The flowers of Gaoling have been picked

I froze for a long time, until Jing Zhan thought that Su Wangli would not respond to him again, and then he heard him say hoarsely and blankly: "Do you think it's fun to lie to me..."

Jing Zhan got up and sat next to Su Wangli, looked down at him, but didn't say anything.

Su Wangli, whom he misses day and night, and who he is reluctant to touch, the Immortal Yaohua, whom he is reluctant to knead, even now feel that he is lying to him...

Su Wangli has been alone for too long, so long that mountains and rivers have disappeared, rivers have dried up and become mud, so long that this heart suddenly accepts such a person, and the pain is unbearable. How can he be as tough as imagined? , but was forced to a corner as a last resort.

Seeing that he didn't speak, I became even more flustered and anxious, buried my head even lower, and murmured in a choked voice: "It's not fun at all..."

"..."

"This kind of joke is not funny at all..."

Before finishing speaking, a big hot hand caressed his cheek, and Jing Zhan sighed very softly: "Su Wangli, look at me, look at my face."

"what?"

Su Wangxin was puzzled.

Jing Zhan has a gentle expression and warm eyes, those slender eyes are gazing at him affectionately, as if the stars in the sky have been crushed into his glass eyes, and merged into a bright galaxy.

"I'm not joking, from beginning to end, I love you, and I mean it."

The voice was like the snow that melted on Penglai Mountain under the warm sun in early spring, cold but soft, delicate but serious, accompanied by a gentle warmth that slowly flowed into Su Wang's centrifuge, the soaked ice-cracked heart was unbelievably soft.

Su Wangli stared at him with wide eyes, his heart was already beating wildly, his hands were clenched by Jing Zhan, dripping with sweat.

The eye sockets suddenly turned red, and he lowered his head in just a moment. The windows in the inn were wide open, and Su Wangli still felt hot and uncomfortable, like a thousand-year-old ice wrapped in scorching fire. He was so burned that he couldn't breathe, frozen Years of blood ran away again.

Perhaps I had waited for him for too long, and my first reaction when I got this sentence was not ecstasy, but pain.

He had never received such an unruly love that made him addicted and depraved.

"I...I don't deserve your love..."

He was ecstatic, his heart was elated, but there were still no big waves on his face, his eyelids drooped and his eyelashes fluttered.

He doesn't deserve to be liked by Jing Zhan. He has done too many wrong things, and he can't repay them all his life. How can a person like him be liked by Jing Zhan...

"The wind is very comfortable today, isn't it?" Jing Zhan didn't answer him, but squeezed his hand even tighter.

"Ah? It's very comfortable..." Su Wangli couldn't react in time. He didn't know that Jing Zhan asked him such a question for no reason, but he still answered it.

"Su Wangli, please allow me to be your breeze."

He didn't say whether it was worth it or not, but humbly sought Su Wangli's permission.

"What about you? Su Wangli?" After a long time, Jing Zhan asked him.

"what?"

Jing Zhan held Su Wangli's hand, trembling violently. He lowered his eyes, a little anxious: "I, I am stubborn by nature, I have no ink, and I have done many wrong things... You, Will you like me..."

Su Wangli's heart, which had already settled down, suddenly jumped wildly again, and he turned his face away, refusing to answer Jing Zhan.

But Jing Zhan clearly knew that Su Wangli gave him the immortal law and carried him back from outside the village, and he clearly saw that the roots of Su Wangli's ears were smudged red.

"Su Wangli..."

"Enough." Su Wangli interrupted him in a muffled voice, his ears turning red even more, "Stop talking."

However, at the next moment, Su Wangli broke away from Jing Zhan's hot palm, and held Jing Zhan back with his trembling slender fingers, and then pressed his palm tightly together, interlocking his fingers.

He blushed, turned his face away, and looked at Jing Zhan firmly but shyly with his reddish fox eyes.

crazy......

Just crazy!

Su Wangli likes him...

Su Wangli actually liked him!

A heart sank in an instant, like a woodcutter on a distant mountain who lost a bundle of firewood when he met a traveler crossing a river.

He cautiously leaned towards Su Wangli, like a fifteen-year-old child who sympathized with Dou Chukai, anxiously and fearfully approached those thin lips glistening with water, their breaths intertwined, and finally, the regretful one The kiss continues.

First he pecked a few times, then he opened his mouth to enclose his cold and soft lips. Gently and gently, the tip of his tongue knocked open the white teeth, and entangled with them. Su Wangli had never experienced this kind of celestial being. He didn't know anything about these things, so he could only widen his eyes childishly, open his mouth, hold his breath, and let Jing Zhan attack the pool and plunder the ground, trying to respond to him out of order.

Jing Zhan opened his eyes and met those staring round eyes, and was amused unconsciously.

Finally, she let go of the red lips, and instead hugged Su Wangli's delicate earlobe.

Su Wangli was finally able to breathe heavily.

Jing Zhan felt itchy when he heard it, and leaned close to his ear, and said in a hoarse voice: "How can anyone not close their eyes and breathe when kissing?"

