Gu Shaoshuai's happy life

Feng Xiaolou finally returned to Gu's mansion, maybe Gu Qingyan was too lonely, the boy he wanted to let go was still imprisoned in this dead house by him.

For half a month, Feng Xiaolou lived in peace in the mansion, not at all anxious because of the vigilance of the guards and the inability to freely enter and exit. He kept everything in order, served tea and water for Gu Qingyan, and cooked soup and medicine for him, as if All the gunpowder smoke in the world disappeared, leaving a warm and peaceful paradise for the two of them to live in.

Gu Qingyan's body is already very weak, as the military doctor said at the time, he is just struggling with the day, these days have been sunny, Feng Xiaolou often takes Gu Qingyan to bask in the sun in the afternoon, it is almost June, But the warm sun is very comfortable and pleasant on the body.

Gu Qingyan leaned on the recliner, slightly turned her head to look at Fengxiaolou who was lying on the side.

This child was once brought back by himself because he looked so much like Ye Li. Because of his own words, he was like a colorful bird that forcibly tore off its wings.

Gu Qingyan never said that he feels guilty towards him, but it doesn't mean that it doesn't exist. It may be the kindness that is on the verge of death. He often recalls his original intentions, and often regrets the original self. It is a foregone conclusion between one thought.

"Small building..."

"En?" Feng Xiaolou opened his eyes and looked at Gu Qingyan, with a hint of laziness in his sleepiness.

Gu Qingyan stretched out his hand and stroked his neck, the warm neck was as smooth as silk, "Sir, what's the matter?"

"No, it's nothing." Gu Qingyan's hand slipped from Feng Xiaolou's artery, "Go to sleep."

Feng Xiaolou smiled at Gu Qingyan, closed his eyes and moved his body, and soon fell asleep.Gu Qingyan's right hand trembled unconsciously, and he felt that the veins in his whole hand were struggling. The cruelty and determination just now were blown away with the wind, but Gu Qingyan felt palpitations one after another.

massacre.

This thought is like a mantra, with a terrifying shadow.

Feng Xiaolou's life has gone wrong, so he will end it with his own hands, just like himself who has already deviated from the track, waiting for death in his last life.

The bones die, the soul flies away, and everything is truly over...

Inside the kitchen of the mansion, a woman in a red shirt was pouring out the fried medicine dregs. She looked around, but her expression was not flustered. She did it skillfully. Cover the dregs thickly, then turn around and leave.

It was originally a land of green and fresh grass, but for half a month, not a single blade of grass had grown.