A story of a god without logic

We are entangled in legends of gods and endless ages.

That is the cage that has belonged to us for thousands of years.

Immortal, immortal, immortal, lonely and cold listening to the prayers of believers,

We abide by the principles of the gods.

No matter what kind of deep love you have before this,

We all have to know neither love nor hate, sorrow and joy, nor reminisce about the past.

This is the price, but also fate.

If we say that reunion is another encounter of souls.The reunion at this moment should be the most painful but the happiest.

It was the voice buried deep in memory, "I have a pot of jasmine at home, but I don't know how to grow it. Can you come and take a look?"

Duan Ling looked at the familiar but no-memory face in front of her, and suppressed her slightly trembling voice, "Okay, as long as it is in our country, I will raise it." Under Yan Xuan's gaze, his answer did not change. After thinking about it, I blurted it out, and the familiar feeling that came to my heart at that moment was so sad that I wanted to cry.

I should remember him, I have seen the paintings on the slate countless times, and try to remember everything I want to remember.Stroke by stroke, he touched every detail with his hands.But why, he still felt that it was someone else's story.Just a familiar stranger, he should have thought about how the fate of the gods could be broken so easily.

Feeling no joy and love, even with tears in my eyes now.Don't dare to hug his lover, even if he is standing in front of him intact.

If it's her former self, if she's still that little prince who knows nothing about the world.So at this moment, he must have rushed over to tell him his thoughts and love.

But he can't, this is a kind of deception to Yan Xuan and a kind of torture to himself.

Yan Xuan looked at the aggrieved Duan Ling and said nothing.He knew that his Jasmine had suffered too much, and the memories that belonged to his previous life poured in like a tide, mixed in his mind.They all take a while to accept.

Still failing to protect him, Yan Xuan grabbed Duan Ling's hand and led him towards the ruins.

The god has been imprisoned for too long. Thousands of years ago, he tried so hard to remember the past, betting everything on the fact that he would be found.

Yan Xuan thought in his heart, let him bring back everything he lost bit by bit.

During those missed times, the loneliness faced by the lover alone is compensated to him.

Not guilt or responsibility, just because of love.

Because I love you.

Yan Xuan led Duan Ling out of the ruined temple.Duan Ling hadn't been in contact with other people for many years, and seeing the tourists around her panicked, the hand held by Yan Xuan no longer wanted to pull it out, but held it even tighter.As if aware of Duan Ling's discomfort, Yan Xuan pulled the man over from behind, put his arm on Duan Ling's shoulder, and protected him to his car. After getting in the car, he turned sideways to give Duan Ling the After finishing the seat belt, when he turned around, his right hand accidentally brushed Duan Ling's face.Both of them froze for a moment, still a little uncomfortable with this kind of physical contact.

Yan Xuan coughed under cover, while Duan Ling blushed and remained silent.

I don't know who spoke first, but the two said in unison, "You..."

Like a young couple who have just confirmed their relationship, they are cautious and full of anticipation.Yan Xuan smiled and raised his eyebrows to signal Duan Ling to speak first.Like a long-standing tacit understanding, Duan Ling looked at Yan Xuan and said naturally, "Do you remember? What happened in the past."

"I remember everything, my little Highness. From the moment we realized I was dead, I remember every bit." Yan Xuan looked at the road ahead with a calm expression.

The moment Duan Ling heard about his death, the sadness in his eyes could no longer be concealed, and he asked, "Then do you regret it?"

"Regret? Regret what?"

"Regret falling in love with me, regret dying for me." Duan Ling didn't dare to look at Yan Xuan at this time, he closed his eyes and leaned on the back of the chair and said.

"Speaking of it, I really regret it." There was a smile in Yan Xuan's eyes, but his tone was very calm.

Sure enough, is that really the case?Duan Ling's heart clenched violently.He obviously has a bright future, but he sacrificed his life for someone like me, and now he doesn't even have any memory, so what qualifications does he have to let him pay for it with his life?

"What are you thinking about? Jasmine." Yan Xuan could tell Duan Ling's state of mind with just a glance. "Not only do I remember this, I also know what you did after I died."

Duan Ling opened her eyes suddenly, "You know?"

"Well, I know it's painful for you to face me now, like treating a stranger, but this stranger is inextricably linked with you. You dare not face me, and you are also afraid of facing me." Yan Xuan parked the car on the side of the road, and he decided to talk about it before he got home.

