"Si Song?" Chang Xiyang turned his head sideways and looked at the person who suddenly stopped the car and didn't speak.

He turned against the light, his facial features sank in the shadows, he seemed to be still saying something, but Si Song couldn't hear anything, he could only hear his heartbeat in the silent world, the heartbeat of Ah Yang. He looked at the two thin, light-colored lips that were close together, uncontrollably, closer and closer, and he wanted to dye him a little red.

Si Song suddenly approached in a daze, and when he kissed him, Chang Xiyang was really stunned. Hot and humid, gentle, ambiguous, sucking, sucking, intertwining lips and tongues, faint voices, the heat of the body, the palm of the man's tightly wrapped around his waist, his eyes moistened, because of some long-lost desires without affection, he and Si Song have only been happy once so far, and because of the man's performance, he is full of expectations and moved.

Si Song, have you recovered? He was awake, and in the gentle lingering, the lover of his heart might have returned, wouldn't he?

But Si Song, seeing the disbelief in Ah Yang's eyes and the tears that were about to fall, was shocked and suddenly let go!

What did he do!

Really...... Is it? Looking at Si Song, who suddenly woke up, Xiyang's just rising hope was instantly shattered, and he couldn't help lowering his eyes, a little disappointed. How could it be so easy?

Chang Xiyang lowered his head with tears in his eyes, and Si Song only felt that he must have frightened him just now. I'm disgusted, being suddenly kissed by a strange man...... What's wrong with him? Indulge in good-looking skin, so and orange ...... Orange, what? Who? A name that came to mind for no reason was about to come out, but it was just stuck there and couldn't pronounce it.

The sun had set, the light had faded, the sky was darkening, and the heavy gray was pressing, somewhat oppressive and indifferent.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, didn't I scare you...... I, I don't know what's going on, you're so beautiful, no, that's my problem......" He was at a loss, unusually flustered trying to explain, but didn't know where to speak. "I'll arrange for you to leave as soon as possible...... Don't be afraid, I won't be like this again, I won't hurt you. ”

Chang Xiyang did not speak again. Si Song only took him as a default.

The car started again, silent all the way.

Have you ever melted the fireflies into eternal thoughts?

Have there ever been a few hot snows that have fallen on the tip of your heart?

Fireflies and starlight, yellow deserts under the scorching sun, rainforests ravaged by torrential rains, bamboo forests with fresh winds, deep blue seas, and vast mountains, you have all been there.

Actually, mine too, isn't it?

You don't remember.

Also.

That's it.

When the two arrived at home, Si Song's mood was still not right, and Chang Xiyang didn't mention what happened just now, just as if it hadn't happened.

"Ayan, I'll go make a few dishes, you wait a while." His voice was muffled, and it seemed like he was a little aggrieved, but he didn't know who he was talking about.

"Okay." Chang Xiyang behaved and went into his own room.

Si Song was chopping in the kitchen at some point, and the sound of the kitchen knife hitting the cutting board was not small at all, but he was a little absent-minded. He didn't conjure up any nice dishes, which he rarely cooked.

Hope it doesn't get too bad. He just wanted to appear normal and not arouse suspicion. After all, what comes out of thin air is too conspicuous, and ...... It's so insincere.

I was so stupid just now, like a human silly boy who is just starting to fall in love. He thought a little angrily, and he was like a bully who forced people, Ayan's body had been hurt, and he must be very sensitive to this. He was dejected and trying to cheer himself up.

Please, at least don't do it too badly.

On the other side, Chang Xiyang, who was in the guest room, nestled on the bed and buried his head deep in the pillow.

He could hear all kinds of collisions coming from there, the sound of chopping vegetables, the sound of hot oil boiling, he wanted to laugh a little, Si Song basically didn't cook himself, he could even imagine the figure of the people in a hurry over there.

But as soon as I remembered that I was in the car, that kiss. He was a little annoyed. Why don't you make it clear to him...... He obviously thought I was scared.

How so?

How could I be afraid of him......

But how to say it? Hi Si Song, it's okay that I like men too? Or, hey, I'm actually your long-lost friend?

Ahh He couldn't say it. Si Song knew nothing about him now. He's a really good guy. Although this good man has just forcibly kissed a man who has known each other for less than a few days.

In fact, the orange boy flashed in his mind, but he deliberately ignored the name and didn't think about him. This terrible human boy was the mistake he made back then, he thought that Orange Gongzi was a bridge, supporting him to walk through the irreparable gap with Si Song, but irreparable is irreparable, Orange Gongzi is just the biggest detour he has walked, he went around for more than a hundred years, and finally walked towards Si Song step by step, impartially along the last bit of the right path, walked in front of him, with scars, with grievances and unwillingness, and he didn't know so much anger.

He's not stupid. Of course, he also felt Weizhu's heart for him. The eyes stared at his back burningly, as if they were going to burn a hole in their body.

