【Xiyao】Fake prudence

His demeanor and cheekiness couldn't hold back Mr. Lan's intention to make waves.

Clouds are inherently impermanent, sometimes drifting peacefully, sometimes raining rain, sometimes lightning and thunder, shaking the world, let those ordinary people who enjoy the nourishment of rain and dew know that the weather is not what they should, only then can they remember to let go of the delicious food and wine that they have kept privately. The year sacrifices to Yunzhongjun.

Lan Xichen pondered and pondered all kinds of things, but he couldn't understand why Jin Guangyao was obedient to everything he asked for, but Jin Guangyao still kept his back on him and made peace with others, and would abandon him whenever there was a turmoil, even the meaningless nostalgia Didn't show the slightest bit.

Lan Xichen is an extreme perfectionist, he can't accept such a sloppy ending, and he can't bear to put in [-] points, Jin Guangyao is only willing to give [-] points.

This is not fair.

Is what he gave not enough?Or is he not perfect, or has flaws that Jin Guangyao can't accept?

Lan Xichen couldn't understand it.

At this moment, he was enlightened and enlightened.

The problem is not that he is not good enough to Jin Guangyao, but that he is too good to Jin Guangyao.

Just because it was so good that it took no effort at all, that evil person would push forward, squander his rain and dew recklessly, test his patience, humiliate his self-esteem, and finally bite back and take Joe with him.

How can it be taken for granted that he treats him well?

Dark clouds gather to cover the day, the moisture in the mountains rises, the light in the cold room suddenly dims, there is a thunder outside the window, the wind is strong, the bamboo branches are whirling, the bamboo leaves are swaying, and whirling.

Lan Xichen felt a dull pain in the back of his left ear, as if he heard that evil barrier teasing him wantonly not far away, he touched the tooth marks behind his ear, his jade face was as gloomy as Shura, and he said word by word: "Go soon!" ?”

The tone was very calm, yet inexplicably harsher than thunder.

Lan Ping almost crawled out of the cold room.

Lan Xichen tidied up the tea utensils scattered all over the floor, arranged them neatly, brewed a new pot of tea, and tidied up his appearance. After making sure that he had passed Lan Wangji, he quietly waited by the window.

Tapping the red sandalwood table with his fingers, the rhythmic "Du Du" sound swirls and circles, the window sills flutter, and the autumn rain drips, Lan Xichen is full of resentment, and waits for Jin Guangyao to come, and he will put his resentment away All his brains fell on Jin Guangyao's head.

Waiting and waiting, waiting from noon until the cold room became pitch black, and three pots of tea were boiled dry, but the person who was thinking about it day and night did not come.

——Believe it or not, second brother, you can't do anything about it.

Jin Guangyao's light and ethereal words pierced through his ears like a devil's voice, and Lan Xichen felt cold all over, and he shuddered.

Jin Guangyao used to always say that the cold room was cold, but Lan Xichen never felt it, and now he finally realized that the cold room was indeed cold, it was so cold that it pierced his bones and pierced his heart.

How pitiful.

So what about Mr. Zewu, and what about the first son?As far as that evil is concerned, since he has become an abandoned child, he is no longer worth pleasing.

Facing the blue curtains floating all over the room, Lan Xichen's expression became more and more gloomy, and his neat white teeth almost turned into sharp teeth.How much he wanted to rush out the window, bite to death, chew up, swallow that wicked evildoer who was so unlucky and forgot to enshrine the gods, and trap his soul in his body, so that he would never be reborn forever!

Resentment and hatred will meet, love will part, and you can't ask for it.

The toxins of the seven emotions and six desires invaded the whole body in an instant, Lan Xichen sat alone in the gloomy snow cave, a deep gully opened between his eyebrows.The benevolent Avalokitesvara was finally forced to fall into the magic barrier and turned into the wheel-running king in the eighteen hells.

Sometimes blackening does not require the stimulation of great joy and sorrow, but only a small breakdown point, such as a missed appointment.

This is the so-called straw that broke the camel's back.

Lan Xichen got up in his clothes, stepped out of the cold room, didn't bother to hold up an umbrella, and went straight to Jin Guangyao's residence in the rain, as if he was asking Bai Wuchang for his life.