Duan Ling felt that he had seen through him, he lowered his head in a daze, remained silent for a while, and replied, "I'm sorry, I have never been able to relate these things to myself, I... can't face you like I did back then. "

Seeing Duan Ling's aggrieved and sad look, Yan Xuan felt unhappy.He pressed Duan Ling's shoulders with both hands, made him look at him, and said in his most gentle tone, "What I regret the most is that I used that way to protect you back then. It was my fault. I imprisoned you." Sorry for being here for so long."

Duan Ling looked at him in surprise, "Isn't the thing you regret the most, falling in love with me and then dying for me?"

"How could it be? In my life, the most important thing is falling in love with you." Although the memory is a bit chaotic, the full of love cannot be ignored.At this time, Yan Xuan's whole heart is telling "I love him."

Duan Ling looked at Yan Xuan's deep eyes that wanted to suck him in, and felt a different feeling in her heart.That feeling is very familiar, but also very distant, like the love he has lost for many years.

God?

Is fate unbreakable?

He doesn't believe it.

The lover is by your side, if the past is destined not to be the present, let yourself learn to fall in love with him again.

Love, hate, sorrow and joy are emotions buried deep in the soul.

The same goes for gods.

Yan Xuan looked at his little Jasmine showing a familiar shy smile, stretched out his hand to pinch his smooth face, Duan Ling's face was slightly red, and he couldn't help but said in a bad manner, "Okay, I know you love her too. Me. Go home and say what you want."

No matter how long it has passed, as long as the person remains the same, it is a good thing.What difficulties are insurmountable?

Yan Xuan took Duan Ling back home.It was a small apartment in the suburbs, the surrounding was very quiet, the air and scenery were good.

Yan Xuan entered the house, but he couldn't see the people behind him following up.He couldn't help turning around and walking back.I saw Duan Ling standing outside the door in a little panic, eyes dodging.He smiled, stretched out his hand and half pushed the man into the room, and closed the door smoothly. "Change your shoes and wear these." He took out a pair of cotton slippers from the shoe cabinet at the door and placed them at Duan Ling's feet.

Duan Ling has been in a deep sleep for so many years, so she has never seen such soft shoes, so she changed into slippers and walked around the room freshly.Yan Xuan opened the closet and found his own clean pajamas, and handed it to Duan Ling who was sitting on the sofa looking at everything novel.

"Come on, don't wear the transformed clothes when you get home."

Duan Ling hugged the velvet pajamas, her eyes were crooked with a smile, and she asked in a coquettish tone, "What? Doesn't it look good? I think everyone wears it like this."

Then you have to change into a suitable size. Yan Xuan looked at his expectant eyes and was embarrassed to hit him. He comforted him, "It looks good, it looks good in anything. It's okay, change it quickly."

Duan Ling is like a cat that just steals fish to eat, finally he is no longer the cold god in the ruins just now.The whole person came alive brightly, resembling the demeanor that Yan Xuan took him out to play when he made a fuss about it.

"Well, can you turn around and don't look at me?"

"What? Shy?" Thinking that Duan Ling might not be able to adapt to such an intimate feeling for the time being, Yan Xuan turned around helplessly, saying plausibly, "It's been a long time since we saw each other, so we can be forgiven for not being an example."

"Okay!" Duan Ling blushed behind him, quickly removed the transformed clothes, and put on pajamas that smelled of refreshing sunshine.Because I was too anxious, I had a few buttons on my jacket.Yan Xuan turned around to see him struggling with a few buttons.He stepped forward, reached out to help him unbutton the wrong buttons, and then fastened them one by one, carefully not touching Duan Ling's naked body in the clothes.

Duan Ling took a step back awkwardly, and said timidly, "Thank you...thank you."

"Hahaha, what's there to thank, it's not that I haven't served you before. Why are you still reckless after so long." Yan Xuan didn't force him to adapt now.He led Duan Ling to sit on the sofa and turned on the TV for him.

"Look first, I'll get something to eat."

Duan Ling looked at Yan Xuan's gentle eyes, and swallowed the sentence "God doesn't need to eat."Yan Xuan had never cooked for him before, so he couldn't help but look forward to it.

Watching Yan Xuan walk into the kitchen, Duan Ling shifted his gaze to the TV, and he looked at this strange thing.Why is there someone in this thing?So weird.This man is still wearing the clothes of our time.What?Prince?He is also the prince?

