sun and moon return

In the evening of the next day, Zheli brought wine and food, invited Wangjiang, Bai Xi, and Qingtang to a place, explained the matter, Zheli invited Jianyun, and everyone sat around the stone table to bid farewell to Jianyun.

The atmosphere was a bit strangely silent, and Wangjiang and the three looked around Zheli and Jianyun many times, and no one knew how to speak to break the deadlock.

"Zheli, why don't you clink glasses with Jianyun, it's an acquaintance after all." Wang Jiang asked cautiously.

Zhe Li raised his eyes and took the wine glass, he had never drunk alcohol, but today, he really wanted to get drunk.

All in one drink.

Wang Jiang was dumbfounded: "I'm not asking you to respect..."

Zheli poured another glass, and the toast reached the bottom again.After the second cup, it seems that drinking is not a difficult task... Zheli picked up the third cup and handed it to Jianyun: "Jianyun, it can be regarded as an acquaintance, I'm afraid we will say goodbye today... Take care."

Zheli is another gulp.

None of Wangjiang and the others could stop him.

Jianyun turned his head to meet Zheli's gaze, and the two looked at each other for a long time, Zheli lowered his eyes, as if he was in a trance, wondering what he was thinking.

Jian Yun's gaze never moved away from Zheli. Those gazes that used to be probing, disdainful, contemptuous, and contemptuous were now as calm as water, and there seemed to be some ripples on the surface of the water.Jian Yun suddenly drooped his eyes, with a lost self-deprecating smile on the corner of his mouth.

It wasn't until the moon was in the sky, Wang Jiang was so drunk that he fell to the ground, and Qing Tang took the drunk Bai Xi away, that Jian Yun got up and helped Zhe Li, who was lying on the table, back to the side room.

Zhe Li collapsed on the couch, pointing drowsily at the doubled candle flame, his eyes fell on Jian Yun who was sitting by the candle flame.

Jian Yun also looked at him, playing with the exquisite wooden lacquer box in his hand.Picked some spices in the candle wick.

The fragrance floats.

"Jianyun," Zheli's voice was calm and seemingly unintoxicated, "Actually, I don't want you to leave. What kind of tigers and wolves Fengxia and others are. But I can't help you."

Jian Yun paused when he closed the wooden box.

"What will happen when you go back..." Zheli pulled the quilt over his face, his voice hoarse, "I really like staying with you."

"Although you are different from other people, sometimes when you smile, you seem to be pretending. I often can't see through you, but I know that you have a good heart."

"I consider you a friend."

Jianyun put away the wooden box, and silently listened to Zheli's chatter.

"It's a pity that you went to Fengxia by mistake back then. If you were in Qingwu, we could be good friends."

Jian Yun lowered her eyes and sat beside the bed.

Jianyun rested his hand on Zheli's shoulder, his eyes slipped from his lips to his eyes.

The four eyes met, Zheli was a little hesitant, and looked away.

A pair of slightly cold hands gently pinched his chin, forcing him to look at Jianyun.

The boy's eyes were a little dazed, his breathing was a little heavy, and his face was a little red.

"Do you like me? Zheli." Jianyun looked directly at Zheli, and his voice was like his hand, softly sliding across his face, with an indescribable charm.

His gaze scanned from top to bottom, and then from bottom to top, and fell on Zhe Limou, with endless tenderness.

Zheli also looked at him fixedly: "What is liking?"

There was a smile in Jianyun's eyes, his fingers slid over Zheli's lips, landed on his chest, and untied his belt: "I'll teach you, you can listen to me from now on, okay?"

Jianyun got closer and closer, Zheli couldn't help turning his face sideways, his wet lips fell on his neck, he clenched his fists: "Jianyun, do you really regard me as a friend?"

Jianyun propped up his body, Zheli looked at him again, and said in a low voice: "If what you get from me can make your life in Fengxia a bit easier, I am willing too."

Jian Yun looked at him in shock.

"But I just really consider you a friend. I hope you are well."

There was some sarcasm in Jian Yun's expression: "You already knew?"

Zheli sighed.

Jian Yun looked at him with a sneer, played with the hair around his ear, leaned over to kiss him again, Zhe Li bit him unbearably, and looked at him angrily.

Jian Yun sat on him with a funny face, looked down at him, and looked at the anger he showed for the first time: "Then you still date me? Isn't it because of this? Do you really not like me?"

Zheli wanted to raise his hand to push him away, but he didn't have any strength in his body. He looked at Jianyun for a long time, and sighed: "I don't like it, and I know you don't like it either."

He covered his face with his arms: "It's so uncomfortable to do this kind of thing with someone you don't like..." He said wearily, "Can you get off me?"

Jianyun sat on Zheli, looked at him quietly for a moment, and then quietly got off the bed, he couldn't understand the young man in front of him, he really wanted nothing from himself.

Zheli, who seemed to be able to breathe, also breathed a sigh of relief, and whispered: "Don't do this kind of thing you don't like."

After hearing this, Jian Yun lost his mind for a moment.

"The incense in your room is a bit smoky..." the boy on the bed murmured.

Jian Yun looked at the flickering lamp.

"Just... Treat me as a friend..." He murmured.

