Kanto Fengyue

went to the bathroom.

After vomiting painfully for a while, I felt better.Han Jianfeng leaned on the wall and slowly straightened his body, staggeringly walked to the faucet, reached out and turned on the faucet, and washed his face in a hurry.

Reaching out to reach for the towel, he just lifted his foot and took a step when he staggered and fell down, only to be supported from behind suddenly.He felt someone blowing air behind his ear, and turned around immediately.Zhao Yuzheng was dressed in a straight suit, and looked at him with a half-smile: "Mr. Han, are you okay?"

Han Jianfeng stretched out his hand, broke away from his embrace calmly, and smiled a little dejectedly: "I drank a little too much."

Zhao Yuzheng reached out and handed him a towel, Han Jianfeng took it and said, "Thank you."

Zhao Yuzheng approached him: "Mr. Han, we are old acquaintances. Why are you so polite?"

Han Jianfeng took a breath slowly, not wanting to tangle with him, and said in a cold tone: "This is different from the past. Now Mr. Zhao is promoted steadily, and Mr. Han is a commoner. I don't dare to lose the etiquette, it is better to be cautious." He was about to leave, but he was a little drunk now, and his steps were unsteady.

Zhao Yuzheng immediately stepped forward to stop him, and continued to pester him with a smile on his face: "Mr. Han, you are from your mother's family, and I am from your in-law's family. We are a family to begin with, so we should get closer."

Han Jianfeng looked at him coldly, stepped back a little, and put some distance away from him: "Master Zhao and I can't climb high, it's called different ways, we don't conspire with each other."

Zhao Yuzheng raised his eyes and looked at him for a long time. Although Han Jianfeng was drunk at the moment, his unrestrained drunkenness was even more tempting.The more he looked at it, the more he felt that Han Jianfeng's posture was quite provocative, and he really wanted to strip him naked immediately and have a good time with him.Looking at him with scorching eyes: "What did Mr. Han say? We have cooperated before. I can still vividly remember those days in Beiman."

Han Jianfeng raised his eyebrows: "Really? I can't remember." Sneered: "I seem to remember that you owed a beating back then, and it hasn't changed at all now." The implication is that if this gentleman is no longer sensible, he will Get hands-on lessons if you want.

Zhao Yuzheng smiled nonchalantly, and leaned over to hug him: "Mr. Han is like this, not to mention using force, but he can't even walk steadily. I think I'll help you."

Han Jianfeng pushed him away with an elbow: "I understand, no need."

Zhao Yuzheng was a bearded man who came out of the bandits' lair, naturally he was not thin-skinned, and he was not angry, so he stretched out his hand to grab Han Jianfeng, and suddenly pulled him against the wall: "Let me give you a hand."

Han Jianfeng was quite annoyed by him, and had lost his patience. He scolded displeasedly: "What do you want, Zhao?"

Zhao Yuzheng grinned, and leaned closer to him: "I want to be with you. With my current status, we will join hands and we will definitely be able to make a fortune in Manchuria."

Han Jianfeng smiled coldly, and immediately refused: "Unfortunately, I'm not interested."

Zhao Yuzheng's eyes flashed brightly: "He who knows the current affairs is a hero, don't be ignorant." Then he shot and pressed his knuckles, and hit Han Jianfeng hard with his shoulder.

Han Jianfeng groaned and fell on top of him, Zhao Yuzheng was overjoyed and hugged him.Feeling that Han Jianfeng was already limp at this moment, as if he couldn't exert any strength, he took a bite against his slender neck: "Jianfeng, I miss you so much." He thought that Han Jianfeng had lost his resistance, Rubbing the person leaning in his arms, she hurriedly unbuttoned his belt.

I don't know when Han Jianfeng's hand was like a ghost, and suddenly pinched him around his neck, and his throat lock was as sharp as electricity.In an instant, the situation between the two was out of place.Zhao Yuzheng looked at him incredulously, and was stunned for a while.

