IX Cultivation

rubbed his chin, and asked:

"Brother, haven't you gone out recently?"

The young man didn't know what Yan Xi's plan was, but he still said indifferently: "No, what's the problem?"

"No, I just feel that the weather is good recently, which is very suitable for drawing in the yard." Yan Xi waved his hand, stood up suddenly, walked to the tightly covered floor-to-ceiling windows, opened a gap, and the outside sunlight Immediately, it pierced like a sharp sword, shining brightly, as if a power from another world, "Brother, you should be busy."

Yan Xi just cares about men's dreams. No one knows that the Yan family has a son, but Wan Ling dreamed of Wan Ou who became his servant, Ye Qingming who became a monster, and Tan Lang who became a demon. , him who is a half-demon, Long Jun played by a stranger, and Luofu Immortal played by Qiao Yue. They are obviously absurd and speechless, but they are inextricably linked with reality.

He cared a lot, but he didn't care about it after all.

A dream is a dream after all, no matter whether it is the cause of the previous life or the result of the present life, those who commit crimes will not be able to live.

In the eyes of the young man, Yan Xi, his younger brother, just came here for no reason, asked endless questions and then left. The young man looked at the back of Yan Xi leaving, and his light gray pupils were full of tears. Silence, when Yan Xi completely disappeared from sight, the young man asked the three assistants to go out, and the second the door was carefully closed by the assistants, the young man's hand holding the pen was raised high and then fell down!

'boom! ' The sound was the sound of a fist hanging down on an expensive table, and it was extremely dull. When the young man moved his hand away, the beautiful white pen was stuck straight on the table with cracks all over, penetrating three points.

He walked to the place where Yan Xi had just stood, his light-colored eyes were illuminated by the sun, and he could clearly see the light red sickness inside. He narrowed his eyes subconsciously, but immediately forced himself to open them. His bony hands rested on the glass On the window, touching the outside world through the cold window, as if I was standing outside...

After a while, he saw Yan Xi driving away. The black car drove through the huge garden, exited the carved iron gate, and left in a hurry.

The young man had heard from his parents, and he also knew that Yan Xi had a gay man, and he was very fond of that man, so he was in such a hurry to go back, probably to see that man.

This is really a happy life.

——It is also an eyesore and wants to be destroyed.

Yan Zhijue thought distortedly, then closed the curtains again, sat back in his seat of symbolic status in this house and remained silent, and when he found that the time for his medicine was ticking away by the clock next to him, he pulled Open the drawer, take out a bottle from the overflowing bottles and jars, pour the pills in the palm of your hand, and after a while, throw them into the trash can...

Yan knows that he is sick.

intrinsic.

In ancient times, those who were born with illnesses like this from the mother's womb were said to have committed sins in their previous lives.

Yan Zhijue heard the rumor, and a smile appeared on his handsome face. He felt that if this explanation was acceptable, he must have slaughtered the entire country in his previous life, otherwise how could he be worthy of the natural albinism in this life.

When Yan Zhijue was young, the doctor said that he would not live to be ten years old. Even when he grew up, he would not be able to go out often. He was afraid of light and his skin was sensitive, so he could only live in a relatively safe environment.

Yan Zhijue had never been to school. Before accepting the entire Yan family business, apart from tutoring, he only had contact with the servants and parents of the Yan family.

He can only learn about the outside world through the Internet, and he can't use it for a long time. Even though his health is much better now, he still can't be exposed to the sun, like an ugly underground creature that never sees the sun, which is ridiculous and sad.

Yan Zhijue's white eyelashes fluttered slowly, and those light-colored pupils reflected the oppressive furnishings of the silent room.

"The weather is fine?" Yan Zhijue murmured to himself, his voice was as low as a ghost, "Oh...disgusting."

149. This is reality.

A month later, Wan Ling's family moved to a small villa from the community, and they have been living in a small villa for a week, and they have adapted well.Since he was going back to work in the hospital in a few days, the man spared a day to accompany Wan Ou who was on vacation.As a result, he sat on the sofa and began to feel sleepy after a while.

"Dad, are you tired?"

The boy with red lips and white teeth lay on the side of the sofa and looked at the drowsy man, his voice was much lower, and he said softly:

"I'll go get the quilt for Dad."

Wan Ling stroked the boy's smooth black hair, shook his head, got up from the sofa, went to open the French window facing the small garden together with the curtains, and immediately fresh air came blowing in from the outside world, waking up the tired man He stretched out his nerves, and the loose white T-shirt was penetrated by the sun, showing his flexible waist.

