【Xiaming】Dyeing paper

When he woke up, the white camellia outside the window was just in bloom.

He remembered that when he went out for an outing in Jinling, there were patches of peach forests in the suburbs, and bright red and pink flowers all over the mountains and fields.Jinling women grew up in such a beautiful south of the Yangtze River, and most of them love the pink and slim color.At that time, he and his good friends laughed and encouraged the young man who was traveling with him to break a branch of peach blossoms and give them to the young lady who was traveling.He still remembered that girl glanced at the young man shyly and timidly, and took the peach branch with her lowered eyes, but her face was more red than the flower in her hand.

Most of Yunmeng's women have not entered the world, and they always have a purity that seems to have nowhere to stir up dust. There are few large peach groves in the valley, but a lot of white camellias are planted.It is obviously spring, but walking in the forest always has the scene of winter sunset and snow.The wind blows over the branches full of flowers, occasionally blowing one or two fallen flowers into the water, and the sun shines through the gaps between the flowers and leaves, shining like fine gold leaf on the stream, which is really a dreamlike beauty.

He stood in front of the window for a while, then turned around and pushed open the door, and simply sat on the bluestone steps at the door, looking at the entrance of the courtyard as if waiting for something.A figure suddenly flashed there, a look of nervousness and anticipation appeared on his face, but a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes the moment he saw the figure outside the door clearly.

But he quickly suppressed the disappointment in his eyes, turned to smile at the visitor and said, "Senior Sister Qiqi."

Cheng Qiqi took a few steps forward, handed him the medicine bowl he had chosen in his hand, poked his forehead again and said, "You, why are you running around again, even though your injury hasn't healed yet?"

He took the medicine bowl and put it aside without a trace, but when he was about to make a joke, Cheng Qiqi knocked him on the head. Said: "This is the medicine that Patriarch Come and Go told you to drink. Don't try to fool around like you did a few days ago."

He immediately grimaced, reluctantly took a sip from the medicine bowl, and drank most of it under Cheng Qiqi's scorching gaze, looking deathly.The latter's face paled a little, so he patted him on the shoulder and said, "Well, that's right. But your body hasn't recovered yet..."

Seeing that Cheng Qiqi was about to babble about the doctor's instructions again, he hastily interrupted: "Senior Sister Qiqi, can I ask you something?"

Cheng Qiqi was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "Say it."

He was silent for a moment, then looked at Cheng Qiqi and said in a low voice, "What happened to the person who sent me to Yunmeng that day."

Cheng Qiqi paused when he was packing the medicine bowl, and hesitated, "I don't know where he is now. When I came back with Patriarch Lai Qu, I saw him alone with you kneeling in a coma. Outside the valley...after the Patriarch came and went to bring you into the valley for treatment, he disappeared." Cheng Qiqi said here, and frowned again: "By the way, he also seems to have suffered a serious injury. Internal injury, and the patriarch who came and went said that his illness could not be cured in a day, and asked him to enter the valley with him, but he refused the patriarch, saying that he had his own way."

When she said this, she seemed a little puzzled and said: "Speaking of which, as long as people who come to Yunmeng for medical treatment, there is no reason to refuse them... But I don't know what kind of grudge he has with Yunmeng , several elders refused to let him take a step into the valley, fortunately Patriarch Lai Qu rushed back, but unfortunately...he only asked Patriarch Lai Qu to save your life."

While Cheng Qiqi was talking, he tidied up the medicine bowl, gave him a few words and then turned and left.He just responded subconsciously, and he didn't know where his eyes fell. After a long time, he slowly lowered his head, took out a brocade handkerchief from his arms, stared blankly at the handkerchief, and slowly clenched his hands.

From this day on, he would sit on the stone steps and wait every day.

He knows that waiting is really the worst way.He didn't regret it when he insisted on taking Fang Siming away, and he didn't regret it when he took the risk to detonate the thunder ball alone. Even if he was allowed to return to that situation at this time, he would do the same thing.

It's not like he didn't want to lose.

But he knew that if it couldn't be settled this time, then Fang Siming would live under Zhu Wengui's shadow for the rest of his life.He doesn't want to see Fang Siming stuck in the mud like that again, so he won't regret what he has done.But at this time, he felt that he really couldn't force Fang Siming anymore.

He knew that maybe he was wishful thinking, but he was always reluctant to give up such a glimmer of hope.Waiting is a fool's way, but he has no better choice.

