intangible heritage

Qin Sheng is old-fashioned in thinking, he pays attention to Feng Shui, and does not change the pattern easily, so six years have passed, when Jiang Xun set foot on this land again, it seems like yesterday is still in front of him.

"Come up." Jiang Xun stood on the second floor, looking down at Qin Rong, his beautiful face was blue with porcelain white, the corners of his eyes were still red, and he looked charming, but his clothes were buttoned to the top , covering the swan-like neck tightly.

Gee.

Jiang Xun snorted, whether Qin Rong really didn't know, or pretended not to know, he was more attractive like this.

"Which one is your current room?"

Qin Rong pursed his lips and put away the broken glasses. His myopia was close to [-] degrees, and he could see roughly without wearing glasses, but he got used to wearing them. Without glasses, he could only squint. Direction, pointing to the first room facing inward on the second floor, "It's still there."

From the first day he moved into the Qin residence, he lived in the first room on the second floor, and now more than ten years later, he still lives in the first room on the second floor.

Jiang Xun lowered his head and deliberately approached, "Can't you see clearly?"

Warm breath rushed towards his face, Qin Rong frowned uncomfortably, but did not avoid it, he said: "It's okay."

Jiang Xun turned around and said as he walked, "The old man didn't let you live on the third floor?"

Qin Rong followed behind him, thinking about how to get Jiang Xun to send Qin Nian back. He was worried about angering Jiang Xun, so he answered whatever Jiang Xun asked.

"No."

The third floor belongs to Qin Sheng's space, no one can set foot there, Qin Rong only goes up occasionally to report work.

Jiang Xun pushed open Qin Rong's room door, and the air was filled with orange blossom-flavored pheromones. He raised his eyebrows and said, "The smell of pheromones is not suitable for you."

Qin Rong didn't want to answer, he knew that Jiang Xun said this, it must not be a good time, as expected, Jiang Xun didn't need him to agree, and said directly: "You can't cover up your omega pheromone anger."

He leaned against the door, looked around, and cast his gaze on Qin Rong wantonly. Qin Rong's lips were stiff from the sight, and now he felt as if he had been stripped naked and thrown on the street.

Everyone thought that the little Qin of the Qin family was always an alpha, but only Qin Sheng and Jiang Xun knew that he, Qin Rong, was an out-and-out omega, who could only serve as a vase to appease the alpha-loving lower races.

"Come here." Jiang Xun sat down on the edge of the bed boldly, and hooked his fingers towards Qin Rong.

Qin Rong stood there stiffly.

Jiang Xun said casually, "Do you still want to see the little bastard?"

This is Qin Rong's weakness. He closed his eyes and walked slowly towards Jiang Xun. Before that, he closed the door first.

"The movement is so fucking slow!" Jiang Xun pulled Qin Rong impatiently, and pushed him back on the soft bed. Qin Rong let out a muffled groan, his whole body was as stiff as a corpse.

Qin Rong struggled, "Today is the master's funeral."

He was reminding Jiang Xun that if he wanted the property of the Qin family, he had to at least show it to the face.

Jiang Xun didn't take it seriously, "There are many people going to his funeral, so I'm the only one left." He lowered his head and whispered into Qin Rong's ear, "Compared to this, I want to feel you better, after so many years How about being developed by the old stuff, won't it be as boring as the first time?"

Memories of the past flooded in with these words, Qin Rong gritted his teeth, and a humiliated red surface appeared on his face, "Jiang Xun——"

"It's A Xun." Jiang Xun smiled, stretched out his hand and pressed Qin Rong's lips fiercely, rubbing against the soft place repeatedly, "Brother only calls me A Xun, did you forget?"

The warm and lingering tone made Qin Rong tremble all over, and the scar around his neck was aching again, soaking into the marrow of his bone, how could he forget?

When he entered the Qin residence, Jiang Xun was only in his early 11 years old. Jiang Xun, who inherited his mother's appearance, had been exquisite since he was a child, wearing a small suit, like a delicate little prince.

The little prince stood on the stairs, looked at him curiously, and then walked down slowly, holding Qin Rong's hand, "I'm Xun, beautiful brother, what's your name?"

Qin Rong resisted the urge to pull his hand back, and said in a flat voice, "Young master, my name is Qin Rong."

"It's A Xun," the little prince corrected, "Brother's name is really nice." He rolled his eyes and said coquettishly, "Brother, you should squat down."

Qin Rong did as he said, and as soon as he squatted down, the left side of his face was pressed against him. The little prince looked at him with piercing eyes, as if looking at a toy he couldn't put it down, "I'm an alpha, but I'm not yet Growing up, I can't mark my brother, so this kiss is a mark, it's A Xun's mark."

Qin Rong's face was ugly for a moment, and he said: "Young master... I am also an alpha."

The little prince frowned unhappily, "It's Xun, not the young master."

Qin Rong raised his head and looked at Qin Sheng who was hiding in the shadows. He didn't answer the address until he saw the other party nodding.

"Brother, remember, you can only call me A Xun."

A sharp pain dragged Qin Rong back from his memories. Jiang Xun was dissatisfied with Qin Rong's distraction, and bit Qin Rong's lower lip hard, "What is brother thinking? Missing me? Or old things?"

"No one thought about it." Qin Rong opened his head in pain, he pushed Jiang Xun's chest, and discussed with him: "It's getting late, you don't have to go, but at least let me go."

Jiang Xun snorted, "Do you think you can go?"

Qin Rong said in a deep voice: "Do you want those people to see the Qin family's jokes?"

Jiang Xun lifted the quilt to cover him and Qin Rong. He lay down on his side, his arms locked around Qin Rong's waist like iron chains, "They laugh as soon as they want to. What does it have to do with me? My surname is Jiang, not Qin Rong. gone."

"Sleep." Jiang Xun yawned, seeing that he really wasn't going to let Qin Rong wake up.

Qin Rong naturally refused to give up, and kept resisting under Jiang Xun's confinement, but Jiang Xun didn't move, as if he was really asleep.

The morning sun is scattered like gold leaf, and there is an occasional breeze passing through the half-opened window, which looks warm and peaceful, if the other person lying on the bed is not struggling all over his face.

Just when Qin Rong was making the last resistance, Jiang Xun suddenly opened his eyes, his chest was pressed tightly against Qin Rong's back, and his voice was hoarse, "I just want to hug you to sleep now, you are moving around , I don’t know what I want to do.”

After feeling something against him, Qin Rong really didn't move, and lay stiffly in Jiang Xun's arms.

Jiang Xun laughed mockingly, closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep.

After a while, after confirming that Jiang Xun was really asleep, Qin Rong moved Jiang Xun's hand away carefully and gently, for fear of waking Jiang Xun up, but after moving away, he did not get up, but turned around and shrank. Entering Jiang Xun's arms, put his hands around his waist again, and after doing all this, his body relaxed, as if he had removed all the camouflage in an instant.

He stared at Jiang Xun's sleeping face without moving for a long time, and finally he reached out and touched Jiang Xun's lower lip very lightly.

"A Xun..."

do you still hate me

[The author has something to say]: ~ Re-opening the article is because I participated in the essay competition!

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By the way, I'll give you another warning: Gongshou's brains are not normal!They are all masters who have long mouths and can't speak well!