Glued up by my father's nemesis

Qi Jingsi specially went to the market today to buy fresh live fish, boiled a large pot of milky white fish soup, picked out the fish meat and crushed it, and carefully picked out every small thorn before cooking. In front of this bowl of longevity noodles.

"This fish soup is still simple." He hugged Yan Fei and said softly: "It's the birthday buns that stumped me. When I was young, making dumplings with my uncle was like a war. Southerners always make pasta. I'm not good at it, so I have to trouble Yan Yi to pick you up."

Seeing the bowl of milky white fish soup birthday noodles and the small dish of birthday buns in front of him, tears filled Yan Fei's eyes instantly.

"Don't cry." Qi Jingsi bowed and wiped away the tears that were about to burst from the corners of Yan Fei's eyes, "It's unlucky to cry on a birthday."

"Hurry up and eat. I've been busy all day. My little uncle said that the fish soup smells fishy when it's cold."

Yan Fei obediently picked up the chopsticks, put a sandwich of noodles into his mouth, tears fell into the bowl despite disappointment.

He finally couldn't help but plunged into Qi Jingsi's arms, tears welling up like a fountain.

"Yan Fei is so lucky to have you waiting for me with all my heart."

"How lucky I am." Qi Jingsi rubbed Yan Fei's hair, and pulled him out of his arms.

"In the past, I never believed that you would really like me. I didn't know what I was worth. I felt that I would only make you wronged." He wiped away Yan Fei's tears, "So, you have always been chasing me Me, coaxing me, but I dare not even say a word of liking."

"Yan Fei——" He looked seriously into Yan Fei's moist and beautiful eyes, "I won't say that I love you forever, I don't know how far forever is, and what kind of future it will happen in."

"But I'll just keep loving you—"

"From this moment on, I'll be with you, and we won't be separated no matter where we go, okay?"

Yan Fei looked at Qi Jingsi, already sobbing so hard that he could only nod his head desperately.

Once, when he took a step forward, Qi Jingsi would retreat three feet, but even so, he still couldn't let it go; he didn't know why, but he felt like a joke in love.

But at this moment he realized that the person in front of him——

worth it.

Although Qi Jingsi said that she was not worthy of Yan Fei's love, as Lin Yu once said, to Yan Fei, it was nothing more than willingness.

"So—" Qi Jingsi bowed and kissed the tears that could not be wiped away on Yan Fei's cheek, "Tomorrow, I will go with you."

"You..." Yan Fei stared at Qi Jingsi in shock, lost his voice again, and shook his head desperately.

"At the outskirts of the city, you saw that the servants around me were all dead, why didn't you leave?"

"Later on the top of the mountain, there was a pack of horrific wolves in front of me. I told you to run quickly, so why did you stay?"

Qi Jingsi hugged Yan Fei into his arms, "Yan Fei, if a wave hit the river embankment, would you leave me and run away?"

"But...Jing Si..."

Yan Fei struggled to raise his face in Qi Jingsi's arms, but Qi Jingsi's thin lips blocked the rest of his persuasion into his throat.

The kiss ended with Qi Jingsi lightly biting Yan Fei's lower lip.

He seemed to want Yan Fei to remember something.

"If, tomorrow, I'm the one who is going to take risks alone—" He touched Yan Fei's forehead, "Will you let me go alone?"

Yan Fei looked into Qi Jingsi's eyes and suddenly burst into tears.

He licked the bloody smell on his lips, and suddenly understood what Qi Jingsi wanted him to remember——

Regardless of the sea of ​​thorns and flowers in the road ahead, perhaps from the moment they met, they were destined to spend a lifetime together.

"Jingsi, do you know? Master Zhu refused to accept Yan Yi on the first day when he first entered Yulin Academy." He raised his face and rubbed the tip of Qi Jingsi's nose. Crying nasal voice, "At that time, I brought Yan Yi and knelt in front of Master Zhu's door. Yan Yi saw me arguing with Master Zhu, and was too scared to speak, and kept tugging on my sleeve."

"At that time, Master Zhu said before accepting Yan Yi, if we talk about eloquence, if there is no Mr. Guangji in the world, I will hardly have a rival—"

"I just figured it out today." He leaned back into Qi Jingsi's arms again, "Master Zhu may be mistaken sometimes."

Normally, Qi Jingsi seemed taciturn, but once he spoke, he could only be persuaded.

Qi Jingsi smiled and circled Yan Fei, and picked up the bowl of longevity noodles on the table from behind, "Eat some more."

Yan Fei also smirked, picked up the chopsticks and ate a couple of mouthfuls by himself, not forgetting to turn around and give it to Qi Jingsi's mouth.

The two frolicked and sat down the table, Yan Fei turned around and saw that there seemed to be something in Qi Jingsi's arms, with a corner protruding from the front of his front.

"What is this?" He stared at Qi Jingsi, "Birthday gift?"

"Probably." Qi Jingsi pulled out the letterhead from his bosom, "But I didn't send it."

"It was left by my little uncle before, and said that if there is a chance, teach me to give it to you on your 20th birthday."

Yan Fei opened the envelope curiously and nervously, the tears that had just been contained just now could no longer be contained.

He couldn't go to the academy to study because of eye disease since he was a child, and he changed many masters back and forth; he finally joined Yulin Academy. He was a student of Master Zhu in name, but he was no longer the disciple who entered the house like Lin Yu and Chang Haozhen.

He had not been in the academy for a long time, and with the fact that there were dozens of students in the academy, the relationship between Master Zhu and him was nothing more than granting him poems and books.

The person who really taught him to be an official and to deal with things wisely was actually Lin Yu.

When Mr. Guangji was dying, he emptied all the knowledge he had learned all his life. Even he himself said that Yan Fei seemed to be his only student.

Although it is not as affectionate as the "father and son" between Qi Jingsi and Lin Yu who have lived together for more than ten years, Lin Yu is also a teacher, a friend, and a family member to Yan Fei, which is of great significance.

The letterhead in his hand is Lin Yu's own handwriting.

In the letter, Lin Yu said with a smile that he never imagined that in his life, he would take the initiative to regain the title of "Eight Dou Talent" Lin Guangji. Leave Yan Fei a sign in a dignified way.

"Little uncle..." Yan Fei held the letter with trembling hands, cried and said to Qi Jingsi, "Give me the letter..."

"Crane Guard."

Qi Jingsi nodded, Yan Fei fell into his arms and cried for a long time.

"Okay." He kissed Yan Fei's heart, "Morrow's eyes are swollen like walnuts, how can I go out on business?"

He watched Yan Fei raise his head aggrievedly in his arms, and comforted him again: "If little uncle is here, I don't want to see you like this."

"Then..." Yan Fei sobbed, "What does little uncle want to see?"

"He wants to see—" Qi Jingsi embraced Yan Fei again, "We are all fine."

"Ayan." He drooped his chin on Yan Fei's heart, and his voice was as soft as talking to himself, "I also want you to be well."

This was the first time Qi Jingsi called him so affectionately, Yan Fei raised his face in Qi Jingsi's arms touched.

Although Qi Jingsi was raised by Lin Yu, she seemed to be at two extremes with Lin Yu in every aspect, gentle versus irritable, reserved versus straightforward.

But Qi Jingsi's frank emotions have always been only his irritable part, and other aspects have been buried very deeply.

Only now did Yan Fei understand why, after Yan Yi's sudden visit that night, Qi Jingsi kept hugging him so tightly even in his sleep——

Qi Jingsi didn't say anything on the surface, and gave him all the respect and support, but in his heart, he was more worried about his accident than anyone else.

Only now did he understand that Qi Jingsi was more afraid of losing herself than anyone else.

"Jingsi." He tiptoed slightly and put his arms around Qi Jingsi's neck, "Where's the congratulatory gift?"

"What?" Qi Jingsi lowered her head in confusion, bumping into Yan Fei's upturned nose.

"Little uncle has given me congratulatory gifts—" Yan Fei gently kissed Qi Jingsi's cheek, "Where's yours?"

"Me?" Qi Jingsi smiled helplessly, "Aren't I still eating the soft food of Zhuangyuan Lang, how can I have private money to prepare gifts?"

"That won't work, it's a gift for a weak crown to become an adult—" Yan Fei raised his eyebrows capriciously, "You must give me something."

Qi Jingsi still smiled, "Then what does Zhuangyuan Lang want?"

"You promised—" Yan Fei approached Qi Jingsi and whispered, "Pack yourself up and send me off."

The warm breath patted Qi Jingsi's ear, making him blush and bewildered for a moment.

"I……"

Just as he was about to speak, Yan Fei's lips came together.

A hot current swept through his whole body at this moment, he simply pressed the person on the edge of the table and kissed him thoroughly, then hugged him horizontally.

Yan Fei buried his blushing face into his arms, and he slowly put her down on the couch.

"Yan Fei, have you made up your mind?"

With such an obvious hint, he is not a fool; on the contrary, lying in front of the bloody young man is his sweetheart, with a perfect face blushing.

"If you go any further, there's really no turning back."

"Do you still want to go back?"

Yan Fei's voice was mixed with slight panting, he stretched out his hand to brush away a strand of Qi Jingsi's drooping temple hair, and looked seriously into the other's eyes.

In the past, they slept on their feet, and they always slept casually, but since recently Qi Jingsi always hugged him tightly, even if there was any reaction, he couldn't hide it.

His chest heaved violently.

"Qi Jingsi, I've already thought about it during the torrential rain in the back alley of Yulin Academy."

Under the thin blue shirt, Qi Jingsi only knew that Yan Fei was born thin, but did not expect him to be so thin.

He was so distressed, but he couldn't help but want to rub the person into his arms and crush him, so that he could become one with himself.

"Ayan—"

Between the swaying bed and curtains, there are the boy's gasps and intermittent whispers.

"A little later than you..."

"But on my way to Beijing, I never looked back."

The author has something to say: OK!It's all done!

Tomorrow, the journey of tearing up the scumbags with hands, starts!