"A good attacker must have a kind appearance and a gentle voice, so that he can kill his opponent with one blow when he is relaxed. This is called hiding a needle in the cotton, do you understand?" Han Jianfeng clasped his neck and strangled him tightly. Pressing against the wall, the other hand clenched a pen tightly, and the tip of the pen pointed at Zhao Yuzheng's throat with a cold light.The search was very strict at the wedding, and neither of them was carrying any weapons.However, if the tip of a sharp pen is poked into a person's throat, it can still be killed instantly.

Han Jianfeng's peach blossom eyes shot straight at Zhao Yuzheng with killing intent, and there was a gloomy little flame inside, flickering and flickering.Zhao Yuzheng was covered in cold sweat and dared not move.He knew that Han Jianfeng was a man of both civil and military skills, even if he killed someone, he was more straightforward than other martial artists.

Han Jianfeng was very close to him, so close that he could hear his gloomy and tyrannical heartbeat, which stirred his nerves.

Han Jianfeng clenched the pen tightly, his body was a little stiff, cold sweat oozes from his forehead, and a bloodthirsty pleasure gradually came to his mind: "I really want to kill him. I really want to!" The tip of the pen touched Zhao Yuzheng's throat On, slowly slide down a bloody mouth.Han Jianfeng struggled inwardly, suppressing this bloodthirsty urge.

At this critical moment, the door of the bathroom was opened with a bang. He Yaoting stood at the door, surprised for a moment, and then immediately said, "Jian Feng, why are you here?" He pulled it away, snatched the pen from his hand, and briefly explained to Zhao Yuzheng: "Master Zhao, Jianfeng drank too much, don't take it wrong, I will apologize to you on his behalf."

Zhao Yuzheng waved his hand, and then he said haha: "What did Mr. He say. It's understandable to make trouble after drinking. We are all acquaintances, so we can't hurt the friendship."

He Yaoting smiled slightly: "Brother Zhao is really magnanimous, younger brother is ashamed. Jian Feng is very drunk, I have to take him back immediately. Another day I will personally take him to the house to apologize."

Zhao Yuzheng laughed: "There's no need to make amends. I didn't take such a trivial matter to heart. If Mr. He is willing, I welcome you at any time."

He Yaoting nodded with a smile, said goodbye briefly, and left in a hurry with Han Jianfeng on his back.

When they got in the car, Han Jianfeng leaned back on the seat, and said in a sullen voice, "I almost couldn't hold back just now, just a little bit." If He Yaoting hadn't appeared in time, he might have given Zhao Yuzheng a sudden impulse. stabbed.

Looking at the situation, He Yaoting probably guessed what happened just now, and gave him a cold look: "I also hate Zhao Yuzheng. But now he is a popular person around Jin Jiayuan, killing him will cause a lot of trouble. Don't make trouble for me."

Han Jianfeng replied briefly: "I know, it won't happen in the future."

He Yaoting frowned, and said a lesson: "I know you are in a bad mood recently, so I don't care about you, and you should think twice before doing anything in the future."

Han Jianfeng frowned, and replied impatiently, "Got it."

Seeing him like this, He Yaoting was also a little angry, but seeing that he was very drunk, he didn't bother with him: "Don't be impatient. I warned you before, don't be too emotional with Shen Ye, now you are looking for trouble Who can be blamed."

Han Jianfeng frowned and interrupted him: "Don't mention him." Then he tilted his head and rubbed against He Yaoting's shoulder. On his neck, he muttered: "I have a headache." Although the tone was terrible, but that inadvertently provocative little gesture had already made He Yaoting's throat dry, and his face felt hot.

He Yaoting stretched out his hand to help him gently press his temple, and asked softly, "Is it better?"

Han Jianfeng played childishly and said, "It's not good."

He Yaoting rubbed him a few more times: "How about this?"

Han Jianfeng still frowned: "It's not good." He turned around and hugged He Yaoting, "It's so uncomfortable."

