[Zhili] Biography of the Assassin: The Dragon Has No Regrets

In the early morning of the next day, the faint morning light shone through the brocade curtains, but was separated from the milky white hallway in the room. Han Dongli was wearing a light brown velvet pajamas, with his eyelids lightly closed, lying on his back as lazy as a cat. On the soft and delicate round big bed, Tang Ming lay hunched beside him, listening to his even and steady breathing.

Tang Ming looked at him silently, wanted to touch his cheek, and even kissed his lips a little bit, but in order not to wake him up, the outstretched hand turned back and placed on the still warm bedding .

"Zhiming..." Han Dongli murmured unconsciously, but these words made Tang Ming's expression on the side become subtle in an instant.

"Xiao Li, who is Zhi Ming?" Tang Ming asked with a half-smile.

Tang Ming didn't get the answer, so he stretched out his hand at this moment, and pinched Han Dongli's smooth and fair left and right cheeks forcefully, Han Dongli snorted in pain, and subconsciously patted his hand away.

Tang Ming seemed to see his eyes turn red, and his heart softened instantly.

"Your Majesty, you haven't answered A Li's question..."

The soft whispers in the dream are the most real desire in the heart of the heart.

Tang Ming shook his head. Last night when he and Han Dongli were in a cloud in Wushan, Han Dongli didn't call him Tang Ming, but Zhiming.

He and Han Dongli had been gay for two months, and he didn't know anything about it before. He had never investigated those people he had contacted before, his identity information, etc., etc. carefully.

With a chill in his heart, it turned out that this matter was not as simple as he imagined.

But maybe this guy is too deep into the drama, "Li Kai" has been finished for almost three months, why is this guy still with His Majesty on the left and His Majesty on the right? Could it be that he really fell in love with himself?

Returning to his usual indifferent expression, Tang Ming's mouth curled into a playful smile, but the triangle between his brows darkened a bit.

Tang Ming exited the room lightly, but he had other plans in his heart.

On the outskirts of the capital, there is a small town with simple folk customs. The pear blossoms in the town have been invincible for thousands of years, and the old days are hidden on the blue-gray ancient streets. Every noon, there will be a long-haired man in a crimson red dress holding an oil-paper umbrella. The woman strolled from the path covered with bluestone slabs to under the thousand-year-old pear tree, playing the flute and the harp, and singing softly.

It's just that no one has ever taken the initiative to talk to her, and no one has even seen her alluring face under the oil-paper umbrella.

Some people say that she is a witch and can eat people.

It was also said that she had been waiting for someone all these years.

But these are just wild guesses of the locals. Tang Ming has always been an atheist and is not interested in these superstitions. It was just that a few months ago, when he was filming "Pear Opening", he overheard the locals talking about Thinking of this incident, my heart froze.

No one had ever guessed that the so-called demon girl was actually a man... and Tang Ming caught sight of that man's face with a quick glance, so far, he will never forget it.

The male and female man in fresh clothes and furious horse, standing under the pear blossom petals flying all over the sky, is a man of indistinguishable male and female, standing in the worldly posture. When he fell asleep late at night all these years, it seemed that an invisible hand clearly captured this scene. engraved on his mind.

Standing alone in the world, becoming immortal and ascending to immortality, it is so beautiful.

As Tang Ming thought about it, the smile in his eyes became lighter, and the smile at the corner of his mouth became softer.In the past few months, he has been haunted by him, and even wished to fly to that person's side immediately, sleep with him every night, and spend the rest of his life happily with him.

He had never believed in the theory of love at first sight, but it was not until he finally met that person that he realized that his mind had been completely seduced by that person. From a certain point of view, he had never liked Han Dongli before. , just because his appearance is very similar to that person, otherwise he would not have become lovers with Han Dongli. After all, not everyone can bear Han Dongli's temper.

But, in this world, how can there be such a similar person?

Thinking about it, Tang Ming suddenly had a good idea in his mind, which could not only make up for the guilt he felt towards Han Dongli, but also allow him to get the person he had been thinking about day and night.

"Xiao Li, today I want to take you to a place."

Pushing open the door, I saw that Han Dongli had already sat up from the bed, rubbed his head with sleepy eyes, and the dimples on his head slumped in all directions.

Seeing this, Tang Ming naturally sat beside Han Dongli, raised his jaw with ease, and met his slightly angry face with a smile.

"I won't go, the door is there, you can get out of here."

Han Dongli pointed at the half-open door of the room, turned his back and pointed his ass directly at Tang Ming, not saving him any face.

Tang Ming coughed slightly in embarrassment, and his face full of smiles finally couldn't collapse at this moment.

"The place I want to take you to is called Pear Town, does Xiao Li still remember that place?"

