On the other side of the pavilion, Si Song and Chang Xiyang were slightly embarrassed.

The clothes were a little wet, and it was uncomfortable to stick to the body. Chang Xiyang shook the ends of his hair with his hand, and his long sense must have been tangled in a mess. It's terrible. It must be embarrassing now.

In my memory, this is the second time he has been drenched in the rain.

The first time, it was a long time ago.

Temporarily living in China? In the prosperous era of the Tang Dynasty, there were few countries with such prosperity in human beings, and he lived here for a while with curiosity. It's not bad to feel the human living environment once in a while. He likes the sense of the unknown that is like digging for treasure. It was also at that time that he heard the news from Qiuyan.

"Are you sure?" Qiu Yan squinted his eyes, like a lazy cat.

“…… I can't hurt him. His voice was cold and unfamiliar.

"Whatever you want, you can rest assured. I'm not going to let you die too badly. Autumn smoke hooked the corners of his mouth, picked his chin, and exhaled a puff of smoke. The fate is fixed, and all the calamities cannot be escaped. But I can also tell you that the ending is good. ”

"Have you counted yourself?" He looked into Qiuyan's deep eyes, which reflected a small cold self.

“…… I'll be with you until the end. ”

"You promised me."

"Never break your word."

He can't be with Si Song, never will.

The red thread was held by the hands of the two, he held one end, Si Song, at the other end.

In the past, he silently and desperately longed for Si Song to pick up the red thread over there and walk towards him step by step.

Now he was going to cut it with his own hands.

It was not only Chang Xiyang standing here, but also the endless calamities behind him.

What can't be escaped is just the length of time. Qiu Yan said.

Then I'll give up on my own.

Like this rain, he stood in the rain, but he had no umbrella.

If he were an ordinary human, someone would give him an umbrella.

Si Song, you're going to laugh at me, aren't you?

As the creator, he didn't even want to conjure an umbrella, and was willing to get drenched in the rain.

He stood outside the door of Si Song's mansion, and naturally they did not live together. He wanted to raise his hand and knock on the door, to borrow an umbrella, and then the door opened, Si Song would stare at him in surprise, and would panickedly conjure up a towel to conjure a paper umbrella, escort him into the house, and then help him dry his wet hair, he would laugh at him while wiping, how stupid he was that he didn't even play an umbrella, and then handed him a cup of warm ginger tea, and maybe carefully encircled him in his arms, but pretended not to care and told him that this was the best way to restore warmth.

It's stupid, it's stupid.

He smiled, thinking.

But the hand he raised did not fall, nor did he knock, nor did he open, nor did he sing.

He left quietly.

It was raining heavily that day, and he was drenched in the rain, and he walked in the rain without shedding a single tear.

It's true.

On the second day, it was sunny.

He and Si Song Xiaoqian were in the bamboo forest, and it was also such a table of eight immortals, such a pavilion. He looked at Si Song's defenseless sleeping face, the corners of Si Song's eyes drooped slightly, and the angle was very beautiful, not as warm and beautiful as that.

Finally, quietly, he looked at the man, and he heard himself say, Si Song, I feel as if I like you a little.

This is my first confession and my last.

From now on, Chang Xiyang will not like Si Song anymore. He didn't say it, and Si Song wouldn't know. Like Cui Gai Huazhang, Chang Xiyang is something that Si Song can't figure out. He will never be able to penetrate a single bit, even if he exhausts his true intentions.

Even though he had thought he knew the man perfectly.

After Chang Xiyang left the heavenly realm, Si Song planted this pool of lotus flowers.

He's not lying, it's really been bred by him. Cui Gai Huazhang is not cold-tolerant, but Chang Xiyang is different, he stands on the top of the high mountain, clear and cold, like jade and ice.

Is your heart as cruel as ice?

Leave me alone, I liked the original sentence...... Isn't it enough for me to chase you for more than a thousand years for these two words? From the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty to the decline of the Tang Dynasty, the Chinese Kingdom was in turmoil, and after many dynasties, it finally declined in the hands of the Qing Dynasty.

The sea and the fields.

The word sincerity is not enough to compare to the orange boy who has known each other for a few days...... Is it?

At that time, Si Song stood by the pool every day, looking at the flowing water of the pond, stunned.

My true meaning, let me ask if the flower knows?

The rain was not heavy.

It's annoying.

Chang Xiyang pulled his hair behind his ears, "It's embarrassing, I'm like this now." There was an apology in his voice, though he didn't know who he was sorry for.

"How so." Si Song smiled and helped the man cut his hair.

"Si Song, do you have someone in mind?" Ayan asked casually, as if nonchalantly.

“…… There you have it. ”

"You like men, don't you?"

“…… Well. ”

"And how do I look?"

"......" Chang Xiyang looked at the person opposite with one hand on his cheek, and the person was obviously frightened.

"It's ...... Not bad. ”

"Oh? How does that compare to the person you like? The tone of innocence, as if it was really just a simple question to ask.

“…… Ayan. ”

"Huh?"

Si Song stopped talking, he lowered his head and was struggling with something, and opened his mouth several times but didn't say anything.

"Huh? Si Song? Chang Xiyang stood up and approached the man step by step, he leaned on the edge of the table casually, and looked down at Si Song, "Am I not the person you want?" ”

Si Song raised his head, his eyes darkening, "You know what you're talking about?" ”

"I've always been sober." Chang Xiyang leaned down and brought his lips together.