He wants to judge that evil obstacle at night and send that evil obstacle to him.

If Jin Guangyao never repents and resists stubbornly, Lan Xichen will send Jin Guangyao out of Yunshen, to the back kitchen of Fuxi Restaurant, and let Jin Guangyao be his accountant again. He was beaten until he cried, he was beaten until he knelt down and begged for mercy, and he was beaten until the actor's professional ethics came back, and he put on a perfunctory smile to please him.

The moon flying high in the sky also seemed to descend outside the hut, Lan Xichen didn't give himself a chance to hesitate and cowardly, stepped on the green leek seedlings with his spotless white boots, climbed over the fence like that apprentice, and then kicked the green leek seedlings away. At the door of the room, he shouted: "Sinister! You don't know what is good or bad! Believe it or not, where did I tell you to come from and where to go back—"

Before he finished speaking, Lan Xichen felt strange.

The small room was dark, damp and musty, but there was no one there.

The anger that was so easily accumulated filled the void.

Jin Guangyao was gone.

The panic instantly overwhelmed the anger.

He pointed with two fingers, and the oil lamp on the square table turned on. Looking around, he saw only his shadow on the wall covered with mold, alone.

Lan Xichen lost his mind, and even called out "Ayao" a few times, but the room was still silent, the tables, cabinets, and beds watched his jokes silently.

He opened the closet, rummaged through the pitifully few clothes, lifted off the red embroidered quilt, and looked under the table under the bed, but Jin Guangyao was still nowhere to be seen. A basin of cold water was poured over his head, causing Lan Xichen to panic.

He also said that he was going to send a plan, and he was flustered even when he was not in front of him.

That evil obstacle is really his nemesis.

Jin Guangyao, who ran away from home, was found under the back window of the cold room. It was already dark at that time. Jin Guangyao was sitting on a big bluestone, leaning against the wall and sleeping soundly. His whole body was soaked and unconscious.

He got a message from Lan Ping, and after dawdling for a long time, he still set off to find Lan Xichen.

This is the reason why a filial son is a filial son. Compared with his old lady, the personal grievances and grievances with prudence are not worth mentioning.

Passing through the bamboo forest, the road was unimpeded, and when I came back to my senses, I was already under the wall of the cold room.

There is no barrier between the cold room and the cell.

That's not only a prudence, but also a lack of understanding, and he has no defense against snakes and scorpions.

If he sneaked into the cold room with a kitchen knife while the night was dark and the wind was high, would his prudence guarantee that he would be unscathed?

What made Jin Guangyao feel sad was that he didn't even have the slightest thought of killing that wicked man.

snort!

Naturally he wouldn't kill the prudence, if the prudence is gone, who will pay for him to buy sweet-scented osmanthus lotus root flour cake?

However, it is still okay to steal jade and steal fragrance to gain some advantage from him.

He was planning to draw a picture of "Jun Zewu Coming Out of the Bath" on the wall of his cell. How could he let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to accumulate materials.

So Jin Guangyao grabbed the window sill, opened a gap with a golden hairpin, and did the most despicable thing of peeping. Lan Xichen would take a bath every afternoon, and he couldn't be shaken. It wouldn't be too late to go in after he finished his bath.

Recently, Jin Guangyao felt a little baffled and seemed to be unable to control his behavior more and more. Sometimes he would get up in the middle of the night and wander aimlessly in the bamboo forest until the early morning, and sometimes he would suddenly get angry and tear Jinxiu clothes to pieces. .

He thought, he was not far from mad.

But he doesn't care, it feels good, and he can feel prudish, the best of both worlds.

Lan Xichen waited and waited inside, and Jin Guangyao also waited and waited outside, sitting in the poker inside, motionless, not intending to take a bath until dusk, Jin Guangyao stared at the pale silhouette, his eyelids getting heavier and heavier, He just fell asleep like this.

When I woke up, I was already in the cold room, and the indoor lamp was lit, and I thought the long night had not passed yet.

His whole body was cold, except for the iron on his chest floating along the skin, moving from his collarbone to his heart.

