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On the other side of the pavilion, Si Song, Chang Xiyang and the two were a little embarrassed.

The clothes got a little wet and didn't feel comfortable sticking to them.Chang Xiyang tugged at the end of his hair with his hands and shook it, his long hair must be messily entangled now.It really sucks.Looking at it now, it must be very embarrassing.

In my impression, this is the second time he has been exposed to rain.

The first time, that was a long time ago.

Living in China temporarily?In the heyday of the Tang Dynasty, there are few such prosperous countries in human beings. He lived here for a while full of curiosity.

Occasionally feel the human living environment, the experience is not bad.He likes the unknown feeling like digging for treasure.It was also at that time that he heard the news from Qiuyan.

"Are you sure?" Qiu Yan narrowed her eyes like a lazy cat.

"I can't hurt him." His voice was cold and strange.

"It's up to you, as long as you feel at ease. I won't let you die too badly." Qiu Yan raised the corners of her mouth, raised his chin, and let out a puff of smoke.

"Fate is fixed, and all calamities cannot escape. But I can also tell you that the ending is good."

"Have you ever considered yourself?" He looked into Qiu Yan's deep eyes, which reflected a small and cold self.

"I'll be with you till the end."

"You promised me."

"Never break your word."

He couldn't be with Si Song, never could.

The red thread is held in the hands of two people, he holds one end, and Si Song is at the other end.

In the past, he silently and eagerly longed for Si Song to pick up the red thread over there and walk towards him step by step.

Now, he was going to cut the thread with his own hands.

Standing here is not only Chang Xiyang, but also the endless evil behind him.

What can't be escaped is just the length of time.Qiu Yan said so.

Then I will give up by myself.

Like this rain, he stood in the rain without an umbrella.

If he was an ordinary human being, someone would hold an umbrella for him.

Si Song, are you going to laugh at me?

As the Creator, he doesn't even want to create an umbrella, and is willing to get wet in the rain.

He was standing outside Si Song's mansion, they naturally did not live together.He wanted to raise his hand to knock on the door to borrow an umbrella, and then the door opened, and Si Song would stare at him in surprise, and would frantically change a towel into a paper umbrella, protect him into the room, and then wipe him off. Dry and wet hair, he would laugh at him while wiping it, how stupid he didn’t even open an umbrella, then hand him a cup of warm ginger tea, and maybe carefully wrap him in his arms, but pretended to tell him nonchalantly He, this is the best way to restore warmth.

How stupid, how stupid.

He smiled, thinking so.

But his raised hand didn't drop, he didn't knock on the door, the door didn't open, and there was no song.

He left quietly.

It rained heavily that day, and he got wet and walked in the rain without shedding a single tear.

Really...

On the second day, it cleared up.

He and Si Song Xiaoqian made an appointment in the bamboo forest, and it was also the Eight Immortals Table and the gazebo.

He looked at Si Song's defenseless sleeping face, the corners of Si Song's eyes drooped slightly, the angles were very beautiful, not at all so warm and beautiful.

In the end, he quietly looked at that person, and he heard himself say, Si Song, I think I like you a little bit.

This is my first confession and my last.

From now on, Chang Xiyang will no longer like Si Song.He didn't say it, and Si Song wouldn't know.

Like Cui Gai Huazhang, Si Song couldn't figure out Chang Xiyang.He will never be able to understand a little bit, even if he exhausts his true meaning.

Although he once thought he knew the man perfectly.

After Chang Xiyang left the heaven, Si Song planted this pond of lotus.

He wasn't lying, it really was something he bred.Cui Gai Huazhang is not cold-resistant, but Chang Xiyang is different. He stands on the high mountain top, clear and cold, like jade and ice.

But is your heart as cruel as ice?

Leave me alone, the original sentence of liking... Is it not enough for me to chase you for more than 1000 years for these two words?

From the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty to the decline of the Tang Dynasty, the Hua Kingdom was in chaos and wars. After many dynasties, it finally declined in the hands of the Qing Dynasty.

The vicissitudes of life are endless.

The word "sincerity" is not enough to compare with Mr. Orange who has known each other for a few days...?

