Grand Collection

Meng Xin’s funeral was fully organized by Kong Xin. Both Confucius and Mencius families have been collectors for a century. Although the Meng family has declined, the centipede is dead but not stiff. .

Luo Zigeng glanced at the person who walked up to the portrait to offer a stick of incense, leaned over to Kong Xin's ear, and said in a low voice, "This person is Wang Baxian's subordinate, I recognize him, given the friendship between Wang Baxian and Brother Meng, how can he Will you only send one of your men over to deliver the elegiac couplet?"

Kong Xin's face was gloomy, and he stared intently at the mourner in front of the portrait, "This bastard has a guilty conscience. It seems that he also saw that the old smoker has a problem, and he is afraid that I will find him trouble."

"Huh?" Luo Zigeng frowned, "He knows that the flask is a fake? Only we and Uncle Kong know about this."

Kong Xin snorted coldly, "With the ability of that bastard, it's not unusual to know this. He is a broker and has the best information."

"What now?"

"Don't worry, find him out first, damn it, if you don't answer my call, he's dead!" Kong Xin put away his phone and cursed bitterly. He followed up step by step, walked outside the door, raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, "Dude, why are you here, where is the old bastard?"

"Hey, Young Master Kong," the mourner hurriedly exchanged greetings, automatically ignoring his unfriendly address to his boss, and said with regret, "When our boss heard the sad news about Young Master Meng, he fainted from sadness. I have to come back in person in the future, but Ruzhou is too busy with work, and I can't get away. Alas... You said that Meng Shao... is really jealous of talents. Our boss is such a resolute man. Crying into tears..."

Kong Xin was expressionless, "Is he living in the Rose Garden or Yangming Villa these days?"

"..." The man was taken aback, "Master Kong, you don't believe me."

"I believe in you," Kong Xin said calmly, "but I believe even more in my own understanding of that bastard."

Watching Kong Xin turn around and walk back to the mourning hall, the man shook his head helplessly and muttered in a low voice, "I hope the boss doesn't blame me for not being good at things. This young master Kong is really difficult to deal with..."

After dismissing the cheap uncle, Xiaomeng was finally put in peace. Kong Xin sat wearily in the attic of Gujin Pavilion, opened a bottle of wine and drank by himself.

The night gradually became quiet, and there was a sound of footsteps on the stairs, Luo Zigeng walked up, "Brother Kong?"

"I am here."

"Why don't you turn on the light?" With a snap, the warm yellow wall lamp came on, and Luo Zigeng approached him, looking down at Kong Xin's drunken cheeks in the shadow of the lamp, "Drinking so much wine, are you in a bad mood?"

Shaking the liquid in the cup, Kong Xin smiled wryly, "How could it be good?"

Luo Zigeng took out a cup from the wine cabinet and sat opposite him, "I'll drink with you."

The two didn't talk much, they drank the wine quietly. Kong Xin stretched his stiff back, lay on the small bar tiredly, tilted his head and looked at the dark red night sky outside the window, and murmured, "You Say, has Xiaomeng reached the sky now?"

"Probably," Luo Zigeng lowered his eyelids, and the light of death was extinguished. He didn't believe in ghosts and gods, let alone heaven and hell. When he died, he was dead. Like his father, he was still a living person one day, and said no the next day. It's gone, clean and tidy, clean.

"I don't even remember the year when I first met Xiaomeng. It seems that I have known Xiaomeng since I can remember. When I was young, I was so delicate, like a girl. When I grow up, I am so pretty, but I am too cold," Wang Baxian said. He is an iceberg beauty..." Kong Xin was so drunk that he was unconscious, babbling about what happened back then.

Luo Zigeng held the wine glass and looked at him, his eyes were full of tenderness that he had never felt before.

"Xiao Meng is so smart and calm... he has better eyesight than me, and grandpa loves him more..." Kong Xin's eyes were out of focus, and he looked at the night sky blankly, "They all love him and like him..."

I like you, Luo Zigeng moved his lips silently in the dim light, carefully stretched out his hand, covered his hand on the bar, and gently held it.

Kong Xin took advantage of the situation to grab his hand, put his drunken face on the cool back of his hand, and murmured, "Everyone likes him... grandpa, grandma, father, sister... sister likes Wen Zhijun more..." He His eyes were blurred, and he repeated over and over again, "Zhijun...Zhijun..."

