i don't like brother

When Xiao Qin woke up, there was a layer of white mist in front of his eyes. Through this white mist, he couldn't see clearly, everything was only a vague outline.

At first he thought that there was a fog in front of his eyes, but then he changed his direction and saw the lamp on the desk next to him blurred into a ball of orange light in the fog, and after blinking again, he knew that he seemed to be out. What's the situation.

Someone came in.

Xiao Qin turned his head to look hesitantly, only to see the outline of a blurred figure, like a distant shadow outlined by a stroke of ink, which cannot be seen clearly.

But almost the moment he sensed this person, he said, "Senior brother."

The man paused and stood aside.

Xiao Qin called again: "Brother."

This time, before he finished speaking, he had already laughed, and the flames were dancing in his eyes, making his extremely beautiful eyebrows look illusory and fragile.

There was light in his eyes, but that light was blank. His dark pupils were covered with a layer of silvery white, like the starlight in the deep space, and the frosty silver under the moonlight at night on the earth wrapped in cold winter.

The man stared blankly at Xiao Qin's pupils for a while.

Xiao Qin's words didn't get feedback, and he frowned slightly aggrieved, he said: "Brother, why are you ignoring me?"

"Are you angry with me?" The voice was low, light and bleak, like the hopeless whimper of a small animal in the icy water of winter.

The man trembled, and finally said: "How is it possible." His voice was also very low and soft.

"How could I be mad at you."

The subsequent murmur disappeared in the wind: "I'm afraid you'll be angry with me and don't want to see me." When he said the word "see", he was shocked, and the bitter and astringent acid made his heart throb .

"Really not angry with me?" Xiao Qin said suspiciously, "Then why are you so far away from me?"

"It's so far away, I can't reach it in a lifetime." Xiao Qin's tone was desolate and lonely, as if he was whispering a dream that would not be reached in thousands of years, "It's too long."

Han Nansong moved over almost instantly and stood beside Xiao Qin.

He looked at him at a loss, not knowing what he should do, the strong idea of ​​wanting to hug this person who had been lonely for thousands of years filled his mind, but he was afraid that this sudden move would frighten the person beside him, so he shook his hands several times. Move and let go.

Fortunately, in the next second, he didn't have to worry about it.

Xiao Qin had stretched out his hand, and wrapped it around Han Nansong's waist contentedly.

His hands seem to be tightened, but the strength is restrained and cautious, for fear that all this is just another dream that he doesn't want to wake up.

When the real touch came from his hand, he was a little dazed.

This time the dream seemed to be more real.

He closed his eyes and rubbed against the man's waist, as if he had obtained the whole world with joy, regardless of the man's momentary stiff muscles, he lowered his head against the man's waist, and a drop of crystal clear liquid flowed from his closed mouth. The eyes dripped to the ground, wet the dust, and clouded the years.

The real temperature in his arms was already warm enough to comfort him for the rest of his life.

Xiao Qin's heart was already filled with this warm and scalding temperature, and they filled up the gap that was expanding every moment bit by bit.

He obtained this temperature almost greedily, so that he could remember the taste he once had after it was lost.

After leaning like this for a while, until Han Nansong's muscles gradually relaxed from stiffness, Xiao Qin suddenly let go and stood up, opened his eyes and fixedly looked at Han Nansong.

Han Nansong was shocked by the deep affection in his eyes, and heard him say: "Brother, I miss you."

"I really want it, I want it every day and every night."

Thinking about it makes my heart sick, and every moment is like ten thousand ants eating my heart.

"Brother, I am pleased with you and admire you."

"Like you, miss you, love you."

Before Han Nansong, whose mind was blank, came back to his senses, Xiao Qin's face was already in front of him.

There was a reckless determination in his expression, and he moved forward without hesitation, but there was a strange sadness in his eyes, which flowed from the bottom of his heart into his eyes, then slipped out of his eye sockets, and fell into Han Nansong's heart. It made him suddenly feel boundless guilt, distressed and soft.

Xiao Qin's lips finally fell down, warm and scorching, soft and hot, as if an imprint had been branded on Han Nansong's heart.

He just kissed lightly and left, eyes open, waiting for the imminent separation.

don't go, okay?

Even if it is an illusion, stay for a while longer, let me take a good look at your appearance.

——I have already sketched the appearance in my heart thousands of times.

After a while, he was stunned, the person in front of him was still too real to be a phantom.

Didn't disappear?

very nice.

He laughed, tears in his eyes, like starlight.

The world in front of him was covered with white mist, but the man's eyebrows and eyes were as clear as a stroke engraved in his heart, every tender flesh in Xiao Qin's heart, there was him.You don't need to look, you should know everything about this person.

The sound of cloth rubbing against each other, all the subtle senses are infinitely magnified at this time, the temperature of every touch is transmitted directly to the bottom of my heart, every drop of blood in my heart is boiling and screaming with joy, trembling It flows into every blood vessel in the body.

Limbs and bones, flesh and skin, bone marrow and blood, all sink in the ultimate joy.

The lights are flickering, and the figures are in pairs.

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(The actual number of words in this chapter should be more than 1 words. It looks short, but it is actually very long. It is already a three-day chapter. However, only smart children can see it. I believe everyone can see it. right!)

Xiao Qin looked deeply at the person in front of him, the corner of his mouth had an upward arc that he didn't know, at this moment, there was no place between his brows and the corners of his eyes that was not in full bloom, and there was no part that was not tender and joyful, it was hard to imagine that a person's eyebrows could To be so soft, to be so happy.

Han Nansong's hair was scattered on the side, the ends of his eyes were stained red like cinnabar, and his white jade face was also stained with a layer of red, as if the color was forced into jade. He opened his eyes, a pair of phoenix eyes rare A little bit at a loss.

Xiao Qin's hand flashed before his eyes, a drop of bright red on his wrist was like a red plum in snow, and his heart was covered with cinnabar.

His eyes followed the past unconsciously, until Xiao Qin put his hands aside, Xiao Qin began to call in a low voice: "Senior brother."

One sound after another, each sound slower than the sound, but more lingering than the sound, more touching than the sound.

Han Nansong's heart almost melted in this whisper, he closed his eyes for a moment, and raised his head.

Xiao Qin's voice suddenly stopped.

There was a warm and soft touch on his wrist, as soft as his heart, like a pool of water, no, it was a pool of blood that he held in his heart, even if the heart weathered and withered in time, the pool of blood It won't disappear either, it's still warm and sweet, and it's still cherished by him until the end of time.

Just one drop of that blood could make his heart beat for eternity.

There was also a voice next to his ear, calling in a low voice: "Xiao Qin."

I am so happy.

If he is a tree, then it is cold winter at this moment, and he has already bloomed thousands of flowers and sprouted endless branches and buds.

The author has something to say:

I feel that the writing is so sweet and sweet. While writing, I couldn't help showing a rolling idiot smile, hehehe.

After posting these, the author has already started to tremble, worrying about whether it will be locked. Although I feel that the post is not below the neck, I don't know whether my judgment is accurate or not.

When I started writing, I didn’t expect that I would write such a sweet story, but as I wrote it, it became sweeter. I really want to applaud myself. It’s not cruel to write such a sweet story~