Save the beautiful and tragic hero

As soon as these words came out, Hu Luyan was stunned on the spot.

He stared at Mi Lu with those black eyes for a moment, his posture was stiff, his body was visibly tense, and his hands hanging by his sides unconsciously clenched.

The tent was so quiet that you could hear a needle drop, and you could even faintly hear the sound of air flowing.

Even if Hu Luyan didn't speak, Mi Lu could clearly feel the low pressure emanating from him.

The air pressure fell down like a rock, making Mi Lu's back feel chilly, and his breathing rate gradually accelerated.

Mi Lu had to open his mouth, take a deep breath, and closed his eyes briefly, before continuing, "I don't really remember your previous memories, I only remember the latter..."

Hu Luyan was silent for a while, and asked dryly, "What did you see?"

"It's hard to say..." Thinking of that dream, Mi Lu suddenly felt hot in his ears, and there seemed to be something crawling on his cheek.

He wiped his face with his hands, and tried his best to say the incident calmly: "I saw the dream you had once...it should be a dream, right? After all, we haven't played on the grass, and I don't Not sitting on the grass in the sun, and it was past summer when we met."

the most important is--

They didn't do that at all.

"..." Hu Luyan was completely dumbfounded, his expression full of unconcealable astonishment.

"You and I are both men. Now that you are over eighteen, I have nothing to be embarrassed about." Mi Lu pointed to the chair opposite, "Would you like to sit down first?"

Hu Luyan stood there blushing, now it was his turn to have acupuncture points tapped, and he remained motionless.

Mi Lu waited for a while, seeing that Hu Luyan was still like a piece of wood, he had no choice but to give up, retracted his hand, and slowly rubbed the edge of the chair, he said in a slow tone: "I don't know why you dreamed of me, but I want to tell you , don’t substitute that dream into reality, and that dream shouldn’t affect our relationship.”

As he said that, Mi Lu calculated in his heart, and then smiled, "If I remember correctly, you just turned 14 at that time, right? 14 years old is the age when half a foot enters the adult world. I am curious about that aspect." It couldn’t be more normal, having sex/dreams is also human nature, it may be related to your mental experience or emotional environment, wasn’t Xiao Zhen there at the time? Perhaps part of the reason why you had sex/dreams was influenced by him.”

Hu Luyan opened his mouth, but found that his throat was blocked and his chest was strangled.

In a state of nervous tension, he couldn't utter a word.

The Ye Mingzhu was placed on the cabinet next to it, and the soft white light flowed gently and slowly across Mi Lu's face like a surging current.

Mi Lu casually tied his black hair behind his head, revealing his fair and beautiful neck. He obviously didn't put any makeup on his face, but under the white light, Hu Luyan felt that his face was more colorful than the ones he had seen in brothels when he was a child. His face is a hundred times more beautiful.

So much so that he lost his sight of God.

Until Mi Lu said again: "Don't take that dream too seriously, it's just a reflection of your mood at that time."

At this time, Hu Luyan finally recovered his voice with difficulty: "Why is the person I dreamed about you?"

This question stumped Mi Lu.

Mi Lu raised his chin, frowned and thought for a while, then replied: "At that time, there were only Xiaozhen and I by your side. After Xiaozhen left, only me was left, and I was the only one who followed you along the way, so you That's why I subconsciously replaced the dream object with me."

Mi Lu didn't know either.

Not to mention that he has never had a spring/dream in which the scene and objects are so clearly visible, even if he did, he would never dream of doing that kind of thing with a same-sex person who gets along with the sun.

However, the behavior of having sex/dreams is not something that can be easily controlled by one person. I heard that some people's sex/dreams are still primary school classmates they accidentally recognize while walking on the road.

Therefore, it is not incomprehensible for Hu Luyan to dream about him.

Taking a step back, so what if he can't understand?He couldn't just ridicule Hu Luyan from head to toe for a dream four years ago, right?

Where does he have the guts to ridicule Hu Luyan?

After thinking about it, Mi Lu could only put aside other thoughts and comfort Hu Luyan patiently: "Actually, it's not strange for you to dream of me. I also dreamed when I was fourteen or five years old. I was the same as you. It’s all familiar people.”

Hearing this, Hu Luyan paused suddenly, and his voice suddenly sank: "Who did you dream about?"

Mi Lu was too lazy to make up a name, so he said perfunctorily, "It's someone you don't know."

Hu Luyan was quiet for a while, and the question was still the same: "Who is it?"

Mi Lu didn't expect Hu Luyan to be so curious about his affairs, and suddenly he couldn't laugh or cry: "You don't know him, even if I say his name, you don't know who it is."

Hu Luyan's clenched hands slowly loosened, and slowly clenched again, his hands were shaking, as if trying to suppress some kind of emotion.

After a while, he said, "What's the name of that person?"

Mi Lu had no choice but to answer: "It's a maid in our family. She looks pretty. I don't know her name."

Hu Luyan stared at him: "Do you like her?"

"Huh?" Mi Lu blinked in confusion, and it took a long time to digest Hu Luyan's words, and hurriedly waved her hands, "No, I don't like her."

"You don't like her, but you dream about her."

