【Xiyao】This life can wait for your return

Jin Guangyao didn't know that Lan Xichen, who was discussing things with Lan Qiren, had already sensed something was wrong when he just started to break the restriction on the door.

Someone is breaking the restrictions he set.

After only a moment's distraction, Lan Xichen returned to his original state, but he was distracted by a ray of divine sense to pay attention to the situation in the quiet room.

For some reason, Meng Sheng's face gradually emerged in his mind, blurred, and finally overlapped with another face—his A Yao.

The speed of breaking the restriction over there was very fast, and Lan Xichen's heartbeat was also fast.Almost in unbelievable ecstasy, Lan Xichen hurriedly ended the conversation with his uncle, and ran towards the quiet room.

That restriction was the idea that A Yao put forward at the beginning. He never mentioned it to others in these years, so the only person who can break the formation, except himself, is only A Yao.

What I miss, is it finally home...

When he saw the person in the quiet room, Lan Xichen actually had the idea of ​​running away. He was afraid that all this was just a mirror in the water and haze in a dream. He was afraid that that person was not the soul he expected.

But when he really hugged that person in his arms, all worries and anxieties disappeared, this is his Ayao.

Jin Guangyao couldn't help trembling, and asked cautiously: "Second Brother..."

"Well... welcome back, I miss you so much..."

He didn't ask why Jin Guangyao became Meng Sheng, didn't ask why he didn't recognize him, didn't ask about the reasons and mistakes of his predecessors...these are nothing.

They have missed too much, lost too much, and it is unreal to be able to embrace each other again at this moment, like in a dream.

"Second Brother...I'm not Meng Sheng, I'm Jin Guangyao, I'm Meng Yao..." There was chaos in Jin Guangyao's mind, and Jin Guangyao didn't know what he was talking about.

With a long sigh, a gentle smile hung on the corner of Lan Xichen's mouth, and his warm eyes were stained with a small light. He whispered in Jin Guangyao's ear, "I know... When Yun Huan and Meng Sheng met for the first time, he was thinking, is there really such a similar person in the world...not the appearance, but the soul..."

Jin Guangyao held Lan Xichen's arm tightly, as if a wandering heart had finally found its home.

The wind outside the window gently blows in, lingeringly rolling up the fluttering white gauze.Xia Chan, who was noisy on the tree, seemed to feel the tranquility, and unconsciously put away her high-pitched voice, and replaced it with a gentle low singing.The two people in the room hugged each other tightly, and neither of them spoke.If it weren't for the turbulent emotions in their eyes, it would make people suspect that this is a painting, and the people in the painting have never been separated...

Suddenly, Jin Guangyao seemed to remember something, broke away from Lan Xichen's embrace, and met Lan Xichen's eyes with some urgency, feeling uneasy, but determined to announce: "Second brother... I, me……"

Seeing that Jin Guangyao's eyes turned red due to eagerness, and even had a watery gleam, Lan Xichen suddenly smiled.

"I like you, or love you."

Jin Guangyao stared blankly at Lan Xichen, he saw that those beautiful eyes were full of firmness and deep affection just like his.

Involuntarily, tears fell like this, that sentence was repeated countless times in my heart, and countless words were buried, and suddenly I said it so naturally...

"I love you."

I love you very much...

Lan Xichen tenderly kissed those familiar eyes, bit by bit, lingeringly, as if he wanted to kiss away all the anxiety and loneliness of that person, kiss away the deepest and deepest way in the depths of that person's soul, called Inferiority scars.

Move down slowly, between the eyebrows, the tip of the nose... until you touch the softest lips.

Jin Guangyao froze for a moment, and after realizing what it was, he immediately hooked Lan Xichen's neck and sucked it "viciously".

It was a shy kiss at the beginning, and it heated up in the deepening entanglement. I don't know who opened the other's teeth first, and started to attack the tongue that wanted to escape. In the end, it was each other's mutual pursuit.

No one wants to let go, even if suffocated to death.They eagerly want to draw some kind of strength from each other's temperature, and confirm that this is not a dream, but a real existence that can be touched and blended into flesh and blood.

……

The position of the heart began to hurt again, but Jin Guangyao never cared about it from the beginning to the end.

Why do you have to care so much?

What should be forgotten, forget all, what should be remembered, remember firmly.

Remember this time and night, the hot temperature; remember this lingering death, never let go.

Whether it is life or death, as long as we truly embrace each other, everything will be fine...

The author has something to say:

So far, the story has ended, but the story of Yao Mei and Lan Da will never end.

I believe that every Mo Dao fan has his own unique story in his heart, and everyone has his own interpretation of the characters that attract us.

Xiaohua just told the story in my heart.

It may not be particularly good, and it cannot meet the requirements of everyone's hearts (if there is ooc, please forgive me, I am a little flower that is constantly improving), but I am very pleased that I can describe it completely.

If you like it, I hope you will collect it and recommend it to a reader.

Let me once again promote Xiaohua's previous article "How was a dream in the past" by Xi Yao

Since I have to go to school, I don't have any works in the near future, but I have been writing copywriting and conceiving character designs. When I have time in the future, I will definitely continue to write.

Shout out my dream—

I'm going to be a boss!

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My friend asked me why I was called "Little Flower"

I'm reminded of a little conversation in my head

"Why is it called Qishui Zhilan?"

"The little orchids by the Qishui River!"

"Oh... little flower..."

Then I was attracted by this nickname (////)