It's not too much to say that a beauty is a little bit stronger

Huo Lanxu was originally in a low mood, but when he saw his beloved, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

It's like the first ray of sunshine in spring, penetrating the haze and shining into the heart.

He tried hard to look less embarrassed, but there was really no way.

Finally, he muttered quietly, "I didn't expect him to slap me in the face."

Yang Nanqing suppressed his laughter, reached out and pulled him up, "Master Huo's strengths are not just his face."

As Huo Lanxu listened, the haze in his heart instantly dissipated.

"Really?"

Yang Nanqing touched his head and said, "It's fake."

Huo Lanxu suddenly became like a deflated ball, but Yang Nanqing quickly said:

"Because you are so beautiful, I am jealous. So, your face is not an advantage."

Huo Lanxu burst out laughing, "Nanqing, I didn't expect you to say something like that."

"What...what's wrong? I saw it written like this in the storybook." Yang Nanqing scratched his face in embarrassment.

Very comforting.

Huo Lanxu's original mood gradually brightened from the moment he saw Yang Nanqing.

From childhood to adulthood, Huo Lanxu was often beaten because he was too naughty and did not conform to the Huo family's rules at all.

The young master of the Huo family was a notoriously naughty boy. His family couldn't do anything about him, so they sent him to Jinlemen.

Jinlemen is the property of the old man of the Huo family, and many people who study art and martial arts also go to Jinlemen to study.

Huo Lanxu was stunned when he saw Yang Nanqing for the first time.

He had never seen anyone with eyes so big and beautiful, like a doll's.

But later, he discovered that this doll was not as weak as it looked.

The master asked them to train together. The kid hit people with great strength and almost made him cry.

He thought Yang Nanqing hated him, so he ran away in shame when he saw him.

Later one night, when Yang Nanqing climbed over the wall of his house and crawled along the ivy to his window, he was really scared.

That was the first time Yang Nanqing climbed through the window to look for him.

Wawa asked him, "Why don't you go to listen to the master's class?"

These were the first words he uttered when he entered the room.

"You, don't you hate me? Even my mother's beating didn't hurt this much."

"I...I didn't mean it."

Yang Nanqing is just too serious. He is serious about everything he does.

The two children stood there in awkward silence for a long time.

Later, Yang Nanqing stretched out his hand and said, "How about you pinch me and we'll be even?"

Huo Lanxu looked up and was stunned for a moment, "Why?"

Why do you want to be even? Don’t you hate me?

Yang Nanqing lowered his head awkwardly: "You are the only one of my age in Jinlemen. I want... I want to be friends with you."

Huo Lanxu's pupils shrank slightly, and for some reason, his ears suddenly turned red.

Friends, friends, friends!

Huo Lanxu had no friends since he was a child. No one wanted to be friends with him because he had too many clever ideas and others found him annoying.

Even if someone said they wanted to be friends with him, they were all adults.

The adults wanted to know his father by knowing himself.

Even though he was just a child, he could still sense the little thoughts of the adults.

Huo Lanxu touched his head with his left hand and extended his right hand towards him: "Okay, this young master agrees!"

This young master agrees with this, and it will be a lifelong thing.

Yang Nanqing accompanied him throughout his childhood. Whenever he was sad, Yang Nanqing could always notice his depression at the first moment and use clumsy methods to make him happy.

It's strange to say, no matter how others coax him, he is not happy, but once Yang Nanqing comes over, no matter how clumsy the method is, even if it's just a grimace, he will feel much better.

That's what friends are like, encouraging and helping each other.

Yang Nanqing is too hardworking, and his love for drama is something Huo Lanxu cannot understand.

He can get up so early every day to stretch his legs, which he could never stretch in his dreams. Doesn’t it hurt when he stretches his legs?

In order to play various roles well, Yang Nanqing not only has to learn dance, but also practice martial arts.

There are always many injuries on the body.

At that time, Huo Lanxu would always carry a lot of medicine with him, and every time Yang Nanqing was injured, he would run over to help him.

When he grew up, he didn't know when it started, but whenever he saw Yang Nanqing, his heart would start beating fast.

He didn't know what that feeling was, so his father sent him abroad to study for no apparent reason.

This departure lasted five years.

After five years of reunion, Yang Nanqing has become even better and has become a shining presence on the stage.

Huo Lanxu was happy for him from the bottom of his heart, and at the same time, he could no longer deny his feelings towards him.

He liked him, even though he was a little old-fashioned.

But maybe... that's love at first sight.

Yang Nanqing came to Huo Lanxu's side and asked, "What are you thinking about? Why have you been staring at me for so long?"

Huo Lanxu came back to his senses, "I was wondering, have you read the letters I wrote to you over the years?"

He raised his eyes and looked at Yang Nanqing deeply.

Yang Nanqing was silent.

The letters traveled across the oceans, the handwriting carrying the most primitive love.

I don’t say I love you in every word, but every sentence hides my love for you.

Yang Nanqing tore off the plaster and slowly applied it on Huo Lanxu's forehead. He raised his hand and his sleeve slid down his arm.

There is a very long scar there, which was accidentally scratched by props during a performance.

Huo Lanxu's heart skipped a beat and he couldn't help but hold his wrist.

Yang Nanqing's muscles tensed unnaturally because he felt Huo Lanxu approaching.

Because the wound had already scarred, applying medicine was useless. Huo Lanxu looked at the scar for a long time and unknowingly kissed it.

When he came to his senses, he realized how rude he was.

He bounced up: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

Perhaps this is what it means when love is so deep that one cannot control oneself.

Both of their ears and necks were a little red.

Yang Nanqing didn't speak for a long time.

When he thought Yang Nanqing was about to leave.

He heard what Yang Nanqing said: "I saw it."

He admitted it.

Those letters.

Every syllable, the temperature of the air flowing when speaking, slides across the thin membrane of the heart. Unconsciously, the heart begins to accelerate, and a tingling electric current runs across the spine.

He met Yang Nanqing's eyes, and a fire was boiling from deep within his blood.

piping hot.

It's like a fire that can no longer be hidden.

Even if it means burning himself and his life, he still wants to hug the one he loves.

Huo Lanxu blushed to his ears. He lowered his head and whispered tentatively:

"I...I can, can you...?"

His world was spinning in circles, wondering what he was talking about and what was allowed and not allowed.

He originally wanted to confess his feelings in person, but he stuttered for a long time and said a few words about whether it was possible.

Yang Nanqing raised his knuckles slightly and hooked Huo Lanxu's index finger.