Si Tian Guan

For his thanks, Qu Shenzhou stood up, bent over, returned the salute, and sat down again.

"Eaten dinner yet?"

"I've eaten." The steward here didn't treat him harshly.

"That's just right, I'll bring back some steamed cheese with sugar, and I'll go back after eating." Liu Chongming took out the bowl that was still warm, and when he passed the spoon, he asked again: "Do you like sweet things?"

Qu Chenzhou hesitated, but still took the spoon.

There is no one who doesn't love sweets, especially for a person like him, who hasn't seen any sweets in Qisheng Building for a year or so. It stands to reason that he should like sweets.

But his previous experience made his body strongly resist this taste. At least in his last life, even in the palace, he never had a bite of dessert.

Liu Chongming lowered his head and took two bites, only to realize that he didn't touch the spoon: "There are no outsiders here, so you don't have to be so cautious."

"No..." Qu Chenzhou replied softly, "I don't eat sweets."

"Aren't you used to it?" Liu Chongming expressed his incomprehension. Even people like the third brother who looked at him coldly would not refuse sweets: "Try it, my mother's steamed sugar cheese is very good."

The spoon in Qu Chenzhou's hand slowly cut into the soft and smooth pastry, and took a sip—that's right, if he lives again, he should also try to put aside the past and try to taste the sweet taste.

The crispy cheese rolls in the mouth along the tip of the tongue, and the strong sweetness makes the cheeks sour.

He frowned, barely swallowed a mouthful, his face gradually paled.

Liu Chongming just noticed his strangeness, and before he had time to ask, he turned his face away and vomited violently.

Not only the sugar steamed shortbread that I just swallowed, but also the dinner I vomited out.

Liu Chongming was terrified, and hurried forward to support his precarious body with one hand, while calling for someone to come in and clean up the mess.

"What's the matter?" He had never seen a person who had such a big reaction to sweets, and he tasted a spoonful from the bowl suspiciously, and it was no different from his.

Qu Chenzhou's chest was heaving and unsteady, he suppressed the nausea in his mouth, and replied softly: "I'm sorry."

"Why is this happening?" Liu Chongming asked.

The more weird things about this person in front of him, the more he wanted to find out, and every time he saw that peace was inadvertently torn apart, he couldn't help but overlap the person in front of him with the person in his dream. Together.

After the servants cleaned up, they closed the door and retreated, leaving only two people in the bedroom.

Qu Chenzhou looked down at their inadvertently intertwined hands, took a step back, and withdrew his hand.

Many things involved the entanglement between them in the previous life, so he couldn't say it, but some things were only related to him, and it was not a secret.

As long as the other party goes to Qisheng Building to ask casually, everyone will know that it is a joke talked about by many people in the building.

"Don't blame me, my son, this is... a disease that I suffered from when I was a child."

Liu Chongming handed him a glass of water and waited for the next sentence.

He nodded his thanks, took a sip slowly, and calmed down.

Speaking of the past, his heart was so calm that there was no wave, as if he was telling someone else's story.

"I vaguely remember that when I was very young, I used to love to eat candy. Then one day, my father said that he would only take me to the market by himself and bought me candy."

Thinking of the few pieces of paper that Fang Wuyang took back, Liu Chongming's heart tightened.

"My father bought me a bag of candy, and then let me follow another person into the carriage, saying that he would take me home." Qu Chenzhou looked at the shadow shaking in the teacup, and slightly hooked the corners of his mouth: "Then I was sold to Qisheng Building."

Except for this incident, other memories from too long ago have been blurred, he doesn't even remember how he cried and struggled along the way, he only remembers melting the candy in his hand, the pain was unbearable.

Since then, he can no longer eat anything sweet.

The room was suffocatingly quiet for a moment, he drank the whole glass of water to dilute the uncomfortable taste in his throat, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry."

Liu Chongming's life is too far away from this story. He only sees the desolation and depression in his own home, but never thinks that there will be people who don't even have a home.

"You..." When he spoke, he heard the dryness in his throat: "Do you hate your parents?"

"Hate it?" Qu Chenzhou looked at him calmly: "Only people who can't forget in their hearts have love and hate. For strangers, there is nothing to talk about. I have long forgotten their looks, so I naturally talk about them." Not to hate."

In this staring gaze, in just a few words, the depression and anguish of these years twisted into a monstrous surge at the same time, rushing towards Liu Chongming, and was waved away by a hand lightly.

He didn't know if he could maintain such calmness if he was trapped in such a desperate situation like the other person's body and mind, and he couldn't figure out what kind of environment could create such a person.

Seemingly childish but mature, seemingly crazy but rational, seemingly simple but complex, seemingly humble but arrogant, seemingly fragile but tenacious.

As if he could see through him, Qu Chenzhou smiled: "My lord, everyone in this world has their own suffering, and they know how to feel. No one can help you except yourself. So there is no need to feel sorry for yourself, and you don't need to sympathize with others. , Gritting your teeth and walking on, there will always be an end."

Maybe it was because the atmosphere was right tonight, or maybe it was a rare opportunity for the two of them to get along like this again. He didn't deliberately keep silent, nor did he hide himself.

Chongming's troubles and troubles, he didn't understand when he was young, he only knew that he relied on Chongming and followed suit, but now he can see clearly than anyone else.

That hand from before held him, making him who was prostrate in the dust gradually stand up, and finally stood at the highest point of the Nine Layers Gate to stir up the situation.

Then this time, let him lead the young Chongming out of the fog, even if there is only a little chance.

Liu Chongming seemed to be fascinated by these words, he was stunned for a long time, and for a moment he forgot that he was the noble son of the Hou family, and the other party was just a humble slave.

He even felt that he was back when he was a child, because his schoolwork was not going well, he dropped the pen and paper angrily, and his brother picked it up for him, and gently stroked his head.

"Chongming, don't worry, do it little by little." The brother's smile is like the spring of April: "Everything is in order, wait for the flowers to bloom, you don't understand these words now, just remember, one day you will understandable."

His tears flowed down his cheeks slowly, he didn't even think about wiping them off, and he didn't even think about why he said such words as the other party.

For the first time after so long, I can let the pain in my heart flow out, no longer insist on being strong, and there is an unprecedented ease.

Only at this time can he remember that he is only 17 years old, and he should be a capricious age.

Qu Chenzhou just sat with him like this, watched his tears slowly dry up, and then poured water and handed it over.

"Thank you, my son, for thinking of bringing me dessert today." Seeing that he gradually calmed down, Qu Chenzhou stood up: "It's getting late, my lord, please rest early, and my servant will leave."

"No!" Seeing that he was about to back away, Liu Chongming suddenly jumped up and grabbed the iron chain on Qu Shenzhou's hand without thinking, "Don't go!"

Although the person was held, he was so embarrassed that he didn't know what to say.

If Bai Shiyan saw this rare gaffe, he might not only make fun of him, but even worry about whether he was really possessed or not.

"Don't go." His throat rolled, and he could only mutter and repeat.

I don't know if it's because the tears that caught off guard emptied my heart and needed something else to fill it up, or because in such a quiet night, those dreams that seemed to happen in reality would come uninvited.

Qu Chenzhou didn't ask much about the reason, he came back and sat down without hesitation.

A person seems to have forgotten the past and present life, a person seems to have forgotten the responsibility and suspicion, just like that, very quietly, no one speaks.

The lamp oil gradually seeped to the bottom, and the fire flickered a few times, returning the night to tranquility.

The watery moonlight poured in and shone down to the feet of the two of them.

"The moonlight is so beautiful." Qu Shenzhou sighed softly.

Maybe God treats him really kindly.