He spent the whole day in a daze on the stone steps at the door, but there was still no trace of that person.It wasn't until the moon was in the middle of the sky, and the wind at night exuded a bit of chill, that he sighed softly, turned around and prepared to go back to his room.But just as his hand touched the door, he suddenly froze as if he sensed something.

He turned his head very slowly, as if he was suppressing something, and met the golden eyes under the moonlight.

He subconsciously took a few steps forward, but he didn't pay attention to the steps under his feet. He was about to fall to the ground, but the figure in front of him moved—he fell into the embrace of that person again.

He hadn't realized that Fang Siming's martial arts seemed to have recovered a lot, but he heard the familiar voice with a little helplessness mixed with some inaudible emotions falling into his ears.

"Why always..."

The other party didn't finish the sentence, but he became a little dazed for a moment.

The last time he hugged Fang Siming like this, he was still the boy who was not as tall as the other party. Even if he took the initiative, he always seemed to be leaning on the other party's arms.But after many years, now he is a little higher than Fang Siming.Everything seems to be different from the original, but it seems that nothing has changed.

It turned out that he was still so reckless, and Fang Siming would still catch him.

His previous disappointment disappeared in an instant, and he tightened his arms at this moment, following this posture, he hugged Zi Zi tightly in his arms.He could feel Fang Siming's body stiffen suddenly, but he refused to relax at all.After staying for a long time, he heard Fang Siming sigh almost imperceptibly, and reached out to caress his back.

His lips curved uncontrollably, and he stood holding Fang Siming in the courtyard for an unknown amount of time before slowly letting go.He looked down at the familiar face that was slightly paler than ordinary people, stretched out his hand to brush away the strand of silver hair blown by the wind on the face, smiled and said softly: "I won the bet, right?"

There was a bit of sly brilliance in his eyes, but more of it was an indelible tenderness.He just looked over quietly, and Fang Siming felt as if he was about to drown in those eyes that were as bright as stars.

He did grow into a real youth.His martial arts improved a lot, he was able to travel from the south of the Yangtze River to beyond the Great Wall alone, he was able to pull himself out of such a quagmire, and he even sacrificed his life to completely free himself from the shackles in his heart.

But at this moment, the arm holding Fang Siming was still trembling slightly, and he stubbornly refused to let go at all.It was as if he was still that shy boy who didn't know much about the world, and wanted to warm the cold with his sincere enthusiasm.Those false deceptions, intrigues, and life-and-death separations were all thrown aside by him, as if Fang Siming was the only one in his eyes from the beginning to the end.

Even though he hadn't drunk alcohol today, Fang Siming felt as if he was a little drunk.

Maybe it was because the moonlight was too hazy, or maybe it was because Luoying was too charming, but maybe it was because the young man's eyes were too gentle, which made Fang Siming lean forward and kissed the young man's lips.

He only touched it lightly for a moment before ending the kiss, but the young man stretched out his hand to caress the back of his neck, and kissed back very gently but firmly.The kiss that was supposed to be separated at the touch of a touch instantly became charming.He invaded Fang Siming's lips and teeth, sucked and licked lightly, with just the right amount of warmth in his breath.The young man's movements were not rough, and could even be regarded as extraordinarily gentle, but it gradually made Fang Siming feel that he had no room to retreat and breathe.

Just like the pear blossom brew from the south of the Yangtze River, it is sweet and refreshing in the mouth, making it hard to be wary.But when he realized it, the lingering energy had silently penetrated deep into the bone marrow and into the lungs, and there was no room for recovery.

After a full cup of tea, he let go of the thin lips that had been tortured so bright red, kissed Fang Siming's eyes again, and hugged Fang Siming tightly in his arms.He turned his face, his lips just brushed Fang Siming's ear, and felt the other party's slight trembling for a moment, and then he laughed twice as if satisfied, then licked Fang Siming's ear, and said softly: "Go on, okay?" good?"

Fang Siming's heart trembled, and he couldn't help but look up at him again.

He looked at Fang Siming like this, and he disappeared in an instant with such ease just now, and a little blush spread on his face.He suddenly remembered that Fang Siming seemed to have said the same thing to him on such a moonlit night.Then he thought of his rhetoric that a bright matchmaker was marrying and refused to be abrupt, and suddenly felt a little ashamed.It's just that his hands tightened a little, and he coughed twice, trying to restore the image he had just established with great difficulty: "I...I'm not..."

Nine out of ten of his coquettish methods were inspired by Xiao Jutang's books, but he didn't want Fang Siming to feel that he was still a child who didn't know the world.At this time, I don't know what I want to explain, the words become more and more faltering, and my face becomes hot like a fire.

