Burning fire

"You didn't understand at a young age, but you kept looking at me and thinking about me later on, and you moved your mind."

"It's not because I saved your life, it's not guilt, it's not gratitude, you just like me, that's why you do this for me, do you admit it?"

Zhou Qizun slowly transferred the weight of his head to Zhang Jueming's chest.He only lost a little bit, and he was afraid of getting hurt. Zhang Jueming's injury was still not healed, but he had to get a little bit, otherwise he would be lost.

He never thought that one day he would pour his heart out for a man like this.He is good at rhetoric, and he can play with a glib tongue, but it hurts his heart and heart, digging out his full feelings, anxiety, and blood... He is afraid.

He became anxious, and urged Zhang Jueming again: "Speak."

Feeling a cold hand inserted into his hair, tremblingly touching his scalp, Zhou Qizun took a deep breath, his lungs were heavy.

"I..." Zhang Jueming took a deep breath, panting a bit, "I actually..."

He was a little incoherent: "You know, I am... a ghost from the [-]th floor of hell, I can't see the light."

There was a slight scrape on the back of Zhou Qizun's neck, which was hidden by his collar, making it difficult for others to see. He didn't notice it himself, and he didn't deal with it, but the scab had already formed.

Zhang Jueming stared at the scab: "Like, love, these words are too extravagant for ghosts."

"My parents, they are also in love. My dad, he, is crazy about my mom. Even though he is crazy, he still remembers her. I... I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do to you.. ....I am afraid......"

"I really don't have the courage to stand on the ground and be a 'human'. I just met you." Zhang Jueming said with his nose blocked.

"You should have a better choice, but I just want to stay by your side, and I don't want to leave as soon as I get close to you. I can't...I can't leave you." Zhang Jueming's chest heaved irregularly , his breathing became louder.

Zhou Qizun raised his head, just bumped into Zhang Jueming, blinked, and a teardrop fell.

Subconsciously, Zhou Qizun quickly stretched out his palm, and caught the tears in his palm.

"Crying Baoer." Zhou Qizun smiled lightly, "Continue talking."

Zhang Jueming cried even harder, but he still wanted to hold back the cowardly and bitter energy, so he didn't make a sound for a while.

Zhou Qizun felt anxious and hurt, and couldn't wait any longer: "I really wouldn't say that I will teach you."

"Listen and learn." He wiped away tears for Zhang Jueming, "I am a mountain ghost, I am a coward, I am a crybaby, and I like Zhou Qizun."

"Repeat." Zhou Qizun couldn't laugh anymore.

Zhang Jueming bit his trembling lips, unexpectedly, like a leopard with a frowning head, suddenly violently, Zhou Qizun pushed him onto the bed.

Zhang Jueming pressed Zhou Qizun's arms, condescending...and shed tears.

The tears were like drops of rain, the round beads were distinct and smashed on Zhou Qizun's face.

The back of Zhou Qizun's head was dizzy from the blow just now, but fortunately the mattress under his head was soft, if it was placed on a hard place, he would definitely have air leakage from the back of his head.

"...I..." Zhang Jueming said, "I..."

He twitched his body from crying, like a vexatious child, his voice was weak: "...I love you."

Zhou Qizun closed his eyes, and it could be said that he vomited out of his ribs.

Zhang Jueming, a little crybaby, suffered a lot when he was beaten up, and there was a hurdle in his heart, dark, dark.He would rather be a mute, smothered to death and refuse to speak a word.He didn't open his mouth for anything he wanted or hated.

Zhou Qizun knew that he held back these three words for too long, and suffocated all the strength in his body.

"Cassy..." Zhou Qizun opened his eyes and was suddenly stunned.

Zhang Jueming cried hard enough, his skin was pale, with a weak and morbid state, it was as if he had put on red rouge when he cried like this, his eyes and nose were all red, not to mention his eyes, which were already clean, were getting worse. Crying became redder, the shoulders trembled slightly, this poor little thing...

Zhou Qizun hugged him down and hugged him in his arms: "Is your injury really all right?"

Zhang Jueming didn't answer, just lying in Zhou Qizun's arms, choking, occasionally moving and twitching.His head was on Zhou Qizun's neck, his cold skin, warm tears...

