i want to love you

"Xiao Tian."

Hearing the familiar call, the three-year-old baby smiled happily, and hugged the boy in yellow with his chubby little body.

"Brother Prince."

"Xiaotian is so good, do you miss the prince's brother? The prince's brother misses you so much."

The prince heard him calling himself sweetly, and couldn't help kissing the doll. When he pouted and wanted to kiss him again, the solid hug fell through in an instant. An old guy who develops a relationship with a doll.

"Boy, don't take advantage of my young Haohao's inaction and always want to eat his tofu." Feng Wuji hugged his son, condescendingly looking down on the current prince.

The prince gritted his teeth with hatred and said: "Uncle Huang, I have already finished the homework you asked me to do, so what is there to be dissatisfied with? Stop threatening me with Xiaotian."

"I want Brother Prince... Father let go..." The baby's smiling face disappeared instantly, and he wrinkled his face and struggled to reach out to the prince.

Feng Wuji was very angry and said with a funny smile: "Haohao, can you be more aggressive? If you have no name or title, you will assume that he is my son, Feng Wuji?"

"You are the one who beat the mandarin ducks, Uncle Emperor, give me back Xiaotian, yours is in the house." The prince moved forward to hold the baby's hand, and hugged him forcefully, "Xiaotian, let's go, brother prince You brought a lot of stuff with you."

The baby smiled again, nodded, and shook his hand again.

"Go to see Daddy first, Xiaotian hasn't seen Daddy today." After speaking, regardless of whether he wanted to or not, he took his hand and turned to enter the room.

Feng Wuji followed the two boys, stood by the bed, watched his son take Long Ziye's hand and kissed it, and said in a low voice: "Daddy, Haohao has woken up, brother Prince is going to take Haohao out to play later." , Daddy doesn’t have to worry about Haohao, Haohao will be very obedient and will listen to the words of the father and the prince.”

He held his hand, paused for a moment, looked at Long Ziye who was still unresponsive, with a little disappointment on his face.

"Daddy, don't snooze, Haohao wants to talk to you."

The prince looked at the peaceful sleeping face on the bed for three years, and he sighed in his heart.

His eyes turned to the little face that was filled with grievances, he pulled the soft little hand in his hand reluctantly, and turned his attention to himself.

"Xiao Tian, ​​don't quarrel with your father, let's go play."

Feng Haotian turned his head and looked at his sleeping father again, then nodded and said: "Okay."

The prince looked at Feng Wuji, the latter nodded to them, and after the two of them went out hand in hand, he walked slowly to the bedside and sat down.

Reaching out to touch the face that hasn't stopped in the past three years, she gently kissed him on the forehead.

"Midnight, how long do you want to sleep? You have missed Haohao for three years, don't you regret it? And me... How long do you want me to wait?"

Three years ago, Long Ziye did indeed survive, but because of his inherently bad bones, even if he saved his life, he fell into a deep sleep and became a living dead ever since.

In the past few years, relying on the thousand-year spiritual jade given by that person to protect his heart, and taking the elixir prepared by Qian Yun'ao, he has lived until now.

At the beginning, everyone was reluctant to maintain an optimistic attitude, but after a long time, everyone persuaded him to give up and let Long Ziye go well.

However, Feng Wuji couldn't do it at all, he would rather guard the empty shell with only breathing and heartbeat, even if he waited until the end of time, it was always a hope, if Long Ziye was really let go, he couldn't sustain it at all.

"It's okay, I'll wait for you, no matter how long it takes, I'll wait for you." Feng Wuji bent over, and gently hugged her body as light as a feather, trying to hug her fragile lover like an enamel doll tightly, but she was afraid of getting hurt broke him.

"I'll take you out for a walk." Feng Wuji hugged him and walked on the path, "Today is a rare good weather. It rained for several days in a row, so I can't take you out for a walk. If you get bored Don't blame me."

He kissed his lips affectionately, and his lowered eyes could not avoid the fleeting heartache.

Stepping up the stairs, Feng Wuji hugged him and sat on the stone chair.

"So soon, the lotus will bloom again in a blink of an eye. This is a rare species in the south, and someone bought it for you specially. Ruqiu said that you like to draw lotuses. I haven't seen your lotus paintings yet, but according to your qualifications , will definitely amaze me.”

Feng Wuji held his hand, stroking his slender fingers that were so soft and lifeless, every time he held his hand, his heart felt like being stabbed by a needle.

He complained, hated, hurt, and cried, but in the end he could only wait.

Once he was drunk and yelled at him when he was almost unbearable, but the person in his arms was still so quiet, so quiet that he was unable to say anything.

At the beginning, he would wake up immediately if there was any disturbance in the wind, and then he would find that it was the wind playing tricks, or his own delusions. There is always the loneliness of only one voice.

However, these are bearable, as long as he doesn't really lose him.

"Midnight, my birthday is coming, how do you plan to celebrate it?" Feng Wuji turned his face away, and waited quietly. "Will you give me a gift? Then what do I want, you know?" He waited again, then smiled and kissed his lips.

"Of course it's you, I want to hear you say happy birthday to me, and wishing me "blessings like the East China Sea, Shoubi Nanshan", shouldn't be too much?" He kissed his pale and almost transparent eyelids, "Okay, okay , then as long as you look at me, as long as you open your eyes and look at me, it doesn’t matter if you don’t have gifts or blessings, as long as you are willing to open your eyes, I will be very happy.” Concessions and comforts one after another, I don’t know if it is Who to tell.