The back of his hands gradually became wet, Luo Zigeng's heart trembled suddenly, and he found that Kong Xin had closed his eyes, and unstoppable tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes.

"Brother Kong," Luo Zigeng said in a hoarse voice, gently got up and sat beside him, and pulled him onto his shoulders, Kong Xin fell into his arms weakly.

With fiery breath on his neck, Luo Zigeng's heart skipped a beat. He lowered his head and looked at him blankly. After a while, he kissed him without any hesitation.

The drunken man was weak all over, Luo Zigeng rubbed him tightly into his arms, and kissed his lips desperately.

So sweet...the feeling of hugging him and kissing him is so sweet...his lips, his skin, his slender waist...his long, slender and sexy legs...all in my arms now.

Luo Zigeng was gasping for breath with excitement, and a heavy groan could not be restrained from his throat.

Kong Xin hurt from being caught by him, struggled to half-open his eyes, looked at Luo Zigeng's paint-spotted eyes, froze for a moment, and wanted to push him away with a frown.

"Be obedient..." Luo Zigeng pressed his wrist, kissing his eyes, forehead, bridge of nose, and cheeks... Kong Xin frowned a few times, and finally couldn't resist the temptation of alcohol, and fell into a shallow dream.

The next day, when Kong Xin woke up, he felt a severe headache in his brain. He rubbed his temples that were about to burst, closed his eyes again, and froze when he moved.

——The posture of the two people's limbs intertwined can be called ivy wrapped around a plum tree, and he even felt so strong that he could lick the other's attractive shoulder socket with his tongue.

"Huh? Wake up?" Luo Zigeng also just woke up, his voice was a little confused, and the moment he opened his eyes, he was completely sleepless.

Kong Xin's brain was a bit weak, so he lay down heavily, the back of his head fell on Luo Zigeng's arm, covered his eyes and thought about it for a long time, then said speechlessly, "I didn't do anything to you, did I?"

Luo Zigeng shook his head.

"Since nothing happened, then..." Kong Xin's voice was still languid and hoarse with a hangover, "Just... well, nothing happened anyway..."

The floor in the attic was warm enough, and the two of them lay naked on the floor without talking to each other. Although they were not innocent, it was too embarrassing for such a thing to happen so early in the morning.

Kong Xin removed his head from his arm, rested his hands on his pillow, and cleared his throat, "Say something."

Luo Zigeng looked at him silently, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Hey, don't you still want to blackmail me?" Kong Xin shouted, "I didn't do anything to you! I won't be taken advantage of! We are all drunk!"

"We..." Luo Zigeng propped himself up, looked down at the hickey on his chest, his eyes were hot for a moment, and his voice was hoarse, "I wasn't drunk last night."

Kong Xin was stunned, and then was shocked instantly, "What the hell do you mean?"

"I kissed you, took off your clothes...you got an erection, I masturbated for you..." Luo Zigeng whispered, "I like you."

"..." Kong Xin was completely dumbfounded.

Half a day later, I sat up suddenly, grabbed the underwear next to me, and just about to put it on, I found some traces of liquid, my brain almost exploded with a bang, and shouted, "Who shot this?"

Luo Zigeng: "..."

The sky was already bright, and the morning light came in from the attic window, shining on Kong Xin's strong back, and his thin shoulder blades were extremely sexy and beautiful. Luo Zigeng sat up suddenly, hugged him from behind, and murmured in his ear, "I like you."

His warm chest was pressed against his back, the smooth touch of his skin made Kong Xin's heart tremble, and he said in embarrassment, "Get out!"

"I like you, I like you...I like you..." Luo Zigeng repeated nervously, "...Kong Xin, I like you."

The warm breath made the pierced ears itch, Kong Xin frowned, and asked as calmly as possible, "Luo Zigeng, when did you start liking men? Are you BI?"

"……I have no idea."

Kong Xin suppressed his anger, "You are just confused."

"No," Luo Zigeng insisted, "I really like you, not on impulse, I know very well."

"You know what a ghost!"

Luo Zigeng didn't speak, his eyes as deep as dots of paint were full of persistence.

Kong Xin raised his voice, "Don't forget that you are Wen Zhijun's cousin, we can't be together!"

Luo Zigeng frowned, "Why?"

"Because..." Kong Xin's voice paused, and in an instant he found himself trapped in a puddle called emotion, as if he had been imprisoned inadvertently, unable to climb up or break free.

