He Rijun coming again

"Ah Wen?" Feng Qingzhu thought he had cut his hand, and rushed over, "Where is the injury?"

While speaking, he pulled Luo Zhiwen's hand to look through it.

Ten fingers were slender, Feng Qingzhu looked at them, and his fingers slipped into the gaps between them.

"You..." Luo Zhiwen came back to his senses, and shook his hands angrily and amusingly.

Did not shake off.

Feng Qingzhu took him into his arms: "Ah Wen, tell me, what were you thinking when you wrote those songs?"

"You really want to know?" Luo Zhiwen bit his lower lip.

What to say?

Said he had bizarre dreams.

Did he remember Feng Qingzhu's face as long as he could remember?

He said, would Feng Qingzhu believe it?

Luo Zhiwen thought of what Feng Qingzhu had said about the past and present, and thought with a wry smile, then they are really a strange couple, they all have broken memories of past lives.

"Ah Wen?" Seeing that he hadn't spoken for a long time, Feng Qingzhu raised his heart in his throat, "You...are you..."

"I dreamed about it." Luo Zhiwen said.

Feng Qingzhu froze when he heard this.

"Fire, a big fire." He said it calmly, all the panic in the dream had faded away, only sighs filled his heart, "Surrounding me and... and who?"

The false and real scene in the dream gradually faded away.

Luo Zhiwen vaguely remembered that there was a coffin in the dream, but for some reason, he just couldn't say it.

Luo Zhiwen raised his head, seeing Shang Feng Qingzhu's scorching gaze, his heart suddenly ached.

The pain was so great that he curled up in Feng Qingzhu's arms moaning, unable to hear the man's urgent calls.

Broken pictures flooded into my mind again.

He knelt in the ancestral hall.

Strings of cold rain hang from the eaves behind.

Someone said: "How can I raise a son like you?"

Someone else said: "If the uncle of the Feng family wants you, he has to carry the dowry, and wants you in a fair way!"

Some people even said: "Do you know what stealing is? Stealing is worse than concubine!"

"I don't care, he'll come get me," he said.

The muffled thunder rolled across the sky.

Luo Zhiwen had tears streaming down his face at some point, with both hands supporting Feng Qingzhu's chest, he murmured in a low voice: "You didn't come, you didn't come...why didn't you come back!"

"Ah Wen?" Feng Qingzhu was terrified, "Did you remember something?"

Hearing this, Luo Zhi raised his head, stared fixedly at the man in front of him, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and another line of tears fell.

"Awen?"

Luo Zhiwen, as if he had never heard of it, covered his head, thinking of more things.

White silk was hung all over the closed house, and he sat in the bedroom, looking far away, and could still see the paper money flying in the sky.

The fiery red wedding dress was slumped on the table, and the phoenix on it was embroidered by him stitch by stitch.

I used to be careful with needles, but now weep blood with needles.

He raised his pale arms, picked up the fiery red wedding dress, and draped it over his shoulders.

His fiery figure was reflected in the mirror.

"One bow to heaven and earth, two bows to high hall...Where can you tell me to find your husband and wife to worship each other?"

Luo Zhiwen pushed Feng Qingzhu away again, and stumbled into the bedroom.

Feng Qingzhu followed him closely, pulled out Luo Zhiwen who was about to get under the quilt, and hugged his waist tightly: "Ah Wen, Ah Wen, look at me."

"You...let go!"

"Ah Wen!"

Ah Wen, Ah Wen... Ah Wen.

In the blink of an eye, another voice passed through the long river of time, crossed the water of the river of forgetfulness, and rang in his ears.

Luo Zhiwen stared blankly at Feng Qingzhu, broken tears kept falling from his eyelashes.

The deafening artillery fire, the howling north wind, and the distant song of the tomb guards.

All sounds wrap them.

"It's you?" Luo Zhiwen trembled.

"It's me." Feng Qingzhu cupped his face.

Luo Zhiwen lowered his eyes abruptly, and burst into tears.

In fact, he couldn't tell what he was sad about.

From "his" perspective, he saw a broken history.

But it was like being there, and it hurt my heart.

"Ah Wen." Feng Qingzhu kissed away the tears from the corners of Luo Zhiwen's eyes distressedly, "Sorry, I'm late."

He pushed Feng Qingzhu away, with unspeakable resentment churning in his heart: "Are you late?"

You are missing out.

Missed two lifetimes.

Feng Qingzhu pulled Luo Zhiwen's tear-stained hands with a wry smile: "Ah Wen, I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... Brother Feng, what else can you say besides this sentence?"

Feng Qingzhu was dumbfounded.

"Brother Feng, I'm so tired." Seeing this, Luo Zhiwen slumped against the head of the bed, "Can you let me go?"

Whether memory or reality.

He didn't even bother to think about it.

He was tired, too tired to love.

The side of the bed sank, Luo Zhiwen heard Feng Qingzhu crawling to his side.

The man's body was very warm, not too much, not too little, just enough to warm his hands and feet.

Luo Zhiwen found sadly that Feng Qingzhu was the one he wanted most in his heart no matter how much he rejected him.

It doesn't matter if they are indifferent or ruthless, even if their attitude changes later, it doesn't matter if they are nonsense.

Everything he wanted.

He loves Feng Qingzhu's advantages, but also loves Feng Qingzhu's shortcomings

He hated this instinct of love.

Luo Zhiwen turned his head bitterly, and looked at Feng Qingzhu for a moment, their eyes intertwined.

All the love and hate are twisted together.

Then for a split second, they lunged at each other at the same time, their lips colliding.

Luo Zhiwen tasted the smell of blood, Feng Qingzhu pressed the back of his neck tightly, he couldn't even cry out in pain, he could only bite back as if venting his anger.

There was a faint smile in Feng Qingzhu's bloodshot eyes.

His nose suddenly became sour, and tears came down again.

--haven't seen you for a long time.

Brother Feng, long time no see.

The author has something to say:

happy new year