Han Dongli's eyes flickered, and he suddenly turned around to face Tang Ming, gritted his teeth and said, "Of course I remember, if it wasn't for that place, I wouldn't have known you at all, his grandma has such a leg, I regret it now, very regret it! "

Tang Ming was stunned for half a second, still unwilling to give up, so he took a step back: "If Xiaoli doesn't go, then I can only go by myself. This period happens to be the opening day of Pear Town, next time If you want to go, you have to wait until next year.”

Han Dongli was startled when he heard the words. The simple and elegant scenery of Li Town and the white pavilions of Qiongshuang were suddenly reflected in his mind like splashed ink, and his heart suddenly softened.

He always felt that there was something pulling his heart there. The ancient towns that can only be found in paintings are rare and beautiful buildings. It is better to just follow Tang Ming's words, anyway, he and him will also be together in the future. There won't be too many intersections, so let's treat this trip as a farewell trip between them.

Han Dongli turned his head, his eyes sparkled, "Actor Tang, this is the last time I compromise with you."

The vehicle slowly drove into this deep and quiet town. It is obviously a city, but it forms a sharp contrast with the central city of the capital. The light gray flying eaves slightly extend outwards, and the vermilion Tangli wood is the only house here. The building materials, the vermilion pillars carved with irregular patterns, are intertwined, supporting small storefronts full of local characteristics, as if people are in another simple and elegant world of black brick walls.

The showers have just stopped, the ground is still a little muddy, and the mist fills the air, but it adds a bit of misty and hazy mood to this deep town.

Han Dongli lay his hands on the window, staring curiously at everything outside the window, and took him across the beautiful world of Pear Town as if watching flowers and galloping.

In front is the pear tree of the national intangible cultural heritage. It is said that the pear tree has been blooming for thousands of years. There has never been a single pear flower withered, and it will always remain in full bloom. Its branches have been kept upward for thousands of years. His posture seemed to be looking up at the light of the sky.

Tang Ming parked the car on the lawn where the T line was drawn with chalk, and looked up at Han Dongli, "Xiao Li, we're here, get out of the car first and I'll buy you a bottle of water."

However, Han Dongli didn't intend to give Tang Ming face at all. Before Tang Ming could finish speaking, he pushed open the car door and walked under the thousand-year-old pear tree.

The flowers have been blooming for thousands of years, but none of the pear blossoms that are full of branches has withered.

In the migrating years, this millennium wonder has not been damaged in any way. Frustrated people who approach this pear tree will feel that their distracting thoughts are cleared away and their minds are refreshed. This vision has not aroused people's attention in Lizhen. Panic, on the contrary, the thousand-year-old pear tree is still revered as an auspicious sacred object that the local incense will continue to proliferate.

As for the origin of this pear tree, it has to be traced back to more than 2000 years ago, the last vassal state on the Juntian Continent.

"Yao Guang..."

Putting his hands on the pear tree, the baptism of wind and frost for thousands of years has washed the wrinkled bark to the point of desolation, and the stains and stains spread around and criss-cross, until his eyes accidentally glanced at the thick trunk There was a little scarlet splashed in one place, Han Dongli's brows froze, and he said these two words out of nowhere.

"Xiao Li, have you finally remembered?"

Suddenly a figure approached in the distance, Han Dongli was startled by the sound, his body stiffened, and he turned his head mechanically slowly, only to see a young man in red, holding a clear jade Xiao in his hand, His eyes gradually shifted to his face half covered by the straw hat, Han Dongli was so surprised that he almost lost his footing.

"Who are you?" Why are you so similar to me.

That person's eyebrows, eyes, and demeanor are more than 90.00% similar to his own. It can be said that they are completely carved out of the same mold.

However, Han Dongli would never be able to learn the temperament of a nobleman in troubled times exuded by that man's gestures, even if he studied for a lifetime.

He was a little afraid of the man in red in front of him. Up to now, he had encountered too many unimaginable things, and he almost imagined himself as a monster.

As soon as Han Dongli's words fell, the man in red slowly raised his hand, and took off the green-brown straw hat on his head, revealing a jade-like face, like the widow of the fairy who was exiled for nine days in the fantasy world. The posture of the world.

"I am the Lord of Yaoguang, Murongli."

Han Dongli and Murongli's eyes met. Through his deep and shallow pupils, Han Dongli seemed to see the death of thousands of troops, horses, and swords. Then the screen changed, and under the silver pear tree , the sad look in the emperor's eyes, he sobbed in his ear, softly calling, A Li, don't leave me.At that moment, the corners of Han Dongli's eyes were blinded by the glare from the black pupils of the stunning man in front of him. He fell on his back, and the world seemed to be spinning.

"Xiao Li!"

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