If you wear it fast, you will return the scum

Yan Zizhan thought he was going to drink in some restaurant when he said drinking, but he didn't expect that he led him directly to Zhangfu.

The last time Yan Zizhan set foot here was when he held an engagement banquet.So much time has passed in an instant.

He seemed a little cramped, and he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

Zhang Lingyu looked like he wanted to entertain him well, and even asked someone to bring wine out of the wine cellar.

Yan Zizhan didn't drink much, so he followed Zhang Lingyu here in a daze, and he came back to his senses when he saw him pouring wine for himself.

He was sitting opposite Zhang Lingyu, compared with this man, he looked so shabby and humble, dusty, out of place in this magnificent Western-style living room.

After Zhang Lingyu brought him in, he didn't deliberately talk to him, but just waited for him to get used to it.

Seeing that he was holding the glass of wine and wanted to drink it, Zhang Lingyu simply poured himself a glass and drank it first.

Alcohol is a wonderful thing, not only to relax yourself, but also to relax others.Anyone facing a drunk person will lose a lot of wariness.

If he did this in the past, maybe he would have to worry about whether it would arouse this person's sadness.

But it has been a few years since that incident, and he is betting on time. If time wears away the traces in his heart, then his actions will not arouse Yan Zizhan's resentment.

Yanzi looked at Zhang Lingyu drinking one glass after another, and imitated him, bringing the wine glass to his mouth, and took a sip.

The wine is spicy and burns from the tip of the tongue all the way to the throat.

He has always been unaccustomed to drinking this kind of food that is mellow but has a bitter taste.

But what made him even more unaccustomed was Zhang Lingyu's attitude towards him.

After the war started, he rarely saw the young general again.Although he has always known that this person is doing his best to protect the city and the people in the city.

In the past, Zhang Lingyu was the object of his secret admiration, but later that admiration turned into fear. After not seeing him for so long, the fear gradually dissipated and turned into awe.

One is a general who strategizes, and the other is an actor who is despised by the world.This huge difference in status has prevented him from having delusions.Now when he looks at Zhang Lingyu again, there is no longer that kind of love that cannot be hidden in his eyes, as plain as water.

Zhang Lingyu drank for a while, the alcohol vapor evaporated in his body, and then spit out from his mouth and nose.

Yan Zizhan saw that he was drinking alone, and felt that he should go.

Zhang Lingyu pretended to be drunk and looked at him quietly.

Yan Zizhan without makeup has fair skin and no beard, as if he was born with it.

But as soon as he left his seat, Zhang Lingyu dragged him back.

Yan Zizhan staggered and fell into his arms.

A drunken kiss landed on his lips.

Yan Zizhan's eyes widened, and the man's tongue swept in during the gap.

There seemed to be fireworks blooming in his head, and he seemed to have drunk something that would make people limp.He didn't even care about the occasion and the place, and there was only one thought in his heart:

Zhang Lingyu was kissing him.

The blood rushed to his celestial cap, and before it knocked him out of his head, it suddenly cooled down again.

Yan Zizhan thought to himself, he must be drunk, and he thought of himself as someone else, that's why he did this.

In fact, Zhang Lingyu was sober, he clearly knew what he was doing, but obviously Yan Zizhan didn't accept his love.

The man opened his mouth stupidly like a wooden fish and didn't respond at all, so he felt a little bored.

As soon as he let go, Yan Zizhan slipped out of his arms like a fish.

Zhang Lingyu propped his head up to look at him, seeing his pretty face flushed slightly, with water marks on his lips, the feeling of unintentional charm but full of charm made his heart itch again.

"General, you're drunk, I'm leaving first. There's still something to do in the troupe..." Before he finished speaking, he felt a strong force coming, and then he lay down on Zhang Lingyu's lap.

Yan Zizhan hadn't seen him for a long time, and he didn't know why he had changed his gender.

Just wondering, the warlord had already pulled off the zipper on his own, and pushed his head over.

Zhang Lingyu has never married a wife since his fiancée died.He also refused to go to those places of smoke and willows, counting carefully, the last time he had contact with people was the time when he and Yan Zizhan were in the restaurant.

The wine aroused his memories, and those memories were definitely not good for Yan Zizhan, but every time Zhang Lingyu thought about them, he would always be drawn to his thoughts by the delicate white skin.

