The Sick Beauty in the Republic of China

At dawn the next day, Wang Luan woke up in Qi Chensheng's arms. The velvet curtain at the head of the bed was still not closed, and through the rose-patterned glass window, the autumn morning light that seemed slightly cold was shining through.

Qi Chensheng has also woken up. Last night's drunkenness made his forehead ache, but he just frowned, hugging Wang Luan's waist tightly with his arms, and buried his face deeply in the hair that exudes a faint sandalwood fragrance. shallow breathing.

Sensing his movements, Wang Luan slipped out of Qi Chensheng's embrace slightly, and leaned against the soft pillow behind him.Qi Chensheng seemed a little dissatisfied with the distance between the two, and stretched out his arms to wrap around Wang Luan's waist again, wanting to hug him back to his body.

"Shen Sheng, don't make trouble..." Wang Luan muttered in a low voice, and then led Qi Chensheng to pillow between his legs, then lowered his eyes, and pressed his fingertips on his forehead with moderate force.

The room became quiet again, the pendulum of the wall clock on the wall dropped down, a colorful porcelain vase rolled down from the small tea table, and three or two sprigs of lavender new chrysanthemums fell out.

On the shelf next to the glass window, the canary was sleeping peacefully in the black cage, and the sharp-winged goshawk emerged from the invisible, landed on the window sill, pecked out the soft down feathers from under the wings with its head sideways, and threw itself on the On the body of the little sparrow in the cage.

After a long time, Qi Chensheng felt the dull pain on the side of his forehead and retreated for a while, so he took Wang Luan's hand, brought it to his lips and kissed it gently.

Wang Luan just looked down at him, his sparrow-like eyes were contemplative, and finally he asked, "What happened last night?"

Qi Chensheng's remnant eyes opened a slit, then closed them again, and shook his head as if nothing happened: "It's nothing, it's just that I drank too much with the three vases of the Lang family."

After finishing speaking, he sat up from Wang Luan's lap, embraced Wang Luan's shoulders, and said apologetically, "Did brother Jiu wait for me for a long time last night?"

"It won't be like this in the future..."

Wang Luanan put his pillow on his shoulder, and put his thin hand on Qi Chensheng's chest, but his eyes became more suspicious, and he said after a long while: "Shen Sheng, you have something to hide from me."

Qi Chensheng held Wang Luan's hand for a moment, and the morning light outside the window brightened a bit, and he had to smile and sigh: "No, I just—"

"Shen Sheng," Wang Luan's voice was still a little hoarse, and he coughed once or twice, but his words were very clear: "What happened last night?"

Qi Chensheng caressed the thin back of the person in his arms, recalling what happened last night, his eyes gradually turned cold, but his words to Wang Luan were still gentle:

"It's not that I want to hide it from Brother Jiu, it's just that I really don't want you to hear those unpleasant words."

Having said that, Wang Luan gradually had some guesses in his heart.

"I met a person whose surname should also be Wang."

"You are about older than Brother Nine, and you said some boring things."

Wang Luan slightly raised his head from Qi Chensheng's arms, and looked at him with an inquisitive intention. Qi Chensheng was silent for a moment, and stroked Wang Luan's side face like a treasure.

"I don't believe it, not a word of it, but—"

It's just that I hate them deeply. Even now, they still refuse to let you go. They all want to destroy you in such a disgusting way in front of me.

"What did he say?" Wang Luan tilted his head calmly, and the hair that had grown to his shoulder fell onto the back of Qi Chensheng's hand, cool and soft.

Qi Chensheng couldn't help but leaned over to kiss, couldn't bear to give up an inch, immersed in Wang Luan's faint fragrance, and murmured in a low voice:

"I told you, Brother Nine, don't get angry."

Wang Luan nodded, and then heard Qi Chensheng whisper in his ear: "He said, he touched you."

Wang Luan was inexplicable for a while at first, and then smiled lightly, with a short cough and panting, leaning against Qi Chensheng's arms, his forearm so slender and almost translucent clung to his chest, the pair of sparrows Her eyes almost burst into tears with laughter.

Qi Chensheng held him in his arms, and patted his back worriedly. After a while, he heard Wang Luan's laughter pause: "Then, Chen Sheng, do you believe it?"

"Ninth brother," Qi Chensheng felt that Wang Luan's body was so soft that he could hardly hold him, so he supported his back, looked down into his eyes, and said helplessly and solemnly: "I said, I I don't believe a word of it."

"You really don't believe it?" Wang Luan couldn't help but still coughed again and again, causing Qi Chensheng to bring warm water from the bedside table and bring it to his lips, so that he moistened his throat, and then lay on Qi Chensheng's pillow lazily On his arm, he looked up at his face and said, "Did Shen Sheng really never doubt it? Especially five years ago——"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Qi Chensheng's kiss. Wang Luan only felt that he was sunk in the soft pillow. Only by hugging Qi Chensheng's neck tightly could he use his strength to support him, so as not to be in his burning kiss asphyxia.