Jin Guangyao heard the heavy panting, like a ferocious beast preparing to bite its prey, it made him afraid.

Looking down, the collar is dry, and the edge of the clothes is wrapped with curly moiré and dark flowers, which is very elegant.

It's not his clothes, and the ironing doesn't belong to him.

The collar is half open, a few buttons are undone, and a hand with strong bones is reaching into the collar. The meridians on the back of the hand are raised, like a green dragon turning clouds and rain, how mighty and majestic, full of aggression, if you show it to Nie Mingjue Look, that brat will be petrified.

This is a man's hand, Jin GuangYao recognized this hand.

Realizing that Jin Guangyao had woken up, he froze his hand, his fingers were slightly curled up, and his nails sank into the soft satin-like skin.

An inexplicable sense of sadness rose in Jin Guangyao's heart, his eyes felt hot, his nose felt sore, tears rolled down and wet the pillow towel.

He is being molested.

Jin Guangyao's empty eyes were wide open. He stared at the bed curtains, opened his mouth and sneered: "Mr. Zewu, I know, you are just helping me change my clothes. It's also my fault that I don't know how to praise you. I should close my eyes and wait for you to enjoy it." After waking up after everything, it's best to pretend nothing happened, so that you can be considerate and sensible."

That hand trembled suddenly, as if bitten by a poisonous snake, it withdrew from under Jin Guangyao's clothes like lightning.

Lan Xichen turned his back quickly, avoiding Jin Guangyao's eyes for the first time in his life.

He saw the watery light in Jin Guangyao's eyes, that watery light was the greatest mockery to him.

Jin Guangyao often cried, but this time he cried lightly.

Lan Xichen did not dare to face Jin Guangyao, nor did he dare to face himself.

This despicable villain who tries to take advantage of others is ugly, lowly, and disgusting.

He no longer remembered what was in his mind when he made that move.

He seemed to have lost his soul, that hand was not his hand, and he wanted to unfasten the fastened button, and that eye was not his eye, but he wanted to enjoy the spring on his neck.

His body was not under the control of reason, and all the etiquette, morality, and shame that he had read since childhood were shattered by the thunder, and his image in Jin Guangyao's heart also collapsed.

Lan Xichen was so ashamed and angry that he wanted to die, because he wanted to hang on to the southeast branch.

Jin Guangyao felt it instinctively, his prudence hadn't been serious, his chastity was still there—ridiculous, what kind of chastity is there for a scum like him?

Jin Guangyao himself laughed.

In the shadows of the lights, Lan Xichen shivered and curled up into the posture of a baby in a mother's womb.

Jin Guangyao sat up stiffly, buttoned up his buttons calmly, and stroked Lan Xichen's back: "You need to find a woman, so that you won't be hungry."

Lan Xichen forced himself to stretch his body. Facing Jin Guangyao, he stood up, knelt under the bed, and said with a pale face, "I'm sorry, I was wrong."

Jin Guangyao was stunned, feeling as uncomfortable as when he rolled down the Jinlin Terrace.

Before he could think about it, he quickly rolled off the bed and knelt down, feeling a little better.

He said to Lan Xichen, "Since you're sorry for me, let me go."

Just now, the pitiful prudence heard it, and immediately put on the iron mask, revealing its autocratic nature: "No."

Fortunately, Jin Guangyao didn't have high hopes for this cool man. After this request was denied, he didn't bother, and immediately changed his request: "I want ingot candles, and paper money. Tomorrow is my mother's birthday." death day."

"Yes." Lan Xichen agreed very simply this time, "If you help me change the window screen, I can take you out for a walk, are you willing?"

"Of course I would." Jin Guangyao immediately agreed, but there was no smile on his face.

This man never mentioned the cause and effect of what he did just now, as if he was about to tear up that page, and then he would continue to play the scene of brothers and sisters until Jin Guangyao was tired and bored.

If it is torn off, does it not exist?

Lan Xichen may have amnesia, but Jin Guangyao has a very good memory.

The torn pages of the book have piled up thickly over the years, so Jin Guangyao's heart is cold.

He couldn't help but satirize Lan Xichen: "I'm a man of good family, I won't spend the night outside with you, Meng Lang's man."