It's a blessing or a curse, and it's a disaster that can't be avoided.

Ye Xiaotian didn't care, it turned out that the first sister paper he picked up when he came to Datang was the daughter of the big boss of the Tang Empire.

From the side, this can only explain itself...... Is the pose of death more handsome? Ye Xiaotian suddenly bowed deeply to the tea bowl on the table in front of him, and Ye Xiaotian's face was reflected in the tea......

Fang Yiai's face was rubbed until he ate the dinner made by Ye Xiaotian before he reluctantly left.

……

Ying Han didn't pay attention to himself for a day, Ye Xiaotian hesitated for a long time, and finally picked up the soup on the stove and simmered slowly for a long time.

Standing at the door of Yinghan, Ye Xiaotian said in a low voice to the pitch-black door: "Yinghan, open the door." “

There was silence in the room, and there was no echo.

"Yinghan, open the door." Still speaking at a slow pace, in a deep voice.

The handyman housekeeper standing in the courtyard felt an undeniable tough attitude from his own Langjun for the first time. Then they all withdrew from the inner courtyard.

Ye Xiaotian lowered his face and turned his back to the person behind him, making it impossible to see the expression on his face.

After sending Changle away in the morning, Yinghan looked sad and inferior, how could he escape Ye Xiaotian's eyes.

This stupid woman!

Ye Xiaotian smiled bitterly and shook his head, then bowed and gathered strength. Under one foot, the door of Yinghan's room had fallen to the ground on a moribund basis.

Men, sometimes they are stronger. It's just that Ye Xiaotian's posture of falling to the ground is a little unsatisfactory.

The door was not closed, Ye Xiaotian used too much force and fell to the ground all of a sudden, his face on the ground! It hurts to inhale the cold air.

The room was quiet, and there was no expected chill.

Ignoring the pain on his face, Ye Xiaotian panicked for a moment.

"Yinghan!" got up in a panic, Ye Xiaotian was a little scared at this moment.

With the words 'Ying Han gone' roaring in his mind at this moment, Ye Xiaotian stood in the empty and dark room for a long time, and then he was like crazy, and hurriedly ran towards the door.

At the moment of curfew, in an alley next to Chang'an West City, I saw a teenager running wildly on the side of the street, like crazy. His eyes were red, the corners of his mouth were pursed, and his eyes were as helpless as a child abandoned to the north.

He was used to every day when Ying Han was by his side, and once some reliance began, he could no longer say goodbye. Ye Xiaotian was afraid that even when he first came to this world and was helpless, he did not feel so helpless and desperate. Ye Xiaotian didn't dare to shout, and he didn't dare to make a big move. He was afraid that Ying Han would hide if he didn't say goodbye. He was afraid that he would never see Ying Han again in this life, and he was afraid that he would spend the rest of his life in remorse and self-blame......

The love has been in the bones, quietly.

……

Until the curfew, Ye Xiaotian was still wandering on the side of the street like a lonely ghost, his clothes were wrinkled, and his back was already densely covered with spring mud because of running wildly.

Lost and dejected, he returned home and hurried into the inner courtyard full of anticipation. Looking at the rooms that were still dark, he sat weakly on the steps in front of the room.

Ye Xiaotian didn't know how to face this sudden blow for a while.

The night was getting deeper, Ye Xiaotian didn't feel it, he just sat in front of the steps godlessly, and the cold wind that was still a little chilly in the spring night continued to pour into his sweat-soaked clothes that were soaked with sweat because of running wildly. The cold is biting.

Ye Xiaotian's posture at this moment was contrary to his previous urgency, as calm as an old monk who had settled down.

From time to time, my mind flashed the first acquaintance with Yinghan after coming to this life and the scenes after that.

Sometimes smirking, sometimes sad.

When Ye Xiaotian sat in front of the steps and was sad, he never noticed that by the dark door behind him, a graceful and delicate body stood against the door, staring at Ye Xiaotian, who was sitting alone under the steps, with a clear face full of ripples.

As the cold completely soaked Ye Xiaotian's body, Ye Xiaotian, who was sitting under the steps, couldn't help but have purple lips and a slight shiver in his body.

At the right time, a thick robe was gently draped on Ye Xiaotian's back.

Ye Xiaotian turned his head in shock, and just happened to see the clear ripples on his face, and at this moment, he was looking at his cold with soft eyes.

There was no imaginary scene of red eyes or roaring after meeting, Ye Xiaotian only felt warm in his heart, and pulled the corners of his bruised mouth and smirked at Yinghan in front of him.

In the night, Ying Han with a pear blossom with a rainy face also chuckled at Ye Xiaotian in front of him.

Everything was quiet, everything was ok, everything was just a misunderstanding, a beautiful misunderstanding.

Ye Xiaotian pulled Ying Han over and wrapped the two of them in thick robes. The two hugged gently, and everything seemed innocent and beautiful.

"Yinghan, no matter what bastard I do, you can scold me, beat me, and ignore me. In my lifetime, but please don't leave me, I seem to be the only poor with you. Ye Xiaotian muttered softly.

The beautiful woman in her arms bowed her head, her eyes were shining, and she could only nod her head.

Ye Xiaotian chuckled with satisfaction.

After a long time, Ying Han in his arms opened his mouth: "Husband, sing a song for me, the kind of pop song you said." When you confess to me that you are wrong. ”

Looking down at the pretty face that was flushed after calling out her husband, but she was still staring at her pretty face with some indignation, Ye Xiaotian touched his nose and nodded.

"What do you say?

I will ask even if I know you're not there

But the air can't speak for you

Habits are like stubborn scars that never heal

A thought tears the soul apart

Take the photos so that you can keep them and wash them in one more copies

The sweater has an extra layer for you, too

But the warmth of your lonely moments of comfort

How to keep an extra one for you

I don't want to leave you alone

A person rises and falls in a sea of people

I don't want you to walk through the storm alone

I don't want to leave you alone

Bear the cruelty of this world

I don't want tears to accompany you to eternity

The relics of love after you are gone are like empty cities......"

In the emotional place, Yinghan's eyes once again flashed with a little ripple.

Snorted slightly, Ying Han's eyes were red, and he shrank his head into Ye Xiaotian's arms: "My husband is really talented, no wonder he will provoke Princess Datang." ”

Ye Xiaotian smiled bitterly, this woman is not going to turn over this stubble.

Gently reflecting the cold pretty face, Ye Xiaotian desperately printed on the two delicate red lips.

Ying Han closed his eyes tightly, his eyelashes trembled slightly, but he still raised his head meekly, letting the man in front of him who was deep in his heart pick it up.

After a long time, Ye Xiaotian picked up the face that was red and bright, and walked into the room with a delicate and boneless body.

……

On the windows of the room, the dim oil lamps flickered.

A flower burst out of the wick flickering, and a beautiful lotus flower reflected in the window, mixed with a soft groan of joy and pain in the room.