He Yaoting didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he knew Han Jianfeng who was awake would not be so capricious.Now it seems that he is really drunk, and then he patted him comfortingly: "I will be home in a while, and I will feel comfortable when I get home and sleep."

The car drove very fast, Han Jianfeng was groggy all the way, and He Yaoting was dizzy even though he didn't drink much.As soon as the car stopped, when the door opened, Han Jianfeng vomited violently when he got out of the car.After vomiting, his mind cleared up, but his legs were no longer in control.The servant came up to help, but He Yaoting stopped him with a cold look, and finally drove him into the bedroom staggeringly.

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☆、Mantra after drinking

He Yaoting carried Han Jianfeng back to his room, instead of sending him back to Han's mansion, but took him back to He's mansion by a strange coincidence.

After carrying him upstairs with great difficulty, He Yaoting's body was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and because of drinking, his whole body was steaming.He was usually very clean, and couldn't bear this sticky feeling, so he simply took a shower and felt better, and then changed into clean clothes from the closet.

Han Jianfeng lay on the bed, turned over, and uttered a long low moan in pain.He Yaoting was halfway through changing his clothes, but before he had buttoned them up, he rushed over with his arms open.

Seeing him struggling to get up, he stretched out his hand to help him up, and asked with concern, "What's the matter, Jian Feng? What's wrong?"

Han Jianfeng frowned and muttered, "My head hurts."

He Yaoting hurriedly said, "Why don't I go find you painkillers."

Just as he was about to look for it, Han Jianfeng stretched out his hand to hold him: "No, I'll just bear it for a while."

Han Jianfeng suddenly raised his eyes, looked directly into his eyes with affection, and called softly: "Yao Ting."

He Yaoting raised his eyebrows: "En?" He said, thinking that there was something wrong with him.

Han Jianfeng kept looking at him, his eyes were a little obsessed: "You are so beautiful. You are much more beautiful than Shen Ye." The voice continued softly: "But you are not as good-hearted as him. You are cruel, but he is soft-hearted."

He Yaoting gave him a hard look: "He's good. Why don't you let him carry you back."

Han Jianfeng smiled slyly, her long eyelashes fluttered and trembled, her pair of peach blossom eyes smiled crookedly, and her pupils were wet and sparkling, sparkling in the dark night, touching people's hearts and souls.

The corner of He Yaoting's eyes twitched, knowing that he was drunk, because under normal circumstances, Han Jianfeng would not smile so charmingly at him.

After Han Jianfeng laughed, he stretched out his index finger and tapped the gorgeous poppy tattoo on He Yaoting's shoulder.Scratching gently one by one, his eyes were so gentle that water came out: "This tattoo is still there." The thin calluses on the fingertips from practicing the piano rubbed against the skin, and He Yaoting was so excited by him. Itchy, he took a breath, feeling that the itching had been creeping into his heart from his shoulders, very unbearable.

She unconsciously licked her dry lips, and quickly held his hand to stop his silent teasing.He snorted coldly: "What is carved into the flesh and blood will always be there unless a layer of skin is torn off." There was already a look of forbearance on his face.

Unexpectedly, Han Jianfeng approached him, lowered his head suddenly, and gently kissed the flower bud on He Yaoting's collarbone with his two diamond lips. The delicate and dense kisses extended to the stamens on his shoulders like a drizzle, and finally stopped close to the heart. position of the stem.

He Yaoting was also faintly drunk after drinking, smelling the breath emanating from Han Jianfeng's body, the clear scent of mint mixed with the faint smell of dry tobacco mixed in the mellow smell of wine, forming a rich and ambiguous scent fragrant.

His body became weak uncontrollably, and he raised his neck involuntarily, allowing Han Jianfeng to complete this lingering kiss.The open shirt trembled slightly with the gradual heavy breathing and violent heartbeat.

Han Jianfeng gently blew on He Yaoting's face with drunken words: "I left this tattoo on your body, and you left a hole in my heart. It will never get better in this life."

