Through the past and the present, I regard you as the king

Qi Shaochuan only expressed his resentment a little bit. He is not such an unreasonable person. He is still in love and likes to be tired of being together, and he doesn't like to stay with this unlucky person. Isn't this normal? .

However, Mu Feng was too hot and dizzy, and got involved with a black household.

Thinking about it again, there is nothing wrong with black households. They are better than themselves, and they have provoked a "dead person" for nothing, and they are "old zombies" who have been dead for ten years.

Qi Shaochuan stirred the water, and after a while squatted in the pool with his knees hugged, looking boredly at the tiles at the bottom of the pool.

Then scold Chu Yu.

Across the wall, Mu Feng was wearing a white bath towel around his waist, leaning against the edge of the pool, the water temperature was slightly hot, but not scalding.Mu Feng stretched his legs, stretched his waist greatly, and hummed lazily a few times, it seemed that he was very comfortable after being soaked in hot water.

On the ceiling above the head, there is a picture of the starry sky, which is blue and blue, reflecting the blue tiles at the bottom of the pool. The whole room seems to be bathed in the sea and under the moon.

Mu Feng counted the constellations above his head and sighed: "It's so beautiful, it would be great if it were real."

Hearing the sound, Nian Qi turned his head to look at him, and then looked up at the painting above his head, thoughtfully.

But Qi Shaochuan next door could hear clearly, and immediately raised his voice and asked, "What are you talking about? Speak up! I'm so bored!"

Mu Feng lived up to his expectations and shouted to the next door: "I said, the star map in the room is beautiful!"

Qi Shaochuan raised his head and looked at the gaudy wall tiles around him. The decoration style was not abstract but more abstract. He was extremely depressed, "I think this place is very unfriendly to me! I only have a few yellow ducks here whose wings are painted!"

Mu Feng thought he was too funny, and it was even more funny when he was angry.

While chatting wildly across the wall with Qi Shaochuan, Nianqi kept staring at the pattern on the top, frowning for a while, as if he found something wrong.

Mu Feng elbowed him, "What are you looking at?"

Twenty-seven thought for a while, crawled out of the water, and turned off the chandelier switch on the wall, and the room was completely dark in an instant.Mu Feng was plunged into the darkness for a moment, his vision was dim, and he closed his eyes to adapt to the sudden darkness.

Immediately after pressing a broad palm on his shoulder, a voice whispered in his ear: "Slowly, look at the sky."

Hearing Nianqi's voice, Mu Feng gradually relaxed, opened his eyes according to his words, and let out a gasp when he saw the top of his head.

Fluorescent agents seemed to be added to the paint on the wall. After the lights were turned off, the starry sky map shone brightly, and trivial stars covered the entire ceiling, covering the room with a faint outline.

People soaking in the pool are really like bathing in the Milky Way.

Although Mu Feng really wanted to sigh, Mr. Chu is really rich and free, and the hot spring pool should be so gorgeous.But he held Nianqi's arm, who cares about Mr. Chu, and said, "It's so beautiful, Nianqi come in and have a look together."

Twenty Seven jumped down from the side and put his arms under Mu Feng's neck so that he could comfortably raise his head.

And this rich and leisurely Mr. Chu changed his staff uniform and sneaked into Qi Shaochuan's room quietly. There was no warm and soft words, nor was he full of romance, only a short and forceful shriek Shouting, without saying a word, the startled Qi Shaochuan pressed his palm into the pool and drank several mouthfuls of hot spring water.

"Shao Chuan?!" Mu Feng shouted.

"Gulululu... Gulululu..."

"Are you OK?"

"Gululu...Gulu..." Chu Yu struggled out and coughed violently, "It's me!"

Qi Shaochuan: "Fuck, Chu Yu!" He couldn't help cursing, "Are you sick and happy to peek at people taking a bath?"

"I don't think so."

When Mu Feng heard that it was Mr. Chu, he automatically assumed that Qi Shaochuan was fine, and continued to take his bath and watch his stars.The next door was noisy for a while and then quieted down. Although Mu Feng was a little strange, he felt that with Chu Yu around, he wouldn't do anything to Qi Shaochuan, so he didn't bother.

The steam in the room was steaming, forcing out the last bit of cold air in the bones, and the limbs and bones were warm and comfortable, which was extremely comfortable.

Mu Feng scooped up a small basin of water and poured it over his head, washing away the fatigue of the past two days.

Nian Qi pinched his shoulder, probably due to many years of surgery, the muscles on Mu Feng's shoulder were a little stiff, and he pinched Mu Feng so hard that he hummed.

"My lord, you need to exercise regularly in the future." Twenty Seven said, "Why don't I teach you a few sword moves when I go back, so as to relax your muscles and bones."

Mu Feng shook his head and said with a smile, "That's right, I haven't seen you wielding a sword yet."

Nian Qi froze, and said with a wry smile, "The internal strength is gone, and the sword skills are only showy, and it's useless now."

Hearing some disappointment, Mu Feng turned his head and tried his best to look into Nian Qi's eyes in the darkness, "You have to have confidence in yourself, not everything is measured by fighting and killing, I like swordsmanship , you go to practice, if you like something else, you go to try, I will support you whatever you want..."

"Like you?"

"Then you..." Mu Feng didn't react from his jumping thinking all of a sudden, and was stunned for a long time.

Seeing that his eyes froze, Nian Qi lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry, I said something wrong again."

Mu Feng coughed twice dryly, turned around and sank into the water, and said, "You apologize again, what are you apologizing for?"

"sorry."

"Alas..." Mu Feng sighed, leaned back, and leaned into Nianqi's arms.