Fang Siming looked at him at a loss for a while, and then he seemed to see through something. He slightly hooked the corners of his lips, reached out to stroke the loose hair on his temples, and said in a low voice: "Don't worry about it. You... .very good."

He almost grew up under the praise and praise of others, no matter how kind the words are, it is difficult to stir up any waves in his heart.But the person in front of him only said these simple words, not even a compliment, and it already made him feel like he was thrown into old wine, and he became a little stupefied.

He looked at Fang Siming's lowered eyes, and his whole heart hung leisurely.It's like swaying half a cup of undrinked pear blossom wine, tasting the sweet aftertaste on the tip of the tongue, reluctant, but unable to resist, to taste the remaining half cup of fine wine.

He suppressed the restlessness in his heart, but the heat of his breath was hard to hide.He pressed Fang Siming against the tree trunk beside him, and after a long kiss, he began to suck kisses on the other's neck again.Fang Siming's body froze, but he didn't push him away.He opened the other party's shirt with one hand, kissed the vermilion spot lightly, looked at the red bead trembling from being exposed to the cool night air, but just rubbed it lightly with the tip of his nose, not at all. One more move.

His slightly scorching breath hit the extremely sensitive place, making Fang Siming tremble uncontrollably, and the hand holding his sleeve clenched a little bit.He knew that it was too much to be teased, so he put the red bead in his mouth, gently licked, bit and kissed.

Fang Siming snorted a little impatiently, but it made his eyes darken, let go of the scarlet that was tortured so brightly and rosy, and kissed the other party's rouge lips quite forcefully.At the end of the kiss, he panted and let go of the person in his arms, and then gently licked the corners of his red eyes.

Fang Siming seemed to be a little distracted by the kiss, and it took a long time for his eyes to fall on his face.It seemed that he had reacted to his gaffe just now, but he didn't know how to react for a while, so he turned his head away slightly, and stopped looking at the playful eyes in front of him.Fang Siming was silent for a while, and then calmed down and said in a low voice, "Where did I learn these things."

Fang Siming said this calmly, but it really didn't mean to praise him.But for some reason, he looked at the slightly red ear tips of the other party, and he was sure that the other party was definitely not rejecting him—he was distracted, kissed Fang Siming's lips again, and whispered: "Don't go, okay?" good?"

His tone was full of tenderness and begging, but also a trace of tension that could not be concealed.When Fang Siming reacted, he nodded subconsciously.The young man's eyes lit up again, and even the brows were filled with a smile for a moment.

Fang Siming felt as if something had fiddled with his heart, and even his cheeks became hot.It's ridiculous to say that during those days when he was pretending to be Fang Ying, he had made false claims with many people, and he was actually a little tired of those methods of love.He thought that he didn't dislike the young man's closeness before, but it was because the other party was so aggressive and ignorant of world affairs, and it could even be said to be reckless, but now the other party is obviously not the same ignorant young man as before, but he still dislikes it even a little bit. Thoughts... can't be born.

Even a kiss, a whisper, or a look from him can make me feel that there are waves in my heart again.

Fang Siming turned his face away slightly, but was forced to turn around by the man's gentle hand reaching out.The man smiled at him, and deliberately rubbed his lower body - he felt the obvious change in the other party, but he didn't know how to deal with it for a while, and it took a long time to find his slightly hoarse voice: " you....."

Before he could speak, the person in front of him stretched out his finger to his lips and made a silent movement.The young man's expression was extremely gentle, his eyes seemed to be scattered with fragments of stars, shining brightly: "I would like to bet and admit defeat."

What he said was really unreasonable, not to mention that Fang Siming did not respond to his wishful bet from the beginning to the end, even if he really bet with him, it would not be necessary to do so.But he obviously had a mature and gentle appearance until just now, but at this moment his eyes are full of innocence and innocence like a child who has not got chaff.

Fang Siming lowered his eyes slightly, and as if he had obtained acquiescence, he brought the other party into the room, and then forced him to press him on the couch and kissed him.This kiss was different from the soft and charming one just now, he sucked Fang Siming's lips hard, even biting with a bit of force.His breath was so strong for a moment that Fang Siming was almost out of breath from the kiss.

Fang Siming's clothes were already scattered due to the tugging just now, half covering his fair skin.He kissed Fang Siming's waist all the way, pulled on Fang Siming's belt with one hand and was about to tear it off, but felt the person under him suddenly stiffen.He was startled, stopped the movements of his hands, saw Fang Siming grasping the brocade quilt beside him, turned his head silently, and sighed softly as if he suddenly understood.

