Thousands suspect fake young master after rebirth

Song Yuqing sometimes looked at Song Xunnan who was indifferent, and wanted to break his wings countless times and lock him tightly by his side, unable to go anywhere.

Even if Song Xunnan hated him, he would know in the end that only he could protect him in this world.

But Song Yuqing was timid.

He had done this once before, but all he got was an altar of ashes, so light that it was weightless to hold in his arms, and so light that it would disperse like quicksand when the wind blows.

All the things he thought were good for Song Xunnan turned out to be sharp weapons to cut him, stabbing him to pieces.

He stood where he was, shaking.

After not eating for a long time, coupled with the cold wind blowing for another day after being discharged from the hospital, Song Yuqing felt a pain like a pinprick in his head, and the color in front of his eyes gradually faded, like an old overexposed photo.

"Even if you don't like it, take it." He breathed harder, suppressed the discomfort, did not look at Song Xunnan's eyes, rewrapped the jade carving, and fortified it to him.

Song Xunnan took a step back, leaving Song Yuqing empty.

Song Yuqing looked at the widening distance between the two of them, pressed his throbbing forehead, but felt cold sweat on his hand.With a hoarse voice, he was short of breath: "You can talk to Song Hengxuan, or you can talk to Song Xi, you clearly know that they—"

As if he had touched a taboo, Song Yuqing stopped his low growl, panted twice, and trembled a little: "But why can't I? Why is it just me??"

Song Xunnan came down the steps and walked towards him.The graceful and calm manner of strolling in the garden made Song Yuqing feel embarrassed at this moment.

He walked to a place separated by a step, barely stopped, looked at the anger and unwillingness in Song Yuqing's eyes, and looked at his embarrassment at this moment, raised his hand, squeezed his neck suddenly, put the back of his hand against his chin and pushed it up hard, Forced him to look up at himself.

Song Yuqing was not feeling well, but he looked up at Song Xunnan without any resistance, and even Song Xunnan tightened his fingers only to increase his breathing.

Song Xunnan looked at his face for a long time, then smiled suddenly, with a frivolous look at the end of his eyes: "Because they can all bring me benefits, and they are even rushing to give me benefits, for fear that I won't accept them." —and you? What can you bring me?"

Song Yuqing was stung by the frivolity in the corner of his eyes, his breathing was stagnant, and the feeling of suffocation increased: "If... that's the case... I can do it too, you, what do you want..."

Song Xunnan sneered, and let go of his hand. Song Yuqing staggered back following his strength, and when he looked up, he saw Song Xunnan shaking his hand, as if shaking off something dirty.

Seeing Song Yuqing standing still, he groped his fingertips and smiled viciously: "Is your Song family in a civil war recently? I want you to intervene too, can you do it?"

Both of them knew what it meant for Song Yuqing to be involved in the war between Song Hengxuan and Song Xi.

Song Yuqing sometimes felt that Song Xunnan was extremely cruel.

He stood there tall and tall, watching the Song family's tall buildings rise and then watched the tall buildings collapse, always looking like nothing to do with him, with a faint smile on his face, he swung a knife to cut off the relationship between them, without any hesitation. No mercy.

But he still felt that the Song family didn't fall fast enough, so he said to him jokingly, "I want you to get involved too."

His head hurt even more, and he seemed to have a fever, even breathing was hot.The place where Song Xunnan grabbed her just now was even hotter.

The throat was choked, making Song Yuqing forget how to breathe for a few seconds.

"Can't do it?" Song Xunnan sighed with regret, and then said sharply, "Then get out, don't be an eyesore in front of me!"

Song Yuqing stood there without moving, his thumb firmly pressed against his temple, he clenched his back molars, and squeezed his voice out from between his teeth: "This is... a gift for you."

Song Xunnan clicked his tongue, why didn't he realize that Song Yuqing was so persistent before.

He finally raised his hand to take the gift box, and held it loosely in his palm: "Did you give it to me, this is mine, and I can dispose of it as I please?"

Seeing him take it, Song Yuqing relaxed, "Yes, you can do whatever you like..."

Before he could say "good", Song Xunnan turned his palm.

The jade carving pierced through the air and fell with a "pop", shattering all over the ground.

Song Yuqing's mind went blank for a few seconds.

Song Xunnan withdrew his hand and said slowly: "I don't like this gift, so I dropped it, do you mind?"

Song Yuqing didn't speak, but lowered his head and stared at the incomplete jade carving on the ground, his eyes were bloodshot.

Seeing that he was silent, Song Xunnan felt bored and turned to leave.

"...I bought this jade carving after searching and choosing for a long time."

Song Yuqing stood still on the spot, only when Song Xunnan's figure was about to disappear, his body moved, and he spoke numbly.

"I just want to see you, nothing else."

"Song Xunnan, don't be so cruel, you always have to give me a chance to admit my mistake."

The back figure who was stopped by him did not stop, Song Yuqing watched Song Xunnan walk towards the corner and disappeared.

He was alone again.

Song Yuqing looked at the broken jade on the ground for a long time, then slowly squatted down, trying to put it in the box and tie the ribbon again, as if nothing had happened.

But the jade is too shattered, and nothing can be grasped at the last point.Song Yuqing clasped his five fingers on the ground until his fingernails lifted, and blood beads rolled down.

As if he couldn't feel the pain, he grabbed the broken jade mixed with mud.

The pulp of his finger was bleeding from his rough action, and it was stained on the jade.The pure white jade is full of dust and blood, black and red, and can no longer see its original appearance.