So he pretended to be drunk and wanted to try again.

Let's find out whether he has nostalgia for Yan Zizhan's body, or whether he has a desire to possess this person.

Yan Zizhan supported his knee, almost in a half-kneeling position, and his face was almost level with it.

His cheeks burned slightly, but it was not shame, but humiliation.

He always thought that Zhang Lingyu no longer underestimated him, but he didn't expect him to insult himself in this way.

When his eyelids drooped, his nose felt a little sour.

Zhang Lingyu didn't notice anything strange about him, he just continued to push his head down with some stubbornness, and said, "Be obedient".

Because some matters need to be handled by Zhang Lingyu himself, Qi Yue left his post and came to look for him in the hall.

But just as he was about to knock on the door, it opened.

A man rushed out from inside, covered his mouth and ran away.

If it wasn't for the lack of blood on his body, Qi Yue might have thought that he was here to assassinate.He walked in and saw Zhang Lingyu sitting on a chair, arranging his clothes.

"General... just now that was..." Qi Yue had just finished speaking when he smelled a certain smell in the air.His face changed, and he understood everything in an instant, and he understood everything.

Zhang Lingyu seemed to be in a good mood. He was not angry when he came in without notification, but just said to him, "You go out first, I will call you later."

Qi Yue groaned, walked outside the door and waited.

He thought about it carefully, thinking about the figure he had just glimpsed in a hurry, and remembered his identity.

Isn't that the actor Yan Zizhan in the theatrical troupe, the one who often comes to donate money.

Qi Yue was startled to realize that he had discovered some great secret, and immediately stood at attention, fearing that General Zhang inside would kill him because he knew too much.

When Zhang Lingyu was cleaning up the mess, he remembered Yan Zizhan just now, and suddenly laughed silently.

He really understood that he was the one who wanted his body and wanted him.

He didn't pay much attention to it before, but since he was rescued from Xu Guanjie that time, he seemed to have a sudden understanding, and felt the indistinguishable but extremely confusing aura about Yan Zizhan.

So although he hadn't had much contact with Yan Zizhan in the past few years, he still sent people to follow him and inform him of his situation.

He knew that Yan Zizhan had neither a man nor a woman by his side in the past few years.

He couldn't figure out Yan Zizhan's preferences, but guessed that he should have some feelings for him.He has seen countless handsome men and beautiful women, he has no interest in other men, and he can't feel any love for those vulgar fans who are used to seeing them.

But as soon as this Yan Zizhan appeared, he had to compensate him with a gesture of guilt for doing something wrong.

He couldn't see this little actor at first, but he felt ashamed in his heart, so he could only bend his noble waist, try to put down his figure, and try to look him at the same level.

Then he saw the little actor's heart, which was not much different from others.

He was unwilling to understand before, treating him as nothing.Now he wants to get close, only to find that he is so interesting.

[System prompt: The strategy target Zhang Lingyu has a love value of +5, a degree of regret of +5, a current love value of 83, and a degree of regret of 65. 】

"Oh, can I swear dirty words?" Wen Fei returned to his original nature after returning to the troupe, he said to Mao Qiu like this.

Mao Qiu's dog leg played the role of King Zhou You at the right time, and said to him: "Master host, please scold me, as long as you are happy."

Wen Fei cursed a lot, only to realize that he forgot to do something.So he ran to the patio to scoop up water and rinsed his mouth.

He kept poohing, pooh-poohing, and said harsh words: "The surname is Zhang, this is a big knot."

Seeing the impassionedness of his host, Maoqiu thought that he was about to rush to the general's mansion with a gun to kill Zhang Lingyu. Although he knew the timing was wrong, he really wanted to call crazily with a light stick.

Wen Fei stretched out her hand to hold down the restless hairball, saw through his mind at a glance, and ruthlessly rejected his guess: "Sorry, I just want to treat him in the same way."

In an instant, Mao Qiu's mind filled up the picture. He was a little petrified. Thinking of the difficulty of "tit for tat", it is probably more difficult than killing Zhang Lingyu.

After Wen Fei babbled, he felt relieved.

As soon as Mao Qiu turned his head, he saw that he had become Yan Zizhan again, leaning on the door to relieve his sorrows, and he was close to sticking a sentence on his forehead "I was insulted by Zhang Lingyu and I am going to hang myself on the beam".

