can be embarrassed to be embarrassed, Song Qingsheng is also curious about one thing.

He was very curious, how could Yun Qingchen, as a man with no special fetishes, know about this kind of thing?

Therefore, adding a little more embarrassment to the embarrassment, Yun Qingchen couldn't help but glance at Yun Qingchen on the opposite side a few more times, and the roots of his ears were even redder.

When the red came here, Song Qingsheng felt that the current situation was very wrong, and if he continued to continue, something might happen.

Therefore, Song Qingsheng resolved the embarrassment in time: "Ah, that, Lord Yun...... I remember, weren't we here for a drink? ”

Yun Qingchen finally came back to his senses: "That's right...... We're here for a drink. ”

It was rare for the two of them to have a tacit understanding, and they all pretended not to remember the so-called rose ointment just mentioned, but they just pretended to be normal and continued to drink.

After drinking a few cups, Song Qingsheng still felt embarrassed.

That feeling of embarrassment surrounded him and made him feel uncomfortable all over.

Yun Qingchen probably felt this way. He looked at Song Qingsheng opposite, pretended to be relaxed, and said, "Lord Song, you can also tell me about your past." ”

"My past?"

"Well," Yun Qingchen nodded, "You said just now, we are brothers. I'm also curious about your past. ”

Actually, he wasn't curious at all.

Yun Qingchen has never been in the habit of snooping or inquiring about other people's secrets, no matter how many mysterious people are in front of him, he is not curious.

But after all, the current situation is special, Yun Qingchen is a last policy, and it is a helpless move.

Song Qingsheng was a little stupid, he didn't know that there were still so many struggles in Yun Qingchen's heart. He smiled: "Actually, I often say that every family has a scripture that is difficult to read, and my past is not an interesting memory. Well, it's a little more normal than your past. ”

Yun Qingchen nodded, waiting for him to continue.

Song Qingsheng took a deep breath and said, "I'm an orphan." It's not that kind of swearing, but I didn't have parents when I was a child. ”

Yun Qingchen didn't think that "orphan" was a curse, but Song Qingsheng always spoke strangely, so he didn't care much about it.

Song Qingsheng continued: "My parents don't want me, probably because they can't afford it. They just enjoyed the process of giving birth to me, and I was an accident, and they weren't prepared to take responsibility for me. Other parents lied to their children that they picked it up in the trash, but I was thrown on the edge of the trash heap. A sanitation worker picked me up and dropped me off at an orphanage. ”

Yun Qingchen could probably understand Song Qingsheng's narration, even if he couldn't understand some of the words, such as "sanitation worker" and "orphanage", but this one prevented him from listening to Song Qingsheng's narration.

After a pause, Song Qingsheng frowned and said, "I'm in the orphanage, I'm doing well, adults and children like me very much, and they don't give me hardship." Later, when I went out of school, I left the orphanage, worked and studied, and when I just graduated from college, I fell into the gap of time and space and came here. ”

After speaking, he looked at Yun Qingchen opposite: "Okay, these are my past." That's all. ”

Yun Qingchen nodded slightly and did not speak.

There was an unexpected silence between the two of them.

Song Qingsheng was a little distressed - there was nothing between them, why was it so easy to be embarrassed?

"Drink, drink." Song Qing snorted, and didn't know what to say.

Yun Qingchen nodded again and began to drink.

In silence, the two men silently drank in their own way.

Yun Qingchen is a carefully cultivated killer, and he drinks very well, which can be described as a thousand glasses without getting drunk, but Song Qingsheng is an ordinary person, and drinking alcohol is his "special need", and he quickly gets drunk.

Song Qingsheng was drunk and babbling nonsense, Yun Qingchen checked the wine jug in front of him and found that he had only drunk less than half of the jug.

However, according to Song Qingsheng's method, he also drank a lot of cups.

Yun Qingchen didn't speak, looked at Song Qingsheng opposite, and found that he was a little strange.

Song Qingsheng originally had pale skin and was a handsome boy, but at the moment, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and the exposed skin was covered with some red rashes.

"Lord Song." Yun Qingchen called him.

“…… I'm just a kid, and I can't eat a lot, so why don't you want me? Others want to have a son. Song Qingsheng didn't answer him, just babbling nonsense.

Yun Qingchen frowned, and he could hear that he was talking to his parents who had abandoned him.

“…… Everyone is an orphan, why are you bullying me? Just because I'm later, because of one more me, your life won't be easy? Really, it's all stupid......" Song Qingsheng raised his hand to cover his eyes.

Yun Qingchen looked at him and probably understood that the so-called Song Qingsheng had a good life in the past was a lie that he loved to face.

In the past, Song Qingsheng when he was a child should not have had a good life.

Yun Qingchen thought of himself.

He is the most authentic son of the Yun family's bloodline, and he is also the most proud son, and his cultivation as a "weapon" is the so-called glory of the entire Yun family, even if he himself doesn't think so.

He is like the bright moon of the stars in the Yun family, and every child flatters him and admires him.

They looked at him as if they were looking at some kind of god or something, even at that time, Yun Qingchen was just a child, and he was still ignorant in his heart, and he was greedy for the carefree laughter of other children.

