I want it all

Inside the twelfth floor of Yihuifang, the warm fragrance makes people drowsy.

At least Jian Yishan felt very tired, and really wanted to take a hot bath after drinking this cup, and then take a good rest for the night, so that he could spend the rest in a relaxed way, without having to think about the complicated official documents that he would face tomorrow.

However, Shen Feiyun was rarely in good spirits, thinking about how to make a routine.

Although my old friend's brain is sometimes not very good, and he can't turn the corner, but he is not a fool. It is not necessarily an easy task to want to talk.

So, when Jian Yishan finished drinking a glass of wine and was about to take a break, he filled the glass again.

"Why," Jian Yishan raised his eyebrows and pointed to the wine glass, "You still think I haven't drunk enough and are going to make me drunk to death?"

"Get drunk to relieve a thousand worries." Shen Feiyun picked up his wine glass, finished it quickly, and at the end, spread it out to Jian Yishan, signaling for himself to finish drinking, and you can do whatever you want.

Jian Yishan couldn't bear the excitement, picked up the wine glass, drank it all, and threw it heavily on the table, fighting like crazy.

"Again!" he yelled.

He seemed a little unhappy in his heart and urgently needed to vent.

Maybe it was because he saw Shen Feiyun and Shi Hongying acting intimately, and he knew he had no right to lose his temper, so he could only pretend to be heroic, not to be outdone, and didn't want to be compared by Shen Feiyun.

Shen Feiyun thought it would be good to save him from persuading him to drink.

Drinking sake one cup at a time makes one feel ecstatic. I really want to get drunk and never wake up again.

Shen Feiyun felt that the time was right, and asked, "Did you go back to Yangzhou a year ago?"

Jian Yishan froze, thought for a moment, and nodded slightly.

"You said you saw Qi Yuwen, is he okay now?" Shen Feiyun raised his eyes, his face was calm, no sadness or joy could be seen.

Jian Yishan's lips were tightly pursed, and the hand holding the cup became tighter, as if she was very concerned about Shen Feiyun's question.

"It's fine if you don't want to say it." Shen Feiyun frowned, not knowing why Jian Yishan reacted like this.

Obviously it was an old friend who started the conversation first, saying that he had met Qi Yuwen, but when he really asked, the other party hesitated to speak, unwilling to say more.

"I don't want to say it." Jian Yishan put down his wine glass, rubbed the space between his brows, and lowered his head so that people couldn't see his expression clearly.

He recalled it for a long time, and finally said slowly: "Qi Yuwen's situation... is very bad."

Before he opened his mouth, he almost thought for a moment, Shen Feiyun still thought that he was going to say a lot of nonsense, and was about to choose useful ones from a bunch of nonsense.

But he didn't expect that the other party only said one essence, which was so concise that people couldn't figure out what he was thinking during the nearly a stick of incense.

Shen Feiyun had no choice but to pretend to be calm and casually questioned.

"How bad is it?"

"dying."

This time, Jian Yishan answered very quickly, as if he had already anticipated what Shen Feiyun would ask in the previous incense stick, so he prepared the answer so that he could throw it out easily at this time.

When Shen Feiyun heard the answer, he didn't immediately believe it, but couldn't help but feel a shudder in his heart.

"However, he has great fortune and fate. After Liuxiu City Lord's hard work, he has recovered a little. When I rushed to visit, he was able to speak and asked me to tell you something."

When Jian Yishan said this, he stopped, apparently to whet Shen Feiyun's appetite.

Shen Feiyun was very face-saving, and asked curiously: "What's the matter?"

"He says……"

"My fate with Shen Feiyun is over, so I don't need to mention the old dreams. I did something that I was very sorry to him, and I was very sorry to Junior Brother Su... I just hope that from now on, Shen Feiyun can repent in time and forget about it. As long as I’m alone, I’m content.”

When Shen Feiyun heard the words, he felt it was ridiculous, there was absolutely no way that these words could come from Qi Yuwen's mouth.

But I don't know if Jian Yishan said such words, his own idea, or Su Lang's instruction.

"That's it." After Jian Yishan finished speaking, the whole person was obviously much more relaxed, "I also heard this passage, and felt that it was very meaningful, so I found out from Qi Yuwen that the two of you actually married... A big man, this is really..."

Shen Feiyun sneered, and said lightly: "How is it really?"

Jian Yishan turned into Rufeng: "That was really the first experience of the world, it was so innovative that people couldn't help but be overwhelmed. After listening to the storyteller, he kept telling witty words and praised you for three days and three nights without stopping. .”

"Enough is enough." Shen Feiyun held his forehead and couldn't help laughing out loud, "You really haven't changed at all, you speak upside down."

"It's all about complimenting you, tell the truth." Jian Yishan said.

Shen Feiyun asked for a long time, and found that the old friend had indeed become smooth within two years, perhaps because of being honed in the officialdom, he said a lot of witty words, but few were useful.

After asking, in a trance, Shen Feiyun felt that he was not talking routinely, but was being led by the nose.

"After drinking these jugs of wine, I seem to be quite sober." Jian Yishan went downstairs with a few jars of fermented spirits and walked in, "If I really want to get drunk and relieve my worries, I'm afraid I have to drink these."

Shen Feiyun only raised his head slightly, but he was still very clear-headed, and his actions were neat and tidy, without the slightest sloppiness.

He reached out to take the wine jar, patted off the lid, and when he smelled the aroma of strong wine, he realized that he hadn't touched such strong wine for a long time.

Except for the three months when he couldn't see Su Lang.

The words "drunk life, dream and death" are not enough to describe the three months of darkness.

