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The remaining drunkenness in the brain seemed to be a lot more sober because of this question. Qin Mingzhu turned away slightly, unwilling to answer, "I... don't talk about this, okay?"

But Sheng Yingqi insisted on asking out, trapped him, pressed his hand, and his tone was unprecedentedly strong.

"I've said it's a candid game, and you can't avoid the question. If you need to think about it before answering, then I'll say it first. Wife, I only slept with you, kissed you, and hugged you."

This kind of words that seemed to be speaking of his own purity made Qin Mingzhu's mood worse, as if he had to feel guilty in order to be worthy of Sheng Yingqi's purity.

"Husband." He whispered to the other party, "I really don't want to talk about this, let's ask other questions."

Sheng Yingqi was silent for a moment, "I just want to hear this. I want to know how many men you had before me, and their names. Why don't you want to talk about it? We've been married for several years, can't we talk about this? ?”

"I don't think it makes sense to say this, husband, let's talk about..."

The conversation was interrupted.

"It makes sense. I can only understand you better if I know your past, otherwise it would be too unfair. My past has nothing, and you don't even want to tell me the truth."

Qin Mingzhu pursed his lips. He wanted to leave the sofa as if evading, but the person in front of him took off his human skin in the middle of the night, and asked him one sentence after another. He even began to ask when was the first time he was an adult...

In the end, he shook his head almost collapsed, "Don't ask!" His face, which had faded from alcohol, still looked a little pale under the warm yellow light, "Before you, there was only one person who was an adult, and I was 21 years old at the time."

The answer was beyond Sheng Yingqi's imagination.

He first looked at Qin Mingzhu in disbelief, and then there was suspicion in his eyes, "Really?"

"Really." Qin Mingzhu was already exhausted, he lowered his head, "I want to go to sleep, let's go out for dinner tomorrow and celebrate your birthday."

"Is that person Yan Jiayu?" Sheng Yingqi asked suddenly.

Yan Jiayu, the person who couldn't propose in front of Qin Mingzhu many years ago.

When Qin Mingzhu was nine years old, she lived in the Su Garden of her grandfather's house and learned Kunqu Opera from her grandmother.It's not serious study, it's just to sharpen one's temper and cultivate a hobby.

At that time, Qin Mingzhu still had long hair——when she was six years old, she watched a cartoon in which the main character had curly long hair.Because he liked the cartoon, he said he wanted to keep it, so he kept it until he was nine years old.

The day Yan Jiayu appeared was a sunny day.

At that time, Qin Mingzhu was wearing a tailor-made costume for him, with her hair loose, sitting on the railing while covering her face with a sika bamboo folding fan, while reciting words silently.

Unable to recite the words for a long time, he stretched out his snow-white arms from the costume, folded them, and pressed his chin against it, feeling as bored as a tree by a lake or a stone in the water.

"Pearl." A call caught his attention.

He turned his head and found that it was the servant sister who usually took care of him.He sat up straight, and before he could speak, the other party quickly walked up to him and wiped his face with a wet tissue, "Why are you sitting outside? Isn't there an air conditioner inside?"

"I can't remember the words, I thought it would be faster if it was hotter outside." Qin Mingzhu raised her face, "Why is my sister here?"

"I came to see you, there are guests at home." The servant sister said that the guests came from the north, and the relationship between the family and Qin Mingzhu's grandparents is fairly close, so they came to Su Yuan to live for a while.

Hearing that he was a guest, Qin Mingzhu became a little bit interested, he loves excitement, but now during the summer vacation, he was detained in front of his grandmother to learn opera and do homework in front of his grandfather, and he was not allowed to run around.

I didn't see him so strictly during the winter vacation last year.

He asked again: "What kind of guest?"

If it is a very old guest, you may not be able to play with him.

The servant sister saw Qin Mingzhu's thoughts at a glance, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I am about the same age as you, and should be three or four years older than you."