Su Wangli was a little annoyed by his torment, and stretched out his hand to Jing Zhan's chest, trying to push him away.

Jing Zhan didn't want to force him, so he kissed Su Wangli's delicate earlobe, and took the finger that was on his chest to peck a few times, and then reluctantly let him go.

Su Wangli's face turned red, don't turn his head away to look at him, Jing Zhan doesn't care, after all his little fox is always so awkward and stubborn.

"Sleep, I'll call you later." Jing Zhan lay down with his arms around him, and covered him with the quilt.

Su Wangli curled up in his hot arms, staring at him, not knowing what to do. He always slept alone, but suddenly there was someone beside him, who was still the person he was thinking of, and he didn't know what to do. , everything just now was like a dreamy and fragile bubble to him, if he was not careful, it would shatter into the clouds and dissipate in the world of mortals.

Jing Zhan is familiar with the road, after all, he still remembers the night in Penglai Fairy Mountain freshly. He put one hand under Su Wangli's neck and the other around his waist.

"Don't lean so tight, I can't sleep." Su Wangli's words were unshakably mean. He actually wanted to say it in a tactful and gentle way, but when he said it, his taste changed.

If an outsider heard it, he would definitely say that he was angry again, but Jing Zhan had long been swayed by his master's awkward personality, and let go of his hand with a light smile, saying: "Okay, go to sleep, don't worry about it." It should be light when you sleep."

Maybe it's been a long time since he was so tired, or maybe Jing Zhan's arms were too warm and his words were too soft, so Su Wangli just fell asleep in a daze.

Jing Zhan looked down at the sleeping profile in his arms, and raised his hand to press his head a little tighter into his arms.

Not only Su Wangli, but even Jing Zhan is like a dream but not a dream. The person in his arms is too unreal to him. If not for his beating heart and warm body relying on him, he would never be like this now. peace of mind.

God treats him kindly, when he met Su Wangli when he was most helpless, he accompanied him, accompanied him, and protected him. This is something he could never repay in his life. He was too poor and incompetent. Su Wangli liked him, so he He was the best gift ever.

He lowered his head and carefully kissed Su Wangli's soft and tender cheeks, then closed his eyes contentedly, and fell asleep peacefully in the dark night.

It was dark and late at night, everything was silent, and the breathing of the person in his arms gradually became steady and long.

Su Wangli was woken up by the heat, and when he opened his eyes, he felt sticky all over his body. Last night he slept without taking off his coat, and it was sunny again, and the weather was already hot. This inn was not airy and stuffy. Being stuck is even more depressing.

Jing Zhan was in a deep sleep, and his hands did not loosen at all. One hand clasped his waist and the other wrapped around his shoulders, locking him tightly.

Su Wangli was already bored enough, but Jing Zhan's scorching stove covered his whole body with thin sweat. His hair was wet and stuck to Su Wangli's slender neck and distinct cheeks and chin. He was so hot that he stretched out his hand Press and hold Jing Zhan's chest and push it outwards, and then stop after two light pushes.

This couch was originally meant for one person to sleep in, but it is already the limit to squeeze two people into it now, not to mention two big men, Jing Zhan protected himself inside, he should have half of his body outside, if he pushes like this again, it is true unacceptable.

Sighing, my mind was full of thoughts, and I forgot to take my hand back for a while.

"Are you awake?" A deep voice came from the top of his head, Su Wangli looked up, and saw Jing Zhan opened his eyes in a daze, his thick eyelashes fluttered, and his eyes were clear and affectionate, and then he closed his arms Tighter, until there was no gap left between the two of them, then he rested his chin on Su Wangli's warm head in satisfaction.

"Would you like to sleep again? Last night I was tossing so late..." Xu Shi just woke up, Jing Zhan's voice was hoarse and lazy, it came from the top of Su Wangli's head, and entered his ears clearly. He was fascinated, giving birth to an unprecedented sense of security.

His apprentice has really grown up. Leaning in his arms, Su Wangli feels more and more that this man is tall and broad, with hard muscles on his body. The arms that hugged him swelled due to the force, making Su Wangli feel sick. Li's body was sore, but his heart was tight with joy.

He didn't speak, but shook his head with his hands still on Jing Zhan's hard chest.

Jing Zhan laughed when he saw his appearance, and looked down at Su Wangli.

Perhaps his smile sounded like a mockery to Su Wangli, so he raised his head and glared at Jing Zhan in a suppressed posture, his lips were tightly pressed into a thin line, and he said coldly, "What are you laughing at?"

Jing Zhan had long been familiar with his appearance, so he asked with a chuckle: "Master, do you still remember the appearance of waking up in your arms in the early morning of Penglai Mountain?"

It's okay not to mention this, but when it comes to Su Wangli's hard-fought clean-up last time, Jing Zhan tore his face away, struggling to get angry, but he heard Jing Zhan's next words before he could summon up his eternal hatred.

"I still feel like I'm dreaming now. Sometimes I have too many nightmares, and when I suddenly have such a beautiful dream, I feel uneasy." Jing Zhan's eyes were as gentle as water, and his words were as light as the wind, all of Su Wangli's violent anger was exhausted. Off, "It's great, Master didn't hide from me this time..."

