Old attack, the virus is hot

Breeze Hall.

The man in Tsing Yi was meditating on the scroll, and a little boy ran over with a broken paper kite, smiling, "My lord, look at the one flying over from the next door, there are words written on it."

After hearing this, the man's expression changed slightly, his brows frowned, and he said, "Take it to me and have a look."

The little boy handed over the paper kite, and the man threw it aside when he saw the first two lines of poetry, and said, "Take it as firewood for the old lady in the kitchen."

The kite in the little boy's room looks pretty good, and he was a little bit reluctant, "Master, this paper kite is so unique, it would be a pity to burn it, but when it's online, I can still let the little slave play in the yard."

The man was slightly annoyed: "Every girl wants something, what are you going to do?"

The little boy pouted and walked towards the kitchen with the paper kite in his hands. Not long after, someone came down from the wall and said, "Yiran, how is my poem?"

The person called Yiran put the book in front of his face, and didn't look at him, the person laughed twice, and the man said in a muffled voice, "I don't know what to do."

The little boy came back from the kitchen with a bitter face, saw the people in the room and said, "Young Master Huan, did you climb over the wall again?"

Chang Zhihuan coughed lightly, Ye Yiran defended him like a thief, could he not climb over the wall?

Ye Yiran still ignored him, reading with his head down, Chang Zhihuan ordered a cup of tea, patted the handle of his fan on the table twice, and sighed, "Hey, Yiran, why don't you take a look at me?"

The little boy smiled: "Mr. Huan, you have been running to my son's place twice in the past three days. If you don't know, you think that there is a sweetheart for you in Qingfengtang."

"This is Master You's sweetheart, here, isn't he right in front of Master!" Chang Zhiheng blew slowly into the teacup, "I really wholeheartedly care about your son."

"Hey~Master, you have said this a thousand times or hundreds of times. My son just ignores you, and you are not ashamed." Xiaotong listened to Chang Zhiheng and Ye Yiran's confession since he was a child. He was joking and not serious.

"Ask your son what you mean. I've said it so many times, but he just ignores me. I'm also very puzzled." Chang Zhiheng took a sip of tea, his expression froze, the tea was cold , unfortunately, he even played for a long time.

The reader was finally willing to take a look at him, and said, "There's the broom."

"Yes, I understand what you mean." Chang Zhiheng opened the fan, shook his robe, and asked again unwillingly, "Yiran, you really don't mean that to me?"

"no!"

Chang Zhiheng wasn't upset when he got such a straightforward answer, he gave Xiao Tong a wink, and Xiao Tong gave him a way, "I'll just say a word."

Chang Zhiheng walked up to him and said softly, "Then you begged me for you before."

This annoyed people, "Qingshan, is there a broom?"

"I'll go by myself!" Chang Zhiheng walked out of Qingfeng Hall with a smile, waving his fan. There was a servant waiting outside the hall. Seeing his young master being dared to come out again, the servant said puzzledly: "Master, you This is going to be chased every day, why are you so happy?"

Chang Zhiheng was still immersed in his own joy, tapped the boy's head with a fan, and said: "He is shy, what do you know?"

The servant didn't understand, so he murmured in a low voice: "Anyone with a discerning eye can tell that Mr. Ye just despises you. You are not shy."

Chang Zhiqian didn't listen to his words, he only knew that Ye Yiran would never be able to escape him in this life, he had chased him for several lifetimes, this time it was him who came to find his lover.

At night, the little boy knocked on the door again, "Young master, the man next door has messaged that his heart hurts."

Ye Yiran blew on the lamp and didn't answer.

The little boy called again: "My lord, this time it really hurts."

Ye Yiran turned over and ignored.

The little boy patted again, seeing that he still didn't seem to come out, he said to the people beside him: "I'm afraid I really won't go this time, you go back and tell your master, the young master has rested."

The servant nodded after hearing this, and said in a low voice: "Your servant, I'm going to invite the doctor, otherwise my father will be tortured to death."

These words seemed to be intended for Ye Yiran to hear. Although it was in a low voice, Ye Yiran listened to it completely, turned over again, and felt very irritable. He knew that the man had a heart disease, but every time He used this to scare him every time, and then did some shameful things.

Xiaotong and Chang's servant had already retired, Ye Yiran couldn't figure out what happened to him, and was afraid that something really happened to him, so he thought: go see him this time, just this time.

He casually put on his coat and coat, took a fire bag, lit a candle, and as soon as he stepped out of the room, the little boy saw him, and the little boy said in a high voice: "Master, are you going to the grandfather's house next door?"

The candlelight flickered, Ye Yiran was thin-skinned, and shyly said: "Get up at night."

The little boy looked at it for a while and was about to come over to hold the lamp, and murmured in a low voice: "Actually, the master next door has a good temper, he is a good person, it's a pity."

Ye Yiran's expression froze, and he asked sharply, "What are you talking about?"