The boy on the bed gradually fell into a lethargic sleep, and his breathing became more and more stable.Jian Yun sat by the bed, looked at him, and couldn't help but fell into memories.

Jianyun's smile appeared in front of Zheli again, it was so calm and gentle, with the vicissitudes of the world, the plainness of life without joy or sorrow, and the indifference of world affairs.

In the sleepy dream, there is a dark mist, covering thousands of mountains and thousands of waters.Zheli was in it, and there was a figure in front of him.Is it Jianyun?Zheli followed.

But looking at the figure, it is not Jianyun.Who is the one?

The man stopped as if he was looking for something, Zheli chased him a little closer, and suddenly found out the right and wrong way.

"Master!" Before Zheli could say anything, he heard a childish voice beside him, and the child shouted in panic, and threw himself into Feidao's arms.

"Master, can I hold your hand?" the child asked innocently.

Feidao held out his hand to him, and he held it tightly, finally showing a bright smile.

"Hurry up, or you'll get lost."

"I'm holding on tight, I won't let go again." The child's serious voice came from afar.

In an instant, the fog dissipated, and the dark clouds in the sky were also blown away by the wind, and the sky was clear for thousands of miles.There were no shadows of those two people around, as if it was just a dream.

Zheli stood there in a daze.

A cold feeling came from his shoulders, as if someone had poured a basin of cold water on his head. Zheli woke up from his stupor. He sat up and fumbled for the jade plaque on his waist. It was indeed empty, without any surprise.

Naturally, there was no figure of Jianyun in the dim side room.

Sure enough, he went anyway.

Zheli left the side room a little sadly, and Wangjiang was lying drunk in the yard.Without taking another look, Zheli hurried back to Zhiyiyuan.

After entering the garden, he could hear the roar of swords. Zheli looked closely, and found that it was Feishuang of his master.

Zheli hurried over, and Feidao stood in the pavilion, holding Feishuang in his hand, and his eyes quickly fell on the intruding Zheli.

"Master." Zheli shouted, his eyes fell on Feishuang, which was slightly stained with blood, his pupils shrank slightly, "What about others?"

Fei Dao's eyes fell on Zhe Li, his eyes were a little deep, and he let out a short cold snort: "Don't worry, run away."

Feidao still frowned, staring at Zheli, suddenly lowered his head, Zheli was startled, Feidao pressed against Zheli's neck, and sniffed lightly.

Zheli's face was red and his heart was beating, thinking of those things just now, he couldn't help but feel a guilty conscience of being seen through.

Feidao stood up, smiling but not smiling, his eyes were slightly cold.

"What...what's the matter...master."

Feidao looked at the dark night sky indifferently, put the sword back into its sheath, looked at the folding ceremony for a moment, and said coldly: "Oh, the fragrance of chaos."

"What fragrance?" Zheli scratched his head and asked.

Seeing that the cold air on Feidao's body dissipated, and when he turned his eyes to himself, his brows and eyes were stained with a little unhappiness again. Seeing Feidao's gaze fell on his loose collar, Zheli's heart tightened, and he stretched out his hand as if to cover his ears and steal the bell. He straightened his clothes, his eyes wandered from side to side.

Feidao quickly scanned him up and down, tilted his head slightly, and squinted at him: "Have you been drinking?"

Zheli seldom saw Feidao's expression like this, he was a bit watching the show and didn't want to see it, but also a bit impatient, he twitched the corner of his mouth: "Drink a little."

Feidao turned his head to look at the bright moon in the sky, and remained silent for a while.

The corners of Zheli's mouth drooped, hesitating and not knowing what to do.

For a moment, Feidao said lightly: "Drinking and messing with sex, you...be careful." At the end, he seemed a little awkward, and strode away without looking back.

There was a "boom" in his mind, and Zheli opened his mouth "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" The picture of the purpose came to mind for a moment, and Zheli patted his brain, only to feel ashamed and flustered.

After calming down for a while, Zheli simply took off his clothes and jumped into the pool, took a good bath, and it was almost dawn.

Early the next morning, Zheli went back to Wangjiang, opened the door and went in, his eyes were fixed on him.Zheli coughed unnaturally: "Master, why are you staring at me like that?"

Wang Jiang looked away, and said with some doubts: "I drank too much last night, and you don't drink alcohol on weekdays, and you drink a lot. Why did I wake up in the morning, Jianyun was not in the room, and neither were you? And you His clothes are still in the room."

"Clothes..." Zheli hurried into the side room, and sure enough, his robe was placed on the table in the room.

Zheli felt a little melancholy, took the clothes, and saw the token fell on the ground, he sighed, picked up the token, and walked out of the side room.

This is... it's over...

Some came to the yard in dismay, and Zheli lay on the table and said to Wangjiang weakly: "Master, Jianyun is gone."

"You guys last night..." Wang Jiang asked tentatively, "What happened? You were in my room..."

"What are you thinking, Uncle?" Zheli murmured loudly, holding his head, "Nothing happened last night..." After a long while, he said again, "Probably he didn't want to embarrass us, so he went back alone. Let's go to Fengxia's side."

I stayed at Wangjiang's place for a while, because the game was about to start, and Wangjiang was going to the arena, Zheli hurriedly called him: "Uncle, shall I go with you?"

Wang Jiang thought about it and agreed.