Inhumanity

Fang Sui grabbed his wrist, and his face was the usual one, innocent and without sincerity: "I just gave you a hug, you should give me a hug too!"

There is a sense of righteousness and confidence, and there is a natural meaning of "repaying debts".

Lou Shechuan was speechless.

He always felt that Fang Sui was weird today.

Did Luoyang really have such a big influence on him?

No matter what, he only hesitated for about three seconds in the end, and then resigned to his fate and lay back on the bed.

Fang Sui pulled up a corner of the quilt and covered him very intimately: "Uncle is not young, don't catch a cold."

And leaned against him.

Lou Shechuan: "..."

Silently accepted his kindness, he also pressed the corner of the quilt for Fang Sui: "Children should also pay attention."

Fang Sui: "..."

It can be said that it is very stingy with revenge.

Lou Shechuan's sleeping posture was very standard and upright, he lay upright on the bed, unexpectedly had a majestic feeling.

However, this righteous majesty obviously cannot infect the nephew with bad intentions around him.

The handsome Uncle Lou finally slept next to him at this time, Fang Sui felt secretly refreshed, and deliberately yawned, stretching his hands high, and when he put them down, he put his hands on the floor very naturally. On Shibukawa's waist.

It's just that through the quilt, there is such a little bit of regret.

Fang Sui thought in his mind that after Lou Shechuan fell asleep, he would attack the city further.

Then, Lou Shechuan pulled his hands out of the quilt and covered his.

Lou Shichuan's palms were dry and warm, with a magical power that made people feel at ease.

"Don't let go," he said.

After a while, he added softly: "If you feel scared."

Fang Sui said two "hehe" in his heart: "Bah, I won't let you go even if I'm not afraid of this young master!"

Then he hugged him even tighter, and leaned his head against it, "嘤嘤嘤" said: "Uncle~ I'm so afraid of der~"

Leaning against Lou Shechuan, holding his hand, that powerful majesty seemed to really bring a sense of security.

Fang Sui really didn't fall into that oppressive emotion anymore. He originally thought about waiting for Lou Shechuan to fall asleep before he fell asleep, but he fell asleep without knowing it. It was a rare deep and long sleep. Sleep.

However, for Lou Shechuan, this night was destined to be restless.

The color in the dream is deep black, and it seems to be red with blood.

Can't tell if it's day or night.

There seemed to be a thunderous killing sound, but it seemed that nothing could be heard.

Only the sound of "da da" horseshoes was so clear that it seemed to be right next to my ears.

Quickly, with anxiety.

The face of the person on the horse was blurred, and the expression could not be seen clearly.

"Fang Jian, I order you with the general's order—don't let go."

He screamed with all his strength, as if he wanted to scream out his life.

And the hand around his waist is still getting looser and looser.

"General, General..."

The voice from behind was faint and indistinct.

It's not like his voice is hoarse, or his heart is like a fire.

It was actually gentle, with a faint hint of relief.

"In my whole life... I have never... never disobeyed, resisted... any of your... orders..."

The man on the horse pricked up his ears, for fear of missing even a single breath.

"But... this time... I'm afraid, I'm afraid... I won't be able to listen to your... words..."

"No—" Feeling that the hands on the back were finally let go, the rider suddenly pulled the reins, and the fore hooves of the strong red horse raised high, bringing up a cloud of dust, covering the sky and covering the ground.

The man turned his head, his eyes tearing open, "Fang Jian, you have to listen—"

With a sound of "bang--", the people behind have already fallen in response.

His closed eyes snapped open.

The heart was beating violently as if being hit by a drumstick.

Lou Shechuan looked at the darkness of the room, and was in a daze for a moment, unable to tell where he was.

He moved his hand slightly, only to find that his palm was covered with another warm hand.

There is still a warm, moist breath on the neck.

The person next to him didn't know when he was close to him, his head was buried in his neck, and the feet under the quilt had already wrapped around his waist unscrupulously.

The beating heart gradually calmed down, and the hand covering the other party tightened slightly.

"It's good that you didn't let go."

"Never let go again."

He heard himself say, ethereal, with a hint of relief.

At six o'clock in the morning, it was just dawn.

Fang Sui opened his eyes again on time.

He was going to turn over and stay on the bed as usual, and then his feet just moved——

emmm? ? !

Good waist!

With a jolt, the memory of last night came back instantly.

This is Lou Boss' waist!

Sure enough, she was thin and strong. Although she was measuring with her own calf, and through her pajamas, she could faintly feel the contours of her muscles.

Fang Sui secretly swallowed his saliva, and then found that his head seemed to be very close to Lou Shichuan.

The hotel's curtains are very good at shading. Although the sky outside has begun to light up, the room is still dark.

After Fang Sui got used to it for a while, he could vaguely see the facial outline of the person beside him.

A deep silhouette that undulates like a hill.

It's just around the corner.

And his steady breathing.

Fang Sui's face became inexplicably hot.

So he decided to follow his heart, carefully moved his head up, and planted a feather-light kiss on that sharp cheek.

Then Lou Shechuan seemed to snort lightly, and woke up.

Fang Sui immediately threw his head back on the pillow, pretending to be asleep!

Too useless.

He wanted to beat himself on the head.