The little boy shook his head, "The master next door is dying. The doctor said he won't make it through the night. Master, master, where are you going? Master, master, wax oil is burning your hands."

The distance between only one wall is thousands of miles to him. Ye Yiran, who has reached the crown, rarely goes to the next house. When he was young, he still played with that man. Before he could reach the crown, the man tricked him into kidnapping him Get it on the bed and eat it thoroughly, even in the private school.

After entering the Chang Mansion, he went straight to Chang Zhiqian's room, the room was brightly lit, the shadow of the man leaning on the bedside and taking the doctor's pulse could be seen from the window, the doctor shook his head and moved away, Ye Yiran panicked and walked quickly into the house.

Seeing him coming, Chang Zhiheng squinted his eyes and smiled cynically, "I thought you wouldn't come to see me today."

Ye Yiran didn't look at him, her voice trembled slightly: "Doctor, what's the matter?"

Chang Zhiheng replied for the doctor: "There is no cure for the disease of lovesickness."

The doctor put the medicine box on his back and said, "It's only been a few days since my mouth got muddy."

Ye Yiran sent the doctor out of the door, closed the door, and the doctor said again: "Chang's family members are short-lived, and he is considered to live a long time, just follow him these few days, lest people leave and stay in the world." a complaint."

The doctor's words were unintentionally a death sentence for Chang Zhiheng, and Ye Yiran seemed to have a hand growing out of his chest, and that hand was grabbing his heart and rubbing it repeatedly.

Ye Yiran looked down at the candle in his hand, the long part suddenly went out, when he opened the door and entered, the man asked for a cup of tea with a pale face.

"Yi Ran, if I leave, will you miss me or not?"

"Don't read."

You are gone, I live very freely, miss you what to do.

But when the chest is taken out, it seems to be suffocating. Is it sad?

"It's fine if you don't read it, and no one will make it difficult for you." Chang Zhiheng blew away the tea leaves and took a sip of the tea, "Go, it's time to rest when it's late at night."

"Chang Zhiheng!" Ye Yiran suddenly raised his voice, Chang Zhiheng shook his hand, looked up at him, the smile faded from his face, and said: "If I keep you, you will also leave, why not Don't say it, so as not to leave a complaint."

Hearing this, Ye Yiran still didn't leave, Chang Zhiheng lifted the corner of the quilt, leaned half his body in, "The flowers in the yard are blooming, if I leave... well, you won't come either."

The voice was bitter, Ye Yiran looked up at him, his throat tightened, "I didn't say I was leaving."

Chang Zhiheng turned over, turned his back to him, and moved his body inward, "It's cold at night, you should go back earlier."

Ye Yiran stared at his back for a while, put down the candle in his hand, Chang Zhiheng counted silently in his heart, and it happened to count to one hundred, Ye Yiran walked to the screen and took off his clothes.

Another hundred, Ye Yiran lay down beside him, Chang Zhiheng suppressed the joy in his heart, and whispered: "You don't have to."

Ye Yiran closed his eyes as if he was dying, and said, "Come on."

Chang Zhiheng propped himself up to look at him, and what imprinted on his eyes was the way his eyes were tightly closed, and the nervous look hadn't faded away, "Be good, I won't be here for long."

Ye Yiran didn't want to answer his words, not because of embarrassment, but because he didn't believe him, Chang Zhiheng touched his brow with his lips, followed the route to his ear, and murmured softly: "Don't cry later. "

There was a wind in the room, which blew out the flickering candlelight. The pillow was entangled with blue silk, and there was warmth under the fingertips. Chang Zhiheng kissed his forehead and coaxed him: "Yi Ran, look at me." ah!"

□□Enjoyment.

"Do you remember my appearance clearly?" The man suddenly opened his eyes, with a smile on his face, clearly awake for a long time.

Chang Zhiheng hooked a strand of blue silk on his fingertips and twirled it around his fingertips. With a solemn face, Ye Yiran asked dryly, annoyed that he had been deceived: "Are you feeling better?"

"It's not much better. I'll let the boy take a look at it for a while. You fall asleep and I'll get you something to eat." Chang Zhiheng's body would have died a long time ago. He controls the data of his body. When he was ill, he would definitely look like he would not survive tomorrow, and that was how he could deceive people time and time again.

This reminded him of the time when he first came to look for him, which was far from what he remembered. It was still the evil doll who caught bugs, knocked on the door with a cloth bag in his hand, and said crisply, "Brother, let's work together!" Go to private school!"

It took him more than ten years to eat his sweetheart. He still remembered the day when the two of them came out of the private school, took two turns, and reached a dark alley, when they heard a woman gasp.

Ye Yiran thought purely, and asked: "What kind of bad guy did that woman meet?"

Chang Zhiheng opened the folding fan, squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "She is alive now, how about it, how about I take you for a try?"