Song Yuqing clenched it desperately, but the broken jade crumbs slipped out between his fingers.

Just like he couldn't hold the ashes back then, he couldn't keep that person.

"Haha...hahahahahaha...hahahahahaha..."

He was squatting alone in the snow, and suddenly burst out laughing, coughing and shortness of breath, but he just held his neck and couldn't hold back the laughter.

Downstairs, some people peeped out because he was disturbing the people, thought he was a crazy drunk, and muttered a few words, probably scolding him, and then closed the windows forcefully and drew the curtains tightly.

Song Yuqing didn't pay attention to others' scorn, and didn't stop until his voice was so hoarse that he couldn't laugh anymore.

He put the jade mixed with dust and blood into a gift box, stood up, shook it, and left slowly step by step.

After walking a few steps, the tip of his nose felt cold.Song Yuqing looked up, it was snowing.

It seems that when he was waiting for his last flight at the airport in his previous life, the radio also said that "the flight was delayed due to wind and snow".He originally wanted to take another look at the snow, but in the end he died at an altitude of [-] meters.

Life goes round and round, and to him, it is another cycle.

He's always doing the wrong thing and hurting the family who loves him so much.

I can't do anything right.

......

The Meteorological Observatory said that the first snow in early winter will be ushered in these few days. I thought it would be a few days later, but I didn't expect it to fall now.

The fluttering snowflakes fell on the world, covering the footprints of the returnees.

The room was warm, and Song Xunnan was half leaning on the sofa holding a teacup, flipping through Baidu Encyclopedia: "I heard that Xiaoxue will eat glutinous rice cakes today."

Wen Heng pointed out: "That's a southern custom, and it has nothing to do with you."

Song, a native of the north, Xun Nan was unhappy, kicked off his slippers and got close to Wen Heng, knelt on his thigh and pressed Wen Heng against the back of the sofa: "No, I want to eat."

Wen Heng relaxed and leaned back against the sofa, looked up at him, and even reached out to support Song Xunnan's waist, so that he wouldn't fall down by pretending: "Whoever eats it will do it, you eat it and you do it."

Song Xunnan rolled his eyes, stopped pressing Wen Heng, pulled off the turtleneck sweater that was in the way, leaned down to kiss the corner of his mouth, and begged softly, "Just do it for me once, this is too difficult No, I really won't."

As he spoke, he kissed the corner of his mouth again.

Wen Heng was tickled by him, pursed his lower lip, and brought the person to himself: "Then let's go buy it tomorrow."

"No, I want to eat what you made." One of the downsides of Wen Heng pampering him too much is that Song Xunnan learned to push his feet.

"Must I do it?" Wen Heng asked him.

"must."

Wen Heng said "Oh", and said in Song Xunnan's expectant eyes: "Then please beg me."

"...I begged you just now." Song Xunnan was so angry that he pinched Wen Heng's face, but he deftly avoided it.

"This is the request I just made." It means that the request just now does not count.

Song Xunnan gritted his teeth, but compromised because of the glutinous rice cakes made by Wen Heng himself. He wrapped his arms around Wen Heng's neck, lowered his head to find the right position, and put his lips in his mouth.

This time it was no longer a superficial, provocative kiss.

After a long while, the two parted. Song Xunnan pursed his slightly swollen and red lips, and in a hoarse voice tainted with love, he begged Wen Heng in a teasingly elongated tone:

"Brother, baby, honey—please, can you do it for me?"

Wen Heng's long eyelashes trembled, and before Song Xunnan poked him to make him speak, the hand that had originally hooked Song Xunnan's waist went up, grabbed the back of his head and pressed towards him, and the two thin lips touched again.

......

When Song Xunnan finally got Wen Heng to promise to make glutinous rice cakes for himself tomorrow, almost an hour had passed.

Both of them responded.

"...I'm going to take a shower." He suppressed the churning pain in his heart, rolled over from Wen Heng's body, kissed his Adam's apple and went to the bathroom.

Wen Heng waited for him to leave, closed his eyes to calm down, and then got up to look at the snowflakes outside the window.

What he didn't tell Song Xunnan was that after Song Xunnan sent a message saying that he would be home soon, he stood by the window and waited, and naturally saw him and Song Yuqing.

Wen Heng didn't go down, he knew Song Xunnan would take care of it himself.

Sure enough, Song Xunnan withdrew mercilessly and left, leaving only Song Yuqing alone under the street lamp, even his back was desolate and lonely.

Wen Heng has always known that Song Xunnan is a person with a terrible distinction between love and hate, and everyone has a position in his heart, either black or white.

Those he loves will draw a steady stream of tenderness from him, and will always be under his protection.The other group of people were completely excluded, no matter what Song Xunnan did, they would never watch or listen to it again.

Wen Heng stood in front of the window, watching Song Yuqing staggered into the snow and disappeared with cold eyes.

He thought at the time that he would not fall into such a field, nor would Song Xunnan fall into the quagmire again.

There is a piece of warmth on the back, mixed with hot water vapor.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Song Xunnan embraced his waist from behind, pressed his lips against Wen Heng's ear and blew, "I just felt something was wrong after putting out the bath water, why should I go to the bathroom to solve my physiological/needs, I obviously have a genuine boyfriend .”

After he finished speaking, he bit Wen Heng's earlobe, grinded it with his canine teeth, and brushed it lightly with the tip of his moist tongue, the meaning was self-evident.