The world of mortals is just right

After Jiang Huan ate the noodles and took a nap, he went to the backyard to toss around.

Xuan Chang sorted out his things, and his collection was delivered one after another.The south wing room is made into a study room, which can be placed on the antique shelves and desks.

Jiang Huan folded his arms and leaned against the door to read, mainly books. Besides the books, there were stones such as Shoushan Stone and Qingtian Stone, study rooms and arm rests, jade wares, porcelain wares, and bonsai made of pearl agate crystals.

"Is there anything related to that Shouyang King?"

He was lazily looking for something to pass the time like a well-fed beast.

Xuan Chang looked at his hand, he raised his hand to look at the scale, "Except for this."

Xuan Chang opened a drawer and threw out a stack of rubbings, "If you are interested in King Shouyang, you can read it for yourself."

On one side Xuan Chang tidied up his bookcase, on the other side Jiang Huan glanced at the study room and sat down majestically in front of the desk, leaning back in the Taishi chair with his legs resting on the edge of the desk.

Xuan Chang glanced at him, but didn't say anything about his posture.

The study room is big enough to accommodate several bookcases, antique racks, desks and chairs, and an Arhat bed under the window.They do their own things, and they don't bother each other.

Most of the rubbings are stele rubbings, which originated from the Xuanwang Temple in the Jiangnan area.The one with white characters and black background is called Mo Tuo, and the one with white characters and red background is called Zhu Tuo.

The rubbing method is to wet the paper, cover it on the stone tablet, use a soft mallet to punch the paper into the groove of the characters, and then apply ink or cinnabar evenly, and then peel it off to become a rubbing.

Jiang Huan read it roughly, and looked up some words while holding the phone.

After reading it, he asked, "So his name was dug up by his nephew?"

Xuan Chang sat down on the Arhat bed and saw him holding up several stele rubbings. When the name of King Shouyang was mentioned, only Wei's surname remained, and the names followed by the taboo were cut off without exception.

Xuan Chang smiled, "It is generally accepted that this is the case."

Jiang Huan walked up to him, "Are you supposed to be Premier Zhou answering the reporter's question? I'm asking you, not the general public."

Xuan Chang replied, "Yes."

Jiang Huan sighed, "It's a big project, and my uncle can't leave his name. We can only find out when the tomb of King Shouyang is dug up."

Xuan Chang put down the object in his hand, "What exactly do you want to ask?"

Jiang Huan put his hands on the edge of Luo Han's bed and the small table, and wrapped Xuan Chang in his arms, "Old Liu hinted to me that you dug other people's graves and robbed them of being buried with them. Did you do such immoral things?"

Xuan Chang smiled, "Nothing."

Jiang Huan had already planned in his mind that Jiang Huan wouldn't believe Xuan Chang's out-of-touch behavior when he said he was going to rob the tomb.

At best, he is a seller of stolen goods, and more likely, he is a white glove who helps people launder money by buying and selling cultural relics.

Jiang Huan is a dying person, so you don't need to worry about whether there will be any future troubles with him, as long as you make sure that Xuan Chang's hands are generally clean and have not been bloodied in these businesses.

Jiang Huan got the answer, so he didn't stay in the study any longer and went out for a stroll.

At five o'clock, Xuan Chang heard him calling in the yard, "Hello."

He couldn't call it so casually, Xuan Chang was really called out by him.

It was the setting sun outside, and the last ten minutes before the sun disappeared was dazzling.

Xuan Chang walked to the veranda outside the study and covered his eyes with his hands, while Jiang Huan stood and looked at him.

Spring is at the end of spring, and Beijing is getting warmer. Jiang Huan dares to wear a T-shirt, trousers and slippers, and Xuan Chang also takes off his coat every day.White shirt, black trousers, tall and straight, slightly thin, and the clothes that fit him have a loose effect on him.

He has hugged this person, this body, one thing to say, the conditions are already very good.The waist is slender and the legs are long, and it is not the kind of skinny, thin but loose hand feeling. At Xuan Chang's age, the waist is still tight, and the muscles under the flat skin can be touched when it is tensed.

Some people say that if you die under the peony flower, this life is worth it.But he slept with Xuan Chang, so he didn't want to die.

Jiang Huan didn't speak, Xuan Chang walked up to him with a little connivance, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Huan glanced at the roof, put the ladder out of the backyard on the shelf, and announced, "Tonight, watch the moon with me."

The vernal equinox was the fifteenth day of the lunar calendar, and Jiang Huan didn't even see the full moon at night, so he could only sleep on Xuan Chang.

Thinking of looking at the moon today, the moon is already out of round.

Xuan Chang watched him put on the vinyl record player in the yard, and climbed up to the roof with two bottles of wine. The record player and the wine were brought by the bar.

