The bright moon sits on the ground

Although Nie Qiu felt dazed, his eyes blurred for a while, but he felt extremely clear-headed and calm.

He walked out from Nie's house, crossed the threshold, and made another two turns. There was a carriage waiting there not far ahead.

After all, the entrance of the Nie Mansion is not a market, and no one is allowed to park the carriage indiscriminately, blocking the gate, so after Nie Qiu was put in the Nie Mansion, the coachman drove the carriage and walked a little further.

When he reached the second corner, Nie Qiu slowed down, pressed his hand on the slippery moss-covered wall, and couldn't help but leaned down, squatting lightly and gently , Breathing vigorously and silently, as if a knife had cut open his chest,? Even his heart was held in the palm of someone else's hand, unable to control it,? He couldn't breathe, and the pain was unbearable.

Fortunately, this place is some distance away from Nie's mansion, so he is not worried that people from Nie's family will see it.

Moreover, Nie Chi will not catch up, Nie Qiu only hopes that he will read the letter after he calms down.

He admitted that when Nie Chi said those words, he was shaken for a moment.

When Nie Qiu was sick, Nie Chi was indeed by the bedside.

Nie Qiu's clothes are not suitable, and Nie Chi will indeed buy new clothes.

Nie Qiu couldn't eat, and Nie Chi did cook porridge in the middle of the night.

Every time he thinks back to the past, Nie Qiu seems to have a kind of kindness in distress.

These good intentions pulled him back from the idea of ​​running away countless times, and then he continued to suffer, and continued to want to escape.

Enough is enough, the rein will break if you use it too many times, not now, but any day in the future.

And he chose today, not any future day.

So Nie Qiu didn't even care about his throbbing heart, poured out the wine, broke the glass, turned and left in a hurry.

It is said that short-term pain is worse than long-term pain.

He understood why some people were unwilling to try short-term pain even if they were willing to endure long-term pain.

Rather than saying it is pain, it is better to say that it is cutting oneself from the body abruptly, cutting open the flesh and blood, and digging out the hot and bloody heart, with a smile on the face, pretending to be calm, so that the other party cannot see the slightest bit flaws.

After taking a few quick breaths, Nie Qiu half-closed his eyes, finally feeling a little better in his chest.

From now on, he has cut off his own escape route, has nowhere to return, and has truly become a lonely bird.

It's been such a long time, no matter how patient Fang Qisheng is, he should have to wait.

Nie Qiu didn't give himself more time to relax, and after recovering a little energy, he was ready to stand up against the wall.

However, he couldn't stand up. As soon as his fingers touched the hard and cold wall, he lost his strength and couldn't use any more strength.

Like a woodcarving carved into a ridiculous shape, it was difficult to move an inch, and it also lost its words, just staying in place silently.

Because he heard an all-too-familiar voice, with hurried footsteps getting closer.

"Nie Qiu? Are you okay?"

Fang Qisheng would come to him at this time.

Can't tell what it feels like.

Nie Qiu didn't know if he wanted to see Fang Qisheng at this time.

He should have thought about it, because he hoped from the bottom of his heart that someone could give him a hand and lead him out of the abyss.

Maybe he didn't want to, because he hoped that he would always be calm, firm, and without flinching in front of Fang Qisheng.

Obviously the sky had darkened, but when he raised his head to Fang Qisheng, he found it very dazzling.

Fang Qisheng squatted down, put his hands on Nie Qiu's shoulders, looked straight into his eyes, and asked again: "Are you okay?"

Nie Qiu looked at him from a blurred line of sight, his head was dazed, and it was only when he collected himself that he saw the expression on his face clearly.

It was with a bit of anxious concern, and it was clearly laid out in front of him, without any concealment.

Fang Qisheng saw Nie Qiu's lips moving slightly in front of him, but he didn't hear the sound, so he could only lean over, put his ear close to his lips, and asked in the most gentle and soothing voice in his life, "Nie Qiu, what do you say?" what?"

He didn't wait for Nie Qiu's answer, but he did.

