It's not good to be a priest of heaven

Chu Ci suddenly became emotional and hugged the person in front of him, "Ah Chao, I miss you so much..."

Liyang froze for a moment, what he called was his name as Shen Junchao... What kind of mood did he have when he buried him with his own hands...

Chu Ci hugged him hard, leaned on his shoulder and cried with a choked voice, "Liyang, when will you come back... I can't stand watching you die in front of me again and again, Liyang..."

Liyang stroked his back gently, with extreme tenderness in his voice, "It's all right, I'm back."

Chu Ci seemed unable to hear his words, still confused and deeply trapped in the pain of the past, "A Ling, I'm sorry...I'm late...Are you in pain...Don't leave Me, don't drive me away..."

Liyang saw that he was getting more and more deeply immersed in those painful memories in a daze, and if he continued like this, he was afraid that these inner demons would torture him and drive him into a madness!Liyang frowned slightly, and quickly formed a seal of pure heart and concentration on his hand, and then moved a little between his brows. As the golden light from his fingertips gradually sank into Chu Ci's brows, Chu Ci's empty eyes gradually became focused. His sanity gradually recovered, and he called out weakly, "Liyang..."

Li Yang hurriedly supported his fallen body, let him lean on his shoulder, and said worriedly: "What's wrong with you? How could you faint here alone?!"

Chu Ci leaned in his arms, but there was a smile on his pale lips, panting slightly, and said in a very soft voice: "Do you love me?"

Liyang couldn't get angry when he heard him asking such a stupid question, but considering his current weak state, he could only slow down his voice and scold him, "Are you a fool!"

Chu Ci suddenly smiled happily, like a pear blossom blooming, her incomparable beauty, "That's great."

"What good!"

"Fortunately, the king's heart is like mine." Chu Ci said, strenuously propped up his body, raised his head and kissed the lips of the person in front of him. This is the person he misses day and night, the person he looks forward to day and night Man, now he's finally back, back to him intact, and thankfully he likes him too...

Chu Ci kissed him affectionately and tenderly, as if he wanted to pour out all the pain of lovesickness he had been suffering through this long kiss.

Liyang was overwhelmed by his kiss, but he was still sober, put his hands on his chest and pulled him away a short distance, gasped and stared at him and said: "You haven't told me how you fainted in the Here?! To be honest, don’t try to fool me.”

Chu Ci turned his head and said, "Don't ask."

Li Yang frowned and pondered for a moment, then suddenly stretched out his hand to caress his shoulder blade, where there was the hideous scar he left to save him, and said in a deep voice: "Is the wound hurting again..."

Chu Ci's back stiffened when he heard the words, but insisted: "No."

Although he didn't admit it, Liyang already knew the answer from his physical reaction just now. He hugged this person tightly in his arms and kissed him lightly on the corner of his forehead. With heavy emotions, "Chuci, please tell me the pain, don't hide here secretly by yourself, you are like me..." Liyang closed his eyes and tried hard not to let the tears fall.

Chu Ci held his hand, his voice was weak and weak, "I don't want...to let you see me in such a mess, and I don't want to make you sad, Liyang, I hope you will be fine all the time."

Liyang's eyes were red, because of such a reason, he would rather secretly hide and endure the severe pain than make him sad, this fool!Liyang held his hand instead, and growled angrily, "You can't let me see what you look like! Could it be that you are still afraid that I don't want you!"

"……Um."

Li Yang covered her tear-filled eyes with the back of her hand, bit her lower lip and said, "Chu Ci, you madman, fool..."

Chu Ci smiled softly when he heard him say this. He put his arms around his waist and leaned against his arms, his silver hair scattered on his chest, "Liyang, I'll sleep for a while, don't go."

Liyang was so sad that he couldn't help himself, and said three words with difficulty, "I... don't go..."

"En." Chu Ci hugged him, feeling the temperature from his body, closed his eyes tiredly and fell asleep peacefully.

Liyang hugged this person who made his heart hurt so much that he almost suffocated, he took a deep breath, controlled his emotions on the verge of breaking the dike, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and quietly accompanied this person in his arms.

Only then did he realize that the walls of this room were densely covered with portraits——

In the portrait, the handsome man dressed in blue with bamboo leaves was smiling, and he was tapping the black and white chessboard in front of him with his fingers.

Liyang stared blankly at this young man who looked exactly like him, this is——

Shen Junchao!

The next picture is Shen Junchao with a soft smile sitting in front of the window and reaching out to touch the sunlight;

There is also the appearance of Shen Junchao being held by a little girl and walking in the field;

Shen Junchao is sitting by the window listening to the rain;

Yang Ling, who was dressed in a black outfit, held his head up, with a smile on his lips, looking up at something;

Yang Ling stepped up through the air, drew his bow and set his arrows;

Yang Ling was sitting in a wheelchair, holding two peach blossoms in his palm;

……

Liyang looked at the portraits all over the wall in shock. The people in the portraits were either sitting or standing, and their figures and demeanors were vividly outlined. There were hundreds of thousands of paintings hanging on them alone, each of which was about him. Every painting records every bit of his life in the mortal world!

And these were all described by Chu Ci with his own hands.

In addition to the portraits all over the wall, there are also countless rolled and bundled picture scrolls neatly stacked, each stack is half the height of a person, and there are dozens of stacked picture scrolls! !

With a wave of Liyang's long sleeves, several paintings flew out of the dozens of scrolls and landed in his hand.

Liyang picked up one of the paintings and unfolded——

He was drawn...

He picked up another painting and unfolded——

He was the one who drew...

He picks up another painting again and unfolds——

It's still him who draws...

Liyang opened more than [-] picture scrolls in a row, without exception, all of them were painted by him...

With his hands behind his back, he looked at the portraits that filled the room, and then looked down at the person who was sleeping soundly on his body, there was a glimmer of light in his dark eyes——

How much does this person like him?

I like it so much that I don't hesitate to kill myself to save him...

I like to pursue him from generation to generation, and stay by his side...

I like it so much that I want to record everything about him with my own hands...

He likes it until he carefully hides his thoughts, until he admits that he likes him first, then he dares to express this deeply buried love...

Chuci, you are so smart, but you are the stupidest person I have ever met...

Liyang raised his head and closed his eyes, his heart was full of sadness and distress. He loved this person, maybe not one ten thousandth of what he loved him, but he was willing to spend the rest of his life to love him ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times !Life should come back, death should be longing.

In this catastrophe woven with the word "love", he and he are doomed, but they enjoy it.