On the roof, he stretched out his hand to Xuan Chang, who let him climb up and let him pull him to lie down beside him.

The house is not high, the roof has been reinforced, and the music below can be faintly heard.

Jiang Huan handed him the wine, 41% whiskey, and just drank it dry from the bottle.

Xuan Chang didn't touch the bottle that Jiang Huan brought him, and the wine was placed on the tile.

Jiang Huan seemed to need some alcohol to say the next thing.

He pretended to be relaxed and asked Xuan Chang, "Your ex-boyfriend... old friend, old concubine, no matter what he is in your heart... is he dead?"

Those eyes were shining brightly at night, but they insisted on pretending to be drunk eyes.

For the first time, Xuan Chang didn't know how to answer him.

He can cover up the past, make up a story.But on such an unsatisfactory but bright night, Xuan Chang would not make up stories to him.

"It's all in the past," he said.

Jiang Huan let out a "ha" and sat up.Xuan Chang could feel his anger, and the uncontrollable fire was burning.

Xuan Chang looked at him for a while, put his arms around Jiang Huan, and patted him on the back.

Jiang Huan gritted his teeth, and it took a while to calm down.

Xuan Chang's eyes kept looking at him, like sea water on a moonlit night, "Now there is only you."

Jiang Huan grasped his arm tightly, like iron pliers, so tight that Xuan Chang felt a little pain.

How could he not hate, he was not the first to meet Xuan Chang.He will die in a few months, and he won't be the last one. Of course, Xuan Chang can still look down, change bars, and have a one-night stand with the next person.

Xuan Chang will treat the next person the same way he treats him, and just thinking about it hurts like a knife stabbing his heart.

He had never been so jealous of a dead person he didn't know before, because he had never met Xuan Chang before.

In the past, he didn't believe in love at first sight, or that he would die or live for one person.

It was Xuan Chang who looked at the hand held by Jiang Huan first, and Jiang Huan followed his gaze.

He immediately let go of his hand, but he pinched it too hard, the strength of his hand was so strong that he could see it in the moonlight, and Xuan Chang's arm was red.

He was dazed for a moment, except for the violent scenes in the bed, he has never left a mark on any ambiguous object.

No matter which life Jiang Huan was in, he always had this kind of profound facial features, with a rebellious appearance, and his blank expression softened the edges and corners.

He is most tired of forcing in his feelings, and he doesn't know where he has such a strong obsession in a few days.Suspicious, intellectually distrust Xuan Chang, but emotionally, he has already plunged into it, and nine horses can't pull him back.

Xuan Chang was not surprised, he pulled out his hand, embraced Jiang Huan, and stroked his back.

He knew that even though his body had changed, his face was completely changed, and his memory was gone, this soul was still Jiang Huan.

In the end, Jiang Huan was drunk, and only Xuan Chang was left alone to shine on the moon.

At this point, the city of Beijing was finally quiet.The roads are smooth, the streets and buildings are empty, and the glass walls of the tall buildings reflect the moonlight like the sea.

He looked at the person who had fallen asleep on his shoulder, and remembered that many years ago, Jiang Huan once took him out to sea to see sharks.

Jiang Huan is conceited that he is not an ordinary person, and he dared to go to sea just by changing a sampan.After reciting "There are sharks in the country of the South China Sea", he wandered in the South China Sea for several days and nights, encountered heavy rain and strong wind, and even used Xuan Chang's formula to avoid water.

Jiang Huan excitedly created a small ball of fire in the palm of his hand, and the boat was lonely on the sea, with the rain pouring down, and he used a little spark to guide the way.The boat was pushed into the deep sea by the wind and waves, passing the salamanders and mirages all the way, but did not find the sharks.

On the last night, Jiang Huan fell asleep. He was injured at the time, so he couldn't rest well, and he fell asleep after wandering in the sea for several days and nights.At that time, the wind and rain on the sea ceased, and the water surface shone with moonlight was like a mirror.A little mermaid popped up, smashed the moon mirror, swam close curiously and fearfully, and lay down on the edge of the boat.

Seeing Jiang Huan sound asleep, Xuan Chang didn't wake him up, and made a "shh" gesture to the little shark.

The little shark's arms and hair were wet, he nodded obediently at him, and a few drops of seawater splashed onto the boat.

The past is the past, and Xuan Chang got off the ladder after midnight.

He is still very hands-on in what he can do.

Landing again, Xuan Chang looked at his body, the few stains were dust from the tiles.

If it can't be removed by dry cleaning, you have to use a spell.

Xuan Chang stood in the courtyard with his palms up and his left hand raised.Jiang Huan floated from the roof and slowly descended, only a few feet above the ground.Xuan Chang looked at the bedroom again, and the drunk person unknowingly floated into the bedroom in a lying position and landed on the bed.

Xuan Chang smiled and said softly, "Good night."