Duan Ling was puzzled and felt a few big question marks popping up in his head.

Yan Xuan looked at the dishes in the kitchen and fell into deep thought.He remembered that Duan Ling used to like sweet food, obviously their country likes spicy food, but Duan Ling seemed to be soaked in a honey pot, and the food that people like sweet is also sweet.I don't know if the taste has changed over the years.However, he has been sleeping for so long, and he probably doesn't have much time to change his taste, so let's do it according to his original preference.

Yan Xuan was cutting vegetables when he heard Duan Ling walking over.

"Why don't you just sit there and watch TV?"

"It's not good, I don't want to read it." Duan Ling lowered her head aggrievedly, paused and said, "The monarch there is very kind to the prince, and even wrote poems and paintings with them."

Yan Xuan also understood when he heard this, the child must have remembered his days in the palace.When I was in Wangcheng, I could still accompany him, but once I went out, Duan Ling was left alone to take care of his flowers, waiting for me to go back in fear.There is no one to talk to, let alone after he is gone.

How did you survive that time?

He turned around, regardless of whether Duan Ling could adapt, he pulled her into his arms and hugged her.

too skinny.Yan Xuan felt that the person in his arms was so fragile that it would shatter if he tried hard.Duan Ling like this should have been coaxed and loved, like the most precious treasure in the world.But in this thin body, there is such a kind and resolute soul buried, such a dismissive impulse buried, a god's hasty millennium buried.

He loves too much and blames himself too much.

"Don't you still have me? I will accompany you whatever you do. Don't be sad, okay?"

Duan Ling trembled slightly in Yan Xuan's arms, but he did not push away.Greedily enjoying the warmth from Yan Xuan, it is extravagant and intoxicating.Even gods, there will be times when they are vulnerable and need comfort.

"Let's not look at this one, how about another one, after dinner, I'll show you the stars."

Duan Ling looked up at him, as if thinking about how to look at the stars.

Yan Xuan smiled dotingly, pinched his face with his right hand, "Wait here for a while, be good."

Duan Ling stood behind Yan Xuan, looking at this familiar yet unfamiliar person.The strange feeling in my heart is like the first ray of breeze breaking through the cold winter in early spring, gentle and lingering, refreshing.

After eating, Duan Ling hugged her bowl of coconut fruit and taro balls and ate them mouthful.The coconut fruit is sweet, and the coconut juice oozes out when you bite it, and the taro balls are soft and waxy and melt in your mouth.It's a pity that he didn't know that there are such delicacies.

"This, is there any more?" Duan Ling looked at Yan Xuan seriously with the unlicked coconut milk still on the corner of his mouth after a bowl of dessert.

"Yes, I'll make it for you tomorrow, and I can't eat any more today." Yan Xuan almost agreed to make another one when he saw it.He collected himself, wiped the coconut milk from the corner of Duan Ling's mouth with his thumb, and took the bowl resolutely under his begging eyes.

Duan Ling savored the taste of desserts, and when he regained his senses, Yan Xuan had already led him upstairs.

"What is this for?"

"I'll show you the stars, I just promised."

Yan Xuan led him and walked to the ladder leading to the attic.He climbed up first, pushed open the partition blocking it, then grabbed the ladder with one hand, and stretched out the other hand to Duan Ling sideways.

"Come."

It's like a reenactment of a scene from many years ago.Every time he sneaked out of the palace with Duan Ling, he would always reach out to Duan Ling by the window like this.

Then he said softly to his little lover, "Come."

And then what?

Probably it was Duan Ling who scolded him for being unruly, while hugging him tightly with a smile.Let him hold himself and fly down from the window.

Duan Ling stretched out his hand, Yan Xuan first held him, and then supported his waist to let him climb up step by step.The ladder is very wide, but the two people still cannot avoid physical contact.Duan Ling felt that the place on his body touched by Yan Xuan was numb like an electric shock.

In the attic, Duan Ling saw a vast and distant starry sky.

That's a specially treated roof.As an astronomy enthusiast, Yan Xuan changed the roof of his house into a whole telescope.As long as you look up, you can see the vast galaxy.In the deep sky, fine stardust is scattered in every corner, they flash blue or orange light, surrounded by little fireflies.The silver galaxy is blooming, spinning towards the brightest place in the center.Like an ink painting in the dark night, shining with the color of gemstones.