His chest was soaked in water, it was slippery, but very strong, Mu Fengguang's slippery back pressed against it, and it kept falling down.

Twenty Seven lifted Mu Feng's waist and brought him up, wrapping him around in front of him.

His face was flushed red from the heat of the hot spring, but the fluorescence was dim, and no one could see clearly. Even Mu Feng's inexplicable sigh was tinged with ambiguity in the bright starlight.

Soaking in hot springs is the best time to meet honestly and talk about things.It's just that although the two of them sat hugging each other, they seemed to have nothing to say, or if they said it, it would always destroy the tacit understanding between them.

Mu Feng flicked the water to keep each of them properly moist.

Nian Qi bowed his head, knocked on the top of Mu Feng's head with his chin, and hummed softly.It was a very soothing minor, with simple notes and repeated melodies. The last syllable was melodious and connected with the first syllable, as if it could be sung endlessly forever.

It's just that there are no lyrics, and it's out of tune, which sounds quite weird.

Mu Feng raised his head and asked, "What is this?"

"I don't know, I heard it sung by a fisher girl before." Twenty-seven said, "I was on a mission near there, and she sang it every day, and she learned it after a long time."

"She taught you?"

"I didn't show up, and she didn't know that I had learned her." Twenty Seven snorted again, "Does it sound good?"

After learning for a while, Mu Feng hummed, "Yeah."

The melody has the softness of Jiangnan ditties and the melancholy of fishing for a daughter.This is obviously a love song, sung to the moon, sung to the wind, sung to the lover who misses day and night.

Did he know this when Er Qi was squatting on the roof to learn this song?

I'm afraid he doesn't know, how can he tell what he likes.

But Nian Qi hugged him like this, and with a voice that was not very tuned, he sang the song that he thought would relieve his mood line by line, which made people feel heart-warming enough, even if he didn't know what the lyrics were, even if he didn't understand This is a love song, and Mu Feng is also very happy.

At this point, even if Mu Feng doesn't say or admit it, he can no longer deny that he has feelings for Nian Qi.

He just lacked the strength to force himself to take this step.

Mu Feng felt that he probably cared too much about Nian Qi, knowing that he was unwilling to be at ease, always trying to find out everything about him, even though he understood clearly, there were some things that he didn't know clearly.

He seldom thinks about things so awkwardly, wastes his brain, and wastes his time. His brain needs to think about work and illness, and his time needs to be used for surgery and research.

Now, it's all on Twenty Seven.

Mu Feng is in a golden period of career development, but his future goal is very simple, that is, to be a doctor, a good doctor who is unstained and conscientious.And Eran Qi is in the golden period of life development, he is only 23 years old, he has too many choices, no matter who he wants to be, he will never be a non-existent nanny in the small apartment of the Mu family.

Nian Qi was going out sooner or later, and what he wanted to show Nian Qi was far more than the narrow circle around him.

What he wanted to show Twenty Seven was the splendor of this vast world.

As for whether the kite that has been flown can be taken back...

If there is really no way, at least the scissors are still in his hands, the big deal is to cut them off and let him fly.

After thinking this through, Mu Feng felt relieved.

So many entanglements and regrets that he couldn't be happy before, actually all came from the fear of uneasiness and the reluctance in his heart.

Nian Qi massaged his shoulders and arms lightly and heavily. Mu Feng was pressed comfortably, and his whole body was limp and unwilling to move. He simply lay down by the pool with his back bare, and asked Nian Qi to scratch him. Scratch and press.

"Before I die..."

Mu Feng straightened his back and stared back at Twenty Seven.

Bah bah bah, what is he talking about!

Nian Qi hurriedly changed his words and said, "Before I died in my previous life." Mu Feng was willing to listen to him continue, "At that time, I never thought about how lazy a master could be to treat you like this."

Mu Feng was not happy anymore, "I'm lazy? I'm so busy every day, I'm busy taking care of your food and drinks, and I split one salary into two to spend."

Twenty Seven didn't speak, just smiled slightly with the corners of her lips curled up.

Mu Feng lay on his stomach with his chin resting on his arms, fingering the pebbles on the edge of the pool, and said, "You never said that before..." He hesitated, "How did you die... ...."

"Do you believe it?" Twenty-seven said, "You didn't want to believe it before." "

"tell me the story."

Nian Qi scooped up a handful of hot water and poured it on Mu Feng's back. Recalling that night when the flames were burning into the sky, he felt that it seemed very close and yet far away. At that time, his memory was a little fuzzy, but he remembered the young master's face and that bottle of poison.

He simply said two words: "Drink poison and throw yourself into the lake."

I didn't want to leave a too cruel impression on Mu Feng, and I didn't want him to feel pitiful, so I weakened many of these things.

Mu Feng turned around and touched Nianqi's chest in the dark. There was no scar there anymore. He remembered that when he saw him for the first time that day, his body was still bloody and he had just been beaten by someone.The hideous wounds are all gone now, but it's hard to tell whether it's because Mu Feng's medicine is good or his recovery ability is strong.

"Does it hurt?" Mu Feng couldn't help asking.

Twenty Seven didn't know what he was referring to, "Why does it hurt?"

He was telling the truth.

It didn't hurt, I was used to pain at that time, if it wasn't to the point of tearing off an arm and a leg, how could I easily bow to that pain, that is the ability that a qualified soldier should possess.

But for Mu Feng, who grew up peacefully, such a deep wound, such a cruel poison, such a cold water, just thinking about it is unbearable.

After a while, Nianqi couldn't take it anymore, because Mu Feng was always good at touching him, as if there was still a wound there.

Because of the dim light and the inability to see clearly, this kind of stroking is extraordinarily provocative.

After a while, Nianqi hoarse: "Don't touch it."