At that time, Si Song stood by the pool every day, staring at the flowing water of Ke Xin in full bloom in the pool, dazed in a daze.

My true meaning, may I ask if flowers know?

Not much rain...

It's disturbing.

Chang Xiyang pushed his hair behind his ears, "I'm in a mess, I'm like this now." There seemed to be some apology in his voice, although he didn't know who he was sorry for.

"How could it be?" Si Song smiled and helped the man cut his hair.

"Si Song, do you have someone in mind?" A Yang asked casually, as if casually.

"Have it."

"You like men, don't you?"

"Ah."

"And what do I look like?"

"Uh..." Chang Xiyang looked at the man opposite with his chin resting on one hand, who was obviously frightened.

"not bad."

"Oh? How is that compared with your ideal person?" The innocent tone seemed to be asking an insignificant question.

"Ayan."

"Ok?"

Si Song stopped talking, he lowered his head and struggled for something, opened his mouth several times but said nothing.

"Huh? Si Song?" Chang Xiyang stood up and approached the man step by step. He casually leaned against the table and looked down at Si Song, "Aren't I the one you like?"

Si Song raised his head, his eyes darkened, "Do you know what you're talking about?"

"I've always been sober." Chang Xiyang bent down and put his lips together.

It's still raining.

Cool, drop.There was a small splash of water, with a cold wetness.

They exchanged a not so passionate kiss.

But it is like two people embracing each other for warmth in the ice and snow, greedily asking for each other's temperature.

"I don't think... I was wrong." Chang Xiyang said intermittently, panting heavily.

I never felt that I was wrong.

Especially when it comes to loving you.

Si Song stuck his fingers into A Yang's wet clothes, wrapped his arms around the man's waist, and dragged him to his lap. "Can you?" He pressed Ayang's forehead and asked hoarsely.

"Why not?" Chang Xiyang laughed and unbuttoned his shirt with one hand.

"You're a little different today."

"Huh? Is that so? So what should I be like?"

"Calm and calm, shy and clean."

"You mean I'm not clean now?" His voice trembled with Si Song's movements.

"Of course not, it's just that it feels different. It will hurt a little, bear with it."

"Hmm... I thought you'd like it."

"I like them all. It just doesn't feel like you."

Xi Yang laughed softly, "We've only known each other for a few days."

"It's just a feeling." He lowered his head and kissed the person whose face turned pale instantly because of the pain.

Not tender at all.

Chang Xiyang was a little distracted.His movements were the same as before, but not gentle.

Because there is no love?

They stuck together tightly, but Chang Xiyang couldn't feel the man's love.

Is it like this?

What Qiuyan said, what you are missing.

Is it love?

"You still have the strength to distract yourself?" Si Song pretended to be dissatisfied.

"Do you love me?"

"Uh..." Si Song didn't answer.he does not know.

"It's okay, I love you. Hey, don't stop."

This year's flowers are better than last year's, but it's a pity that next year's flowers will be even better. Who do you know?

Flowers are speechless.

It is so romantic and happy, and the flowers are smiling and raining.

Chang Xiyang buttoned up his shirt. Although Si Song tried his best to use his arms to support him, his back was still a bit worn out on the table. Now it really hurts a little with the movements, and it reminded him of the pain from before. Not a good memory.

Looking at the man's refreshed appearance, Chang Xiyang kicked his toes unhappily.

"Go back and apply the medicine to you, be obedient." Si Song rubbed Xi Yang's back, his tone flattering.

"Now you are like an unscrupulous human boss who coaxes Xiaomi with a sweet mouth." Chang Xiyang pouted and pushed his chest dissatisfiedly, "I also look like an idiot who went to bed with you and sold his body for money." He said He added another sentence in a low voice.

"Do not say that."

"But you don't love me." Chang Xiyang buried his face in his palms, "Oh my god, now I look like a fool complaining that I can't get love... well, I already am. It shouldn't be."

"It shouldn't be. You're not an idiot, and I love you too."

Xi Yang sat up straight and looked at Si Song in surprise, "I didn't think you could tell lies without hesitation before."