Touch the cold

After that day, Qin Yi really lived in that ruined temple, and he would only return to the Qin Mansion to deal with some business matters during the day, and he would rush back immediately after dealing with it, lest Yan Bei would not pay attention Like ran away.

The environment of this dilapidated temple is really poor. At night, only the long lights on the dilapidated Buddha statues and some candles on the ground are on. These lights are really insignificant for a temple that is not too small. , because this dilapidated temple has been in disrepair for a long time, the windows everywhere are leaking, especially at dawn, it will be extraordinarily cold.

Qin Yi hugged Yan Bei in his arms, rubbing his waist slowly, and at the same time thought whether he should change the place for Yan Bei, after all, living here is not a long-term solution.

Yan Bei rested his head on Qin Yi's shoulder, and saw that he was not moving for a long time, so he moved his body and asked, "What are you thinking about so preoccupied?"

Qin Yi glanced sideways at Yan Bei, then hugged him even tighter, and said, "I'm thinking about renovating this temple, or maybe, looking for another place to live." Looking around, he said: "This place You can't live forever."

Yan Bei chuckled, "The pampered and pampered Young Master Qin, can't bear it anymore? There is a shed here to keep out the rain, and a wall to keep out the wind. It's really not bad."

Qin Yi changed into a more comfortable posture, and lazily said: "Then I won't move, anyway, as long as you can live here, I can follow you."

Yan Bei smiled helplessly, stared at the flickering candles, and after a long time raised his face and asked Qin Yi: "Qin Yi, what do you think of me?"

Qin Yi had his eyes closed, but after hearing Yan Bei's words, he opened them and looked at him. Without thinking too much, he just replied, "I want you to stay with me all the time."

"That's all?" Yan Bei asked.

"You can do it?" Qin Yi asked back.

Yan Bei was stunned for a moment, then bent his lips and shook his head with a smile: "I can't."

"You dare." Qin Yi spat out two words through his teeth, and pressed Yan Bei under his body, looking at him with a little anger in his eyes.

Yan Bei leaned back on the cold ground, with his messy hair resting on the back of his head, bit his lip, and said as if resigned to his fate: "You are really scary, why should I..."

Before Yan Bei could finish speaking, Qin Yi had already bent down and bit his lips. It was really biting, and a bloody smell spread between their lips and teeth.

It turns out that you, Qin Yi, were also afraid, Yan Bei thought in his heart.

"You know that I'm scary?" Qin Yi let go of Yan Bei's lips until the wound on Yan Bei's lip stopped bleeding, and said in his ear.

Yan Bei, who was about to suffocate, took a few breaths, turned his head and only let out two chuckles, which seemed extremely harsh in this silent temple.

Hearing the laughter, Qin Yi suddenly became angry, and twisted Yan Bei's body hard, causing Yan Bei to break out in cold sweat, but the smile on his face remained unchanged.

"Maybe I should also ask you, what do you think of me?" Qin Yi said.

Yan Bei turned around, looked at Qin Yi calmly, and said, "Master."

Qin Yi's eyes darkened, and he felt his chest constricted again, so he just said lightly: "Lie."

Yan Bei didn't refute, he gritted his teeth, propped up his upper body with his right elbow, pressed Qin Yi's hand that was walking on his lower abdomen with the other hand, and asked, "Do you want to do it or not? Take it easy."

Qin Yi smiled after hearing this, with a trace of bitterness, he bit Yan Bei's ear, and said with a bit of sadness in his tone: "Can you be more frank with me?"

"Isn't that magnanimous enough for me?" Yan Bei asked as he untied his clothes.

"That's not what I said." Qin Yi looked at Yan Bei's face, and stretched out his hand to cover Yan Bei's left chest, "It's here." Qin Yi could feel that Yan Bei had something to hide from him. .

Feeling warm in front of his chest, Yan Bei was a little dazed at that moment, but shook his head at Qin Yi.Can't be frank, no matter to Qin Yi, Song Boyi or himself.

"Forget it." Qin Yi said with a sigh, turning over and pressing Yan Bei under him.He didn't let Yan Bei go that night, at first Yan Bei was able to endure it with self-esteem in mind, but later he lost his mind and was even made to yell and beg for mercy, but all this seemed useless to Qin Yi, he was determined to be ruthless.

On the second day, Yan Bei's face was a little pale, his voice was a little hoarse, and his whole body seemed to be off the shelf.Qin Yi knew that he was uncomfortable, so he helped him wash and change clothes, just like Yanbei once served him.

"I'll be back later." Qin Yi said softly to Yan Bei.

"Hmm." Yan Bei replied lightly, leaning on the mud mound of the Buddha statue, half-closed his eyes.

Qin Yi didn't say anything more, and looked at Yan Bei a few more times, then went to the Qin residence.

