Flame Covers the Sky[Entertainment]

That night, Xing Tian went to Yanzixiao for dinner, and found a strange small bag in Yanzixiao's living room, which contained a stack of brightly colored banknotes and several bundles of white wax and incense.

Xing Tian shuddered, and immediately knew in his heart that this small package was related to honoring An Qi.

Yan Zixiao came out of the kitchen with no concealment of anger in his eyes: "How did you get in?"

"From the gate."

"Key, where did you get the key?"

Xing Tian spread his hands: "It's on me, come and get it."

Yan Zixiao fumbled in the pockets of Xing Tian's jacket and trousers, but couldn't find the key. Hearing Xing Tian's hearty smile, he suddenly realized that he had been tricked.

"you!"

Xing Tian took out a golden and copper-colored key from nowhere: "This is from my wife's house."

Yan Zixiao immediately recognized that key as the spare key he kept in the bedroom: "How did you get it?"

"Baby Sheng'er gave it to me."

"Give it back to me!" Yan Zixiao tried to snatch the key, Xing Tian waved his hand, clenched his fist and hid behind his back, the key disappeared again.

"The key belongs to my house. Otherwise, I'll call the police."

"I said it belonged to my wife's house, but you said it belonged to you, so you are admitting that you are my wife in disguise?" Xing Tian's words disturbed Yan Zixiao's heart.

Yan Zixiao gritted his teeth in resentment, he had long known that this guy was eloquent, and he would definitely not gain advantage by playing tricks with him.Yan Zixiao resented the slightest disagreement, but Xing Tian challenged his bottom line again and again. He could only cheer up his luck and prepare to enter the beating mode. Lesson learned.

But Xing Tian didn't joke with him anymore, he suddenly stretched out two hands, clenched his hands like fists, and said with a smile: "The key is in one hand, you guess, I will return it to you if you guess right."

Yan Zixiao rejected a cold smile, stretched out his hand to grab Xing Tian's right wrist, and tightened it tightly with his tiger's mouth, and soon heard a crisp fracture sound.

His wrist quickly turned white and blue, and Xing Tian's temper and patience were exhausted. He simply let go of his left hand, locked Yan Zixiao's forearm with his palm, and said angrily, "Yan Zixiao, my hand is about to break!"

Yan Zixiao let go, stared at Xing Tiantian's dangling left hand, without any pity or sympathy, went to break Xing Tian's right hand.

In Xing Tian's exaggerated crying and howling, Xing Tian's right hand was flattened in front of Yan Zixiao, it was empty, and there was no key.Yan Zixiao raised her eyebrows, her tone was clearly displeased, "Where's the key?"

He didn't hide both hands, and let him guess?Do you really think he has a good temper and teased him?

Xing Tian smiled awkwardly, seeing that Yan Zixiao was obviously really angry, and immediately pointed to the sacrifice on the table for the deceased: "Don't hit me, An Qi is watching."

Yan Zixiao's movements were obviously slow.

"Don't forget, I was one of An Qi's friends during her lifetime, and she mentioned me in her diary many times."

The atmosphere in the room was silent and tense.

Yan Zixiao put away the offerings, turned and went back to the kitchen.

After hesitating for a long time, Xing Tian also followed in, put on an apron, and helped Yan Zixiao wash the vegetables.

"Hey, Yan Zixiao, why are you going to see An Qi?"

"Ask this for what?"

"I want to go see her with you." Xing Tian suddenly remembered the surprise and escape that flashed in his brother's eyes when he casually mentioned An Qi in front of his brother on the night of his father's Gu Xi's birthday.He is sending people to investigate this suspicious point, and the clues are not yet clear, but he can be sure that his brother Xing Ruiyu must be one of the keys to solve An Qi's tragic disaster.

Yan Zixiao was silent, and the movement of chopping vegetables was also slow.

Xing Tian walked up to Yan Zixiao, and whispered: "I'm serious, An Qi passed away six years ago, but I haven't visited her once. In fact, my friend is a bit hypocritical, a bit fake."

Back then, Xing Tian's career was on the rise, and he lacked everything, including all kinds of friends.Among them, An Qi has a special personality, and is also the most ordinary and inconspicuous.

"Can I go?" Xing Tian pleaded sincerely.

"can."

"Thank you, Zixiao. Hey, hey, don't put some vegetables in this assorted soup. Lele and I don't like it."

Yan Zixiao turned her head.Xing Tian immediately covered his mouth.