Hearing such words, Qin Mingzhu couldn't sit still at all. He didn't even change his costumes, and ran away directly after asking where the guests were.

"Hey, Pearl!"

The nine-year-old child ran so fast that the servant sister failed to catch up.

When Qin Mingzhu ran to the living room of the Qingzui Hall, he passed the window, and first saw the grandparents sitting opposite the window, and then a taller person standing, and beside him was a short The figure was slightly covered by a tall vase.

My sister didn't mean that she was three or four years older than him, so she didn't look like her.

Qin Mingzhu walked to the door, opened the bamboo curtain and walked in, calling at the same time, "Grandfather, grandmother."

The grandfather's expression remained unchanged, while the grandmother smiled helplessly and beckoned to Qin Mingzhu, "Come here." After hugging him into her arms, she said again, "This is the pearl of our family, Mingzhu, called Uncle Yan and Uncle Yan. elder brother."

Qin Mingzhu turned her head to look at the guests, only to find that the short guest was not short because she was sitting in a wheelchair.

It was a thin young man, with lush branches and leaves of the Ping An tree in a floor-to-ceiling celadon vase, a small half of the warm daylight from the south window fell on the tree, and the rest outlined a snow-white face.He sat quietly, with his brows and eyes closed, and his eyes were hidden. Only when Qin Mingzhu called Brother Yan, his twig-like eyelashes fluttered away, and he slowly raised his eyes.

The eyeballs are like ink pearls in a shell, they only show up and then hide back in the shell.

Qin Mingzhu, who was peeped by the ink pearl, looked at the young man curiously, and walked over on his own initiative.

For him, this was a fresh face he had finally met, and he was a beautiful brother—except for looking in the mirror and his mother, he had never seen anyone who looked better than him.

"My name is Mingzhu." He introduced himself to the boy, and handed over the folding fan with the pattern of twigs that he had been holding in his hand, "For you, this is my favorite fan."

Fearing that people would not believe it, I specially emphasized the word "favorite".

The boy's hands were placed on his legs. They were white and thin hands, and obvious blue veins could be seen on the back of the hands.When you lift it up, you can still see a little red on the fingertips.

Qin Mingzhu maintained the posture of handing the fan until the young man stretched out both hands to catch the fan, and whispered to him.

"Thank you."

After that day, the boy stayed in Su Yuan, living in Qingritang, the courtyard originally prepared for Qin Mingzhu.Qin Mingzhu also knew the other party's name——

Yan Jiayu.

Qin Mingzhu has always been reluctant to live in Qingritang, he prefers to live together in the courtyard of his grandparents.

In the morning, you can play with your grandmother first, and then go for a walk with your grandfather. At night, if you don’t want to sleep alone, you can hug the pillow and sleep by the window in your grandparents’ room.The clear curtains are drawn down, and he often looks at the stars outside through the window and listens to the chatter of his grandparents.

Because the Qingri Hall was originally built for Qin Mingzhu, so the things inside are Qin Mingzhu's favorite.He began to have his own unique aesthetics when he was very young, such as pea-green dyed bamboo curtains, lilac-colored porcelain vases, red-colored pillows, and begonia-red carpets.

When the new guest moved in, Qin Mingzhu also became a regular visitor of Qingritang. He often lay down on the carpet, his pearly white hands and legs being set off by the begonia red.

He has too many games to play with new guests.

After more than a month of vacation, he called Yan Jiayu from "Brother Yan" to "Brother Jiayu", and occasionally called Jiayu directly regardless of age.

Although Yan Jiayu is only three years older than him, she is already over 1.7 meters tall.

For a long time, Qin Mingzhu thought that Yan Jiayu would not be able to stand up.From his grandmother, he heard about the tragedy that Yan Jiayu had experienced, a horrific kidnapping case that shocked the whole city.

It was also this kidnapping case that made Yan Jiayu live in Su Yuan, no longer going to school, and taught by a famous teacher at home alone.

