Yanyun Fengyue

Yanyun late spring

After more than three months, the situation has gradually become clear. Except for the north of Yanyun, there are still separatist factions stubbornly resisting. The south of the Huaihe River and the west of Taihang have all been unified. In fact, the attitude of the officials in northern Liaoning is ambiguous. The root of the stalemate lies in Yanyun. , Lu Jingyun tried to fight for it, but found that his general had been put under house arrest, and Chu Gong was also offended by his actions, and fell to the other side. The two sides were at a stalemate. People participated in several negotiations, but the effect was not very significant.

This year there is almost no spring cold, the snow has melted, and the treetops will turn green. People thought they encountered some small animals.

Since Liang Wenmo came back to Yanyun, he was in a state of distress because of the lawsuit with his brother. Every day when he returned to the house, it was late at night, but no matter how late Ling Chuang would wait for him. Seeing his eyes turn red, Liang Wenmo felt distressed and called him Go to bed first when you are sleepy, but Ling Chuang doesn't care, he always boils a pot of fragrant fresh milk. Liang Wenmo usually drinks ice wine at night, but he can't bear to satisfy his mind, and he sleeps deeply even after drinking hot milk.

When he was fighting with his father in Nanyang, he felt bullied and wished he could snatch everything his brother owned, but recently he was a little discouraged. He had no time to write about these things every day. When he was in the office, he just wanted to go home to listen to Ling Chuang's opera and eat his cooking. For some reason, no matter what he did, he always thought about what Ling Chuang was doing at home at this time, but he gradually thought less about Huai Yan. up.

That day, as soon as the Golden Crow sank to the west, Liang Wenmo drove home from the mining area, parked the car outside the courtyard, and quietly entered the gate, and he really heard the man's full-bodied and dramatic voice.It was difficult to find a teacher during the war, so Ling Chuang searched for it by himself. He has a foundation, talent, and hard work, and now he has sung very well. At that time, he had already put on theatrical makeup and was singing "Hundred Flower Pavilion": "The ice wheel on the island was just turning, and I saw the jade rabbit, and I saw the jade rabbit rising eastward. The ice wheel is far away from the island, and the universe is very bright. The bright moon is in the sky, just like Chang'e Leaving the Moon Palace, slaves are like Chang'e leaving the Moon Palace." Ling Chuang knew that Liang Wenmo would not come back so early, and he had no worries on his own, and soon he was getting better. side figure.

Liang Wenmo was fascinated by watching at the door, at first he sighed at his vivid performance, but later on he could see the charming look on his face, Ling Chuang wanted to imitate the appearance of Concubine Yang, because he drank wine today, his eyes froze in the blink of an eye Bewildered, the sky was completely dark at this time, and the yard was glowing with a dark blue night light. Liang Wenmo stood in the darkness all over, and he had some strange thoughts. Seeing the young man's waistline and round buttocks, he actually felt that the passion for love was uncontrollable. He took a lot of effort to suppress it, and then pushed the door open and entered.

"Sir, why are you back so early today?" Seeing him coming back, Ling Chuang hurriedly stopped his movements, blushed, and stepped forward to take the briefcase from Liang Wenmo's hand, and took off the windbreaker for him. Wen Mo was served by him, and suddenly felt the irritability and fatigue of the day disappeared, and smelled the faint scent of wine on his body, and this moment was even more distracted, "I don't want to be busy today, I just want to go home... you drink gone?"

Ling Chuang's lips were glisteningly stained by the wine, he pursed his lips, lowered his head and said in a low voice, "I drank sir's plum wine secretly, please punish me."

"Is it for practice? Why would I punish you? I told you to take this place as your home." Liang Wenmo smiled cheerfully, and sat down on the sofa, "I'm a little hungry. Is there anything to eat at home?"

"I didn't prepare it for my husband." Ling Chuang was anxious, took off the costume in front of Liang Wenmo and changed into plain clothes, "I'll go out and buy some now."

"How can there be more now, don't you usually eat at night?" Liang Wenmo glanced at his upper body carcass, then quickly looked away, and immediately smiled: "Don't bother, take it as you eat one serving."

Ling Chuang went to the kitchen and brought elm qian'er vegetable balls, saying that he picked them from the woods and made them. Liang Wenmo was worried about his safety and told him not to go out as much as possible. He had never eaten such things before. Frowning, I tasted one, and it turned out to be sweet and delicious, and I even ate a steamer.