The man had an ordinary appearance and a well-proportioned figure. Before he passed out, he had some small muscles, but now they disappeared without a trace, and he even seemed to have gained a lot of weight.The man's temperament is cold, and at first glance he is very difficult to talk to, but only after getting in touch with him will he realize that men also have their softness.

The small red mole on the center of the eyebrows is in a very place, with an inexplicable holiness, but matched with those slender eyes at the end of the eyes, it makes people feel that he looks at himself full of affection.

"Okay, I'm not sleepy anymore." Wan Ling has been in a bad state recently, probably because summer is here, and the heat makes people want to sleep. Taste 'Book a seat, let's celebrate your summer vacation, shall we?"

The boy's smiling eyes were bent into beautiful crescents, and he responded obediently, then picked up the man's cell phone and started calling.

Wan Ling's family is a frequent visitor to that seafood restaurant. Of course, men especially like it, so Yan Xi takes Xiaoou along with the men and goes there almost every other week.

The action on the phone was quick, and while talking on the phone, he told the man that it was booked, and said that he would pick up the big and small ones after get off work, and they chatted for more than ten minutes before hanging up.

After Wan Ling hung up the phone, he didn't know why he was in a daze for a while before he remembered that he had to change clothes for Wan Ou, and he had to change into home clothes before he could go out.

He rubbed his temples, feeling that he had been reacting a lot slower recently, and he didn't know if there was something wrong with the hit head...

The little boy Wan Ou watched what his father said to himself, with a slightly tangled expression, the boy looked at it, but smiled, he suddenly hugged the man's thigh for some reason, rubbing against the man's thigh.

"Xiao Ou is so big, and still so clingy, if your kindergarten children find out, they will definitely laugh at you." Wan Ling picked up the fragrant boy wearing a bear pattern, and went upstairs go up.

The boy was lying in the man's arms, Bai Shengsheng's calf and short and thick arms were encircling Wan Ling, and said: "No way, they don't dare to sleep alone now, and some still wet the bed. They're much stronger."

The man pretended not to believe it and said, "Really?"

The boy fluttered his big eyes and said, "Of course, Dad, you have to reward me."

"Then what does Xiaoou want?" Wan Ling had brought Wanou to Wanou's small room upstairs at this time. He opened the cabinet, which was full of small clothes. He took out a small pink short-sleeved and Light-colored shorts, while putting on the child, said, "How about allowing you to watch TV until nine o'clock today?"

The boy followed Wan Ling's movements and put on his little clothes, his hair immediately turned up a few strands, his eyes sparkled, he suddenly grabbed the man's wrist and said, "Dad, you used to reward me for kissing." After finishing, the boy lowered his eyes shyly, and seemed a little uneasy.

Wan Ling helped the boy lift up the shorts, then pinched the little boy's chubby face, and said, "You are already so old, you coaxed and fed you when you were young and you couldn't eat, besides, your little boy Dad doesn't like..."

After weaning, Wan Ou could not chew or swallow. Wan Ling was fed with a spoon, and Wan Ou always wrinkled his face and cried pitifully. The man then directly fed him with his mouth, and the baby Wan Ou was able to accept this kind of feeding, and then he maintained this kind of thing unknowingly until Yan Xi said that Xiao Ou had grown up...

Wan Ou suddenly lowered his head in frustration, looked at his toes, and said to himself as if he was wronged: "But now the little dad is not here... just a moment..."

"Your little dad will be angry if you know it." Wan Ling said while changing her clothes.

The boy stopped talking, the corners of his mouth were curled slightly, his eyelashes covered most of his beautiful eyes, even when he saw the man leaving him from the corner of his eye, he didn't panic.

Just when Wan Ou thought the man was angry and wanted to chase after Wan Ling, the man came back again, bent slightly and leaned in front of Wan Ou who was sitting in a daze on the bed, there was a slight pause, but he quickly kissed on the boy's lips.

The soft tongue gently touched Xiao Wan'ou's lips, and sweet juice flowed down the man's side.

Wan Ou quickly realized that he closed his eyes, put his hands around the man's neck, and sucked the tip of the man's tongue like a baby, and finally waited for the juice in the man's mouth to pass, and the boy seemed to be Without knowing it, she stuck out the tip of her pink tongue into the man's lips obsessively.

Wan Ling wanted to leave, but in the end he was hugged by the boy. The two people's overly intimate behavior was nothing to the man. He hesitated just now, but he really didn't feel good. He thought this was the last time he would let him go Random movements by children.

The man will not have children of his own, so he will be very good to Wan Ou.

Unavoidably, Wan Ling would think of himself in the dream when Wan Ou called him 'Daddy'.