Yan Zixiao poured all the small rapeseed in the draining basket into the soup pot, and said sarcastically: "Don't push your nose on your face, after this meal, get out—"

Xing Tian pretended not to hear, and hummed a pleasant little tune.

******

A suburban cemetery.

The sky turned gray at some point.

The sky is low, the clouds are turbulent, and the cold wind whistles from the ears, sweeping away the great grievances of the dead and the sorrow of the living.

On the day of Yan Ziqi's death, he passed away early when he was supposed to be as beautiful as a flower, and abandoned his family and dreams in a hurry.

Yan Zixiao carefully arranged the delicious food prepared the night before, braised pork knuckle in brown sauce, braised prawns in oil, grilled fish on a iron plate, a few light and delicious vegetarian dishes, and the sugar garlic and candied fruit he specially pickled for his sister, bought from KFC Family bucket.

Yan Sheng also came.This is the first time Yan Zixiao brought a child to his biological mother's grave.The child is always smarter than he thinks, he has a premonition of something, the whole time he doesn't speak, his eyes are red.

"Ziqi. I said before that I would find a mother for Lele, but this promise is void. My brother can't do it. I'm sorry."

"I've already read your diary, but it's a pity that it's incomplete. I hope I can find the missing copy."

"Today is your birthday in Yangjian. Brother regrets it very much. If I had known that the relative who adopted you had evil intentions, I shouldn't have let you go alone."

Yan Zixiao's voice gradually choked up, his voice was heavy and hoarse like a lead stone: "Ziqi, brother, I miss you so much!"

I miss your cute and sensible smile.

I miss your skillful hands mending brother's clothes.

I miss you wearing a white skirt in summer and dancing innocently and romantically under the old elm tree at the door of your house.

I miss the song you babbled and sang.

I miss the sad tears you cried when we parted.

Yan Zixiao bit her lips and turned pale, her whole body trembling.

Seeing this, Xing Tian's eyes were slightly hot. A tombstone separated two cities that could never meet each other. It turned out that death was so close to him.

"Zi Xiao, why don't you just be quiet for a while, and I'll talk to An Qi for a while." Xing Tian couldn't stand Yan Zixiao's forced calm anymore.

Yan Zixiao reluctantly agreed, and sat with her son on the stone bench beside the path in the cemetery.

Xing Tian stayed alone, placed a bouquet of delicate red roses in front of Yan Ziqi's tomb, and bowed deeply.

"Sorry, An Qi, I'm late."

The girl's smile could only be fixed on the lifeless stone tablet.

"First of all, thank you for bringing Yan Zixiao to my side. The agreement between you and me has come into effect." In the dark, this mysterious force made him and Yan Zixiao meet unexpectedly, and Xing Tian was in awe and gratitude.

You can't tell lies in front of the dead.

Xing Tian said slowly: "Your brother is very special, I can't help but want to get close to him. I will try my best to be a good lover and meet all the needs of him and Lele."

The girl's smile was still the same, but when Xing Tian looked at it again, he felt that the smile was melancholy and sad.

Xing Tian suddenly lowered his head, as if he was torturing his heart: "I know what you want to ask? I don't know, my life before was boring, but after meeting your brother, I am very happy."

A gust of wind flew by, and the air was even colder. Rose petals were floating all over the sky, enjoying the last grace and brilliance before withering under the wanton cold wind. Xing Tian heard footsteps behind him, and turned his head in surprise.

Yan Zi Xiao said: "Let's go, the sky has changed."

******

Enter Cherokee.Yan Sheng was already fast asleep in the child safety seat in the back seat.Xing Tian drove, Yan Zixiao sat in the passenger seat.

The road ahead was uneven, Yan Zixiao saw his son's sleeping face in the mirror and said, "The road is bumpy, drive slowly."

Xing Tian responded: "Understood."

The car drove smoothly on the ups and downs of the mountain roads in the outskirts of the city. Perhaps it was because of the speed reduction. Xing Tian felt that the road under his feet was getting longer and longer, and it would never end. It seemed that if he kept driving, his life would be wasted. .

"Zi Xiao, can I ask a question?"

Yan Zixiao's eyelids twitched, and there was an omen in his heart: "Say."

"Yan Cheng... is An Qi's child!?" Although it was a question, Xing Tian's affirmative tone showed his attitude.

"Yes." Since Xing Tian asked, Yan Zixiao didn't intend to hide him, "When I found Lele, he was still a baby in swaddling clothes. In order to investigate the truth of An Qi's death, I brought him to this city to take root and survive. I don’t dare to expect anything extra, I just hope that my son can grow up healthy and catch the culprit who killed Zi Qi.”