Luo Zigeng looked at him calmly, "Why can't I be with you because I am Wen Zhijun's cousin?"

Kong Xin closed his mouth tightly, and after a while, sighed irritably, broke free from his arms, and rubbed his painful temples, "I don't like you, isn't that a good reason? That...December Now, I'm going to give myself a vacation to rest, and you should also prepare for the final exam... Don't come to the store during this time, if you receive something, ask your cousin to hold your eye, his eyesight is no worse than mine..."

"Are you going to drive me away?" Luo Zigeng was startled, "Brother Kong, because I like you, are you going to drive me away?"

Kong Xin threw his underwear aside, put on trousers and a cotton sweater indiscriminately, turned his back to him, and said vaguely, "Well, that's it."

"No, I won't go!" Luo Zigeng stood up abruptly, put his hands on his shoulders to make him turn around, and looked down at him, "Don't try to drive me away."

The fiery eyes in his eyes shocked Kong Xin, he turned his head away in embarrassment, and said coldly, "Don't talk nonsense to me, I'm not in the mood to deal with any relationship issues right now, why don't you stay cool for me, don't stay here Bother me."

After all, ignoring his stunned and injured expression, Kong Xin wrapped his coat and went down to the attic.

The Antique Street has already opened, and the clerk in the store is behind the counter. Seeing his messy appearance, he is startled, "Old, old... Boss, have you been upstairs?"

"Well," Kong Xin nodded coldly, and went to his room at the back of the shop.

The man blinked his eyes, thinking that the death of Boss Meng really brought Boss Kong a great blow, and he was completely depressed. Alas, the brotherhood is so good... "Hey, Xiao Luo, why are you upstairs?"

Luo Zigeng put on his clothes and came down, stood on the stairs and paused, his eyes scanned the shop, "Where is Brother Kong?"

"Go back to the room," the man said blankly, "When did you come?"

Luo Zigeng didn't speak. He was stunned for a moment on the stairs, and walked to the clerk, "I... I have to prepare for the final exam these days. Take care of Brother Kong and don't let him drink on an empty stomach. I'll come back in a few days."

"Hey," the man smiled familiarly, "you can rest assured."

Time flies by in December. After Meng Xin's death, the burden of the entire Gujin Pavilion rests on the shoulders of Kong Xin alone. Don't put away your thoughts of having fun, and concentrate on taking charge of the Ancient and Modern Pavilion.

Ji Kai came to him a few times, but was sent back. Now when he sees Ji Kai, he will think of Luo Zigeng. The two little bastards have completely different personalities, but thinking of them both makes his brain hurt.

Lying on the sofa, Kong Xin took a sip of wine and stared blankly at the picture of the flask in his mobile phone. Half a month had passed, and he still couldn't accept Xiao Meng's death just like that.

A good person, how can you say that if you don't have one, you're gone?

The phone vibrated suddenly, Kong Xin came back to his senses, looked at the word Luo Zigeng on the screen with complicated eyes, and connected the phone with a steady voice, "What's the matter?"

Luo Zigeng smiled and said, "Brother Kong, are you at home? I received a pair of small bowls today, which look like painted enamel on a porcelain body. Send them over for you to have a look?"

"No, no," Kong Xin immediately denied, "I'm not at home."

"You..." Luo Zigeng hesitated for a moment, then asked in a low voice, "With Ji Kai?"

Kong Xin responded vaguely, "Well, that's it."

Luo Zigeng's heart sank. It seemed that the shadow he had left on him was not small, and he was under pressure to answer his phone. He said with a faint smile, "Ji Kai lives in the dormitory today."

"..." Kong Xin was exposed and annoyed, "Where do you care about me? It's nothing else, I'll hang up. Show your enamel to Wen Zhijun, at least he has better eyesight than you."

"Brother Zhijun has been sick recently, and Sister Min is taking care of him, so I won't bother him," Luo Zigeng ignored his indifference and smiled, "So, Brother Kong, you have no arrangements tomorrow morning, just go after shopping in the antique street." Stewed House, I invite you to have breakfast."

Kong Xin frowned, "Hey you..."

"That's it." Luo Zigeng interrupted him, smiling calmly, "I have to read a book, see you tomorrow morning, I will wait for you, see you soon."

"Hey! Hey!" Looking at the phone that was hung up, Kong Xin's eyes widened in anger: This little brat...