Xiao Er served the food, and Qi Xing handed the chopsticks to Ah Yan, "How about the food here?"

Ah Yan picked up a few chopsticks and lost his appetite. He put down the chopsticks and shifted his gaze to Qi Xing who was at the side, only to see the man sitting there without eating.

When their eyes met, Qi Xing was slightly startled.

All kinds of red lanterns have been hung on the street, the crowd is like weaving, and the sound of frolicking is close to my ears. Qi Xing took Ah Yan's hand, and the two walked through the downtown area, through the alleys, and came to the Beside the sparkling river.

In the distance, ships were swaying on the river, and faint lights floated from the sky. When Ah Yan came here, he felt that the world seemed to be isolated, and the silence was unbelievable.

The figures of the two were reflected on the river, and Qi Xing stared at Ah Yan, only feeling that the boy's face under the light was as dazzling as a sea of ​​stars.

His heart moved slightly, but he quickly suppressed it, "Let's go, take advantage of the night."

Back on the boat, Ah Yan quickly fell asleep, but Qi Xing didn't feel sleepy at all. He looked at Ah Yan's sleeping face in the night, lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking.

Ah Yan fell into a deep sleep. In his dream, the sea of ​​clouds surged several times, but was pushed away by a big hand to an invisible corner. He stood at the place where the big hand appeared, and as far as his eyes could see, the sea of ​​clouds faded away, and it was a scene of rotten flowers. .

At some point, a man stood in front of him. The back of the man was very good-looking. His figure was like mist and illusion. Ah Yan couldn't see who he was, but he always felt very familiar.

The man moved forward slowly, and the surrounding scene changed accordingly. All things revived and grew, and the flowers also changed between life and death.

Ah Yan stopped to keep up, and his eyes fell on the gloomy place, as if the smog-shrouded town was like an ink painting, looking from a distance, it was beautiful.

"Come on, take some medicine."

The young man gently lifted the pale boy, handed the soup to the boy's mouth, and called softly.

"Qi Xing..." the young man's weak voice.

"I'm here."

Beside the cold stream in March, the willow branches swayed, the young man leaned against the peach blossom tree and closed his eyes, suddenly, he said coldly, "Want to go?"

The boy was caught off guard, and was pulled into his arms by the man who clenched his wrists. Their eyes met, and the man was stunned.

"Qi Xing, I don't want to see Song Rin, you take me away."

"No, I promised Song Lin that I will take you to a safe place."

Ah Yan doesn't understand what kind of emotion this is, Azhi has never taught him, so he doesn't know how to face this kind of emotion.

Ah Zhi is as gentle as water, bringing him out of the frozen lake and into this world is Ah Yan's reliance when he was ignorant; Qi Xing is cold, but his gentleness is like a flame, burning all his uncertain and timid masks , boiling his feelings.

"Ayan..."

Outside the dream, Qi Xing sat beside Ah Yan, bowed his head and whispered in his ear.