Wrong Changhuan

Quiet night, Chengxi Avenue.The snow covers the Taoist houses, and the cold current runs through Jiangling.

Chang Huan shuddered in An Cuo's arms, and said, "A Cuo, let's go home."

Chen Yang suddenly walked out from the alley, took off the cloak on his body, and was about to go forward to give it to Chang Huan, but An Cuo got up vigilantly, blocked Chang Huan, and grabbed the cloak.

An made a mistake, "Let go, it's not yours, it will never be yours!" Under the sword eyebrows, a pair of peach blossom eyes stared coldly, full of aggressiveness.

Chen Yang said, "This is not yours either, the person I want to return is the master."

The two competed secretly through the cloak, the purple cloak was tight, and the dark pattern of osmanthus flowers on it was very clear.

"I... I'll do it myself..." Seeing that the two were not giving in to each other, Chang Huan suddenly got up and approached, stretched out his hand and pulled the cloak, and looked at them with embarrassment.

The two let go at the same time.

On the way back, none of the three spoke.

An Cuo held Chang Huan's hand tightly, and turned his head slightly to the right and back from time to time, paying attention to Chen Yang's movements.

Chen Yang followed Chang Huan all the way, keeping a distance of two steps, and looked straight at Shang An Cuo's hostile gaze without any cowardice.

At the gate of Anping Hall, Amu was looking forward to it, stomping his feet back and forth from time to time, rubbing his hands and covering his face, when he saw Chang Huan and his party, he rushed forward and said, "Miss, you can be counted back--Master has urged you several times... .If you don’t come back, I will come out to find you in person—”

Chang Huan didn't answer, but just stepped into the door, suddenly turned to look at Chen Yang, and asked, "Do you have a place to stay at night?"

Chen Yang shook his head.

Chang Huan said, "Amu, tidy up your room and let it out. You can make do with Ah Jin tonight."

When Amu heard this, he let out an ah, pouted, and reluctantly replied, "Oh...then I'll clean it up first..."

An misheard, and impatiently pulled Chang Huan's hand, urging her to move forward.

After arriving at the door of the West Wing, Yang Yan suddenly walked out from the front hall, looked at Chang Huan and said softly, "It's all settled? Come quickly, drink up the medicine--"

"Who is that, you come in to drink medicine too..." Seeing that Chen Yang was still in place, Yang Yan also beckoned.

An Cuo frowned, shook his head slightly, bit his lower lip as if he was not convinced, and followed in boldly.

On the round table in the main hall, there are two white porcelain bowls filled with black concoction.

Yang Yan pushed a bowl in front of Chang Huan and said, "One bowl for each person, drink quickly."

Seeing Chen Yang standing stupidly by the side, Yang Yan asked, "Who is that? I don't know your name yet?"

Chen Yang nodded slightly, clasped his fists in salute, his tone was not blunt, and replied, "Chen Yang--"

"Chenyang--", Chang Huan repeated softly.

Yang Yan pushed another bowl of medicine and said, "This medicine is for you..."

Chen Yang raised his eyes in doubt.

Yang Yan said again, "If you don't want your legs to hurt when it's cloudy and rainy in the future, then drink it..."

Chang Huan handed the bowl to Chen Yang, and said, "My uncle is very skilled in medicine, you can drink this medicine at ease."

"Yes--" Chen Yang obeyed Chang Huan's words.

Seeing this, An Cuo pulled Chang Huan over and sat down.

Seeing Chenyang holding the medicine bowl, Yang Yan pointed to the empty stool and said softly, "Sit down and drink--"

Chen Yang lowered his head and said, "I'm of low status, I dare not sit with Miss--"

An Cuo sneered and said, "It's good to know your identity."

These words were full of sex, causing Yang Yan and Chang Huan to look at each other.

Chang Huan put his hand to his mouth and cleared his throat in embarrassment.

Chen Yang ignored the choking words, picked up the bowl and drank it down, then put it back on the table and said, "Thank you--"

The atmosphere in the room was a little awkward for a while.

When it was her turn, Chang Huan held the medicine bowl, frowned and complained, "Uncle—can I stop drinking...I'm not sick..."

"I see you, you are very sick... you are confused..." Yang Yan said, looked at Chang Huan, tapped his chest twice, and said patiently, "I have never lied to you, Drink it soon, dear...sweet soup, come later--"

An Cuo looked at Yang Yan, where there was still half of the cold arrogance before, and said, "Do you have mine?"

Lin Xun entered the door with a glass cup in his hand, and said, "Nonsense... You can talk nonsense, but how can you take medicine? Besides, you are not sick, why do you need to take medicine..."

An Cuo was resentful and speechless for a moment.

After Chang Huan drank half a bowl of the medicine, he took advantage of the gap to breathe and said, "Second Uncle, can you talk nonsense?"

Yang extended his hand, patted Chang Huan on the head, and said, "You mean to raise the bar on purpose, right? Your second uncle, do you mean that? Drink up the medicine quickly..." He took the glass cup pushed in front of her.

But Chang Huan pushed the glass cup to An Cuo again, and said softly, "Ah Cuo, you like sweets the most, try this sweet soup too... Second Uncle's craftsmanship is very good--"

An Cuo was not polite, took a sip and said, "Second Uncle's craftsmanship is really good."