The pale man rested his chin on his shoulder—this was the second time, but the posture was different from the last time, and the mood was completely different.Immediately afterwards, Nie Qiu turned his face and buried it between his necks. Fang Qisheng could even feel his eyelashes brushing against his skin. It was so light that he felt like a fragile butterfly.

Fang Qisheng thought for a moment that he should try his best to hide his small thoughts now so as not to be exposed.

Then he thought, fuck it, exposure is exposure.

He wrapped his arms around Nie Qiu, exerted all his strength, and hugged him tightly, as if wanting him to realize that he was still beside him, with his palms on Nie Qiu's up and down back, slowly following his breath, Quietly waiting for his turbulent breathing to gradually return to normal.

Fang Qisheng didn't know how long they hugged each other. He was only glad that the coachman of the Devil's Cult was not a troublesome person, so he didn't come to see it.

Regardless of other things, the legs are already a little numb from squatting, especially this position, it is really tiring.

But he didn't dare to move.

After all, when he saw Nie Qiu just now, Nie Qiu's eyes were wandering, his expression was very bad, and he didn't answer any questions, but when he touched him, he found his fingers were cold, as if as soon as he let go, the person in front of him would turn into a wisp of green smoke. The wind dissipated and left without looking back.

Fang Qisheng occasionally had such a premonition.

When they were in Qingchang Town, they didn't know each other for a long time. Fang Qisheng randomly grabbed a boy from the post station and asked him the direction of the market. After the boy showed him the direction tremblingly, he turned his head. Go look for Nie Qiu and prepare to go there with him.At that time, Nie Qiu was actually standing behind Fang Qisheng, without moving a step, with a smile on his face, behind him was the scorching sun, and the light of the morning sun smudged the outline of his face into water marks, which was blurred, and it looked like the person behind him. The mundane are out of place.

Very strange.

As long as Nie Qiu doesn't speak, and does something alone, or leans against the window to enjoy the evening breeze, or lies on the soft couch to read a book, or looks up at the sky, no matter what he is doing, it will make him happy. He has a sense of distance.

In other words, Fang Qisheng had a strange premonition that Nie Qiu didn't even belong to this world.

To stop and stay in the world is just a short time for him.

Maybe it was due to Nie Qiu's personality, or maybe it was something else, but it didn't have much impact on Fang Qisheng.

If he wanted to turn into a wisp of green smoke and disperse leisurely, Fang Qisheng closed the doors and windows tightly to prevent the wind from pouring in; In the crook of his arms; wanting to turn into a bright moon and hang high in the night sky, Fang Qisheng put the clay jar on the high platform and used the moonlight to make wine and drink.

In short, in various senses, Fang Qisheng is not ready to let go.

After a long silence, he felt that Nie Qiu's breathing was steady, not as chaotic as before.

Guessing that his emotions should have calmed down, Fang Qisheng raised his hand, passed his fingers through his hair, gently pushed aside the long hair hanging behind his head, and pinched the soft flesh on the back of his neck tentatively. I want to know how he is doing now.

The words swirled around his lips a few times, but before he could say anything, he heard Nie Qiu ask sullenly, "Can I kiss you?"

Fang Qisheng thought he had heard it wrong at first, but after reacting for a while, he figured out something, and his body froze.

He suddenly had some doubts, did the two of them have some misunderstanding before?

Didn't Nie Qiu have no interest in men, did he deliberately avoid him after sensing his thoughts?

Just as he was thinking in that room, Nie Qiu found out that Fang Qisheng hadn't moved at this time, only later did he realize that what he said was really abrupt, and he let it out from between his lips and teeth without even thinking about it.When he thought of this, he felt nervous again. He was afraid that Fang Qisheng would be frightened, and he would not be able to be friends in the future, so he raised his head and broke free from Fang Qisheng's arms.

"I didn't want to scare you," Nie Qiu sighed, took a step back, knelt down on one knee, lifted Fang Qisheng's long hair from his shoulders with his fingers, lowered his head, lowered his eyes and kissed the ends of his hair, saying every word Dun said clearly, "Although the place is dark and the timing is not right, I don't want to keep hiding it from you."

