Envy

In the summer when Yan Zhaohan was 17 years old, Zhu's mother-in-law came to matchmaking for Meng Tou for the fifth time.Grandma Zhu said that this time she is a Xiaojiabiyu, good-looking, and virtuous, and she doesn't mind him bringing a child.

Meng Tou has always been conspicuous in the town.The mother-in-law came to check on the girls on behalf of the girls.He is nearly forty years old, but still has the appearance of his early 20s.The girls I asked my mother-in-law to come to kiss were not much older than Yan Zhaohan.

Meng Tou politely declined the first four times, but this time it was really difficult to refuse, so he went to see the girl.In fact, he didn't even remember the girl's appearance, and he was thinking about Yan Zhaohan in his heart.When he went out, Yan Zhaohan's expression was not very good. He said that he was going back before dinner, and he only wanted to go back as soon as possible.

However, the girl forced him to stay, and he had to get away after finishing his dinner on the second floor of the tavern.

He went back to the courtyard and saw the orange light in the back room was on, he pushed open the door, Yan Zhaohan had prepared food and was waiting for him.

Yan Zhaohan drank some wine, his face and neck turned red, and he was in a state of drunkenness.

Meng Tou knew that he couldn't drink much.You can't drink alcohol, you get drunk when you drink it.Seeing that he was drunk, Meng Tou hurriedly snatched the jug from his hand and the wine glass that he refused to let go, and helped him into the back room.

Meng Tou wanted to send him back to his own room, but Yan Zhaohan refused, pointing at him to sleep there.He was referring to the room where Meng Tou slept.

Meng Tou wanted to lean on him, lean on him, help him walk into his own room, and put him on his own bed.No one thought that Yan Zhaohan would not let go of his hand, she looked at him with Yingying eyes, and asked if he was going to get married.

Meng Tou sat down on the edge of the bed, and asked in a good-tempered manner: "If I get married, what should you do?"

Yan Zhaohan thought about this question very seriously, and finally held his hand, put it to his lips and kissed it: "Then I will be very sad."

Meng Tou was confused, he still couldn't think of a response, and Yan Zhaohan pressed him on the bed the next moment.Yan Zhaohan supported himself and sat on his waist, looked at his eyebrows and eyes by the dim candlelight, held his hand and said, "I think I like you, and I don't know what I should do. "

Over the years, Meng Tou has always deliberately separated the person in front of him from Yan Zhaohan.As far as he is concerned, what is in front of him is still a child, and he looks at the grown-up child.What he loves is Yan Zhaohan, the Xiqie Gong Shaojun who has been entangled with him since he was young.

He raised this child, and from the very beginning, he didn't want to have too much love mixed in his feelings for the young Yan Zhaohan.After a long time, he will restrain himself into a habit.

True, he could not bear to be teased.So when Yan Zhaohan kissed his eyebrows and touched his waist, he fell easily.

In the past, he felt that Yan Zhaohan had evil intentions, and he just liked to pretend to be innocent in front of him.Yan Zhaohan kissed him and whispered sweet words in his ear.Those soft words made his ears itchy, and Yan Zhaohan pecked lightly on his ear again.

Meng Tou touched his waist, pulled off his belt at once, wrapped his arms around his waist, and pushed back.Yan Zhaohan's skirt parted, revealing a patch of pale red skin.He stretched out his hand and pulled the skirt of his clothes further, and threw the belt to the ground.

He wiped off his clothes. It was summer, and fine beads of sweat appeared on the tip of his nose.

Yan Zhaohan doesn't sweat, he looks like a piece of cold jade in summer, his fingertips slide from his chest to his lower abdomen, and his long, smooth legs wrap around his waist.

Meng Tou had the feeling of having a erotic dream, and felt that he might never reach such a peak again in his life.

Yan Zhaohan bit his shoulder, his nails dug into his back, and called him "brother" in a hoarse voice.The white leg that Meng Tuo touched was sweaty, and he himself was sweaty, with sweat on his forehead, nose tip, back and waist.

Yan Zhaohan's voice is probably the heaviest aphrodisiac.He agreed, and asked Meng Touxi if he liked it.

Meng Tou thought that in his life, he would never love another person like this again.He is willing to live with him and die with him.He has no other wish, but only hopes that Yan Zhaohan is well.

Meng Tou went to the kitchen to boil hot water in the middle of the night, and cleaned up for Yan Zhaohan and himself before falling asleep.

Everything is fine, like the occasional cool wind in midsummer, the sound of cicadas brought by the wind, and Yan Zhaohan's steady breathing.He leaned over and kissed Yan Zhaohan's forehead, lay down for a while, and fell asleep.

He can also dream in dreams, occasionally dreaming about illusory things, and also dreaming about the real Mu Su and Zhao Lincheng.Sometimes I wake up in a trance, not knowing which layer of dream I am in.

Recently, he often feels sleepy, his energy is not as good as before, and sometimes his memory is blurred.He thought he might not have many years to last here.One day in the future, he will turn into a puff of smoke and leave quietly.

When Meng Tou woke up, he saw Yan Zhaohan's back.Before dawn, he didn't light a candle, so he put on a thin shirt and sat on the edge of the bed.

Meng Tou supported himself to sit up, held his hand, and asked, "Why did you wake up so early, why don't you sleep more?"

Yan Zhaohan turned around to look at him, and called "Third Brother".

Meng Tou was stunned for a while, then looked at his face with the moonlight coming in from the window.The face is still the childish face.It can be said that Zhao Han called him "third brother".

Meng Tou said, "You remember?"

Yan Zhaohan gave a soft "hmm".Meng Tou took him into his arms and hugged him tightly. He said, "Just remember."

Yan Zhaohan let him hold him for a long time, looked at the gray sky outside the window and said, "Third Brother, it's almost dawn."

Meng Tou asked, "Do you want to leave the dreamland with me and go back to Zhao Lincheng?"

Yan Zhaohan asked warmly, "Third Brother, do you want to go back?"

Meng Tou thought that he never seemed to answer this question, it was about the world and them.Meng Tou said: "If I had to choose again, I would still choose to go back to Fulian with you, watch you grow up, and indulge your mischief. But now, I want to go back. Zhaohan, I can't just watch My uncle and fellow apprentice died. The survival of the world has nothing to do with you and me, but this challenge fell on me, and I dragged you to bear it together."

Meng Tou lowered his head and kissed his hair: "In the future, I will also bear the burden with you."

The east is spitting out fish belly white, and the sun is rising slowly.The moment the halo reddened the dusky horizon, everything around them began to fade, becoming transparent and light.

In the emptiness, they embraced each other.

"I want to know how you replied to the second brother's 'what do you think of Meng Tou'? This time I want to hear you tell the truth."

The morning sun illuminated Yan Zhaohan's profile.There is the reflection of the evening glow in his eyes.

"Third brother to me is an elder brother, a confidant, and the love of my life."