Zhou Qizun collected himself, knocked on Zhang Jueming's head and kissed him. ——My mouth is full of salty taste from crying.

This kiss became more and more salty, Zhang Jueming's cold hand slipped in from the hem of Zhou Qizun's clothes, and scratched at his side indiscriminately.

Zhou Qizun was shivered by the cold, and then the blood all over his body roared and boiled hot.

"Jue Ming..." Zhou Qizun sucked Zhang Jue's fair neck.

Zhang Jueming snorted softly, and couldn't bear to shrink his neck. His dark eyelashes were wet with tears, and his face turned red.And those ears, like two ripe sweet fruits on the left and right.

"This is Aunt Zhao's house." Zhou Qizun said, he said one thing on his lips and another on his hands, and his fingers pulled Zhang Jueming's clothes without hesitation...

Just Zhang Jueming's crying face now is enough for him to mess around eight times.

"...I'm sorry, Aunt Zhao."

Regardless, Zhou Qizun wanted to push Zhang Jueming, but he couldn't do anything... The mountain ghost was so strong that he nailed him to the bed.

Zhou Qizun was stunned, and looked at Zhang Jueming... This bastard was so ashamed that he was crying, but the look in his eyes was not the case.

Zhang Jueming's eyes were so clear that even his desire was naked, shining brightly, and the aggression inside could not be concealed.

"You want..." Zhou Qizun tried to move his legs again, but he still couldn't.

Zhang Jueming pressed him so hard, every tremor could be transmitted into Zhou Qizun's bones, and shattered in his blood, like thunder and lightning blasting.

That's all.Excluded.

Anyway, apart from Zhang Jueming, Zhou Qizun couldn't want anyone else in his life.

"Your injury is not fully healed yet, remember to be gentle and don't go crazy." Zhou Qizun said softly.

He stretched his neck and wiped away the tears on Zhang Jueming's cheeks with his lips.

……

midnight.

The stars spread out in the night, shining brightly, so bright that they dazzled.This is reasonable—they have wandered for many light years, and for the first time they have found their home, and finally found this darkness—no matter how insane and joyful they are.

Zhou Qizun couldn't pull up any strength, he lay on his back on the bed, his body was still sweating.

After tossing and tossing, the skin and flesh wounds were a little itchy and sore, but Zhang Jueming was very careful, even if he was aggrieved all these years, even if he cried and went crazy, he didn't hurt him at all, and even the band-aid on his arm didn't move at all.

Zhou Qizun squinted his eyelids, touched Zhang Jueming's head with his hands, and was tightened into his arms.

Zhang Jueming was stuffy in his arms, the red in his earlobes hadn't faded away, he cried a lot just now, his voice was a little hoarse: "I'm sorry..."

"I'm sorry again, I will replace you next time." Zhou Qizun immediately stopped him.

Zhang Jueming thought about it, trying to understand what Zhou Qizun meant, his earlobes became redder, and his head followed Zhou Qizun's arms a little deeper.

Zhou Qizun looked funny, but he didn't know that there really was such a seed of innocence in the world, it was clear that he took advantage of it, and after eating sweets, he turned around and felt the most ashamed.

Zhou Qizun's mind was aroused to be more active, and for a while, all the demons and ghosts who hated him deeply were all at the back, and only one thought flashed through his mind - he really picked up a treasure.

Although the thought of killing a thousand swords was only for a moment, it was enough to calm Zhou Qizun's heart a lot.He pinched Zhang Jueming's earlobe again.

Very beautiful earlobes, moderate in size, like some kind of delicate thing, soft and easy to be ashamed, became Zhou Qizun's lifeline.

"It's just like this, it's still warm." Zhou Qizun thought so, and his heart ached again.

——Zhang Jueming's body was cold, and it was only at this time that he could feel a little warm.

"Aren't you embarrassed?" Zhou Qizun turned his head and kissed Zhang Jueming on the brow, "Although it's not the first time I've been in love, this is the first time."

Zhang Jueming pursed his lips, and slowly raised his head to look at Zhou Qizun: "I..."

