A Qi

Ordinary people's homes, simple tea and light food, chatting and laughing, don't have a lot of fun.

When An Rong came back from the outside in a daze, what he saw was Ah Qi talking and laughing with Qiu Guan. On the dining table were three sets of bowls and chopsticks, a plate of leeks, a plate of small fish and pickles, and a jar of wine.

"Ah Qi, I'm back." The voice was very soft.

It was obviously a very common sentence, but when it came out of An Rong's throat, it changed its taste, and it felt a bit like the sea has changed.

When you come back, you can only go back if you have a home, but where is An Rong's home?I'm afraid even he himself doesn't know.

Ah Qi greeted him to come to the table for dinner. Today, he specially prepared wine, and Qiu Guan almost guessed what it was. She picked up a few dishes with chopsticks, held the bowl, and went back to the room to eat.In the main room, on the dining table, there were only two dishes, a jar of wine, and these two men.

Ah Qi filled the bowls for both of them with wine, the wine overflowed from the mouth of the bowl and flowed onto the table, wet a large piece.Ah Qi lifted the bowl, drank it all in one gulp, smashed his tongue, it was full of the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus.

Ah Qi's eyes were drunk and blurred, and now his cheeks were a little red, "I sold it at the old man Zhao's wine shop in front.

An Rong had never seen this kind of Ah Qi before, in a sleepy and drunken state, but complex emotions were revealed in those drooping inverted triangle eyes at this moment, An Rong pursed his lips and remained silent, staring at Ah Qi steadfastly.

An Rong also picked up the bowl, drank it all in one gulp, and there was a faint fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus on his lips.

The confusion in time was absurd, and the two kept silent.

"Ah Qi." Faced with the alcohol smell and solemn atmosphere in the room, An Rong said with difficulty, "Let me go home, okay?" Almost begging, such a low-pitched An Rong, if she let it go, Ah Qi would definitely be reluctant to look at it He does.Ah Qi at that time, even if An Rong frowned a little, he would feel restless for a long time, wishing he could take that trouble for An Rong.

Things are different, and it is the most life-threatening thing in this world.Obviously Jing'er is still the Jing'er of yesterday, but the person is not the person of yesterday.

Ah Qi smiled, raised a face that seemed drunk but not drunk, "Xiao Rong, which home do you want to go back to?"

"Ah Qi, I didn't marry Miss Zhou."

An Rong repeated what he said yesterday, he did not marry Miss Zhou.Probably because the age is getting older and people are getting old. Didn't I mention this just yesterday.

Ah Qi didn't answer An Rong's words, so he poured himself another bowl and drank it all in one gulp. Everyone gets drunk when the wine is not intoxicating. Ah Qi fell down on the table and looked at An Rong sideways. Looking down at him, the meeting of eyes is something that both of them can't bear to mention.

In the summer of the 12th year of Pinghua, that is, more than five years ago, due to the unintentional actions of the maid Chun Rui, Ah Qi walked into the wing room at the end of the corridor on the second floor in a daze, and An Rong stuffed him with some sweet snacks. The whole person has just begun to fall into this love affair with nowhere to go.At that time, Ah Qi liked to squat quietly in the corridor on the second floor with the candles in the safe house extinguished, guarding the self-righteous home.Later, the people in his heart gradually became entangled with him. Even if the entanglement began with resentment and dignity, Ah Qi was still happy. He was grateful and dedicated to "serving" An Rong. Don't care about it, he carefully maintains the chaotic relationship between the two.The later story is the "wrong marriage" in the drama.The fate is all wrong, where to settle down?But now, An Rong said he was going home, Ah Qi thought, maybe this family never existed.

"Xiao Rong, you're still so good-looking when I look at you this way." In the drinking place, what people say may not be important, but they must be sincere words.

"Ah Qi, I know I'm wrong, let me go home, I want to go home." An Rong cried, but suppressed himself and dared not let out a sound, he was afraid that the autumn official in the back room would hear it, and there would be another extremely absurd scene .

"Xiao Rong," Ah Qi straightened his head after speaking, and swept around the main room, "Look at my house, which place can give you a home, you dig that piece of land, and take it away. Let’s take it back to Guangling, do you think it’s okay?” At the end, Ah Qi’s eyes were full of wet red.

An Rong looked embarrassed and looked at Ah Qi with a miserable expression, "Stop talking, Ah Qi, I feel bad..."

"Go back, we'll leave tomorrow."

The last bit of strength was exhausted, An Rong was in a trance, unable to distinguish between illusion and reality, and with his only consciousness, he said, "Okay, I'll go."

At night, Ah Qi sent An Rong to the inn just like last night, the two of them were silent all the way, one on the left and the other on the right.

At the time of parting, An Rong asked Ah Qi to go up with him, Ah Qi had no reason to decline this person's last request, so he followed An Rong to his guest room.

The oil lamp was lit, and there was barely a gleam of light. The guest room was small, with a bed hung with green sand curtains, and a small square table placed squarely in front of the bed, with no other decorations.

"It's even simpler than our home in Qingping Town." As An Rong spoke, his eyes met Ah Qi, this home naturally referred to the thatched cottage, where the two had spent a short time.Time flies so fast, everything seems to have changed in a blink of an eye.