For Yu Yanzizhan, what happened today was like a nightmare.

In fact, he dreaded such a thing.

Before that time in the restaurant, he had never touched anyone.

But when Zhang Lingyu came, he started it in such a cruel way.

Then there are the few people who entered by mistake...

These two incidents are not good memories for him.

During the period of recuperation, he often woke up from nightmares, sat on the bed, and stretched out his arms to hug himself tightly.He endured the pain alone, letting the scars in his heart heal along with the wounds in his body.

But although the injury healed, the scar remained.

It's not that he forgot, it's just that he doesn't look at it, doesn't care about it, so he won't be afraid.

But Zhang Lingyu's actions brought back those unbearable memories in his mind, including his already silent thoughts about Zhang Lingyu that he shouldn't have.

He told himself that Zhang Lingyu just regarded him as someone else, maybe Song Xiyue, or someone else he wanted to hug, but at the same time he couldn't think of that kiss by himself.

Such a gentle gesture is not like him at all.

However, if he was sober, he certainly wouldn't do that.

He would just force him to kneel down and let him bear all that like a venting vessel.

After all, in his eyes, he was just a low-level actor.He should have known.

But if today's incident was just to insult him, why did he do it.He is obviously no longer approaching, is he going to use this method to force him to hide further?

Today's Zhang Lingyu seems to be intentional or unintentional.

As if deliberately teasing him.

He felt he should stop thinking about it.

Anyway, Zhang Lingyu was drunk today, and when he sobered up, he would probably feel sick because he was approached by this lowly and dirty whore.

Zhang Lingyu didn't have such worries, on the contrary, maybe because he finally got rid of the burden of hatred on his shoulders and figured out his own mind, he was in a good mood.

Although Song Xiyue was not married to him, she was also his fiancée.

Zhang Lingyu had always wanted to kill Li Wenlong before, but now that he finally killed him, he could give Song Xiyue an explanation.

It's not that there are no women around him who want to get close to him, but most of them he doesn't like.

As for Yan Zizhan, although he is a man, he is not as rough as other men, but more feminine.This is not too much, not too little, more will appear artificial, less will be dull.

Not to mention that he had slept with this person.

If Yan Zizhan was a woman, maybe he would even have a child by now.

He is a general, a general, and when his family and country are in trouble, he must be at the forefront.Maybe one day, he died on the battlefield, leaving no one behind him, and there is always a trace of regret in thinking about it.

Now he also has a mentality of "Grand Moxiao drunk on the battlefield, how many people have fought in ancient times", the mountains and rivers are broken, and he is going to die eventually, but he also wants to make his heart feel better before he dies.

He liked the little mummer, he wanted to be with him—if his heart said so, why didn't he do what it told?

There is no difference in status, there is no difference between heaven and earth, they are all flesh and blood before the war, there is no difference.

He thought back and forth like this, and finally he didn't have any worries, so he planned to visit him again when he was free.

That day Yan Zizhan was fetching water from the well to prepare his laundry, when he saw Zhang Lingyu walking towards him.

Yan Zizhan recalled what happened that day, and when he let go of his hand, the barrel fell to his feet.

Water poured out, soaking his shoes.

He bent down hastily, trying to pick up the bucket, but was stopped by a hand on his shoulder.

The man's low voice was mixed with a little tenderness, like a mountain spring, and he said, "I have something to ask you."

Yan Zizhan raised his head to look at him, and met his deep eyes like a pool.

Yan Zizhan's heart trembled, obviously there was no wind here, but his heart was disturbed.

Zhang Lingyu said that he wanted to listen to the opera, and he held an important position, so he didn't have much time to waste.Only this time, he didn't want to see him dancing on the stage, he just wanted to see him dancing in the room.

Without thinking about it, Yan Zizhan put on his make-up, changed into costumes, piled the tables and chairs in the room aside, and sang in that small world.

This scene was only sung for him, Zhang Lingyu felt flattered when he thought of this.

During the transition, Yan Zizhan looked at him secretly through the gap between the flowing clouds.He seemed to have guessed something, but he didn't say anything, he just showed his best side to Zhang Lingyu.

When he stopped, the man got up and walked towards him.

The oil lamp in the house casts two hazy shadows, which are reflected on the yellowed window paper.

The two shadows approached slowly, and finally merged into one.