He took He Yaoting's hand, pressed it on his heart, and sighed tenderly: "Yaoting, I...actually love you..." Warm palms clenched his cold hands and rubbed them, Tao Hua's eyes were full of tenderness, and there was a little bit of sadness in her gentle eyes, just a little bit, but it made people feel heartbroken.

"I...Actually...I have always loved you. I only love you. In the past ten years...I have only loved you in my heart." He whispered softly, and finally became I heard a sad sigh and heard it in my ears, which made people feel sad and heartbroken.

He Yaoting sighed lightly, and said calmly, "You're drunk."

Han Jianfeng kept looking at him with drunken eyes: "I'm drunk." He smiled wryly: "If I'm not drunk...how can I see people who are drunk." Suddenly he leaned close to He Yaoting's ear: "Yaoting, I'm going to tell you a secret today."

The ambiguous smell of alcohol blew in his ears: "You used to call my name in your dreams." This was said very softly, but the low and clear voice had a shocking and soul-stirring feeling.He Yaoting felt hot all over and shivered slightly.

He Yaoting turned his body slightly, and glared at him: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Han Jianfeng had no intention of ending the topic at all: "I know you won't admit it, but I heard...you called me." When he said this, he suddenly became self-willed, usually suppressing what he dared not say , spit out all at once: "Yao Ting, do you dream about Yao Yun more often, or me more? I guess...you must dream about me more."

He Yaoting's face darkened: "Jian Feng, you are talking nonsense after drinking, I don't care about you. You should take a good rest." Get up and leave.

Han Jianfeng suddenly became anxious, grabbed him and yanked him back: "Yao Ting, don't go." With too much force, he actually pulled He Yaoting back and fell into his arms.

Han Jianfeng reached out and hugged him from behind, imprisoned him in his arms, and whispered in his ear: "Actually, the person you really love is me. Why do you lie to yourself?" The warm breath made He Yaoting's ears tremble itch.

He Yaoting frowned and said: "You are not clear now, don't talk about it." His voice was cold, exuding a faint chill.

Han Jianfeng continued to stubbornly refuse to let go: "No, I want to say." He was usually calm and gentle at all times, but suddenly his temper became extremely difficult, which made He Yaoting unable to hold back. Frozen in his arms, not knowing how to react.

Han Jianfeng put his arms around him and continued to whisper softly in his ear: "When I wake up, I won't be able to say these words."

Changing a posture, his eyes just fell on He Yaoting's eyes, inch by inch like drizzle: "Yaoting, listen to me. I know you always have me in your heart, otherwise you wouldn't send Shen Ye to Go to the general's mansion. As long as I care a little bit about people, you can't tolerate them, and they must be completely destroyed." At the end, it turned into a faint sigh.

He Yaoting didn't change his face, and asked coldly: "You know?"

Han Jianfeng smiled bitterly: "I still don't know about your usual methods. It's a pity...to be a good person."

He Yaoting felt a little annoyed when he heard him say this, and began to sternly calculate: "He is a big smoker, don't tell me you don't know. What good can you do if you get involved with him." In the end, he was filled with righteous indignation the taste of.

Han Jianfeng sneered: "Of course I know that he smokes opium. But Shen Ye is a good man, and he treats me sincerely. I just want to have a company. Otherwise, in such a big house, even a person who talks to me and quarrels with me No." Although he was smiling, the curve of the corner of his mouth was extremely lonely: "But, you have to kill all the people around me before you are reconciled."

He Yaoting was completely annoyed, and scolded harshly: "Do you really need company that much? You don't care even if you are an unbearable heavy smoker? That Shen Ye is plain-looking and has a bad temper. What's so good about it?"

Han Jianfeng stretched out his hands to hold He Yaoting's shoulders, looked straight into his eyes, and there was a bit of viciousness in his eyes: "Of course he can't compare to you, no one can compare to you. If you are willing... There will be no one else in my life."