"Because she has served me the longest time. Apart from my relatives and friends, she is the person I see most often. That's why I dream about her, just like you dream about me. It has nothing to do with whether I like it or not." " Mi Lu looked at Hu Luyan seriously, "Do you understand?"

It's a pity that Hu Luyan didn't answer, his lips were tightly pursed, and his eyes were deep and elusive.

I don't know if it was Mi Lu's illusion, but at this moment, Hu Luyan seemed to be in a certain mood, his feet were entangled, and he couldn't pull himself out.

He changed his mind and thought that although Hu Luyan in the original plot was admired by many female characters, he had never really been with any female character from the beginning to the end.

Hu Luyan has too many burdens in his life and too many things to do, and his love for children is more like a burden than him.

Perhaps it is because of this that Hu Luyan is as simple as a piece of paper in this regard, and keeps digging into the horns.

It's useless to say more, let Hu Luyan feel it for himself.

Now that the plot line in the book has changed, maybe when Hu Luyan will fall in love with someone and forget about these embarrassing things.

Thinking of this, Mi Lu felt relieved, got up and called Hu Luyan to go and rest.

Then he picked up the Ye Mingzhu placed on the cabinet, and prepared to walk outside the curtain.

As a result, as soon as he took two steps, Hu Luyan stretched out his hand to block his way: "What if I keep dreaming about you?"

Mi Lu turned her head and met Hu Luyan's dark eyes.

The light of the Ye Mingzhu fell on Hu Luyan's eyes, clearly illuminating Mi Lu's figure reflected in Hu Luyan's eyes.

Mi Lu found that Hu Luyan's eyes were really beautiful, as if soaked in a clear spring, bright and penetrating, but there seemed to be an undercurrent surging under the calm water surface, mixed with many emotions he could not understand.

It was as if something flashed through Mi Lu's mind.

However, when he reached out to grab it, the thing had already disappeared without a trace like a meteor.

He frowned, and backed away calmly - this is a subconscious defensive reaction when a person perceives danger or something is wrong.

Even Mi Lu herself didn't realize it.

"No." Mi Lu said, "Don't think too much, go to bed early."

After speaking, he hurried away.

The white light of Ye Mingzhu followed Mi Lu's steps around the outside of the curtain, and with the curtain in the middle as a cover, the tent where Hu Luyan was in was suddenly swallowed by darkness.

But Hu Luyan was ignorant, and still stood there motionless.

He didn't walk to the bed until the white light outside the curtain disappeared.

He undressed, took off his shoes, and lay down on the bed, making a lot of noise.

Mi Lu on the other side of the curtain had already sat on the bed, and listened to Hu Luyan's voice with his ears upright. After hearing that Hu Luyan had gone to bed obediently, he relaxed and lay down.

Not long after, Mi Lu's breathing became even and long.

Hu Luyan was not asleep, he waited for a long time, and when Mi Lu was completely asleep, he sat up from the bed very lightly, got out of bed, and walked behind the curtain.

Across the curtain is Mi Lu's bed.

Through the strong and heavy curtain, he seemed to smell the fragrance of Mi Lu's body, which was exactly the same as what he had smelled in the dark.

He took a deep breath, trying to suck all the smell of Mi Lu into his chest.

The lake of his heart could no longer maintain the superficial calm, and the crazily surging undercurrents swirled and intertwined, converging into a bloody maw, biting his reason recklessly.

He endured for a day, pretended for a day, and held back for a day, fearing that his bad thoughts would scare Mi Lu.

Now when Mi Lu couldn't see him, he could no longer suppress the surge in his heart. He stretched out his hand to lift the curtain, stepped on the invisible thread in the middle of the tent, and also stepped on the four years ago that bound him. The thread that bound him.

He walked to Mi Lu's bed, squatted down, and looked at Mi Lu's face wantonly in the thick darkness.

Mi Lu slept on her side, with one hand under her cheek, squeezing the flesh on her face slightly out of shape.

Even so, one can see the beauty and superiority of Mi Lu's face.

Hu Luyan opened his mouth slightly, and the breath he exhaled was stretched infinitely. He could feel his muscles trembling slightly due to excitement, and his body temperature was also rising rapidly.

His hand was hanging in the air, and his fingertips landed on Mi Lu's closed eyes through a certain distance of air.

First is the eyes.

After that is the nose.

And then the mouth...

He carefully painted Mi Lu's facial features from the air.

It turns out that Mi Lu looks like this.

He stared closely, almost fiercely at Mi Lu's face, wishing to carve this face on his flesh.

After he lost his sight, he also lost the ability to appreciate beauty and ugliness. He imagined Mi Lu's appearance countless times, but he died countless times. The face on the grass was always blank.

And in this moment, the blank is filled.

This face was the most special, the prettiest, and the only colored face he had ever seen.

His breathing was slightly stagnant, and his fingertips lightly touched Mi Lu's lips.

Mi Lu in his sleep seemed to feel something, opened his mouth, took a deep breath, his long eyelashes trembled a few times, and soon returned to calm.

Ke Milu exhaled all the hot air on Hu Luyan's fingertips.

It was as if a fire was lit.

The scorching flames shot up in an instant, burning along his arms to his chest in a swift and violent manner.

In the next instant, his whole body was ignited.