Weizhu is condensed by a part of his own spiritual power, in other words, he is the flesh that fell from his body, although he has given him a soul. It is too physically exhausting to recreate a person, there are countless for bamboo, but there is only one soul. There is also the memory of the orange boy implicated here, which is too troublesome.

When Weizhu looked at Orange Gongzi, he could naturally see the malice hidden in his eyes, and he didn't need to ask for the reason, he didn't want to explain these misunderstandings.

He didn't love Orange as much as he imagined for Bamboo.

When he stared at the figure of the orange boy, the people in his mind, the tears in his eyes, were all because of Si Song, all for him.

Every bit is.

Of course, I don't think so for bamboo. He just felt jealous.

Nothing, none of this has anything to do with him. Although his spiritual power was weak, he could still feel it when Si Song's spiritual power invaded the bamboo body.

He was silent.

In fact, in my heart, to be honest, for the first time in more than 100 years, I felt what joy it was again.

The man still cared about me. He thought to himself.

The hiding of Qiu Yan was something he really didn't know, that person was already mysterious, and he was ethereal at that time, he was so weak that he couldn't feel it. But for other things, Chang Xiyang's heart has always been clear.

He's certainly not as harmless as he seems. He knew for himself how complicated his heart really was, how many dark and dirty thoughts were wriggling in those damp, slimy corners.

The flower of kaolin?

Inexistent.

The high mentally retarded kaolin flower was actually fragile and ignorant, and he was willing to go down to the ground by himself.

The cold image in everyone's memory is forever locked in this body.

He suddenly thought a little viciously.

Chang Xiyang, who is like an ice cube, can't get Si Song, so the more seductive he is, the more hopeful he is.

Isn't it?

The people outside the door seemed to stay for a long time. Xiyang chuckled and rolled under the covers.

Why haven't you come in yet? He was getting impatient.

After a long time, the sound of a knock on the door finally came softly.

He curled the corners of his mouth, not responding. Quickly take off your jeans, wear only a white shirt and a little baggy cotton panties, and then half-wrap into the quilt and pretend to be asleep.

"Ayan?" Si Song asked in a low voice, and he knocked on the door again, but there was still no answer.

Asleep? Do you want to get him up?

Si Song was a little distressed, but finally gently pressed the doorknob.

The door opened quietly, Si Song walked in softly, in the fluffy quilt with blue and white stripes, Ah Yang slept in it defenselessly, he slept very soundly, probably because it was a little hot, one of his well-proportioned and white legs was completely stretched out of the quilt, and his shirt was slightly opened, faintly revealing some soft and delicate skin, he was half curled up, like an insecure child, half holding the quilt, and rubbing it unconsciously.

The jet-black hair was spread out, the lining became whiter and whiter, and the cheeks were a little pink...... I'm here? Do?

Si Song woke up suddenly, and he was once again in a daze because of this skin.

It's really, really bad. Si Song smiled bitterly. Are you going to fall?

"Ayan? Wake up, do you want to eat something and go back to sleep? I'll put you in the bathwater, or? He didn't even dare to go up again, for fear that he wouldn't be able to restrain his uncompetitive hand that wanted to touch it, so he had to call softly from a distance.

Chang Xiyang rubbed his eyes, answered a few words in a low and indistinct voice, and opened his eyes a little confused, "Huh? Si Song? His voice hadn't fully woken up, a little hoarse, with a hazy casual sensuality.

Look at him, sleeping like a little confused worm. Si Song felt that a feather was gently and gently teased in his heart, which tickled him a little.

What he forgot about the small fan (4)

Orange doesn't know where he came from, but one day, he was suddenly born.

Without any warning, no one came to tell him what he was, he just drifted between heaven and earth, formless, nothing.

Later, he slowly became clear, became a point of light, wandering around casually, and then, he met Chang Xiyang.

The most important person throughout his life, Chang Xiyang.

The man was dressed in a white robe, with long and supple black hair, and an indifferent expression, like a fairy who did not eat the fireworks of the world, and he knelt down by the river and put small fish in it, and a small fish with different tails flowed into the river along his hand, and then passed through the small waves, and entered the river and sea, becoming a big fish, multiplying, generation after generation.

The small point of light stayed in the air, like a falling starlight, Chang Xiyang inadvertently looked up and saw him, and reached out to hold it up with some pity, he knew that this was a small life.

The early form of his life was like this, he used to be a small floating point of light, but there was another point of light by his side at the beginning, and Si Song liked to be next to him from then on.

He looked down at the weightless little thing in his hand, maybe it was a little goblin, maybe it was an evil spirit, maybe it was the mountain god of some mountain range that was about to take shape.

"I bless you." He lowered his head and kissed the little dot of light, religiously and seriously.

This is his attitude towards life, awe and wishes.

The little light trembled slightly, this was the first time he had been touched, kissed, and treated so preciously.

Later, Chang Xiyang was always accompanied by starlight.