"No matter what the consequences are, I just want to tell you now, my answer to the question Xiao Xueyang asked..."

He said: "Yes. Fang Qisheng, I like you, I have a crush on you, you are my sweetheart."

He also said: "It's not because you comforted me just now. I thought it through very clearly. It's just because I like you that I want to expose my vulnerable and helpless side to you."

He went on to say: "I was wrong before. I don't have no way out. If I just felt frightened and helpless because I lost my shelter, then when you hugged me, I suddenly understood -"

"My home is...you."

Fang Qisheng clasped Nie Qiu's wrist, leaned his head and kissed him.

He kissed too eagerly and moved too violently, hitting Nie Qiu's teeth straight away.

The two of them only felt pain and the smell of blood, nothing else.

They were not angry either, they glanced at each other and both laughed.

After laughing, Fang Qisheng wiped the blood on Nie Qiu's lips with his fingertips, and asked him, "Does it hurt?"

Nie Qiu shook his head, and subconsciously stretched out his tongue to lick his lips, but suddenly touched Fang Qisheng's fingertips.

Fang Qisheng suddenly remembered the touch of Nie Qiu holding the candied fruit in his hand that night, and wanted to stop, but then remembered that Nie Qiu had just confided his heart to him, and it was unreasonable for him to be so guilty.

So Fang Qisheng didn't move, put his fingers on Nie Qiu's lips, looked at him with a smile in his eyes, "Me too."

Love this thing about you, and so do I.

Nie Qiu suddenly rejoiced that no one had ever seen Fang Qisheng's expression like this before.

He lightly kissed the finger on his lips, reached out to hold it, and pulled it down, then leaned forward, squinted his eyes to find Fang Qisheng's lips, and pushed him away with the tip of his tongue like he did in a dream He licked the tip of his tooth, and tasted a sweet taste.Nie Qiu suspected that Fang Qisheng had just eaten the lychee prepared in the carriage, otherwise it would be a little sweet.

Fang Qisheng asked vaguely, "Did you just drink?"

In the main hall of Nie's house, before speaking, Nie Qiu did take a sip of wine, and then poured it out.

Nie Qiu let out a "hmm", originally wanted to back out directly, but found that there were several silver wires attached to his lips, he was a little embarrassed for a while, he held Fang Qisheng's chin, and before he could react, he leaned over and sucked it He touched his lips, and the teeth scraped gently on it, frowning, with a serious expression, trying to bite it off with exhaustion.

Fang Qisheng really didn't understand what Nie Qiu was doing.

He simply leaned against Nie Qiu and kissed again. When they parted, both of them were out of breath and forgot about it.

After calming down their breathing, Nie Qiu and Fang Qisheng agreed that if they don’t go to the Lantern Festival now, they don’t need to go tonight. After all, they spent too much time on it, and now they can see that the sky is almost dark when they look up Dripping ink.

Xiao Xueyang and Huang Sheng must have been waiting at the bridge for a long time.

The Lantern Festival was the last time the four of them went out together before parting ways, so it was impossible not to go.

By the time they got back to the carriage, the coachman had almost fallen asleep waiting, and woke up again when he heard the movement.

The usually taciturn disciple of the Devil's Cult glanced at his eyes, and finally he didn't hold back, pointing to his lips, "Master, protect the right, why don't we go back to the inn first and borrow some ice from them to reduce the swelling. Anyway, Wangshan Inn It’s not too far from here, and it’s not too late to go to the Lantern Festival along the road after returning.”

Fang Qisheng said seriously: "How obvious?"

The coachman was equally serious: "Just look at the right guard and you will know."

Fang Qisheng took a look at Nie Qiu, and immediately decided to go back and apply ice cubes to reduce the swelling.

With a shout, the coachman drove a fine horse, and two people were riding in the back of the carriage, and ran towards Wangshan Inn.