Chunyin

"Brother Zhuo, have you figured it out?" Shen Zhuyun asked.

Being watched by Shen Zhuyun, Song Zhuo felt like a ghost exposed in broad daylight, about to be tanned and turned into a wisp of green smoke.

He rolled his Adam's apple and swallowed.As Shen Zhuyun said, he has wandered outside for half a year, which is long enough.So even though he still couldn't understand why Shen Zhuyun fell in love with him, or whether he had feelings for Shen Zhuyun, but there was one thing he was sure of.

Song Zhuo hesitated for a moment, moved his buttocks, and moved a little closer to Shen Zhuyun's side - the sleeves of the two touched together, and as the carriage shook, they gently rubbed back and forth.

With just such a small movement, Shen Zhuyun's eyes darkened.

As if making up his mind, Song Zhuo leaned over and grabbed Shen Zhuyun's hand.

Song Zhuo said: "Third brother, I'm sorry to leave without saying goodbye. I was...too surprised before. Now I understand."

Shen Zhuyun asked: "Brother Zhuo, what do you want to understand?"

Song Zhuo looked at him: "No matter what, you are my third brother." He hesitated for a while, and then said, "I, I have never thought about these things, but if the third brother wants, I am willing to try. "

Shen Zhuyun looked down, and when Song Zhuo said this, the strength in his hand suddenly increased, and several blue veins appeared on the back of his hand, obviously very nervous.

Shen Zhuyun smiled and asked: "Brother Zhuo, does he know what I want?"

Song Zhuo hurriedly said: "I know. The third brother wants... wants me to help you too."

Shen Zhuyun raised his eyes and looked at Song Zhuo: "Yanqing, think about it, I want much more than this."

Song Zhuo shrank his hands as if he had been scalded by his eyes, but said in his mouth, "Third Brother, whatever you want, as long as I have, I can give it to you."

As soon as the words fell, Shen Zhuyun's face suddenly approached him, Song Zhuo was so startled that he closed his eyes, but his breathing stopped just a few feet away.Song Zhuo's hands were shackled by Shen Zhuyun and pressed on the seat.He waited stiffly, but the expected kiss did not fall.

"Open your eyes and look at me." Shen Zhuyun ordered in a low voice.

Song Zhuo's eyelids trembled and he opened them.

Shen Zhuyun looked into his eyes and called his name: "Song Yanqing, there is still time to escape."

He also reminded him to "think about it", and warned him that "it is still too late to escape", as if what Song Zhuo was facing was an abyss, a trap, and once he entered it, he could never turn back.

Song Zhuo listened, stretched his body, raised his chin and touched Shen Zhuyun's lips superficially.

"Third brother, I won't run away."

Shen Zhuyun took a deep breath, and hugged Song Zhuo tightly into his arms as if he had relieved a heavy burden.

He is no longer obsessed with why Song Zhuo came back, it doesn't matter whether he is his elder brother or the person he likes, these are no longer important.This person fled for half a year, half a year, it was too long.He once thought that Song Zhuo was scared away and would not come back.But he simply never came back, now that he came back, that he sat beside him, that he held his hands, and that he said these words to him, it was his own trap.

Now that the net is closed, he cannot escape.

The horse that Song Zhuo rode over was tied at the back of the carriage, and I sat on the horse's back and followed the carriage slowly towards the brilliant sunset in the west.Listening to the movement of the two people in the carriage, I suddenly understood the relationship between the reincarnation fates of the lifetimes——Shen Zhuyun became more and more like the later Fu Huan.

Why.Looking at these two people, I can't help but think of things in my previous life.It was the first time I met Fu Changting in my previous life.

Unlike Shen and Song, who still had decades of flirting with each other, my relationship with Fu Changting was like a joke. This joke started with boredom and loneliness, but it was just a pastime that no one would really.