After finishing speaking, he suddenly hugged him tightly, resting his chin on He Yaoting's shoulder, trembling slightly as if shivering, and choked up in a low voice: "But...you don't want me." He hugged him, but seemed to be exhausted Similarly, the voice was weak and mournful, word by word: "You don't want me."

He Yaoting felt mixed feelings when he heard what he said.He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but when he opened his mouth, his throat was choked up, and then he felt sore in his heart.He felt blurred for a moment, and the corners of his eyes were hot, and when he raised his hand to wipe it, it turned out to be a hot teardrop, sliding down the corner of his eyes.

Han Jianfeng hugged him for a long time and regained his composure, and smiled coldly: "I know you want Yaoyun. But after you get him, you will be even more unhappy. If you are unhappy, you will want me to accompany you to be unhappy .” The tone was gentle and calm.

Because of those helpless past events, he didn't have any desire to possess He Yaoting, and he didn't have the kind of heart to insist on him.

Staying by his side for so many years is just to help him and hope he is doing well.But he is not doing well. On the surface, although he has a lot of money, he has a great career.But only Han Jianfeng can deeply feel the pain and loneliness in his heart.

He Yaoting felt a pain in his heart, and interrupted him with a hoarse voice: "Jian Feng, stop talking, stop talking..."

Han Jianfeng turned a deaf ear to it, and the gentle words flowed into his ears continuously: "Actually, I would like to be with you all the time, but you don't want me." He sighed softly: "I know you are suffering in your heart, but mine It's also bitter."

He Yaoting was slightly startled, took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Jian Feng, you know, I even killed my elder brother because of you."

As he spoke, he clenched his fists secretly: "I plotted against him at the time, just to make him disabled and prevent him from fighting with me. I never thought of killing him."

He smiled desolately: "But it's useless to say anything now." He clenched his teeth and said in a trembling voice, "As soon as I see you, I will remember it. This matter is in my heart, and I will never get over it." He was completely cold The moonlight is like a banished fairy in a painting, indifferent and alienated.

Han Jianfeng's complexion changed slightly, and he said sharply: "No, it's not. You didn't kill Yaoqing." Taking a deep breath, he said in a deep voice: "It was actually the old master who personally issued the order back then, and you didn't know the hidden truth behind it. .And I just happened to be a part of it, and I saw the whole thing happen.”

His gaze turned cold: "He Yaoqing is not the old man's biological son at all, he is a bastard born from an affair with an outsider."

He Yaoting's pale face added another layer of frost, and his eyes as deep as a cold pool suddenly burst into flames: "What did you say?" His face became even uglier: "Jian Feng, my elder brother is no longer here, I can't tolerate others Let's ruin his reputation."

Han Jianfeng smiled deeply: "What I said is the truth. Yaoqing is indeed not the father's biological son. The old man left a will before Yaoqing was alive, and it was clearly written in it that the eldest son is not his own." The voice became more and more serious. more grim.

He Yaoting was startled, and blurted out, "What will? Why don't I know!"

Han Jianfeng looked at him indifferently, and his face became even paler: "After Yaoqing died, the old man didn't want people to know about this scandal, and never mentioned it again. But he didn't know that this will was stolen by me. Hidden it. If you don't believe me, I can show it to you, and you can tell if it is the old man's notes."

He Yaoting knew that Han Jianfeng would not lie to him casually, so he could get a will when he said this, so he couldn't help being a little angry: "What you said is true? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Han Jianfeng smiled sadly: "I don't tell you because I'm afraid...I'm afraid that even if you know the truth, you still won't want me." Taking a deep breath, it took a long time to recover, and said slowly: "I I'd rather let Yao Qing's death become a problem for you, than face the reality that...you despise me because you care about..."

He Yaoting's mind froze with a buzz: "Jian Feng...Actually I...Actually I..." After murmuring for a long time, he finally said this sentence: "I'm sorry."

He put his arms around Han Jianfeng's waist, stroked it lightly, and his ribs scratched his tentacles.Can't help thinking sadly: "When did Jian Feng become so thin? Is it because of Shen Ye, or because of the unspeakable lovesickness."