Ye Yiran shook his head, holding the scroll in his hand, Chang Zhiheng lied to him: "It's not too late to go home after a taste of the newly opened restaurant not far ahead."

Ye Yiran wanted to refuse, but Chang Zhiheng persuaded him a few more words, but Chang Zhiheng took him to the watchtower, where he saw several vivid pictures of spring dreams.

After going out, Chang Zhiheng asked him again, "How is it?"

Ye Yiran's face was hot and he was in a hurry to go home, Chang Zhiheng grabbed his hand and laughed softly, "Why are you afraid?"

"Why, it's just weird!"

"Sir, if you don't understand, don't pretend to understand. If you have doubts in your heart, you must figure it out. Today I will teach you to understand. What do you think?" I went to Guolin to ask for it for the first time.

Afterwards, he lied to him to ask for it several times in the private school, and finally, after Ye Yiran couldn't straighten up for a few days, he found a book and found out that he was cheated, so he ignored him again.

His thoughts stretched far away, he couldn't help laughing, he retracted his thoughts and looked at the person who was about to get up, and said: "You lie down, I will come when I go."

Ye Yiran blocked his hand and braced himself to get up, but Chang Zhiheng couldn't hold him back, muttering to the side: "Yiran, do you know why I like you so much?"

"You are full of nonsense, how can I believe you?" Compared with Ye Yiran at this time, the two of them looked more like a terminally ill person.

Chang Zhiheng didn't care whether he listened or not, he said to himself: "You at that time..."

I don't know the heights of the world, just say "Follow me, I'll drink your blood." Anyone who sees through the identity of a vampire will die under the fangs of a vampire, but you don't know when you put your hand near my mouth , I made up my mind to bite you to death.

In that space, in order to prevent being discovered by humans, vampires will abandon children when they are very young, just like the description in the law of the jungle, the fittest survive and the unfit are eliminated.

Just when I was about to be eliminated, you appeared.

"What nonsense are you talking about again?" How could MW, whose memory has been wiped out, remember this, only knowing that he is Ye Yiran, the son of Qingfengtang.

But that's okay, we can reopen it.

People say that the ancestors of the Chang family accumulated virtues, and the master of the Chang family borrowed his life from Lord Yan several times intermittently, and some people said that he was blessed by Mr. Ye from the next door. You see, Mr. Ye was admitted to the first prize, right? That is very happy.

Chang Zhiheng sat in the tea room and listened to the discussions downstairs, opened the folding fan and said to the boy beside him: "Go, go and tell Ye Zhuangyuan that the master next door is about to die again, and he is panting in the tea room in front."

The boy coughed out the melon seeds with two "Bah bah" sounds, "Master, can you change your trick, it's all rotten."

Chang Zhiheng took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, and the boy cast a glance, "Master, you have a heart disease, not a lung disease, why are you still bleeding?"

"What do you know, without some blood, the number one scholar will not feel real pain."

"Master, you are not afraid that one day something will happen and Ye Zhuangyuan knows that Master is lying to him?" The servant gave his master a disgusted look.

"What do you know? He already knew that I was lying to him, go, open the window a little, and wait for the champion to come, so we can chat there for a while."

The boy patted the crumbs off his hands, went to open the window, walked to the door and said, "Grandpa, according to your words, what if the number one scholar doesn't come?"

Chang Zhiheng waved his hand and said, "He will come."

Sure enough, not long after, the door was pushed open. Before Chang Zhiheng was ready, the handkerchief fell to the ground, and the melon seeds were still in his mouth, quite embarrassed, "Well, Yiran, that's what I coughed just now... "

Ye Yiran's face was gloomy, and he said: "Chang Zhiheng, don't keep bluffing me with these words, maybe one day I won't believe it, and you won't be here."

Chang Zhiheng froze, walked up to him, rested his chin on his shoulder, and held his hand, "Yoran, don't worry, I will never leave first."

After a while, I heard him say "OK".

Within a few months, I heard the human voice again, and I said yes, the head of the Chang family was lucky to be next door, and he went to work elsewhere as the number one scholar, and the master of the Chang family packed up and followed.

Many years later, Chang Zhiheng held Ye Yiran's hand and watched him die under his nose.

The Lord God asked him if he wanted to collect his data and store it in an immortal body, and he said, "That's good. I'll chase him through several lifetimes, never tire."

The author has something to say: Friends who are caught driving are caught and I am blinded. There is no way, I am counseled, what do you think should I do? ? ?

And... the end of the show! ! !

Thank you for accompanying me all the way to see this. Well, this is my first novel. Many places are not well written. I also thank you for your tolerance all the time. It is you who have supported me until now.

I don't know if this is hasty, but I think MW must flee, Gong always dies suddenly, according to his character, he will not sit still.

Well, thank you for your company, ok Luo, the exam is coming soon, I wish you full marks in each class.