Seeing that he liked it, Ling Chuang's eyes shone with light, which flickered for a moment and then sank. He picked up an envelope from the cabinet and handed it to Liang Wenmo, "Sir, I have a letter from you today."

Liang Wenmo was a little startled when he saw the name on the envelope. It turned out that it was a letter from Huai Yan from Xijing. Big seller, and briefly described his current situation, he said that because of the war, there is no film to shoot for the time being, and he will follow Mr. Zhao to develop in Xijing, and understand the work behind the scenes of film creation... In short, he will not return to Yanyun again.

Ling Chuang watched Liang Wenmo wipe away tears frequently while reading the letter, feeling as if a knife was stirring in his heart. When he raised his eyes again, Liang Wenmo had stood up and stared at the picture of "Mount Huashan Transiting the Sun" in the living room, and then took it down with his hands.

"Obviously it's all my fault, and he hurt his hand because of me, so why should he apologize to me?" Liang Wenmo stroked the paper for the last time, and sighed: "With a friend like him, I've already lost three lives." Fortunately, why go to the side of the delusion and obsession...Ling Chuang, put it in the warehouse for me."

Ling Chuang nodded in response, carefully lifted the painting, covered it with a layer of clean cloth, and took it to the warehouse in the backyard. Taking care of the flowers and plants, cleaning the courtyard, and humming opera while busy, he felt that the moon was as bright as usual tonight.

When he finished his homework and came back to the house, Liang Wenmo had already written a stack of letters to Huai Yan, put them in an envelope and handed them to Ling Chuang, asking him to post them tomorrow, and went to the bedroom to take a shower by himself. After collecting the letter, burn thyme for him, and the fragrance of red sandalwood and lychee will come out.

After Liang Wenmo took a bath, he smelled sweetness in the room. The bedding was neatly spread, the wax lamp beside the bed was dimly burning, and the orange light was warm and quiet. There was a creaking sound, maybe he saw himself coming out, so he was going to bed too.

Liang Wenmo couldn't help shouting: "Chuang'er, come here." He paused when he heard the light footsteps, and then they came closer and closer, and then the young man's handsome face poked out from the door, "What do you want, sir? "

"Is it cold to sleep downstairs?" Liang Wenmo pointed to the side of the bed, "How do you sleep here tonight, talk to me."

"I..." Ling Chuang was stunned for a moment, Liang Wenmo saw that his face was flushed red, and thought he was extremely cute, but he didn't know whether he was willing or not. At this moment, he regretted his abruptness, and hurriedly said: "You It’s okay if it’s inconvenient.”

Ling Chuang bowed his head in silence at first, and then wiped his tears silently. Liang Wenmo panicked all of a sudden, got up from the bed and stroked his shoulder, "What's wrong with Chuang'er? I...I just want to chat with you today, no The other side means, how about this, you go back to rest, if you have anything to say, we will talk about it tomorrow."

"Sir..." Ling Chuang burst into tears, "Sir, do you think there is no hope for Mr. Jiang?"

Liang Wenmo seemed to understand what the young man meant, but he wasn't sure. He pondered for a long time and didn't know how to answer, and finally said: "Maybe it's better for me and him to be friends."

"So, if it wasn't for this letter, I wouldn't have had the opportunity to talk with Mr. by candlelight at night..." Ling Chuang wiped away his tears and smiled. He suddenly felt that he had made a slip of the tongue. He was only able to get out of the dire straits because of the kindness of Mr. How can he compare with that famous movie star, but at this time Liang Wenmo understood his implication, and couldn't help but pull him into his arms, "Chuanger, do you think you are Is he a substitute... No, it's actually because of you that I..."

Hearing this, Ling Chuang was stunned as if he had been shocked by an electric shock, and then his whole body trembled. Because he drank alcohol for the first time, his head was a little dizzy all night. At this moment, it felt like he was in a dream. Liang Wenmo felt him trembling. Tighter and tighter, she leaned into his ear and said, "Chuang'er, follow me for the rest of your life, okay... It's enough for the two of us to live."

"Sir...Mr. Liang..." Ling Chuang leaned on his shoulder panting lightly, not knowing how to agree. Only then did Liang Wenmo understand that he already knew his identity and did not refuse him when he saw him. The desire that had arisen was born again, he kissed along his hot ears all the way to his neck, to his collarbone, Ling Chuang's panting became heavier, Liang Wenmo couldn't help it anymore, hugged him and turned around tightly Pressed down on the bed, the night wind blows outside the house, Luan leaves rustle, Qiongyun whispers, it is the spring scene that everyone in the world yearns for.

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