Only Yun Mang, who occasionally patted him on the shoulder and asked him if he wanted to sneak out to play.

Naturally, Yun Qingchen never agreed to his invitation once.

Leaving the Yun family, this is the first time. It was Song Qingsheng who invited him.

Yun Qingchen's gaze fell on the other side, and he called him again: "Song Qingsheng." ”

This time, Song Qingsheng heard it.

He looked at Yun Qingchen, and after a long silence, he pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled: "Lord Yun." ”

Yun Qingchen breathed a sigh of relief and asked him, "Do you want to go back?" ”

Song Qingsheng tilted his head to look at him: "Go back?" Why did you go back so early? I haven't finished the wine you've invited me to drink, and I'm reluctant to go back. ”

Yun Qingchen was silent for a moment: "You can take it back." ”

Song Qingsheng chuckled low for a while, and didn't respond to his proposal, just asked, "By the way, Lord Yun, how did you know about that rose ointment?" I don't even know ......."

Yun Qingchen's expression became a little unnatural.

It is said that wine is intimidating, Song Qingsheng actually stood up all of a sudden, lay on the table, and hugged Yun Qingchen's neck: "If you don't make it clear, I won't let you go." ”

The two men were very close.

Yun Qingchen looked at Song Qingsheng and was a little less calm.

He was silent for a moment, and then slowly spoke, "Because I ......"

But before he could say anything, Song Qingsheng suddenly snorted, as if he was enduring some pain.

"What's wrong with you?" Yun Qingchen stopped and looked at him.

"It's not much," Song Qingsheng laughed, let go of Yun Qingchen's neck, and exposed his arm to show him, "I'm allergic to alcohol." ”

"Alcohol allergy?" Yun Qingchen didn't understand.

Song Qingsheng nodded: "Yes." In other words, I can't actually drink alcohol, and when I drink, my body can't bear it. That's why I said, drinking alcohol is my special need, and I usually don't dare to drink because I might have to lie in bed for a long time after drinking......"

Yun Qingchen did not speak.

Song Qingsheng slipped off the table and sat down on the stool again.

He sighed, "Fortunately, Lord Yun came with me, although I don't drink well, I do like wine very much. Sometimes, being sober is more painful, and only when you are drunk will you feel a little more comfortable. ”

Yun Qingchen agrees with this statement.

Song Qingsheng was about to pour himself another glass of wine, but a hand that appeared out of thin air grabbed his wrist, snatched the wine jug, and stopped him.

Turning his head slowly, Song Qingsheng saw Yun Qingchen who appeared beside him at some point.

He showed a look of surprise: "Weren't you still across from me just now?" Hello fast! ”

After a pause, he added: "But, after all, you are a killer, I understand......"

After finishing speaking, Song Qingsheng stretched out his hand to snatch back the wine jug that he had been taken away, but Yun Qingchen raised his hand and refused to give it to him.

Song Qingsheng snorted: "Lord Yun, give it back to me." I haven't had enough yet. ”

Haven't had enough yet?

Looking down at Song Qingsheng's red body, Yun Qingchen couldn't help frowning.

Does this person still want this life?

"Don't drink it, go." Yun Qingchen made a cold decision.

"Let's go? Where are you going? Song Qingsheng tilted his head and asked him.

"Back to the inn." As he spoke, Yun Qingchen put the wine jug on the table.

Song Qingsheng didn't go to get the wine jug again. He sat on the stool, looked at Yun Qingchen, and asked again: "Lord Yun, I'm really curious, how did you know the usefulness of rose ointment......

After a slight groan, Yun Qingchen opened his mouth a little slowly: "That's because I ......"

"Ah, you say, what are the queen and the king doing now?" Song Qingsheng suddenly interrupted him again.

People who have drunk alcohol don't know what they're doing, their minds are flying around, they don't know where they're going.

Yun Qingchen closed his mouth and his brows slowly furrowed.

At this time, the king must have slept with the queen, and kisses and hugs are necessary. Yun Qingchen was a little jealous, but he was not so jealous, and he couldn't say it clearly.

Song Qingsheng suddenly grabbed Yun Qingchen's sleeve and asked him, "Lord Yun, can you hold me?" ”

Yun Qingchen was stunned: "Hug you?" ”

These two big men, if they have nothing to do, why did they suddenly say that they wanted to hug?

"Yes," Song Qingsheng smiled and nodded, "I've never been hugged before." I used to be very envious that other people's children were held by their parents and other relatives, but I didn't. I'm really envious. ”

He seems to be selling badly.

But Yun Qingchen unexpectedly ate this. After he groaned repeatedly, he sighed in the end, and stepped forward to give Song Qingsheng a hug.

Song Qingsheng said again at this time: "You want to pick me up, the kind of hug that adults give to children." ”

Nian was drunk and unwell, Yun Qingchen forcibly pressed the urge to beat him, and responded: "Okay." ”

He touched Song Qingsheng and slowly picked him up.

Song Qingsheng was not too heavy, and it was easy for Yun Qingchen to hug him.

Song Qingsheng also really enjoyed the hug, he hugged Yun Qingchen's waist, and his cheek leaned towards his neck.

Yun Qingchen suddenly felt that this would not work.

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