Hearing what he said, Su Wangli was a little at a loss, but his stubborn and arrogant personality had already been set. No matter how flustered he was, his face was still not fluctuating too much, and his words were cold: " You and I have communicated with each other, why hide?"

Jing Zhan looked at his master's awkward appearance, wishing he could lower his head and kiss those tightly pressed lips, but he couldn't be so impatient, he had already asked for enough last night, if it was too fast, he would scare his master and blow his hair If you run away, it's not worth it.

"But who does Master think my sweetheart is?" Jing Zhan asked suddenly, remembering why Su Wangli was jealous.

Su Wangli couldn't hold back his face anymore, if this matter was revealed, wouldn't Jing Zhan use it as a laughing stock for the rest of his life?

"No, it's all in the past, so there's no need to think about the past." Su Wangli said perfunctorily.

It's too much to think about...

Jing Zhan had expected that Su Wangli would not say it, but he never thought he would.

That's what Su Wangli told himself when he captured and killed Ye Shenyu.

——The past is too much to think about.

What about those dreams?

Then why did Master hide those past events in his heart, dreaming from time to time...

Jing Zhan didn't ask the question, if Su Wangli didn't want to say it, so what if he asked, it would be a waste of effort.

After all, they are the two who have just made up their minds, and Jing Zhan is a man full of anger, holding Su Wangli on the couch together for a long time, suppressing his own anger, before letting Su Wangli get out of bed.

"Why are you still lying down?" Su Wangli put on his shoes, smoothed out his crumpled clothes, and was about to go downstairs to eat, but when he turned around, he saw Jing Zhan still lying on the bed, looking straight at him.

Jing Zhan was already suffering from suffocation, it was kindness to let Su Wangli get out of bed, how could he be able to empty all desires and become a Buddha instantly?

He grinned at Su Wangli, looked at him innocently, and said aggrievedly: "Master, you go down first, I, I'll be there in a while."

"Why?" Su Wang was purely centrifugal, so he naturally didn't understand what Jing Zhan did, so he asked with a frown.

"Tsk..." Seeing his master's stupefied look, Jing Zhan couldn't suppress the fire in his heart, it was hot, so he suppressed his throat and exhaled, helplessly said: "I'm not as pure as Master I have few desires, I have all bad thoughts about Master, if I let Master go, I won’t be able to get up.”

It was obvious enough for him to say this, but he deliberately pushed forward twice, his movements were obscene and ambiguous.

If Su Wangli still doesn't understand this, then he really is ignorant, his face immediately flushed red, "You...you...", his tongue is not smooth, and he stutters , It took a long time to utter a complete sentence: "You are really ridiculous!" After scolding, he walked away.

Seeing Su Wangli disappearing at the door, Jing Zhan sighed helplessly, stretched his hand down, and murmured, "That's not your fault."

When Jing Zhan felt better, Su Wangli had already had breakfast and was waiting for Jing Zhan to go downstairs.

Seeing Jing Zhan appearing, he raised his head and said to Xiaoer, "Go and prepare breakfast."

Only then did Xiaoer bring up the soup he had just made.

"You haven't recovered yet, drink some chicken soup to make up for it." Su Wangli scooped up the soup and pushed it in front of Jing Zhan.

"My lord's injury is really serious, and it hasn't healed yet." Xiaoer heard it from the side, and leaned over. There were not many people in the posthouse in the early morning, and he was very free, so he must be able to find someone to chat with. It is a wish.

"Fortunately, I've been hurt for a hundred days. I've only had a few days, and I have to recover slowly." Jing Zhan drank the soup that Master gave him with spoonfuls. too much.

Seeing this, Xiao Er took out a stool and sat beside them, saying, "Why don't you go to the Posa Temple to worship, the clay Bodhisattva inside is very godly, whether you are suffering from illness or mental demons, as long as you burn incense Go talk to Ni Bodhisattva, and I guarantee that your injury will fully recover within a few days."

Su Wangli and Jing Zhan were both stunned, and they were relatively silent, so Su Wangli asked, "The mud Bodhisattva in the Posa Temple?"

"Yes, very clever!"

"As the saying goes, when the mud bodhisattva crosses the river, he can't protect himself, so he still cares about you?" Jing Zhan drank the chicken soup, put the porcelain bowl on the table, and the white porcelain collided with the crisp wood, making a loud noise.

"Young master, don't underestimate this mud bodhisattva, what can we rely on in our town?" Xiaoer retorted.

"Don't you worship gods and stars in your town?" Jing Zhan asked.

This time Xiao Er was stunned, and laughed for a long time: "Young master, stop joking with me, the mud bodhisattva is much more powerful than Immortal Yaohua and the others."

"Really?" Jing Zhan obviously didn't believe it.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Er immediately nodded, patted his chest and assured, "It's absolutely true."

"Then we're really going to pay our respects." Su Wangli looked at Xiao Er with a face as cold as snow.