"It's okay." Han Jianfeng hugged him tightly, sniffing the cold and bitter medicine smell all over his body, and sighed lightly: "It's okay." It's really rare for him to be so close to He Yaoting, unconsciously Some greedy selfishness arose on the ground, and he hugged him even tighter.

After a long time, he said softly: "I'm just sad, because you're not living well, and I'm sad." Every word and every word reveals a piercing pain.

He loves him and just wants him to be well.But He Yaoting's life is not good, even if he is with him, it will not be good.What's more, He Yaoting might never accept him.

"You always torture yourself, and then you torture me." He gently stroked He Yaoting's thin back with one hand: "You always don't know how to cherish yourself, who will love you except me."

The clear bones touched by his fingertips made him feel distressed, and he thought to himself: "Others think you are ruthless, only I know...you are a fire, and if you burn others...you will also hurt others. Watching myself..." After Han Jianfeng said these words intermittently, he closed his eyes and suddenly became quiet.

He Yaoting was quietly hugged by him.After a while, seeing that he stopped talking, I thought he was asleep, so I slowly moved him to the pillow and lay down, and covered him with the quilt.

He Yaoting leaned beside him, supporting his body with one hand, looking down at Han Jianfeng.Although Han Jianfeng's eyes were closed tightly at this time, his eyelashes were trembling slightly.He Yaoting approached him, and vaguely saw a thin mist of water under his long and dense eyelashes, which reflected a sad glow under the bleak moonlight cast into the room.

He Yaoting couldn't help but leaned down to kiss the corner of his eyes, and the hot water scorched his lips.He gently stroked Han Jianfeng from forehead to cheek, and sighed in his heart: "Jianfeng, how could I make you happy. I love you so much and hate you so much."

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☆, falling into Shura

He Yaoting was next to Han Jianfeng and lay side by side with him. The two of them were covered by the same quilt, so close that they could hear each other's breathing.Han Jianfeng's breathing was steady and even, probably falling asleep.But He Yaoting couldn't fall asleep anyway, and waited for dawn with his big eyes open.

The past flashed before his eyes one scene after another like a movie, and those lingering things that he didn't want to touch suddenly burst out uncontrollably.He didn't dare to think about it before, as long as he thought about it, the sharp stinging pain would burn his heart sharply.Today, for some unknown reason, he suddenly recalled, thought, and felt pain involuntarily.

He was not surprised that Han Jianfeng loved him. In fact, he knew it already, but he deliberately didn't think about it.Han Jianfeng never mentioned it, and He Yaoting let him hide and suppress this feeling.It became a hidden pain that the two of them could not touch.

Han Jianfeng came to the He family when he was very young, about ten years ago.His father died very early, and his mother remarried to an old man. His stepfather promised to give his mother a bite to eat, but he put forward a condition that he could not take him to remarry.His mother cruelly threw him at the gate of Xueyuan. When he was about to starve to death, Kong She, the owner of Xueyuan at the time, picked him up.

He worshiped Kong She as his teacher. Kong She was a mean person who beat and scolded his apprentices endlessly. Han Jianfeng suffered a lot and suffered a lot in Snow Garden when he was a child.

Later, when Mr. He came to Xueyuan, he accidentally discovered that he was very smart and quiet. He felt that this was a rare talent, so he immediately decided to take it back to He's family to cultivate it himself. At that time, he had already grown into a handsome young man .From then on, he was Kong She's apprentice in name, but in fact he became a disciple of the He family just like Zhang Yaoyun.

Master He took Han Jianfeng home and introduced his family members one by one. He Yaoting happened to be sick in bed that day and did not see him.

When the two met for the first time, Han Jianfeng called out timidly with a red face: "Miss." He was still surprised that the lady's beautiful hair was cut short all of a sudden.The answer he got was a punch in the face from He Yaoting.