He pulled Fang Siming's hand to his lips and kissed it lightly, then held that hand tightly again.He looked at Fang Siming with burning eyes, and said softly, "Don't be afraid, let me see."

He looked at Fang Siming's slightly flushed eyes, and felt that his heart seemed to be grabbed by something, and there were slight pains.He stroked the hair on the other side's forehead, kissed the cool hair, and stretched out his hand to pull away Fang Siming's belt.

Even though he was prepared, he still couldn't help but feel distressed when he really saw the physical deformity of the person in front of him.Fang Siming's body trembled slightly, and even blushed with shame.But he just clenched Fang Siming's hand, leaned down again, and took the incomplete part of the other party in his mouth.

Fang Siming's body trembled violently, and then grabbed his arm.He could feel the strength of the other party's rejection, but he knew that Fang Siming was not rejecting him.

Although the youth's skills are underestimated, Fang Siming feels as if his five senses have been captured.The incompleteness that was kept secret and was unwilling to be announced, was soothed by that person in a precious and important way.That place was not standing upright and hard like ordinary people, but the faint pleasure brought by the shame surged up, and made his body tremble uncontrollably.

His hand was gripped even tighter by the young man.

After a long time, the man raised his head, leaned closer and kissed Fang Siming's closed eyes again.Fang Siming was silent for a while, then opened his eyes, looked at him and said in a hoarse voice: "...Why do you do this."

He had never seen Fang Siming look so fragile.He knew what Fang Siming was afraid of—his mutilated body was another shackles imposed on him by God besides Zhu Wengui.But he didn't have to sympathize with Fang Siming, nor did he have to comfort him.Whether it is a mutilated body or an unrighteous position, as long as it is Fang Siming, he is willing to accept anything.He is willing to use a thousand times of sympathy to let Fang Siming know his whole heart.

There is no reason or reason for the fact of the relationship, so he does not know when and why he fell in love with Fang Siming.But now, this feeling has indeed eaten away at the marrow.

He really seemed to have been bewitched.

Fang Siming's body was as white as if he hadn't seen the light all year round. Against the backdrop of the moonlit night, it seemed to be covered with a layer of soft white gauze, and there were still some red marks left on it on purpose.He looked at Fang Siming's rouge cheeks stained with lust and his unusually submissive attitude, and his heart beat violently.He dug out a box of ointment from the coat that was thrown aside, and looked at Fang Siming again.

But the other party just glanced at him, then lowered his eyes.

He just took Fang Siming's acquiescence to his actions, and his heart was filled with joy and tenderness for a moment.He dipped in the grease, poked his finger into the hidden place, and gently kneaded it.Fang Siming frowned slightly, as if feeling a little uncomfortable because of the intrusion of foreign objects. He comforted and kissed the other person's forehead, but his hand stretched his finger in again, opening up more and more carefully.

When the place was added to the third finger, his finger accidentally touched a point, which made Fang Siming groan in a low voice.His eyes darkened slightly, and he kneaded and pressed his fingers towards that point.Fang Siming clenched his lower lip, as if deliberately suppressing his voice, his heart felt hot when he saw it, he leaned over to lick and kiss the latter's teeth, and swallowed all the groans.

Fang Siming could hardly contain himself.Panting, he pushed away the young man's increasingly intensified kiss, looked at the other party's puzzled expression, took a steady breath, and whispered almost inaudibly: "It's ok."

The young man's eyes lit up suddenly, he gently pulled out his finger, and placed the part that was already hard as iron on the kneaded acupuncture point that was already a little red and swollen.His movements were extremely gentle, as if he was afraid of being too reckless and hurting the people under him, but he also carried an uncontrollable eagerness.Although the development was done carefully enough, Fang Siming's face turned pale when they all entered.

The young man stroked his body gently, and gradually he felt better.But he has never been so naked with someone, let alone that place is filled with young people's things, such intimacy with almost no gaps makes him feel a little out of breath.He frowned subconsciously, and whispered softly: "It's too big..."

When Fang Siming realized what he had said subconsciously, even though he had exhausted his romantic affairs, his face couldn't help being stained with a thin crimson color, and he even suddenly felt a little afraid to look at the young man.

Hearing this sentence, the young man froze at first, then bent down again, and laughed softly in his ear.Fang Siming seldom had such an emotion called embarrassment, but when he was about to speak, he met the smiling eyes of the young man.

"Thank you brother Siming for your compliment."