Ah Qi couldn't accept his words, and instead said, "I'm leaving, I'll see you off tomorrow."

"You don't care about your scallion pancake stand anymore." An Rong stared at Ah Qi, trying to see other emotions from his face.

"It's just one day, and it's not bad for this day's money."

……

The night was as cool as water, and two figures were intertwined on the small bed, one up and one down, one was forceful, the other was forced to compromise, the creaking sound of the wooden bed vented the intense emotion of the bed -thing.

When An Rong completely entered Ah Qi, he was like a young boy who had tasted cloud-rain for the first time. At that moment, the sky and the earth were dizzy, and he couldn't help crying, and kept murmuring, "Ah Qi ,sorry……"

sorry for what?Sorry for forcing Ah Qi?Still have to start from the beginning, sorry for throwing him to a distant suburb?

This bed affair was very painful for both of them, An Rong was eager to vent his secret pain, Ah Qi remained motionless like a dead fish.Due to the excess, An Rong's back was bled out of Ah Qi's back. Apart from being a little pale, his complexion was calm, and he just stared at the top of the bed stupidly with his eyes open.

They are entangled again.Debt!These were the only words that could be recognized in Ah Qi's mind when he was still conscious.

An Rong looked down at the person in his arms, his eyes couldn't stop the hot tears, he propped himself up, "placed" Ah Qi'an on the bed safely, and then kissed Ah Qi's with his lips like a fiery teenager Every inch of skin, the tears from the corners of his eyes dripped on Ah Qi's body, and his skin was scorching hot. He had never been so pious before. In front of his wife, An Rong was so inferior that he had nowhere to hide. He could only caress and kiss Ah Qi. , the heart can be at ease.

After finishing all this, An Rong leaned close to Ah Qi's right ear, crying in an extremely choked voice, "Miss, take me home..."

Love is captivating, disturbing, and devours human blood, but such a shit is often the object of chanting by literati and poets.They rejoice over it, worry about it, such a peaceful world, so what about being a good skin, what about being in a high position, it's not just that they only dare to take advantage of people's sleep, so they sneak around like beggars.

Ah Qi woke up in the middle of the night, under the moonlight, met An Rong's deep eyes, Ah Qi didn't beat him or scold him, just broke away from his arms, put on his clothes and was about to leave.

An Rong didn't say a word, she was dressed neatly, and followed closely behind Ah Qi, the distance between the two was only a few feet.In the pitch-black street, the two of them were one in front of the other, far away, and the watchman beat the watch gong, and the sound of "dong dong", one slow and three fast, three times in a row, it seemed that it was already the fourth watch.

After returning home, Ah Qi closed the door, shutting An Rong out, and then leaned against the wooden door alone. Outside the door was An Rong's rapid and fierce knock on the door, which shook the middle of the night and woke him up in his sleep. Qiu Guan.

Hiding behind the door, Qiu Guan heard all this, and saw it in his eyes. After all, it was a trick of good fortune, and the two of them were able to live a good life like this.In her heart, Ah Qi is her elder brother. Three years ago, when Ah Qi told him that An Rong was very kind to him, she was really happy for him.But, is this kindness just to torture people into sick people who are neither human nor ghost?It was only then that she decided to take Ah Qi away. These years, life has been good or bad, at least Ah Qi is healthy.

But now, she has witnessed everything in front of her, and she knows clearly from the bystanders that there is a bad relationship between these two people that no one can penetrate.

The next day, An Rong came to Ah Qi's house again, but unexpectedly, Ah Qi was not at home.After An Rong returned to the inn last night, she had a sleepless night.

"Young Master Ling." The two sat on both sides of the table, facing each other.

"Ah."

"That child doesn't belong to Ah Qi. I was married before. From now on...be nicer to Ah Qi. He has suffered a lot."

An Rong suddenly raised his head, his face was both surprised and happy, his voice began to tremble, "It's not Ah Qi's, it's not his..." He muttered to himself, repeating these words over and over again.

About half an hour later, Ah Qi came back, An Rong was still sitting in front of the table, he had not moved away, he was waiting for Ah Qi, he had a lot of questions to ask this person.

"I bought you something to eat, you bring it." Ah Qi said and grabbed An Rong outside.

An Rong didn't move, Ah Qi shouted, "Let's go!"

"I won't go." I felt a little aggrieved.

"Xiao Rong, what am I? What the hell am I in your eyes!"

Seeing this, Qiu Guan left the house with Ya Zai in his arms. The child may have been frightened and was crying at the moment.

An Rong felt very uncomfortable, he could only look deeply at Ah Qi, but couldn't speak.

"I almost died in that ghost place three years ago, where are you! I was dying of illness, where are you! Oh, yes, you are busy getting married and having children. Zhuangyuan Lang, you are busy getting married Give birth! Ah——" Finally, Ah Qi still uttered the old pain in his heart, and then burst into tears.

An Rong ran forward and hugged Ah Qi tightly, and Ah Qi bit An Rong's shoulder, biting the flesh in his clothes with his teeth, even though the smell of blood leaked from his mouth, Ah Qi did not let go .

Which is more painful, blood or tears?

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Alas, the writing is messy...so sad