Touch the cold

Song Boyi didn't stop Yan Bei from ruining his body like this, and watched him drink up a jar of wine like water, and then piled the jars on top of the pile of empty wine jars.

"For the rest of the day, let me accompany you." Song Boyi said softly.

Yan Bei didn't say yes or no, he just lowered his eyes to watch a fallen leaf roll to his feet and then go with the wind.

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Since Mo Zijin asked Qin Yi's sincerity that day, he never mentioned anything about Yanbei again. After recovering from his injury, he lived in the Qin residence as before, as if nothing had happened.

But Qin Yi seldom smiled since then, but sometimes he looked at Mo Zijin in a daze, and Mo Zijin didn't know what he was thinking, and every time at this time, he liked to show him a back view.

"The food is cold."

One night, Mo Zijin tilted his head and said to Qin Yi who was holding his chopsticks still.

Qin Yi fiddled with the chopsticks twice, then gently placed the chopsticks on the table, gestured with half-closed eyes: "You eat, I don't have much appetite."

Mo Zijin twitched the corners of his mouth, put down his chopsticks, and sent someone to collect the food on the table, then poured a cup of hot tea and handed it to Qin Yi.

Qin Yi took it and held it in his hand.

Mo Zijin shook his head with a smile, went to the fire and added some charcoal to make the fire even hotter.

Qin Yi looked at Mo Zijin for a while, then got up and walked over, threw the teacup in his hand into the fire, a puff of water vapor rose up with a "hiss" in an instant, Mo Zijin was confused by Qin Yi's sudden action Somewhat confused, when he came back to his senses, he felt Qin Yi's two arms wrapped around his waist, holding him in his arms.

Mo Zijin turned his head in surprise, and just met Qin Yi's lips, and the rare tenderness on his lips was somewhat familiar.

This tenderness made Mo Zijin compromise, and turned around to respond to Qin Yi's kiss, with careful temptation and a trace of humility.

Qin Yi still had a cold face, the initial tenderness only stayed for a short while before gradually turning into rudeness, he lifted Mo Zijin with all his strength and fell to the couch.

Mo Zijin was knocked on the back of the head, took a breath and reached out to rub it, but Qin Yi pulled back the hand that was raised in the air, and cut it behind him, Qin Yi leaned over and pressed Mo Zijin hard. Jin's body, looking up at his face.

Mo Zijin didn't get annoyed, and let him watch for a while, then raised his head and lightly bit Qin Yi's lower lip and sucked it lightly.

However, during this period, Qin Yi was not very gentle, and Mo Zijin, who had long been accustomed to this matter, still felt pain, so painful that he was almost bitten by Shan Zi.

The two of them calmed down when the thick-mouthed candle on the table was mostly burned down. Mo Zijin was lying on the bed tiredly, while Ren Qin Yi's slightly cool fingertips stroked the glaring scar on his back.

"It's itchy from your touch." Mo Zijin turned his head to Qin Yi and said, "On purpose?"

Qin Yi glanced at him, then stood up, covered his back, and kissed carefully along the scar, occasionally biting him lightly.

"Hmm..." Mo Zijin clenched the corner of his pillow and snorted, and buried his face deeply in his arms.

He was thinking that maybe one day, Qin Yi would give him the answer he wanted, would feel distressed looking at this scar, and would give him sincere tenderness.

The two of them tacitly agreed, no one would mention some things, they both thought that perhaps as the days went by, there would be a way out for each other, but there was one person in this world who couldn't afford to wait.

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Yan Bei's illness developed rapidly, but within ten days, he lost all energy and could not even drink alcohol.

Seeing him like this, Song Boyi felt pain in his heart, but still had a smile on his face, and helped him put on a thick coat with a smile and said: "It's just that it's getting colder, why are you so cold? Are you in such a mess?"

Yan Bei also laughed, tightened his clothes, and said, "Why am I in such a mess, isn't it human nature to be afraid of the cold?"

Song Boyi smiled and shook his head, poured a cup of hot tea into Yanbei's hand, but did not withdraw his hand, but covered Yanbei's hand, warming his cold fingertips with the warmth of his palm Son.

Yan Bei looked down, stunned for a moment, then sighed slightly, raised his head to look at Song Boyi, there was no smile on his face, but a trace of heaviness on his face.

"Nerd, I think I don't have much time left." Yan Bei said, "I think, one last thing I beg of you."

Song Boyi's nose was sore, and he glared at Yanbei and said, "Can you stop saying such depressing words?"

"It's just the truth." Yan Bei laughed.

Song Boyi lowered his eyes, glared at Yanbei again, and asked, "Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

"I want to see Qin Yi." As soon as Song Boyi finished speaking, Yan Bei said.

