my love

Ying Ziliang, who was concentrating on these ancient documents, didn't know that Ying Qiancheng's heart was already in turmoil, and even his heart was silently planning an exquisite and strong cage.

Gold and jade are the cage, and the song is a prisoner, and it is placed in the most beautiful garden in the world. In return, brother, you are only for me to enjoy, play and possess, isn't it great?

Your desire, let me satisfy your body, let me control your eyes, only allow me to hold your heart, only belong to me

If you resist, you can take it by force. If you don't get your heart, you will be very sad, but if you don't get your body, I will go crazy.

Ying Qiancheng looked at the stacks of bookshelves in front of him, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was pleasant and moving, like an angel, but the hostility and madness all over his body could only make people think that this is a demon in angel skin, Facing the prey in the dark, ready to move.

In the dust and smoke of history, people always feel their own insignificance. Ying Ziliang looked at these densely packed biographies of celebrities, just like these celebrities, death turned into a cup of loess, without any discussion. Before the giant wheel of history, we can only Withered and yellow in time.This is very frustrating, but helpless.

Especially when you get the supremacy and status

It is said that only if you give up, you can get something, but they only want to get it.

This is the inferiority of human beings, there is no way to change it, Ying Ziliang almost sighed from the back.

He thought about it again, why he was sighing, he was an old guy who had been writing to death for who knows how many years, and suddenly felt that he was really boring.

It's just that Gu Cheng, who was supposed to be dead, came back to life now, but now it's tricky. He is not completely dark now, but he is also half-blind. This really makes him very upset.

Not only did he not know what was ahead, but even the past was covered up, like a beautiful woman who was still holding a pipa half-hidden.

Ying Qiancheng walked around in the library along with the flow of people, without a goal or direction. As long as he lost his brother, he would be at a loss. You see, this person's influence is so great, he can It doesn't matter if you lose everything, those are not in his eyes.

But no one can be lost, he is his obsession, his heart, his ribs, his Eve, and his life.

Where is his Eve now?Ying Qiancheng thought violently, if he catches you, he will definitely teach you a lesson, without the temptation of the snake, would you still steal the forbidden fruit?

Ying Qiancheng put down the Bible in his hand, then, I will write our Bible, there will be no more snakes, in the Garden of Eden, only you and me, how about it?

Stopping, looking at Ying Ziliang who was concentrating on reading the book, Ying Qiancheng said softly from behind: "Brother." The faint nasal voice with a bit of repressed charm made Ying Ziliang listen a little Dazed.

Ying Ziliang looked at Ying Qiancheng's eyes in embarrassment, it was still dark and he couldn't see any dissatisfaction, but he could feel that the mood swings in Ah Cheng's heart and Ying Qiancheng's introvertedness were the best he could think of. And be more restrained.

As a result, he didn't dare to look Ying Qiancheng directly in the eyes, he covered his face and sighed, well, he was wrong about this matter.

Seeing his brother's repentant and apologetic expression, Ying Qiancheng just smiled: "My brother forgot about Ah Cheng."

Ying Ziliang was taken aback, so he could only rub his hair: "I'm sorry, Ah Cheng, it's my brother's fault, don't be angry, okay?"

Ying Qiancheng has always known Ying Ziliang's temper, an apology is an apology, and he can do whatever he wants, so he just pursed his lips.

Ying Ziliang didn't know how to liven up the atmosphere, so he said dryly, "Well, Ah Cheng, I've been staying in the library for the past few days. If you have anything to do, you can call me. We'll meet up here in a few days."

Ying Qiancheng lowered his eyes, with a smile on his mouth, but there was no smile in his eyes, and even a little gloomy.

"Okay." Ying Qiancheng said softly, his tone was calm, but Ying Ziliang still felt guilty. Did Acheng himself ignore him too much during this time?

Ah Cheng's mind has always been sensitive, but now, he is not easy to answer, Ying Ziliang is distressed and wants to scratch his head.

"So brother wants to stay here to look up information? What about it?" Ying Qiancheng asked casually, but his eyes flickered slightly. He actually knew everything, but he couldn't say anything.

However, he knew his purpose, and it was always clear, wasn't he?

Ying Ziliang didn't want to say more, but said vaguely: "Ah, it's nothing, it's just some historical stuff, you're definitely not interested." He didn't want Ying Qiancheng to know too much, but would Ying Qiancheng not know about all this? ?

Of course he knew, but he just smiled: "Yeah." The obedient and obedient appearance deepened the pity and guilt in Ying Ziliang's heart.

Ying Qiancheng returned to the dormitory alone, usually he didn't feel anything, but it's just that he and his brother have been separated for a long time, and when he left for the first time, he felt a little deserted.

He didn't turn on the light, and walked straight through the living room without touching anything. He came to the room where Ying Ziliang lived, and the room seemed to still smell like the sun on Ying Ziliang's body.

Burying his head in the pillow, his heart was filled with joy and unwillingness.

He sat on the edge of the bed with his pillow in his arms, stretched out his right hand, and saw a ring wrapped around his index finger, which was hard to see in the dark. He turned around and saw a clear image—it was Ying Ziliang .

I saw him sitting on the floor in the library, frowning slightly, holding a brick book that could almost be used as a murder weapon, and reading it. The dim light hit his face, blurring the boundary between light and shadow, calling There was a special flavor on the boy's face.

He felt that he was a little jealous of the book, but now he felt that he had to do something, listening to what his brother said in the morning, he almost couldn't help but fell into his own thoughts, and his eyes wrinkled Tiny wrinkle, these people are always restless, boring and ignorant.

He got up and opened the door, looked at the dark and empty room behind him, and walked out with an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth.