strayed into the world

Strange to say.The person who should have slept soundly and would not be disturbed by thunder was suddenly awakened by the hollow arm.After waking up, the place next to him was empty, and the person who was supposed to be obediently lying in his arms was gone.The quilt was still warm, and it was obvious that the man had just left. ...Quan Ce paused, got up and got out of bed, put on a coat and walked out of the room.

Although the heater was still on, Quan Ce still felt the coolness of the morning and he couldn't help pulling the coat draped over his shoulders.When did you start being so afraid of the cold?Was it infected by that person? ... Quan Ce thought about it.Go downstairs.

It was still dark at this time, except for a few guards, the villa was very big and scary.

Walking through the living room, and walking a few more steps, you can already see the familiar back, slender and lonely, pulled by the faint light of the morning. The shoulders are as thin as a piece of paper, but the abrupt shoulder blades on the back are extraordinarily stubborn.Through the clothes, it seems that a pair of wings can be flapped at any time.I'm used to seeing him walk around the house in pajamas after getting up, saying that he is lazy or doesn't know how to take care of himself, and sometimes he even wears pajamas all day long if he doesn't go out.When I found out that he had this habit, I couldn't change it.

Gradually approach him.The weak light can always easily penetrate the clean cloth, making people feel that he will disappear in an instant into the gap and completely evaporate, and the heat rises in the air. What is he cooking at this time? ... Without saying a word, Quan Ce quietly watched the man's every move.

The man didn't notice that he was behind him at all, he focused on the things on the stove, and stirred them with a spoon from time to time... Thinking about it, did he prepare breakfast so seriously yesterday, so that he could eat it after he got up? He had a hearty breakfast. He thought that such a scene full of happiness and warmth could only be encountered in dreams in this life. It was he who made him have such a morning. It was the first time that he felt 'happiness'. It turned out to be so simple.However... until he saw that figure suddenly trembled, and his back gradually bowed, he pressed his stomach with one hand, and supported his body with the other hand on the stove. This kind of stillness did not last long. I also retracted it and pressed it against my stomach, and slowly squatted down into a ball with my bowed body, with my head buried in my knees... This is a complete painful process.

It is a century-long slow motion, and the whole process is as quiet as a pantomime...

Quan Ce's silence continued, and those deep eyes were filled with a thick fog that would not melt for thousands of years.If Xiao Nai was here, he would definitely shout 'cataracts' at the top of his voice

It was only 1 minute, and Quan Ce thought that an hour had passed... The man was obviously still suffering from pain, but he tried to stand up, leaning on the stove, his body shaking like a broken leaf in the wind, what was he stubborn about, what was he stubborn about, like that The dilapidated body made Quan Ce's accumulated emotions finally find an outlet to pour out. No... there is nowhere to hide.He strode over and grabbed the man's shoulders with both hands, pulling him over abruptly and looking directly at him,

"Enough!" Feeling the trembling of their palms, as well as the surprise and suppressed panic on the pale cheeks in front of them.

"Policy?"

Ignoring his panic, the whole plan only got those white cheeks, which made him go crazy, "What the hell are you doing?! I said what the hell are you doing! En?"

Qing Che was already surprised by Quan Ce's sudden appearance, and now that he was being severely reprimanded by him, he was even more at a loss, and his stomach, which had calmed down a little before, began to ache again.Explain to him that he didn't even know that his lips were turning pale at the moment, "I, I'm just making ginger soup for you."

"What ginger soup are you cooking early in the morning! You have nothing to do, right?" Quan Ce doesn't know what shit ginger soup is, chicken soup or what kind of soup. He only knows that this man has stood here for a long time with his broken body pale...

"No! No..." Quan Ce's angry eyes are what scares Qing Che the most. The sourness in a person with low self-esteem and sensitivity quickly creeps up to his red eyes, and his hesitant tongue is tied up. "Aunt Chen said that today will be very difficult." Cold, I, I want to make some ginger soup for...for you..."

……He cooks these damn ginger soups for him regardless of his body…?Quan Ce's sudden silence spread between the two of them... Watching a line of liquid overflow from those dark eyes... Burning and stinging.

"why?"

... When Quan Ce spoke again after being silent for nearly 30 seconds, his previous excitement was gone, and his tone was depressed, as well as some indescribable loss.But there was no intention to let go of him in his hand, he felt the man trembling in the palm of his hand, he just held him firmly in front of his eyes.

"Why are you always like this..." Why does it always make me feel that I owe you a lot... Why do you give everything you have to me every time, enduring the pain like this, won't you feel sad if you don't get anything in return?Don't feel like giving up?give up on me?Isn't it great?

"... "

At this time, the ginger soup on the fire is ready.Very good.He was ecstatic as if seeing his long-awaited baby, with a satisfied smile on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were moist.

Was it the sudden hollowness in his palm, or the loss and sadness that occupied his mind after he turned around, making him almost forget to breathe in the next few seconds.This person... Turned around and completely separated from him, and a move caused a ripple.This man... holding the porcelain bowl of ginger soup turned around again, his eyes were as clear as a rainbow, he was smiling, soft and beautiful like an angel, and he was saying to him,

"Ce, drink it. I cooked it..."

This person, with such a dreamy smile like a fairy tale, is a vine that makes him lose his mind, flows upstream into a river along the great sadness, and then breaks the embankment.His eyes were red, he knew he had become a Shura.With a strong swing of his arm, he hit those icy hands hard. Along with the other party's screams of panic, he saw the porcelain bowl fall from his hand as he wished, and fell to the ground, creating a crisp symphony with the floor.The hot liquid splashed all over the floor, wet the trousers, and the man's eyes.

"...my soup..." Frightened, Qing Che stared blankly at the scattered debris and the mess that was still steaming and wet the floor. The beating made his hand hurt as if it was about to rot, the beating made his world blurred, and the wounds he thought he had healed were all split open at once, and it was not just a piece of porcelain that was knocked down by all means, it was his scattered and broken heart.

"Never mind that bullshit soup! I didn't ask you to make this either!"

"My soup..." But Qing Che didn't seem to hear Quan Ce's words, and repeated a sentence to himself like a dream, staring at the broken ground without blinking, his whole body seemed to be taken away The soul is like a lost soul, "The soup... spilled..." It's not just the floor that is in a mess.

Quan Ce looked at Qing Che who was completely frozen, and saw him slowly squatting down, murmuring like a puppet out of control, did he try to pick up those pieces?Does he want to take back the scattered soup with his hands?Doesn't this foolish person understand the truth that water cannot be recovered?Or he is already stupid.I was driven completely stupid by myself.

"Get up." Without bending over, Quan Ce just looked down at the people squatting on the ground, speaking in an orderly tone.

And it was rare for that person not to obey him, and his silent resistance frustrated Quan Ce.He grabbed his arm and wanted to pull him up, but the man resisted, pushing and refusing to pull his hand away, and he hugged his knees and buried his head very low, so he couldn't see the face But I can already guess that at this time, tears must be streaming down my face. ...Quan Ce stood where he was, staring at the shivering man in front of him, motionless,

"Don't do this to me..." The voice that came out trembled violently but was exceptionally clear. "Do not do this to me."

"Qing Che."...Quan Ce felt that he had been thinking for a long time, brewing for a long time, and then adjusted his emotions for a long time before he could barely utter this name. The owner of this name made him feel powerless like never before. "Get up first, do you hear me?" He lost his previous momentum, and he had actually compromised.

...The man was silent for a moment, and then the soft voice drifted into Quan Ce's ears, sadder than a dirge, more bewitching than sweet words,

"...I am not the old me, Ce... I can't go back. That me died long ago, in Ji Gong three years ago..."

The void after the powerlessness, why even the pain cannot be wiped away.Quan Ce seemed to be bound physically and mentally by that voice, his body was stiff but his heart was about to lose blood.

"I don't know what else I can do for you. You don't like me making soup for you... Then, will I be able to help you when I go to Liao San?"

The child's murmur was like a curse from a nightmare, which made Quan Ce's heart ache, and the pain was so painful that he was speechless and unable to explain.

So he heard it all...

"You will think that I am humble or cowardly or have no self-esteem... I am used to thinking that I will be hated by you at any time... I really have nothing left, liking you and treating you is like my life Everything in it... so it doesn't matter if you use it, as long as it can help you, I am willing to do anything..."

All in all, a comprehensive plan occupied Xia Qingche's entire world.

"Anyway, I was...dirty..."

The trembling ending finally ended in Quan Ce's strong and powerful arms. Sure enough, these arms were more powerful, enclosing him in his world at once, listening to the strong heartbeat against his chest, this person is a What a man.That's why he was so infatuated with him.But he has long since lost the self-confidence to be able to walk with him, and he cannot even enter heaven after death.

"I told you that you are not allowed to say this word! Don't you understand?"

--ah.The voice of this man drilled into his heart with a convincing charm like his master's. Miraculously urging the wounds that were already bloody, this man was speaking spells to coax his soul into falling completely. ?What he said to him was too beautiful to be true.

"Sentimental guy! When did I say I was going to use you?"

As if he didn't hear it, he whispered like a nightmare, his hoarse voice pulled Quan Ce's soul, and it was about to tear apart...

"You don't know, I am willing to be used by you... I have nothing at all... I can't live at all... You gave me hope..."

This fool always suffers alone in a place where he can't see, licking and wiping the wound by himself...

He was so heart-wrenching.

The limp body fell before his eyes like a rag, and the flying tears splashed on his skin, scorching hot... He stretched out his hand to embrace him, clasped his head in one hand and rubbed it into his warm chest, the mournful sobs were overwhelmed. He drowns in expensive fabrics...

Fool, what a fool...

"Unless you die, don't even think about leaving my side!"

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