"Ninth brother, you are really good at torturing me more and more." The entangled kiss continued intermittently but never stopped, Qi Chensheng tightly clasped Wang Luan's waist, leaving him nowhere to hide.

But Wang Luan smiled again, his pale and thin face, without any deliberation, contained an almost captivating meaning.He managed to prop himself up, and lay in Qi Chensheng's arms, resting his forehead on Qi Chensheng's heart, listening to the powerful and warm beating.

"I know, Shen Sheng believes in me."

"But I still have to say it again." Wang Luan's voice was soft and slow, but it seemed to flow into Qi Chensheng's heart like water: "In the Wang family back then, no one really touched me."

"You... are indeed the first..."

There seemed to be a ray of light in Qi Chensheng's remnant eyes. With a sudden force, he wrapped Wang Luan's whole body in the crook of his arms, and then buried his head uncontrollably, kissing and biting wantonly like a beast possessing his prey. Touching Wang Luan's neck.

And Wang Luan's hands hugged each other back desperately——

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The story of Qi Ershao beating someone to death at the Lang's dinner was widely spread overnight in Yunchuan City.

Under the pressure, Zhang Fengliang from the police station brought the police officers to Xiaoyanglou several times, but he didn't even see Qi Chensheng.

I only got one answer from the servant: "No one was killed, so don't worry about it."

This is very worrying for Zhang Fengliang, he has been sheltered by the Qi family for many years, so naturally he doesn't want to make a big deal out of selfishness.But on the other hand, whether Zhang Fengliang sat in that seat, he was responsible for the security of Yunchuan.

In this way, he was caught in the middle and suffered a lot. He only hoped that there would be no more troubles at the Skoll Church where John Wang was. Otherwise, if foreigners were involved, the trouble would be even greater.

But what is surprising is that for several days in a row, there was really no movement from the Skoll Church, which was also on the cusp of the storm.

Some people even said that they saw Father John Wang, with gauze wrapped around his head, being helped out by the nuns to bask in the sun, and he was indeed not dead.

After Zhang Fengliang got the news, he was surprised and happy, and immediately sent the police to verify.He was relieved to know that Father John Wang was indeed not dead.

A few days later in the afternoon, Qi Chensheng stood in front of the French window of the study, watching Wang Luan walking slowly on crutches alone on the yellowed grass downstairs.

He would stop when he was tired from walking, and wave in Qi Chensheng's direction, and Qi Chensheng would return a gentle smile.

Tall spruce trees would occasionally block his figure, but after a while, he would reappear in Qi Chensheng's sight.

"How's it going?"

He Chengdong, who was standing aside, had long been accustomed to Qi Chensheng's sudden change of attitude. Hearing his voice, he immediately took out the folder from under his arm, and reported in a clear and orderly manner: "Skoll Church was first opened in the late Qing Dynasty. Yes, it was built by a French missionary."

"Because it is near the port of Qingyangfang, foreigners from Yunchuan often go there—and there are many people who have invested in the expansion, and it has only become the scale it is today in recent years."

"The previous Mr. Schneider was one of them."

Such an answer did not surprise Qi Chensheng, after all, it was someone related to Wang Mingsheng, and there must be more overlaps in the interpersonal network.

"Also, that Miss Lena is currently working as a nun in this church."

He Chengdong said, and handed a photo to Qi Chensheng.

Qi Chensheng lowered his eyes and looked, this was obviously a group photo of Zhang Xiao. The background was a large-scale church. Although it was built with dark gray bricks and stones, there were all the necessary flower windows, spires, and bell towers.

He couldn't help but narrow his gray stumpy eyes slightly. He recalled that he had passed by there before, but he still didn't believe in domestic Buddhism and Taoism, let alone foreigners' gods, so he never went in to have a look.

On the grass in front of the church, seven or eight nuns in dark dresses stood neatly, and Lena was also inside.Surrounded by nuns is Father John Wang.

"This pastor, surnamed Wang, is 32 years old. I don't know what his real name is. It is said that he studied in France earlier and believed in Catholicism. After returning to China three years ago, he was recommended by the church and came to Skoll. church."

Qi Chensheng listened to He Chengdong's report, but his gaze fell to the corner of the photo.There is a luxuriant sycamore tree there, and a person is hidden behind the thick trunk.

He used a very strange angle to let the tree trunk block most of his face, but only exposed the scar on his forehead that was winding like a bow.

"In the church, are there any other priests surnamed Wang?"

Qi Chensheng asked a question out of the blue, which made He Chengdong a little stunned, but he still replied with a very professional quality: "Yes, I paid someone to go in and have a look. Now there are four priests in the church, and there is one surnamed Wang. Two—only the other one seems to be seriously ill and hasn't been seen for a long time."

"No." Qi Chensheng lightly put the photo back on the table, tapped his fingers a few times, shook his head and said, "He's not sick."

"He's inviting me to come."