I'm a thousand years older than you

I don't know if Duan Yuming heard what he said, anyway, the man didn't make any more sound, and Wen Zihe didn't say anything, he left him alone and leaned against the short table.

Probably because he was born with such a temper, he seldom expressed his thoughts to anyone, and rarely explained the reasons for his actions.However, Wen Zihe didn't want to explain to Duan Yuming whether he was Duan Yanlin's father or not, but he couldn't explain it.

What do you want him to say?To say that Duan Yuming's father, whom Duan Yuming regards as a god, is a despicable villain. In order to weaken the Yinghui clan's combat power, he used the kept in the dark as a bait, and even intercepted and killed the scouts calling for help?

These words are too like a fairy tale, if Duan Yuming doesn't believe it, there will be a rift between the two of them, if Duan Yuming believes it, Wen Zihe will feel bad too.What's more, times have changed, people who know the truth die, and those who remain silent continue to be silent, and if they want to pursue anything, they will be suspected of having bad intentions.

Wen Zihe didn't think about it, but after weighing one or two, he finally chose to swallow it.Hatred once melted into his bones and blood, supporting him to practice hard in that icy world.Hundreds of years passed, but the surging anger and hatred gradually sank into the bottom of my heart along with the ice and snow.

Even if he stirs up the demon clan into a mess now, he can't bring back the carefree days of his childhood.Since then, his only thoughts were to leave Fengqi Mountain, or wander freely in the world, or find a quiet hilltop to live in seclusion, the farther the better.

It's a pity that before he could find a reason to leave, Ying Hui's remnant soul fled to Xijing.

The wind was blowing outside the window, and the people standing outside seemed to have left.

Wen Zihe took off the white gauze in front of him, saw that the man had left Qudou by the window, walked over and took it into his hands, looked at it thoughtfully for a while, and put it away in his robe.

Then he walked slowly to the door, put on the robe he was wearing, and continued to walk outside.The miasma poison left on his body has not yet disappeared, and he often feels a biting chill, the cold air is generated from the inner organs, although the outer robe can't cover the body to warm the body, at least it can resist the breeze from the outside.

He let his thoughts go blank all the way, and when he recovered, he was already standing outside Lu Yebai's room door.

After standing for a while, he pushed the door lightly to enter the room, and then closed the door carefully, in case Gan Song found out and escorted him back.

For some reason, he didn't want to be alone at this moment, he just wanted to sit here for a while without being disturbed.After experiencing disturbances from external objects, people's hearts are fragile and shaken, and they will involuntarily move closer to the place of peace of mind.

Lu Yebai was lying on the bamboo bed, and some of the previously airtight white gauze was taken out, and at least his face was exposed.His eyes were slightly closed, and there were only a few drooping eyelashes, casting a shadow on his eyelids, making him look haggard.He almost frowned, his lips parted slightly, and from time to time, he let out vague ravings from his clenched teeth, as if he was trying his best to endure the pain in his body.

Wen Zihe put his hand on his forehead, and immediately felt a burst of hotness sweeping from the palm of his hand, mixed with the coolness of his palm itself, but they didn't blend with each other, creating a subtle feeling.

The feeling in his heart at this moment is also very subtle, a little numb and warm, like a thin electric current passing through.In the past thousands of years, he stayed in such a place where the wind and frost were like a knife, and he had never been attached to any warmth, but now the warmth in his palm made him reluctant to let go.

That day, Lu Yebai's eyes were still red, maybe it was because of his awakened demon power and his delirious mind. Compared with the past, he seemed more extreme and persistent, especially when he was extremely sensitive to the word "go", he could hardly even hear it. I can't hear it, as soon as Wen Zihe showed his intention to leave his side, he would be pulled back severely immediately.

Vaguely, Wen Zihe probably knew why Lu Yebai behaved like this.

Perhaps it was because he left without saying goodbye three years ago, leaving a shadow on that person.Looking back now, he couldn't think of the reason for his escape. If he was too surprised, it didn't make sense. If he was disgusted, he never had such an idea.

He has never had this kind of experience with anyone since he was a child. There are only a handful of people who have really come into contact with him. Love is far away from him. , the emotional bluntness and indifference in this respect can be described as outrageous.

At this moment, the details of his recent relationship with Lu Yebai appeared in front of his eyes, the eyes of that person who seemed to be suppressing something as if nothing had happened, the closeness that he had deliberately grasped, the temptations that seemed vague in the words, all broke through at this moment The seals of memory are scrambling to pop up, trying to open his heart to have a look.He naturally hoped to stay with Lu Yebai and protect him, but sometimes he wished to hold him on top of his heart, could this be regarded as liking?

He was so absorbed in himself that he didn't notice the light movement of Lu Yebai's fingertips.

I don't know what result he came up with after tortured his heart. The next second, he stood up, put one hand on Lu Yebai's pillow, and leaned close to Lu Yebai's eyes.The two breathed very close, and he could feel Lu Yebai's breath passing gently over the tip of his nose, like a feather sweeping across his heart.

His heart was beating a little fast, he wasn't used to this feeling, he pulled away in a panic, suddenly, Lu Yebai's face magnified in front of his eyes, before he could react, his cold lips touched a piece of softness.The kiss broke at the touch of a finger, and then Lu Yebai fell back on the bed as if he couldn't hold on anymore.