When he was a little drunk, Shen Feiyun looked up, and saw that Jian Yishan just got up, walked to the side of the spice stand, and poured unknown spices into the golden jar.

Soon, the soft and lingering cold fragrance overwhelmed the previous light and gorgeous warm fragrance.

"What is this?" Shen Feiyun was a bit too slow, waiting for the scent to float to the tip of his nose before reacting.

Jian Yishan walked back, sat down slowly, filled Shen Feiyun's wine bowl, and said calmly: "Sanqing agarwood can soothe the nerves and help you sleep well."

Soon, Shen Feiyun was dizzy from being fed.He originally wanted to take the opportunity to get Jian Yishan drunk, but when he changed the cup, he got drunk first and became confused.

Maybe he also longs to get drunk so that he can forget the troubles of this secular world, so that he can forget that he had a skin-to-skin relationship with Su Lang, was turned into a red wave, and was extremely lingering.

When he collapsed on the table, he was careful not to completely lose consciousness, so he heard Jian Yishan calling softly in his ear.

"Shen Er, are you okay? Is that how much you drink?"

Shen Feiyun could tell that he was making fun of him.

He himself also laughed, laughing that he couldn't see through the word love.

It's ridiculous.

Not long after, the sound of the door bolt falling reached the ears, and then the door behind was closed to isolate the wind and snow from the warm room.

Then even the lights were extinguished.

Shen Feiyun seemed to have had his acupuncture points tapped, but in a trance, he thought that the person surrounding him from behind was Su Lang, so he didn't struggle.

"I burned some incense... I really miss you so much, I don't ask you to forgive me, anyway, I've done too many stupid things, and I'm not afraid of doing one more thing."

It was Su Lang's voice, Shen Feiyun thought deliriously.

He was carried to the bed, his clothes were stripped off, and he was cared for carefully.A great sense of shame enveloped him, he tried to curl his legs, but was stopped.

"Su Lang...is that you? Su Lang..." Shen Feiyun murmured over and over again, extremely intimate, but also full of unprecedented resentment.

Su Lang's sweat dripped on his chest.

Shen Feiyun only felt aggrieved, gritted his teeth, and sneered: "You must know that I went to look for you, didn't you? I did it more than once, more than twice... But why do you refuse to see me and listen to me? ?”

"What do you want to say?" Su Lang bit his earlobe, "Does it mean that you and Brother Qi are married, or that you have moved on and left me behind?"

No, I'm telling you...

We've been here.

Shen Feiyun swallowed the words in his heart, and refused to say them easily, so that Su Lang could do what he wanted.

At this moment, after two years of brewing, this relationship was secretly fermented in Shen Feiyun's heart, giving birth to unwillingness to be outdone.

He didn't want to rush out his sincerity, and let Su Lang wave it away, trampling it down to nothing.

"I hate you so much." Su Lang's previous words were a little hasty, panting with pain, but these four words were spoken clearly and clearly, so that people could hear them clearly.

"I hate you so much."

Accompanied by these four words, Shen Feiyun became more and more impatient, thinking that he didn't say he hated you first, why did you hate me.

"Shen Feiyun... as long as you have a little heart..."

The remaining words were swallowed into his lips and teeth.

During the overturn, Shen Feiyun felt that his acupoints were untied, but his hands and feet were still sore and he couldn't use his strength.He stretched out his hands and hugged the person on his body tightly without any scruples.

"Su Lang, I miss you very much. If you had come to see me a year earlier, I would have told you how much I would like to..."

I am willing to stay with you for the rest of my life without any deception.

Su Lang grabbed Shen Feiyun's neck, put his forehead on his left shoulder, and said viciously:

"What do you want? Would you like to be friends with me, be a confidant with me? Would you like to forgive my former Meng Lang; would you like to thank me for telling you that there can still be a lover-like entanglement between two men; thank you for teaching me You, so that you and Senior Brother Qi will be united forever?"

As soon as Shen Feiyun grasped Su Lang's hand, he coughed twice, got gasped, and was finally able to speak out again.

"I don't want to," he said, "You are too disappointing...Maybe I never knew you, it's all my wishful thinking, I don't know you..."

He choked up and said: "I really wish I had never met you. It wasn't you who competed with me when I was a child, you weren't the person I saved with my wounded hand, and it wasn't you who promised to forge a peerless sword...

"I didn't go to Qingzhou to look for you, and I didn't save you again. It's not you who I want to go hand in hand with, and it's even more impossible for you to marry me..."

Su Lang was so mad when he heard it, he pulled out the plain fan beside his pillow and pressed it against Shen Feiyun's neck.

Sure enough, he was just Shen Feiyun's childhood remnant and his inspiration. If possible, Shen Feiyun would not want to know him at all, and even more wanted to forget him.

The person Shen Feiyun really likes is Senior Brother Qi. He wants to marry Senior Brother Qi and go home hand in hand.

"You just go to die," Su Lang's hand holding the fan began to tremble, "Why don't you die when you say such things? You don't want to forget me, everything is me, only me...except me, Who else would like you, Shen Feiyun? Who would dare to like you in front of me?"

Although Shen Feiyun said that he wanted to forget Su Lang, it was only because of his shortness of breath, coupled with the non-stop longing for the past two years, that he spoke out in anger.

He tightly strangled Su Lang's slender waist with both hands, almost cutting him off.

Fortunately, he lost his internal strength, otherwise it would really break.

Su Lang watched it for a long time, but finally couldn't bear to do any harm, so he closed the paper fan, held it in his mouth, and clenched it tightly to prevent his voice from leaking out.

Together with his overwhelming emotions, he buried them in his chest.