Xianyun is clever, Feixing spreads hatred, and Yinhan looms dark.

Yan Xuan took Duan Ling to lie on the carpeted floor.He didn't let go of Duan Ling's hand, and the two of them just intertwined their fingers like that.Yan Xuan turned his head to stare at Duan Ling, Duan Ling felt his gaze, and turned to look back.They are so close that they can feel each other's hot breath, and those who are close can touch each other just by moving forward a little.

"Does it look good?"

"It's beautiful, even more beautiful than what I saw with the power of the gods."

"Will it be uncomfortable being so close?" Yan Xuan loosened his tightly held hands.

"No..." Duan Ling seemed afraid that he would let go of his hand, and suddenly pressed Yan Xuan's wrist with the other hand.

"That's how it is." Yan Xuan smiled, turned over and rode on Duan Ling, looking at him with burning eyes.

For some reason, Duan Ling felt as if a piece of ice slowly melted away in her heart, and the warmth flowed to her limbs.His eyes were red, and he cried out in bewilderment.

"Afraid?"

"Not afraid."

"Then why are you crying?"

"I don't know, I still can't remember. I clearly remember everything, but I just can't remember the original feeling! I tried my best, I want to love you as much as I can!!!" Duan Ling broke down emotionally yell. "Why are you so gentle with me? In my previous life, I was too cowardly to cause you to lose your life. Now I am too greedy to deceive your feelings."

"Why... don't you hate me, don't be so gentle to me..." Duan Ling's tears welled up from those eyes that were brighter than the Milky Way, he cried fiercely, like It is to vent all the unwillingness and sadness for thousands of years.

Yan Xuan looked at Duan Ling crying, and helplessly lowered his head and gently kissed away his tears. "Stop crying, hate me for doing this?"

Duan Ling shook her head.

"That's good. You see, you are not without emotions. You will be sad, guilty, moved, and shocked. This is no different from people."

Duan Ling stared blankly at Yan Xuan's warm smile.

"So, you can also learn what love is." Yan Xuan lowered his head and lightly pecked the corner of Duan Ling's mouth.

"I'm here to teach you how to love. You put all your eggs in one basket and believed that I would find you. Now trust me again, okay?"

"Don't think about those feelings in the past if you can't remember them. From now on, fall in love with me again."

Duan Ling's eyes were bright after crying, as if she had finally untied the knot in her heart that had been entangled for many years.

He smiled and put his arms around Yan Xuan's neck.

Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams.

He said in his heart, "Master, I think, I still won. What's so terrible about the fate of the gods, I just want to break it."

Under the moonlight, two people embrace each other tightly, they are each other's lost treasures.

If these two feelings are long, how are they going up and down.

Since that night, Duan Ling, a god out of society, has lived in Yan Xuan's house.

Yan Xuan is an astronomy guy, and usually rests at home when he is not doing research.It is also like this that he can have enough time to get along with Duan Ling.

Every morning Yan Xuan would follow Duan Ling to learn how to take care of Jasmine at home.In Yan Xuan's flower garden, those jasmine plants also bloomed the best.In the past few days, he thought he knew how much water to water, and confidently took the watering can from Duan Ling.

"Are these okay?" He asked, squatting next to a flower.

"It's too much, don't pour it!"

"What about these?" He changed his target again.

"This is too little, do you really know it?" Duan Ling looked at him with a bad expression.

"It will be a while, look" Yan Xuan said, walking to Duan Ling's most precious jasmine plants, shaking the kettle and preparing to pour it directly.

"Wait! You can't water like this, the flowers will be knocked down." Duan Ling was in a hurry at this moment, forgetting that she was a god, and she could stop Yan Xuan with a wave of her hand.He rushed over to grab the kettle in Yan Xuan's hand.But who would have thought that Yan Xuan showed a triumphant smile, he just turned around and caught Duan Ling who was rushing towards him.

"Your Highness, if you want to hug me, just say so, don't attack me by watering the flowers."

At this moment, Duan Ling no longer cared about the majesty of the gods, he was like an angry kitten, lingering in Yan Xuan's arms and refusing to come out, but wanted to stretch out his paws to scratch him.

Yan Xuan wrapped his arms around his waist, suppressing Duan Ling's attack with force, and he leaned down and whispered in Duan Ling's ear, "My Jasmine is well-raised, whether it's a flower or a human."