After hearing this, Yang Yan was delighted, and turned to see Lin Xun's expressionless face. He reached out and tugged at his sleeve, and winked and passed on a code word.

Only then did Lin Xun say, "If you like it, I will do it for you when I have a chance--"

Chang Huan immediately grinned and looked at An Cuo with a smile.Ah Cuo, this is the first time you call Second Uncle ~ Second Uncle reacted like this, it is considered to agree with us...

Joy arose in my heart, as if the medicine was no longer difficult to drink.

After Chang Huan drank the rest of the medicine in one go, An Cuo handed the cup after two sips to Chang Huan, and said, "I drank it, do you mind?" How to answer, but it seems to be deliberately asked.

Chang Huan shook his head with a smile, and said, "This way, it tastes better." As he spoke, his thin lips touched the place where Ah Cuo had just drunk, and covered it again.

Lin Xun said, "It's getting late, finish drinking, go back to rest earlier..."

When the three of them came out of the main hall, An Cuo suddenly turned his head and said, "Second Uncle, Uncle, good night--"

Chang Huan had never seen Ah Cuo so sweet-mouthed, and he didn't realize it for a moment, and then repeated, "Second Uncle, Uncle, good night--"

While closing the door, Yang Yan couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear, and said with an excited smile, "Okay - good - good night everyone - good night everyone -"

After the main hall door was closed, there was a burst of excitement in the room, which came from Yang Yan's inquiry, "She just called my uncle... Axun... did you hear that? Ah... finally got through..."

Chang Huan and An took a wrong look at each other, lowered their heads and smiled, and then walked towards the west wing holding hands.

Arriving at the destination, Chang Huan pointed to a brightly lit room in the south of the East Wing, and said to Chen Yang, "That's Amu's room, you can make it up first, if necessary—"

Before Chang Huan finished speaking, An Cuo had already pushed open the door of the west wing, and pulled Chang Huan inside.

Chen Yang watched An Cuo and slammed the door of the opposite west wing.

It wasn't until he saw two intimate silhouettes reflected by the candlelight by the window of the west wing, lingering and indistinct, that Chen Yang turned his head and didn't dare to look any further.

In the west wing, as soon as he entered the room, An Cuo kissed Chang Huan domineeringly, and refused to let go for a long time.

After staying for a while to catch his breath, Chang Huan looked at the faint charm of those peach blossom eyes, pursed his lips and said with a smile, "Ah Cuo, you are a little different tonight..."

An Cuo supported Chang Huan's head and pressed it against his forehead, and said with tenderness, "Then this different Ah Cuo, do you like it? Are you satisfied?"

"Well, I like it very much." Chang Huan laughed and asked again, "But because of Chen Yang's presence?"

After hearing that, An Cuo let go of Chang Huan, walked to the side of the bed and sat down in frustration, and said, "Why are you mentioning her again?"

Chang Huan walked over, sat next to An Cuo, leaned his head on her shoulder, and said, "I think you misunderstood her... Everything you saw before was only half of the truth... "

Chang Huan talked about Chen Yang's matter in detail.

An made a mistake, "Even so, I still don't like her hanging around you..."

"Ah Cuo, you are so jealous, it's too powerful...it's just..."

"What is it?"

Chang Huan pursed his lips and said with a smile, "That's right, Jiangling's No. [-] Beauty Vinegar King...No...it should be Nan'an's No. [-] Beauty Vinegar King..."

An Cuo didn't smile, but just put a light kiss on Chang Huan's hair, and said, "Today, I feel like...it's like going back to my childhood, those years in the killer camp...that kind of everything... The feeling of being out of control is back... that sense of powerlessness, Chang Huan, do you understand?"

After hearing this, Chang Huan shook his body, straightened up and hugged An Cuo tightly, and said, "Uncle used to say that when you love someone, you are powerless and uncontrollable. But if you want to control everything, you don't rely on it." The hand, not the brain, is the heart."

"If so, my heart is out of control, what should I do?"

Chang Huan let go of An Cuo, looked at the one whose frown and smile were enough to overwhelm the country and make her heart move, stretched out his hand to cover An Cuo's chest, felt the heartbeat, and said, "Then, step on your heart Give it to me firmly. I will give you my heart too, okay?"

Chang Huan didn't know that she had said the same thing in another period of time.But what was said has finally become a reality.In this life in the world, Dependent Origination is for this reason.A goddess who has lost her sincerity and is only temporarily replaced by her cold soul is lying quietly in the Xuanbing Cave of Fengwu Mountain, waiting for the return of her primordial spirit.This is a later story, not a table.

"A Huan, I want you...because, I love you..." An Cuo didn't know what other way to best express this love, but she was worried, "But, you just now I took the medicine--"

"It's okay--I'm willing..." Chang Huan's bright eyes were like water on his pink face. . . . . . .

Chang Huan said, "Ah Cuo, we will leave here tomorrow, how about we leave Jiangling--"

"Okay - no matter the ends of the earth, or mountains of swords and seas of fire, I will follow you..."

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The author has something to say:

I feel like I can't finish the story. . .I have so much to write. . .I continue. . .

Okay, but I made two changes in the review. . .deleted. . .I can only read this simple version, and please use your imagination for the rest.

Well, three changes were made. . .It's too hard for me. . .There is no need to read the simplified version, please make up your mind.It's hard for me to write a few sentences that I think are very good. . . .You are out of luck. .It's hard to say nothing.