"When they fight with you, they must have been injured a lot."

Su Yunran lowered his head and continued to look at the scroll in his hand, and his clear voice was a little concerned, and he slowly spoke: "Now is the best time for you to recover." ”

Mo Qingchen's eyes lit up, and he saw Su Yunran slowly raise his head, with a strange light in his eyes, and his clear eyes were pure.

"They won't let you go easily, so you better have a good rest."

The corners of Mo Qingchen's mouth slowly bloomed with a shallow smile, like rippling flowers, with refreshing warmth, Rumo's eyes were deep and calm, glowing with fine light, and his cold face was gentle.

Su Yunran looked at Mo Qingchen's bright smile, his heart moved, he squinted slightly, and lowered his head uncomfortably.

But in an instant, his waist tightened, and the familiar cold fragrance came to his face, and the whole person had fallen into Mo Qingchen's arms.

Mo Qingchen hugged Su Yunran's petite body tightly, his voice was low and moving, with pleasure and gorgeousness, and he called softly, "Ah Ran." ”

Su Yunran lowered his eyebrows, his eyes gradually moistened, and his slender white and tender little hands subconsciously loosened, and the scroll fell to the ground.

The soft light and temperature of the night pearl lingered, reflecting the ink stained on the scroll, giving Mo Qingchen's Xuanyi a shallow halo, with an intoxicating temperature.

Su Yun's white figure is extremely holy.

After a long time, Su Yunran's voice was as clear as jade.

"Qingchen."

"Huh?" Mo Qingchen replied in a low voice.

"Can you play the piano?" Su Yunran's body moved, and his eyebrows trembled slightly.

Mo Qingchen's eyes moved slightly, and he asked, "Want to hear?" ”

Su Yunran responded, "I think." And he spoke no more.

Mo Qingchen sniffed the medicinal fragrance on Su Yun's body, his mood was extremely clear, and his mellow voice was smiling, "Okay." ”

Mo Qingchen let go of Su Yunran, slowly helped her comb her slightly messy hair, gathered her cloak, and sat down in front of the small desk in front of the low couch.

With a sweep of the wide sleeves, Kuroki's lyre appeared, the strings shining with a cool sheen.

The sound of the piano sounded, Mo Qingchen's slender fingers caressed the strings, each movement carried a moist feeling, and with a wide range of all, the sound of the piano was mixed with stubborn faith, lingering throughout the room.

Su Yunran leaned lazily on the couch, the tear mole was softer under the night pearl, a little less poignant, the eyelashes like butterfly wings crossed the moving arc, and the tight thin lips gradually relaxed.

Where Mo Qingchen couldn't see, Su Yunran's eyes were moist, and a crystal tear slowly flowed from the corner of his eye, which slowly crossed his cheeks and landed on the cloak.

Blur out of a complicated mind.

Blur away a bunch of complicated melancholy.

The past that has been blurred for many years is one after another.

Mo Qingchen's ink-like eyes were deep, as if he was hiding thousands of thoughts, staring at the woman on the couch, his eyes turned a thousand times, but he did not regret it until he died.

This obsession seems to have spanned thousands of years, connecting the two together, through the sun, moon and stars, through the dust, rain and snow, through the twilight and snow, through the turn of years, so that the two can meet.

Come and continue that, I don't know who promised whom, and I have been in love for a long time.

When the sound of the piano stopped, Su Yunran nestled on the couch, his eyes were closed, his eyelashes like butterfly wings were particularly beautiful, his fair face was full of warm color, his petite body was wrapped in a white cloak, and the thick and shiny fox hair was piled up around his neck.

The right hand was loosely gripping the scroll, resting on top of his abdomen, his head slightly tilted inward, apparently asleep.

I don't know why, Mo Qingchen looked at Su Yunran like this, and suddenly gave birth to a feeling that the years were quiet, he felt that if the future days could be like this, he was willing to leave everything behind, and stay with her Ah Ran, waiting for the wilderness together.

Go to a party, and make an appointment together.

Mo Qingchen took the piano, walked to Su Yunran's side gently, leaned over, and was slightly stunned for a moment when he saw the tears in the corners of her eyes.

Then, deep pity welled up in Rumo's deep eyes, and her cold brows furrowed.

With a helpless sigh, Mo Qingchen stretched out his hand, gently picked up Su Yunran, took off the cloak for her, carefully put it on the bed, and covered it with a brocade quilt.

Looking at Su Yunran's sleeping face, Mo Qingchen stretched out his hand and gently stroked the tears in the corners of her eyes, and his voice was subtle, as if he was whispering.

"Ah Ran, you are tempted by Qingchen, right?"

"So, what are you afraid of?"

"What do you want me to do, just say it, after all, ······" Mo Qingchen paused and continued

"I belong to you."

"Always, it's all yours."

After saying that, Mo Qingchen leaned over and gently kissed the corner of Su Yunran's eyes, gentle and reverent, as if she wanted to swallow all the things that made her cry.

He will take care of everything.

It's a pity that Ah Ran didn't say anything.