Lou Shechuan turned his head sideways, he seemed to feel something touched his face just now, it was very light and soft.

But the people around him were still asleep.

Probably a dream, he thought.

This night was not very peaceful for him, and he couldn't tell the truth from reality.

He felt a little parched, so he wanted to get up to drink water, but the feet of the people around him were still hooking him.

Not only that, he just moved slightly, and Fang casually noticed something, turned over to his side, pressed half of his body up, and rubbed one hand over his chest too much .

Brings a slight tremor.

Lou Shechuan laughed, and said softly, "Aren't you panicking?"

Half of his body was lying on his body, he didn't believe that Fang Sui could still sleep soundly.

Incomprehensible style!

Fang Sui hummed in his heart, and then opened his eyes pretending to be in a daze, his voice was still hoarse when he just woke up: "Uncle~ Morning~"

"Morning." Lou Shechuan chuckled, and pushed him off his body, "It's still early, you should go to sleep again."

"I'm not going to sleep anymore." Fang Sui said, he went to touch Lou Shichuan's hand again, and added, "I can't sleep."

Lou Shechuan turned on the small bedside lamp, and the warm yellow light illuminated the corner of the bedside, Lou Shechuan checked the time, it was almost six o'clock.

He smiled, as if remembering something.

"Since you can't fall asleep, then get up." He turned his head and saw Fang Suizheng looking at him with open eyes, "What's wrong?"

Fang Sui pointed at her fingers: "If you wake up, shouldn't you have a good morning kiss?"

Lou Shechuan looked at him, wondering what he was thinking, after a while, he lowered his head and lightly touched Fang Sui's forehead.

Soft and warm.

Luoyang is a city full of history.

Every stone and every inch of land on the foot seems to carry ancient legends.

But those legends have been left behind in distant memories as time goes by.

And the new person no longer remembers the old memories.

Whether it is passed on orally, written in books, or engraved in stones, those stories are the legacy of the ancestors, the inheritance of civilization, and the pride in the blood.

But not their lives.

They sang these stories, but they couldn't stop more and more history from dying in the long torrent of time.

One day, all the past will have to be faced, distorted, guessed, and finally forgotten.

Fang Sui was lying on the fence of the Longmen Bridge, watching the water of the Yi River rolling away under the bridge, and there was a rare moment of silence.

They just visited Luoyang's business card - the magnificent Longmen Grottoes.

The mountain was used as a wall, and thousands of Buddhist caves were carved directly on the mountain.

This is the representative of the national strength of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, and it is the most glorious page in Chinese history.

However, countless Buddha statues with their heads cut off, mottled walls, and broken torsos also show that this place has been invaded and ravaged.

Even Western Buddhist saints cannot keep eternal peace.

But at this time, Fang Sui is obviously not concerned about the country and the people.

Looking at the rolling river, he suddenly yawned: "Sure enough, I didn't sleep well."

I'm a little sleepy.

Lou Shechuan stood on one side, looking into the distance.

During the journey just now, he showed no interest in the entire Buddhist Cave.

In all conscience, the tour guide they hired was actually very good. After all, they were gold-medal tour guides hired at high prices.

A lot of self-guided tours followed secretly and listened.

But Lou Shechuan showed a very casual look from the beginning to the end, and never even asked questions.

Some of the tourists who were listening could not help but ask questions.

The tour guide has a good temper, and he didn't ignore the person who asked the question because he was just listening. On the contrary, he was a little frustrated because of the excessive indifference of his customers. The curiosity of the tourists satisfied his desire to explain.

"Uncle Lou, are you not interested in these historical stories?" Fang Sui was also a little bored when he saw that Lou Shechuan didn't say a word from the beginning to the end.

He chose the itinerary, but at present, Lou Shechuan doesn't seem to like it.

"No." Lou Shichuan's answer was very simple.

The tour guide is still explaining to others, but he has already walked forward.

Fang followed.

Seeing this, the tour guide had no choice but to hurriedly end his answer and continue to follow.

There are many famous Buddha caves in Longmen Grottoes, and all of them have fascinating legends.

Especially the world-famous Fengxian Temple is full of people, which is also the story that the tour guides like to tell.

Wu Zetian, the only empress in Chinese history, donated a year's worth of cosmetic money to build the Lushana Buddha, which is plump and plump, gentle and serene, and seems to have a pair of eyes that can save all living beings.

Legend has it that it was sculpted according to the appearance of Wu Zetian, who was still a queen at that time.

It represents the latent ambition of the queen before ascending the throne.

This story that often arouses the exclamation of tourists still cannot attract half of Lou Shichuan's attention.

The tour guide couldn't help complaining in his heart. The rich people don't like to listen to historical stories anymore. Their check-in tours are simply an insult to cultural relics.

Instead, after visiting the Buddhist caves on the cliffs on both sides, the tour guide took the two of them down the mountain to prepare for the return trip.

Lou Shechuan suddenly turned a corner and stopped at the corner of a mountain wall.

Fang Sui looked over and saw a small cave about [-] centimeters square on the mountain wall a little away from the Buddhist caves.

There was nothing in the cave except piles of dust.

Lou Shechuan asked him the only question along the way: "Does this grotto have a story?"