He was startled, and hastily stretched out his hand to protect Lu Yebai's back, but the man gently grabbed his hand.

Lu Yebai raised his eyes to look at him, and his voice was a little dry with fever: "Why do you play hooligans when people are asleep?"

His eyes were clear, the red at the corners of his eyes had faded, and the red marks on his forehead had also faded a lot. Looking carefully, there seemed to be a satisfied smile in his eyes.

He held Wen Zihe's wrist very lightly this time, probably because of his injury, Wen Zihe could easily break free, but he didn't do so: "You hurt from the fall?"

"It doesn't hurt." When he fell just now, his scar-covered back and the hard bed board met head-on. Lu Yebai was already staring at him, but he stubbornly pulled his hand over, put it on his heart, and closed his eyes. Close your eyes and say, "Sweet."

There was still warmth on Wen Zihe's lips, as if the short kiss just now hadn't faded away, and that little bit of warmth shot into his heart along the gap between his lips, making his face a little red.

"It's a good thing to have physical pain." Lu Yebai said softly, turning his head slightly to look at him, "At least let me know that this is not a dream."

His voice was very weak, and every word he struck on Wen Zihe's heart carried a heavy weight.Wen Zihe clasped his wrist with his backhand, and asked him softly, "Have you ever resented me...and left without saying goodbye?"

Moving forward, he was astonishingly insensitive to feelings. He only knew that it was wrong to be indiscriminate and abandon, but he didn't know that avoiding talking about it was also the greatest disappointment to others. With his ability, Wen Zihe might not be aware of his complaints for the rest of his life.

He left without saying goodbye three years ago, came back three years later without an explanation, and forced Lu Yebai to stay by his side. When he came to his senses, he felt that he was nothing. Then, what would Lu Yebai think? Feel like you're making a fool of him?

"I don't hate it." With a smile on his face, Lu Yebai used what little strength he had left to pull Wen Zihe's hand up to his face, and then narrowed his eyes contentedly.At this moment, he felt that his whole body was clamoring for joy, and if he took a dose of arsenic/cream, he would smile and say, sweet.

Wen Zihe sighed softly, stroked Lu Yebai's wrist with his fingers, and cast all his eyes on the man's face.His heart had been empty for thousands of years, and suddenly someone was stuffed in, which made him at a loss what to do.

Get used to it slowly, he thought helplessly.

"You leaned over just now, I thought I was dreaming." Lu Yebai looked at the ceiling in a daze, exhaled weakly, but still insisted, "I think it's a dream anyway, if you kiss, you'll make money. I didn't expect to fall Go back to bed and wake me up in pain, hiss."

There are wounds all over his body, and the slightest movement will tear him painfully, but he seems to be addicted, and occasionally even moves deliberately, dragging the wounds, and using the pain to confirm the truth.

"Don't move around." Wen Zihe saw his thoughts, and pressed his hands closer to his face, "I just leaned over."

Lu Yebai asked: "What are you doing here?"

Wen Zihe looked into his eyes that couldn't hold back his smile, and knew what answer he wanted to hear. He wanted to make some nonsense, but he followed his words like a ghost, and said truthfully: "Kiss you."

"Excuse me." Lu Yebai said shamelessly, "I didn't hear you clearly, please say it again."

Wen Zihe: "..."

In the past, he always avoided Lu Yebai, but because he couldn't confirm his heart, he couldn't give a hasty answer.Now that he has figured it out, he thinks that his relationship with Lu Yebai is not restrained, but if Lu Yebai is so cheap and even opens his mouth so obediently, he will still have the urge to run away.

Lu Yebai was somewhat reluctant to part with this, but rationally he told himself to be content and stop messing with Wen Zihe. In addition, because he was too aggressive just now, the wound he pulled might open again, and the pain made him almost want to cry out. He had no choice but to close his mouth firmly, enduring the burning pain on his body.At the same time, the sweetness and sweetness of years of delusion come true, sandwiched between these two tastes, it is really a painful but real experience, which is almost unstoppable.

"Does it hurt?" Wen Zihe noticed the slight tremor in Lu Yebai's hand, and couldn't help asking.

Lu Yebai shook his head, but said in his mouth, "It hurts. Why don't you come and lie down with me for a while."

Wen Zihe would probably not agree to this naked/naked/naked hooliganism. Lu Yebai just thought about his mouth addiction, but he didn't expect that person to listen to it, and really climbed onto the bed lightly, and lay down on the inside. She also tucked the corner of the quilt for him, and said, "I'm a little sleepy too, let's sleep together for a while."

This was said in a logical manner, and the tone did not arouse people's daydreams at all, and did not reveal any emotions similar to shyness, as if they were very calm.Lu Yebai tilted his head to look at Wen Zihe, but saw that the man's eyes were open, his expression was tense, his fair face was still slightly flushed, and even his breathing was a little disordered.

Lu Yebai smiled lowly: "Shy?"

Wen Zihe said concisely: "Get lost."

——Then turned inside out, leaving Lu Yebai with a back that turned into anger from embarrassment.

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

one year later

Lu (stops): Does it hurt?

Wen: Hmm...it's okay...well!

(Please feel free to imagine the scene)

The serious-looking author feels complacent about driving a tricycle