Han Jianfeng was shy and reticent in his youth, and had a more persistent interest in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting than others.He always practiced the violin alone in the corner, or quietly painted landscape paintings and wrote calligraphy.That melancholy and slender appearance will always attract people to stop, but they can't bear to disturb him by making noise.

He Yaoting's lungs are not good, and his stomach and intestines are also weak, and he will have stomach troubles when he catches a cold.He originally had the body of a sick man, but he had the temperament of a demon king in the world.He often stole Han Jianfeng's calligraphy as toilet paper, and then ran out when he was looking for it, and gave him a sly smile: "It is best to use Jianfeng's calligraphy and painting to use the toilet, with the fragrance of ink."

Han Jianfeng just shook his head helplessly, and didn't speak. When He Yaoting looked directly at him, he looked away, and a blush inadvertently crept across his cheeks.At that time, Han Jianfeng was always good-tempered and often shy.Whenever he was shy, He Yaoting was more willing to play tricks on him.

Master He later sent Han Jianfeng to the school. He started school relatively late, and happened to be in the same class as the twin siblings of the He family.

The boys in the school always bullied Han Jianfeng because of his good looks, and everyone called him 'little actor', and they all moved their feet against him.Han Jianfeng was soft-tempered at that time and didn't know how to resist. He just dodged left and right and ran around.

But He Yaoting is not angry.Although he is in poor health, he has never lost a fight, and the young man is very vicious.The boys in the school don't dare to do anything wrong to Han Jianfeng, and life will be considered peaceful.

Every time He Yaoting taught the boy who bullied Han Jianfeng a lesson, he would hug his shoulders tightly and announce proudly: "You will be my wife from now on, and I will help you beat all the bad guys away." Now that I think about it, , I was really young and vigorous at that time.

One year He Yaoting was very ill. His family members said that tuberculosis was contagious, so they secretly ordered someone to stuff him into a sack and throw him into the river.At that time, in the twelfth lunar month of winter, the river was frozen.Han Jianfeng took the opportunity to knock the servant unconscious, dragged him up from the ice hole, picked him up with great strength and ran away.

The hospital refused to accept him when they saw this situation. Han Jianfeng took him to kneel at the door of an old Chinese doctor all night before the doctor opened the door and reluctantly agreed to try a dead horse as a living horse doctor.Unexpectedly, He Yaoting actually came back to life.

Han Jianfeng held him in his arms and fed him medicine one bite at a time. At that time, no one had ever been so close to him, including his sister who was born together.

After he came back to life, Han Jianfeng asked Han Jianfeng to tattoo him.

Han Jianfeng asked him why in a daze.He looked at him with a smile, his big eyes flickering: "You are my savior, I want you to leave a mark on me, so I won't forget it in the future."

Han Jianfeng couldn't hold him back, so he had to stab a poppy on his left shoulder.The piercing pain of every needle at that time was still fresh in his memory, but he still gritted his teeth and endured the torture.

He asked Han Jianfeng why he tattooed poppies on his body.

Han Jianfeng told him with a faint smile: "Poppy is a flower with tenacious vitality, you will be like it and cause trouble for thousands of years."

They were originally so close, so good that they depended on each other for life and death.

He thought that Han Jianfeng belonged to him, but before he could say that, things changed. The person who took over his sweetheart was none other than his elder brother.

That day, he ran to the basement to find a lost little cat.Passing by an old warehouse, I heard intermittent roars and miserable cries from inside.He tiptoed over, gently pushed open the half-covered door, and was immediately stunned by the scene that greeted him.

His elder brother He Yaoqing was covering Han Jianfeng's body naked, the blood winding down his legs was shocking.

Seeing such a scene, he felt as if he had been bitten by a poisonous snake, and the hairs all over his body stood on end.

He Yaoqing didn't notice him, but Han Jianfeng glanced at the door at that time, and his eyes met his.Startled for a moment, then closed his eyes in pain.

He hid immediately, waited for He Yaoqing to leave, and then sneaked into that room.