Song Boyi looked at Yanbei, looked at his eyes with a hint of expectation, and shook his head decisively. He could promise Yanbei anything, even if Yanbei wanted his life, but only this matter, Song Bo Yi would not agree.

"Just one look, I just want to take one last look at him." Yan Bei frowned and continued, his voice trembling.

Song Boyi was still shaking his head, and gradually gained strength in his hand, holding Yan Bei's hand.

"Song Boyi." Yan Bei sighed, "I beg you, take me to see him, just from a distance."

"No." Song Boyi said, his tone was stiff.

Yan Bei was startled when he heard Song Boyi's words, then smiled with crooked lips, took his hand out of Song Boyi's palm, stood up shaking and said, "I'll go by myself, while I'm still alive, I will definitely see him one side."

Song Boyi didn't stop Yan Bei, but retracted his hand hanging in the air, turned his head to look at Yan Bei who was walking staggeringly, and saw him fall to the ground as soon as he got out of the courtyard gate.

Song Boyi shook his head and walked over, helped Yan Bei who had fallen to the ground, patted the dust off his body, wiped his face, and said to him, "Let's go home."

Yan Bei stood there in a daze, as if someone had taken his soul away, his chest suddenly hurt like someone had punched him, his throat felt hot, and he spit out a mouthful of blood, the blood was warm, dripping on the The back of Song Boyi's hand turned his heart cold bit by bit.

"Let's go home." Song Boyi said again, with a bit of pleading in his tone.

After that day, Yan Bei never came out and walked around, just lying on the bed, almost without the strength to turn over.

Song Boyi has been with him all the time, whether it is day or night, he has been sitting by Yan Bei's bed. When Yan Bei wakes up, he will tell him some happy things in the past, and when Yan Bei falls asleep, he will tell him something. Unhappy things in the past.

"You don't know. Later, the koi pond in the Qin Mansion was so fat that it almost swam sideways. Later, those guys were sold by the servants, and some new koi seedlings came back, and they were never seen again. Dare to feed unscrupulously." Song Boyi said with a smile, and suddenly, he seemed to be the poor scholar who only knew about others, and in those days Youshu and Yanbei relieved boredom, very simple.

Yan Bei only looked at Song Boyi with a smile, and at some point, fell asleep drowsily again

Song Boyi silenced his voice, raised his hand and gently brushed across Yan Bei's face, he was really reluctant.

At midnight that day, Yan Bei woke up again. When he woke up, he found that the lights in the house were on. Song Boyi was still awake, but just stared at him blankly, his expression made Yan Bei want to laugh.

"Are you awake, are you thirsty?" Song Boyi asked after seeing Yan Bei's eyes opened.

Yan Bei shook his head, moved his body slightly, and with just a slight movement, his internal organs suddenly churned, as if they were twisted together, and he shivered in pain.

"Yanbei? Yanbei!" Seeing Yanbei's distorted expression suddenly, Song Boyi hurried over to call him.

Yan Bei only felt the pain for a moment, and then he recovered, but at this moment, he felt light all over his body, his hands and feet no longer obeyed him, and he couldn't move.

Yanbei smiled wryly.

That's it.

Song Boyi was still calling him, lifted his upper body, and embraced him in her arms.

"Bookworm..." With the last of his strength, Yan Bei smiled and said to Song Boyi: "Can you help me say sorry to Qin Yi?"

Song Boyi hugged Yanbei without saying a word, blood oozes from the corner of his tightly biting lips.

"Also, I owe you an apology." Yan Bei continued.

"Don't go..." Song Boyi shook his head and muttered.

But he knew it was impossible after he said it, and finally said with a bit of despair: "You go slowly..."

Yan Bei really walked very slowly, his breathing gradually calmed down, until it was so quiet that there was no sound at all, until his body, which was not very warm at first, became even colder.

Song Boyi's heart was so empty that he couldn't even shed tears.

"Don't let you see Qin Yi, will you hate me?" Song Boyi asked the cold Yan Bei when it was almost dawn.

"If you hate me, come to me for revenge in the next life, okay? I'll let you beat me, scold me, poison me, as long as I can meet you again."

As Song Boyi said, he hugged the person in his arms even tighter, "We don't want to meet Qin Yi in the next life, okay? I'll be with you all the time in the next life, okay?"

No one can answer these questions of Song Boyi, at least in his present life, there will be no next Yanbei.

Qin Yi didn't know that Song Boyi was not in the capital, but that day when he asked his servants to give him some things, the servants found that he was not at home. Later, Qin Yi sent people to search all the restaurants and brothels in the capital. Still not seeing Song Boyi, Qin Yi knew that Song Boyi had left Beijing.

As for where Song Boyi went, Qin Yi didn't want to find out, so he just left, let him go.