Before he could refute this somewhat playful ridicule, the young man hit him hard, turning his unspoken words into a somewhat hoarse moan.However, the young man didn't give him a chance to breathe, and kissed his lips again, his lower body moved violently, brushing against that sensitive point lightly or heavily.The swelling pain and stagnant dampness just now gradually fade away, and instead, there is a kind of pleasure that can almost ecstasy the bones.

The young man's relentless attack made him feel that his consciousness was almost pulled away from his body, but the body temperature and touch of the person on his body became more and more vivid.He lightly caressed the young man's back in a daze—the sweat was slippery to the touch, but he didn't feel any discomfort at all.

Because of his movements, the young man's emotions seemed to become more and more intense, and even his breathing was out of rhythm for a moment.Such an intense affair made Fang Siming's forehead covered with a thin layer of sweat. The young man bent down and licked it lightly without warning, and even wiped the top of the place under his body, Fang Siming felt a kind of An extremely strange, pleasant feeling that was almost terrifying emerged from his hips. He bit his lower lip, and his eyes were looking blankly. He was in a trance for a long time before his eyes fell on the face of the person on him again. .

The young man obviously had no intention of withdrawing from Mingjin at all, and looked at him with a bit of aggrieved taste: "Brother Siming, why didn't you wait for me?"

For some reason, Fang Siming felt a trace of heat welling up on his cheeks, he only bit his lower lip, and turned his eyes away from him.

The young man gave a low laugh twice, kissed his lips again, and started to move on without stopping.It wasn't until Fang Siming couldn't restrain himself and began to groan softly that he pushed hard twice and vented in that ecstasy.He panted slightly, and looked at Fang Siming's unbearable expression, which seemed to be a little uncomfortable because of the things he left in his body, and suddenly felt something scratched in his heart, and the part that was still in the man's body was alive and well. up.

For a moment, he felt that even if Fang Siming wanted his life, he would have no complaints.

Fang Siming didn't just kill him.

He sighed in his heart, but he thought that the other party had just recovered, and he was not willing to torment that person again.But that place did not withdraw from the other party's body, just hugged Fang Siming into his arms in this posture, kissed the other party's eyes that seemed to be a little tired, and looked at the other party quietly, as if he wanted to put him in his arms. The appearance of each other is engraved in my heart.

Fang Siming looked up at the young man beside him, the tenderness in the other's eyes almost made him feel a little crazy.He gently caressed the man's eyebrows, but for some reason he remembered Lin Qinghui's words that made fun of him that day.

He doesn't have a normal body to enjoy the love between men and women, and he never thought that a woman could taste this kind of taste with another person.For him at that time, what this brought was nothing but humiliation and desire to kill.He never thought that there would be a day when he would be willing to be in a disadvantaged position, let someone wantonly leave a mark on him, and he would still feel so happy in his heart.

The young man always said that he had saved him so many times, but Fang Siming knew that he was not the one who was really saved.

He looked at the sweat on the young man's face due to the lust just now, and stretched out his hand to brush away the loose hair on his sideburns, and couldn't help but slightly hooked the corners of his lips.

Fortunately.

Fortunately, this bet, he lost so completely.

In this way...willingly.

Fang Siming has been waiting in front of Taoyuan for a long time.

He's never been one to be anxious about dormant waiting—in order to achieve his goals, his patience is almost perfect.But at this moment, a trace of anxiety flashed in his eyes, a pair of golden pupils stared at Xing Linju's direction, stood silently for a long time, and then lost the expression in his eyes.

There was no one blocking him in front of him, but there seemed to be some kind of barrier, which made him just stand there, his face pale, motionless.But even if he was pointed at by a passing patient, he did not show the slightest impatient look.

He just quietly knocked on the closed wooden door not far away.

When the sun was about to set, the wooden door suddenly creaked open.A silver-haired woman with a calm face came out of the door. She seemed to be slightly stunned when she saw Fang Siming, and then nodded slightly at him.

Fang Siming felt that the string that had been tense in his head suddenly snapped, his whole strength was drained for a moment, and he almost fell to the ground.He held onto the tree trunk next to him, coughed a few times, then looked up at the wooden door again, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

He had never been so embarrassed, but his heart had never been so relaxed.

The clothes on his body were stained with dirt and blood in several places, and several cracks were drawn on them.The whole person's complexion was so pale that it seemed that he was barely holding on with his last breath, but even the hand supporting his body was trembling slightly.

He hated others smiling at him, and he rarely showed such an expression that could be called smiling.But he was really smiling at this time, so that people felt as if nothing happened to him, and those weak and miserable conditions were all illusions.

He took another deep look at the closed wooden door, turned around and walked into the white camellia forest.