The rain is still falling.

Cold, falling. There was a small splash of water, with a cold wetness.

They exchanged a not-so-passionate kiss.

But it is like two people hugging each other for warmth in the ice and snow, greedily asking for each other's temperature.

"I don't think so...... I was wrong. Chang Xiyang said intermittently, panting in the gap.

I never felt like I was wrong.

Especially when it comes to loving you.

Si Song's fingers reached into Ayan's slightly wet clothes, grabbed the man's waist, and dragged him to his lap. "Is that okay?" He asked in a hoarse voice against Ayan's forehead.

"Why not?" Chang Xiyang laughed and unbuttoned his shirt with one hand.

“…… You're a little different today. ”

"Huh? Really? So what should I look like? ”

"Calm and calm, will be shy, very clean."

"You're saying I'm not clean right now?" His voice trembled with Si Song's movements.

"Of course not, it's just that it doesn't feel the same. It's going to hurt a little, you bear with it. ”

"Hmm...... I thought you'd like it. ”

"I love them all. I just don't feel like you. ”

Xiyang chuckled under his breath, "We've only known each other for a few days. ”

"It's just a feeling." He lowered his head again and kissed the man who had turned pale from the pain.

Not gentle at all.

Chang Xiyang was a little distracted. His movements were the same as before, but they were not gentle.

Because there is no love?

They fit together tightly, but Chang Xiyang couldn't feel the man's love.

Is that so?

What Qiu Yan said, what you are missing.

Is it love?

"Do you still have the strength to be distracted?" Si Song feigned dissatisfaction.

"Do you love me?"

"......" Si Song did not answer. He didn't know.

"It's okay, I love you. …… Hey, don't stop. ”

This year's flowers are better than last year's red, but unfortunately next year's flowers are better, who do you know with?

The flowers are speechless.

is so romantic, good flowers are smiling and raining.

Chang Xiyang buttoned up his shirt, although Si Song tried his best to pad him with his arms, but his back was still a little broken on the table, and now it really hurts with the movements, and it also reminds him of the bad memories he had before. Looking at the man's comfortable appearance again, Chang Xiyang kicked his toes unhappily.

"Go back and give you the medicine, obedient." Si Song rubbed Xi Yang's back, and his tone was a little flattering.

"You're like an unscrupulous human boss who sweet-mouthed Xiaomi." Chang Xiyang pouted and pushed his chest dissatisfiedly, "I also look like a fool who went to your bed and sold his body for money." He added in a low voice.

"Don't say that."

"But you don't love me." Chang Xiyang buried his face in the palm of his hand, "Oh my God, I look like a fool complaining that I can't get love now...... Well, I already am. It shouldn't. ”

"No, it shouldn't. You're not stupid, and I love you too. ”

Xiyang sat up straight and looked at Si Song with a surprised expression, "I didn't think you could lie casually without hesitation. ”

What he forgot outside the small fan (6)

Later, when Chang Xiyang traveled to the nether realm, he happened to meet a little hare, with a small round brown and yellow appearance, which was very gratifying. It's not afraid of life, and when it sees itself, it cautiously comes over, and it's very well-behaved.

He touched it carefully, the fluffy, hot little thing, rubbing his face innocently, and after getting acquainted, the little thing was not seen, and it came over to rub and lick, almost melting his heart.

"Would you like to call you Little Orange?"

The little orange drooped down one ear and rubbed it with his paw blankly, acquiescing to his words, but he couldn't understand it anyway.

Later, when he went home with the little orange, Si Song was still holding his chest, looking funny.

"What are you laughing at?" Chang Xiyang was a little dissatisfied, so Si Song smiled and rubbed his hair, "Only Ah Yang would like such a little thing." ”

"Don't do that, he can understand."

"Really? Dot? Then do you know that your brother Xiyang is already my person? You should go to a baby female rabbit to mate with. Si Song smiled innocently, at that time, it was only a short time after he first had feelings, and all his feelings were ambiguously entangled, he couldn't tell what Chang Xiyang was like to him, he only knew that this person was different from others.

They are still young and don't know what love is.

"He's just a bunny." Chang Xiyang wanted to refute the man, but he didn't know what to say for no reason.

Hearing this, the little orange proved that he did understand the two words, put on Xiyang's arm, and began to make some indescribable movements, watching the little rabbit twitch his body hard, Si Song raised his eyebrows, "This is your little rabbit?" ”

Chang Xiyang was so embarrassed that he grabbed the back of the neck of the little orange and lifted him down.

Si Song stretched out his hand, conjured out a wet handkerchief, and patiently wiped Chang Xiyang's arm, "Don't bring back strange things, they all leave a smell." Si Song frowned, a little disgusted.

“…… Well. His hand was held in Si Song's hand, unlike him, Si Song's hand was always cold, but it was also comfortable.

At that time, there was no electric light, only the candle shadow shook red, and for no reason, the two kissed.

It's the first kiss, it's so natural, it happens, as if that's what they should do.

No one knows what the meaning of this kiss should be, but it is the instinct of the body, the most primitive response to the attraction of the other person.

Wants to touch you.

That's all.

The two who were still young stared at each other in the candlelight, and no one would pay attention to the little rabbit who was left out in the cold, with a reflection in his eyes, shaking the candle flame.