He stumbled for a while, and then he said in embarrassment: "I didn't hurt you, did I? You still have injuries on your body, and you have just recovered from the fever. I really shouldn't...shouldn't have treated you..."

Zhou Qizun said happily: "Okay, I won't tease you anymore, and I can't talk anymore. Those who don't know think how I bullied you just now."

Zhang Jueming: "..."

"I'm serious. Besides your injury, do you feel any discomfort? Do you feel... cold?" Zhang Jueming paused, his voice lowered, "I'm a mountain ghost, I'm afraid You...I'm really afraid of hurting you."

"Well...that's it." Zhou Qizun didn't feel cold, nor did he feel that there was anything particularly difficult to deal with.

"Don't worry, I'm fine." Zhou Qizun said, he thought about it again, "But if you hold me tighter, I'll be more comfortable."

"...What are you...I'm serious with you." Zhang Jueming frowned.

"It's serious." Zhou Qizun looked at him.

"..." Zhang Jueming was weak enough, lying in his arms, his arms obediently wrapped around Zhou Qizun's waist.

She has a temper like a little girl, although she can't do the octopus-black-bear-hugging gesture, she is really like a slimy little sloth, obedient and cowardly.

Zhang Jueming held his head poorly, and stared at Zhou Qizun with both eyes.Watching and watching, watching and watching, it's like watching a dream, afraid that the dream will wake up, afraid that the dream will not be long enough.

He stared at it for a minute or two without blinking. Zhou Qizun became awkward, and coughed twice in his throat: "I said, Mr. Shangui, don't take it too seriously? The eyes are going to grow on my face? Is my neck not tired?"

As Zhou Qizun said, he pressed Zhang Jueming's head down, telling him to lie on his arms obediently.

"I'm just...just happy." Zhang Jueming said quietly.

After a while, he became timid again, and asked bravely with the tip of his knife: "I didn't punish Zhou Yi at the beginning, and I couldn't rescue Zhou Yi. Don't you really blame me?"

"..." Zhou Qizun sighed, "It's not over yet. Then what do you count for helping me all these years? What counts for the blood you feed Changsheng Ling? What counts for the heart of the evil spirit gouge? "

Zhang Jueming didn't make a sound.

"Let's take a step back and say, if you hit that whip, will Xiaoyi be saved? My parents will be avenged?" Zhou Qizun said "ah" again, "Is it because I blame you that you will feel better?"

"Why didn't you fight back then?" Zhou Qizun asked.

Zhang Jueming paused: "Liang Xuan used my mother's shadow to block the front, so I didn't go down."

Zhou Qizun nodded and rubbed Zhang Jueming's hair: "Then I can't blame you."

Zhou Qizun: "How can I let a 14-year-old child beat his mother? Don't think about it anymore."

In the end, Zhang Jueming was still thinking too much.He kept this belly secret and fermented it for these years, suffered too much, looked forward and backward, worried about gains and losses, bored all the crookedness in his body, it was too difficult to cure him.Some hurdles are difficult to pass.

To talk about the solution, there is no trick.Zhou Qizun thought about it, and there was only one conclusion——love.Pampered, hurt, as time goes on, I have to slowly and carefully cover him.

Besides, Zhang Jueming was a mountain ghost. Although he was only thirteen or four back then, he was not bound by a few bastards on the Yunnan border and almost killed.He can run out of the special forces garrison, and he can run out of the scum.

——He didn't resist, he didn't want to live long ago.

If it wasn't for me hanging him all these years, if it wasn't for Zhou Yi still in the longevity bell... Zhou Qizun's hands and feet were numb, and his hairs were trembling.

"Jueming." Zhou Qizun put a serious face on his face, and held Zhang Jueming tightly in his arms, "There is something that I must tell you now."

Zhou Qizun said very seriously: "I have no ability to protect you and make you feel sad and hurt for me. But I still like you shamelessly."

Zhou Qizun: "I only have the guts and determination to be with you. No matter what happens in the future, it doesn't matter whether it's life or death, soul flying away, hell or the nether world. You can't push me out without authorization."

"Jaeming, take me close to you, keep me at all times." Zhou Qizun looked into Zhang Jueming's eyes, "Promise me, you won't go back on your word."