In the beginning, whenever Qin Mingzhu had time, she would go to Qingri Hall to look for Yan Jiayu.He felt that Qingri Hall was too deserted, Yan Jiayu only talked a little more to him, and when talking to other people, he always asked and answered.

He has the responsibility to spend more time with Yan Jiayu, after all, he promised Uncle Yan who sent Yan Jiayu to Su Garden, that he would be good friends with Yan Jiayu for life.

But later, when Qin Mingzhu went to an international high school, he suddenly found that there were more things that attracted him outside.

At that time, his schoolbag was full of love letters from all over the world every day, and a bunch of people tried their best to ask him out to play.

In order to ask Qin Mingzhu out, those people came up with many interesting and novel things.Qin Mingzhu is also a person who likes to be lively, and gradually these things occupy her free time, and she has less time to go to Qingri Hall.

Until his grandfather became seriously ill, he moved back to Suyuan and went back to see his grandfather the first time after school every day.

There is an ancient camphor tree in Qingri Hall, which is said to have a history of a hundred years.Qin Mingzhu saw in the book that the camphor tree has the effect of praying for blessings, so she made a praying lantern, and without telling anyone, she climbed to the tree when no one was around.

Stepping on the branches, hanging the lantern with difficulty, blowing the body like a kite to the left and swinging to the right.

Suddenly, he heard a sharp call.

"Pearl!"

Qin Mingzhu turned her head, and her foot slipped at this moment.He was about to fall, but fortunately, he reacted quickly and hugged the branch next to him to stabilize his body. Just as he stabilized his body, he saw a staggering person running towards him.

A few years later, Qin Mingzhu saw a poem on Yan Jiayu's desk.

"What can I do to keep you?

I give you thin streets, desperate sunsets, and wild moons.

I offer you the sorrow of a man who looks long and long at the lonely moon.

I offer you the loyalty of a man who has never had faith..."

And at this time, just as he got down from the tree, he was hugged into his arms. The 19-year-old Yan Jiayu was half a head taller than him, and she almost buried him in her arms when she hugged him.

He smelled the faint fragrance of the other party's body, and listened to the other party's heartbeat like a drum.

He sensed Yan Jiayu's fear, raised his head slightly, and looked at this elder brother who was already a man.

Although the 16-year-old Qin Mingzhu still has a little baby fat, but under the baby fat is a stunning beauty that is just showing its edge. He stepped on the balance of innocence at one end and sensuality at the other, and called "Brother Jiayu".

The other party's answer was to hug him even tighter, as if wanting to blend into his flesh and blood.

Qin Mingzhu, who broke free from the past, closed his eyes, he no longer looked at the man who went mad at his urn, and hid in a quiet place.

It's just that he completely underestimated Sheng Yingqi's madness when he saw Sheng Yingqi's boyfriend, Mr. Ying, in his house.

"Is this your house too? Why do you suddenly want to take me back to your house?"

Mr. Ying walked in the door and looked around, his eyes filled with surprise and astonishment.

Sheng Yingqi was silent at first, and then raised his hand to hold Mr. Ying's shoulder, "I already know about your father's company, I can help you."

"Really? Yingqi, I, I don't know what to say, you are so kind to me!"

Sheng Yingqi pressed Mr. Ying's shoulders to prevent anyone from getting close, "Don't be in a hurry to thank me, I have conditions."

"what?"

"I want to use your body." Sheng Yingqi's cheeks were completely sunken because of his thinness. At this time, he stared at Mr. Ying, looking extraordinarily frightening, especially with his words, "You are a bit like him, Tianshi said I can use your body to channel spirits."

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"What can I do to keep you?

I give you thin streets, desperate sunsets, and wild moons.

I offer you the sorrow of a man who looks long and long at the lonely moon.

I offer you the loyalty of a man who has never believed in..." - Jorge Luis Borges, "What Can I Keep You"