Yan Bei leaned on the mud mound and didn't move for a long time, but the pain in his body was far less intense than the pain in his heart.

Yan Bei came to kill Qin Yi, but at some point, his heart softened little by little.He was lying. In fact, he never regarded Qin Yi as his master, only regarded Qin Yi as his enemy, but now, it is not as simple as an enemy.

The most frightening thing was that this unexplainable emotion became more and more intense. Every time Qin Yi got close to him, every time he wanted him, the emotion was superimposed, and it couldn't be wiped away or erased, as if it was about to bury him alive.

Without waiting, Yan Bei gritted his teeth and stood up, making a settlement.

But before all this was over, Yan Bei still wanted to find someone, someone he had always missed.

In fact, Song Boyi started to linger in the brothel after seeing Yanbei and Qin Yi's obscene scene.

Coming down from Beishan that day, he didn't know how far he ran, let alone why his heart seemed to be empty. Since that day, Song Boyi put aside all the etiquette and virtues he had read, and he suddenly He feels that those things don't have the slightest meaning to him, even if he recites "Zhi Hu Zhe Ye" all over, he still can't get what he wants.

Why bother.

In broad daylight, Song Boyi would also be soaking in the Yicui Building, sitting in his arms with three or five women in his arms, swearing and swearing out of his mouth, he was no longer what he used to be.

"bookworm."

Song Boyi was drunk in the gentle country, but this voice filled his ears. He was too familiar with this voice, but he was no longer familiar with this person.

Song Boyi opened his drunken eyes and looked at the person standing in front of him. The disappointment in that person's eyes was undisguised, which made Song Boyi smile wryly twice.

"Why are you here?" Song Boyi asked Yan Bei drunkenly, grabbed the jug at hand and poured a glass of wine to Yan Bei, saying, "Do you want some wine?"

With a cold expression on his face, Yan Bei took the wine glass from Song Boyi's hand, then threw the wine glass on the ground, grabbed Song Boyi's hand and squeezed it tightly, but asked calmly, "You don't want to be tested for fame, do you? "

Song Boyi lowered his head, blinked at the wine glass rolled on the ground, then took out a paper document from his bosom, waved it in front of Yanbei's eyes, and said, "Look, I've hit it."

But in this sentence, there is no joy at all, just like saying that the sun rises from the east, it is plain and ordinary.

Yan Bei was stunned.

Song Boyi put the document back into his arms, looked up into Yanbei's eyes and said, "But I suddenly feel that there is not much difference between being hit and not being hit."

Yan Bei sighed heavily, punched Song Boyi hard on the chest, gritted his teeth and said, "Song Boyi, you have some promise."

Song Boyi just smiled nonchalantly, and sat back on the chair behind him, "I am in front of you, how have I ever been successful? Yanbei, do you know, in fact..." Song Boyi paused, put away the smile on his face, and silently After a while, he continued: "Actually, you are very important to me."

Yan Bei was stunned again.

Song Boyi lowered his head, his hands hidden in his wide cuffs trembled slightly, he didn't dare to look up at Yanbei, but the words just now seemed to have exhausted all his courage in his life.

After calming down, Yan Bei walked slowly to Song Boyi's side, patted him on the shoulder as usual, and said softly, "Thank you."

Song Boyi stayed there for a long time before he regained his composure, and when he looked up, Yan Bei was nowhere to be seen.

After Yanbei came out of the Yicui Tower, many emotions were churning in his heart, ups and downs mingled together, and he couldn't tell them apart.

Today's weather is quite warm, the sun reflected on the glazed tiles of the imperial city in the distance, reflecting colorful brilliance, it was very beautiful, Yan Bei stood on the long street, squinted his eyes and looked into the distance, then deeply Taking a breath, he turned around and walked towards the Wu family pharmacy on the street.

Wu Xun was carrying a steelyard, and carefully placed two Coptis chinensis on it, carefully facing the scale on the scale.

"The shopkeeper." Yan Bei walked over and knocked on Wu Xun's desk.

"Yeah." Wu Xun just replied indifferently, without raising his head, and then asked, "What kind of medicine do you want to grab?"

Yan Bei pursed his lips, and said calmly, "A drug that can kill people."

Wu Xun was taken aback when he heard this, put down the scale in his hand and looked up at Yanbei, and said, "Master, my place is a pharmacy, a place to cure diseases and save lives, how could there be such medicines."

Yan Bei laughed and said, "Those who know how to save people will naturally know how to kill people. Don't worry, shopkeeper, I won't kill innocent people."

Wu Xun shook his head, made a bow and said, "Young master, let's find another master."

Yan Bei sighed softly, thinking that this person was even more twisted and stubborn than Song Boyi.