But when Yan Zixiao thought of his ups and downs in the past few years, he felt that he was just thinking about it. It happened many years ago. See the end?

Passing the top of a mountain, Xing Tian parked the car on the side of the road and let Yan Zixiao get out of the car to smoke a cigarette.Men's worries are mostly relieved by cigarettes, alcohol, and women.

Yan Zixiao leaned against the hood, and in the faint smoke, sighed sadly: "The south is so nice, trees never grow old."

The sky is flickering and dark, the green hills and mountains are rolling and undulating by the wind, as if this green sea is the only fresh life on the earth.

Xing Tian walked up to Yan Zixiao, snatched the slender cigarette between Yan Zixiao's fingers, and put it in his mouth, the burnt aroma of plants roasted by the sun immediately came from the tip of his tongue.

Xing Tian stretched out two fists in front of Yan Zixiao, and then raised the corner of his lips with a cigarette butt in his mouth, "Yan Zixiao, guess, which hand is the key of your house? If you guess wrong, you will be punished."

A man who has been fooled once will not be fooled a second time, Yan Zixiao sneered with disdain: "boring, childish."

"Then you can stay with me for a while. It seems that the two of us are the only living people on this mountain." We depended on each other.Xing Tian exhaled misty smoke from his mouth.

"Left hand."

Xing Tian let go of his left hand and raised it in the air, but there was nothing there, he smiled and said, "Guess again?"

Yan Zixiao gazed into the distance, not looking at Xing Tian, ​​and said softly: "The right hand."

Xing Tiandao: "You guessed wrong again, it's time for punishment—"

Yan Zixiao finally shifted her gaze to Xing Tian's right palm, in that palm with clear and beautiful lines, lay a small light yellow ring quietly, it was a simple and elegant male ring.

Xing Tian put the men's ring on Yan Zixiao's middle finger: "Wow, your size is exactly the same as my wife's."

Yan Zixiao's eyes were like still water, and he looked at Xing Tian.Xing Tian's expression was not as deceitful as his usual disguise.

Xing Tian finished smoking and returned to the car.

Yan Zixiao stared at the shiny metal ring on his knuckles, dazed for a moment, finally he took off the ring, put it in his pocket, and got on the car.

******

Time always passes inadvertently.

The New Year is approaching in a blink of an eye, but the relationship between Xing Tian and Yan Zixiao is still not repaired.

Xing Tian had a few small pimples on his chin, and Dr. Lu said it was caused by internal heat.Zhong Yan's group of cronies complained about Xing Tian's transformation into a good husband at home, but he still felt useless. Does his family have a bad temper? Wait, Xing Tian just smiled coldly, one by one contemptuously rejecting the bachelor parties held by cronies .

He said that he pretended to be someone in his heart, and he was no longer empty, lonely and cold.

Partying is boring and vulgar, it's better to have a meal at my wife's house.

Only Zhong Yan knew that the young master wanted to save face and suffer, so he said, "You obviously want to be high with us, lingering in the flowers and plants, but because of that Yan Zixiao, you endured the primitive | does it worth?"

Xing Tian didn't care and replied: "I, Xing Tian, ​​don't make money-losing business, of course it's worth it." After he finished speaking, he had already made up a hundred g's in his brain.

"However, he is also stubborn enough. You have shown your kindness repeatedly, but you don't even forgive you at all."

"It doesn't matter if you don't forgive me, anyway, I should spend my time at his house and still spend my time."

Zhong Yan patted his friend on the shoulder, looked at the pimples on Xing Tianxia's chin, and expressed sympathy: "Be careful if you get sick, don't forget that you still have your right hand."

"Don't bother you to worry about it, Yan Zixiao and I are very well coordinated in bed|things." Xing Tian smiled confidently.

Make it up, just look at the pimples on your face, you can tell that you haven't eaten any meat.

Seeing his friend pretending to be coercive, Zhong Yan didn't let go of the tragic fact that Xing Tian couldn't even sleep in a man's bed recently.He didn't understand, actually Xing Tian didn't have to sacrifice so much energy and time to please someone who couldn't be together, the playboy Congliangji, even outsiders looked uncomfortable.

Is it worth it?unless.

Zhong Yan's face changed slightly, and an astonishing idea suddenly popped up in his mind——

Maybe this wicked young man didn't even notice himself, he pretended to be someone in his heart, and he was no longer empty and lonely.

The false speaks as well as the true.