Duan Ling's ears are already sensitive, and he was even more shy after hearing this. He knew that he was blushing, and now he was even more unwilling to get up from Yan Xuan's embrace.

In the end, Yan Xuan carried him back.

It has to be said that Duan Ling is becoming more and more clingy now, even more clingy than before.When he was sitting and reading, Duan Ling would often read with him by his side.Even though he would fall asleep after watching it for a long time, he still came over happily.Maybe it's because I no longer need to face the huge palace and indifferent father and brother, maybe it's because I no longer need to secretly meet with myself.Duan Ling seemed to have lived again, like a truly carefree little highness.

Duan Ling often feels emotional recently.Why is it that he is also a man, some things he does are not as exciting as what Yan Xuan does.Every time Yan Xuan comes out of the gym, he wears pajamas casually on his upper body, with wide shoulders and narrow waist, his tall and slender figure can be seen at a glance.His well-defined abdominal muscles are exposed, and there is still sweat on it from the exercise. If it is someone else, he will definitely be disgusted, but standing in front of him like Yan Xuan, he actually has a kind of want to go over and touch it. idea.What a lecherous god, Duan Ling secretly criticizes herself like this every time, and then continues to stare at Yan Xuan presumptuously.

No matter how sexy it is, it's his.

Only he can see, only he can touch.

Duan Ling blushed as she thought about it, and rolled around on the sofa with her pillow in her arms.After such a long time, he has long been familiar with this new era and adapted to the current life.He also admitted that Yan Xuan was really changing him little by little, and he hadn't experienced that kind of dead silence and loneliness for a long time.

"Yan Xuan, I want to eat white fungus and lotus seed soup tonight!!!"

Duan Ling still likes to wear white clothes.

Before going out, Yan Xuan looked at the overly good-looking person in front of him, and finally decided to put a hat on him.Part of the young man's delicate face was covered, but the elegance and beauty under the shadow could be vaguely seen.

After watching the movie, they walked down the street holding hands.Recently they often walk on the street like this.There are many couples holding hands like them on the street at night.

There are all kinds of things in the world, and every love must have its own story behind it.

Duan Ling was a little embarrassed, and wanted to let go like before, but this time Yan Xuan didn't give him this chance, and held him even harder, interlocking his fingers.

There were a few little girls around who cast inquiring gazes, but Yan Xuan didn't say anything, and continued to walk peacefully like that.It seems to have the courage to grow old holding hands like this.

Duan Ling's heart trembled, and that warm feeling filled his heart so much that it was about to overflow.Gathering his courage, he raised his head and smiled at everyone who looked at them.

On that delicate and elegant face, that smile expressed everything.There is no need to explain anything, Duan Ling knows that every part of his body is telling that he loves him.

Long gone, his love.

It's been a long time, his love.

He dedicated all his pure and sincere love to the man who was holding him by his side.It was so thousands of years ago, and it will be the same after thousands of years.

Yan Xuan seemed to know what he was thinking, and he took him into their flower garden.

I don't know when, the flowers have been covered all over the ground.They exude a delicate fragrance at night, swaying quietly with the evening wind.Yan Xuan conjured a jasmine from his hand, and it bloomed better than any other flower.The petals are soft and pure white like snow, exuding a faint fragrance.

Duan Ling took the flower, dressed in white.

It's like the self who was fleeing thousands of years ago, but not the same self back then.

His lover is in front of him, and his jasmine will never wither.

"The Jasmine back then withered, I will compensate you, and bring my people together to compensate you."

No matter how long it has passed, the love buried deep in the soul will not change after all.

My innocence and sincerity, and my deep love, are all entrusted to you.

The daughters of the princes buy the Xiangru Fu, and who will complain about this love.

The flower language of jasmine - pure and sincere love.

Just like their stories, you must pity me and I pity you.

The author has something to say:

One day, Duan Ling suddenly woke up from her dream.

Recently, he asked everywhere how to make Yan Xuan also have the godhead of immortality, and he was already very tired.Today, a psychic dream abruptly woke him up from his ordinary and beautiful life recently.

Yan Xuan, who was hugging him, was also woken up. He hugged him again and patted him on the back.

Then, hearing his lover trembling, say,

"The seniors sent me a message that the God Realm and the Demon Realm are at war.

My master, my master went to fight, and now... life or death is uncertain. "