He leaned close to Han Jianfeng who was naked and chained up, and his whole body froze.Han Jianfeng looked up at him, his eyes were scattered and unfocused, his eyes were empty, and there was no trace of life on his handsome face.

For a long time, the corner of his mouth twitched, and only a word came out of his mouth: "Go away, don't look at me. Please, don't look at me..." The voice was very soft, no joy, no joy. Sadness, no sorrow, no complaints, only endless helplessness.

Han Jianfeng had probably accepted the reality at that time, his life was completely over, and he and He Yaoting were also completely over.

He Yaoting was startled at first, and then filled with helpless grief: "I want to save you, but I'm just a bastard. I really want to save you..." That overwhelming sense of powerlessness, It made him tremble all over, wishing he could die immediately.

He Yaoting didn't dare to go directly to He Yaoqing's important person, and he didn't even dare to let his elder brother see that he knew about it.He is a bastard, if he pushes people into a hurry, he will probably be killed.

In desperation, he thought of a person——Zhang Yaoyun.

Zhang Yaoyun is not afraid of anyone, he has the ability and means, even He Yaoqing should be in awe of him.

After Zhang Yaoyun helped Han Jianfeng out of the basement, Han Jianfeng stopped talking to anyone for a long time.

Later, Zhang Yaoyun and He Yaoqing went to study abroad in the West, and this matter was over.

Maybe it was from then on that he felt that Zhang Yaoyun was someone who could be relied on. He made him feel safe and gave birth to the heart to hold him tightly.

He began to climb up desperately, holding the visible and tangible things such as family property, fame and status tightly in his hands.Because these things that life does not bring and death do not take away are real, and it makes him feel that his life still has meaning.Anyone who fights with him or blocks his way will have his life.

He Yaoqing was the first to stand in his way, so on a dark and windy night, he shot the tires of the car He Yaoqing was riding on.

He couldn't tell whether he did it for the family property or for Han Jianfeng.

One day, he saw Han Jianfeng standing by the window in the corner of the corridor.It still looks like the jade tree facing the wind.A wisp of faint smoke curled around him, fluttering and curling up.

He frowned and asked, "When did you learn to smoke?" He stubbed out the cigarette and replied, "I did it a long time ago, but I won't smoke if you don't like it." His first words.

Somehow, he suddenly became ruthless, hypocritical and cruel as if overnight, and his Jian Feng somehow became romantic and ruthless.

Maybe he turned Han Jianfeng into what he is now.In order to secure his position as the head of the family, he hardened his heart to dress up Han Jianfeng decently, and then sent him to Shura dojos one after another, even sacrificing his appearance to get rid of one opponent after another for him.

Anyway, Han Jianfeng is already a Huolan who was trampled by He Yaoqing Mi Cao, so he is not afraid of being destroyed.

He originally had infinite hatred for Han Jianfeng because of He Yaoqing's death, and he also hated himself.Now that I know the truth, I shouldn't hate it anymore.But looking at him, I still feel awkward in my heart, I still hate him, and my bones ache from hatred.

The years are like a crazy grinding disc, polishing them beyond recognition, and they will never return to their youthful appearance.

They enjoy all the wealth and honor in the world, and they also suffer all the hardships in the world.

They lived a prosperous life with their hands and eyes open to the sky, but they never lived happily ever after.

He Yaoting came back from the memories, and turned to look at Han Jianfeng who was quietly curled up beside her. That sleeping position was to wrap her arms around her chest in a ball, like a child afraid of the cold.Suddenly, I wanted to hug him tightly, rub him into my arms and kiss him carefully.

But he froze for a long time, just stretched out his hand and fumbled in the bed for a while, and touched Han Jianfeng's finger.The slender and slender fingertips with thin callused fingers always have a gentle temperature, neither cold nor scalding.

He Yaoting wondered if it was the same when Jian Feng fell asleep in Han Mansion every night, curled up in the cold quilt by herself, keeping herself warm.involuntarily approached him, in the dark