That was the end of the imperial examination that year, before I got the certificate of appointment.During that period of time, I was very depressed, half of this depression was due to Zhuang Heng, and the other half was because most of them were appointed to official posts in the same year.The officials of the Yintai Division would only smile at me courteously: "Your Majesty will definitely give you a good job. Once you are appointed, I will send you to the Marquis' Mansion immediately. The weather is hot, so your son will go back and wait."

Xiaoman has passed, and the weather is indeed getting hotter every day.I was very depressed, my acquaintances had already left Beijing to take up their posts, and I couldn't get along with those idle and powerful children in Beijing. After all, I only had Fu Changting and Zhuang Ziyu.It is impossible for me to see Zhuang Ziyu. Fu Changting seems to be working on a big case these days, and he is very busy day and night.

When I entered the small courtyard that Fu Huan rented in the outer city, Fu Huan was taking a shower by the well. When he saw me entering, he said with a smile without hesitation: "Your Majesty came to the humble house, and the plants are full of glory."

I glared at him and said, "Your place is really hard to find."

Fu Huan responded outside the door: "Have you ever been to the house that Zi Yu recently moved to? The alley turns around like a maze, so it's really hard to find."

"He changed his place of residence?" I asked, paused, and said irritably, "Why should I go to him?"

Fu Huan poured a basin of water in the courtyard, didn't answer, and only asked me to pour tea and sit down.

I didn't have the time to sit, so I looked around in Fu Huan's room, and then I saw a scroll of old paintings in a painting tube next to his desk.

When Fu Huan came in with the chill of well water, I was looking at the painting by the window.Fu Huan was stunned when he saw the painting, and then he smiled indifferently and said, "Brother Lan Yu really doesn't like me."

I raised my eyes, with a half-smile: "If I treat myself as an outsider, wouldn't I miss out on the good things that Brother Chang Ting has kept privately?"

That painting is in the same vein as Zhuang Heng's original paintings of beauties, but the strokes are bolder and more or less similar to me.There is no inscription or postscript, so I thought that Zhuang Ziyu would disdain painting such explicit paintings, so they could only be painted by Fu Changting.

"Who did Brother Changting draw?"

Fu Huan walked up to him, and asked with a smile, "Who are you talking about?"

I threw the painting on the table, walked half a step away, and sneered half-truthfully: "It is said that you and Zhuang Ziyu are Zhilan Yushu, in my opinion, you have similar tastes."

Fu Huan was really shameless in that life, he held my arm through his clothes: "Lan Yu, you are wrong. Zi Yu is Qinglian Zhuozhuo, I am really much more filthy than him."

He said and pulled me over.I saw undried water stains seeping through his summer shirt, and he was damp and hot.

That hand slid from my arm to my waist, and pulled my belt. He looked down at me, half joking, half serious: "I'm serious, and I want to see what Lan Zheng looks like."

When I got along with Fu Changting, I was not very serious. I was bored and angry. Fu Huan pulled my belt, and I pushed my waist forward, and took his hand to pull the belt away.

The silk shirt was slippery, and it was scattered all at once.

Seeing this, Fu Huan was stunned, as if he hadn't expected my actions, and then his eyes darkened instantly.

I stared into his eyes and asked, "Brother Changting, think it over, do you want to look at me, or someone else?" I said, "I only have Liang Lanzheng here, and I can't get anyone else to do it for you."

Fu Huanyang smiled and said in a low voice, "I don't want anyone else, but Liang Lanzheng."

Then, amidst the hissing cicadas, one was harboring evil intentions and the other was distracted, the blue sky and the bright sun were turning upside down, in a mess.

Afterwards, I dressed and got up. Through the messy desk, Fu Huan leaned on the chair and looked at my back, and suddenly said in a low voice: "Lan Zheng, I seem to have been looking for you for a long time."

I frowned and turned around: "Brother Changting is beautiful, a sweet talk is not enough."

Fu Huan was startled for a moment, then smiled lazily, and did not speak again.