The next moment, Feng Wuji hugged Long Ziye tightly, and buried his face in his neck.

"Please, Ziye, I beg you, no matter what price I have to pay, as long as you wake up, I am willing. I miss you Ziye, don't make me wait too long, okay?"

Feng Wuji leaned against his shoulder for a long time, as if he had fallen asleep too.

Looking up after a long time, Long Ziye's shoulders were shining with a dull luster under the sunlight, and the white clothes on the shoulders were a bit heavier, but not very obvious.

Kiss Long Ziye's lips again, this kiss is a bit bitter and salty, this is the taste of longing, a taste of powerlessness but with faint hope.

After the banquet, Feng Wuji and Long Ziye bathed and cleansed themselves. As usual, they put their quiet lover on the bed, covered them with the quilt carefully, and then thought about cooking for themselves.

With the fragrance after bathing, Feng Wuji carefully lifted the quilt and hugged his lover into his arms.

"Ziye, don't you still want to congratulate me?" Feng Wuji stroked his hair, and smiled tenderly and lovingly. "It's okay, as long as you're by my side."

The big palm caressed his soft hand, intertwined with his fingers lightly, took the back of his hand and gently rubbed against his face, and closed his eyes in satisfaction.

His temperature is cooler, sticking to the dry and hot skin after drinking, it feels very refreshing.

Feng Wuji kissed the back of his hand, the moment he opened his eyes, and kissed him before going to sleep as usual, his eyes straightened, staring at those eyes that he hadn't seen for more than three years.

For a moment, his mind went blank, and he couldn't tell whether it was drunk, reality or dream.

He had had this kind of dream too many times, but it always disappeared in a blink of an eye.

I saw Long Ziye blinking, his pale lips trembling and lightly opening, then closing them tiredly, and holding Feng Wuji's hand forcefully.

A person who has been ill for three years, even if he uses all his strength, to Feng Wuji, it is only a light touch, and he can't even feel it at all.

Feng Wuji opened and closed his lips, looking at the tiredness in his eyes, such vivid emotions, such beautiful eyes, dreaming back at midnight, the sober look of chasing several times, really appeared in front of his eyes, but it made people feel like a dream.

He couldn't pronounce a word or sound, just looked at him.

From blankness to shock, I can't believe it is greater than joy, I dare not blink my eyes, I am afraid that if I blink, this dream-like eyes will be short-lived and fleeting.

At this moment, Huang Wuji was too excited to make a sound, but Long Ziye was unable to make a sound.

He saw that the familiar face in front of him was not as radiant and high-spirited as he remembered, and the corners of those flying phoenix eyes were marked with vicissitudes. Those confident eyes were also full of emotions that he couldn't bear at this moment. It was fear, fear, anxiety, and shrinking. How could these emotions appear in these eyes?

Long Ziye's pale lips trembled, his eyes changed from clear to reluctant, from clear to tearful.

The tears flowed first, the hot teardrops awakened Feng Wuji, he caressed his face in distress, and kissed his tears lightly, the bitter teardrops tasted like honey at this moment, with a sweet taste.

"Midnight... my midnight..." Feng Wuji met his eyes, his voice was slightly hoarse suppressing his emotions. "You finally woke up, this is not a dream, right? Midnight, tell me, this is not a dream."

Feng Wuji sucked his lips, as if he didn't want to hear any negative answer, he kissed very carefully and gently, and licked his lips repeatedly.

"Wuji...don't cry..." Long Ziye tried his best to use his dry voice to pull out the broken four characters.

Feng Wuji froze for a moment, hugged Long Ziye tightly, buried his whole face in his shoulder, and did not lift it up for a long time.

Long Ziye let him hug him with red eyes, tears kept falling, his ears were silent, his neck was wet, he couldn't tell whether it was his tears or his.

He struggled to raise his weak arms, and gently encircled the tall, child-like man in his arms.

"Promise me, don't sleep like this again." After a long time, the man's muffled voice asked from the shoulder, and it was very softly transmitted to Long Ziye's ears.

"Okay." Long Ziye replied with a sob, with a smiling flower on his lips, a small one, but so bright that even his eyes lit up.

After Qian Yunao checked Long Ziye's pulse, he indifferently let the mysterious man who was eager to try take over.

The mysterious man caught Long Ziye's pulse with great interest. After pondering for a moment, his eyes sparkled and he said: "A miracle, it is a miracle. If I hadn't done it, it would have been impossible to wake up for three years. I woke up three years ago. The soul should belong to Lihentian." He stood up, with his hands behind his back, facing Qianyun and said: "This time it is my small victory."

Qian Yunao didn't even look at him, but said to his disciple who never left Long Ziye's eyes for a moment: "If you survive a catastrophe, you will have future blessings. The problem of heart disease is still there, but if you take care of it carefully, the two of you will It is also possible to grow old together.”

"Thank you, Master." Feng Wuji thanked gratefully.

"When you're tired, you need to rest. Don't force yourself, and don't get too excited. Since you can wake up from a coma for three years, it won't be that easy. So don't worry."

The mysterious man smiled and said: "If you want to say you can't die, then say you can't die. It's bullshit to learn to be tactful."

Qianyun Oli ignored him, turned around and left the room, and the man followed him naturally.

Long Ziye turned his gaze to Feng Wuji, and said comfortingly, "Wuji, you have heard what Master said, don't worry."

"This heart can't be put down a long time ago, so don't think too much about it."

Long Ziye leaned against him, and after a while in his confused mind, he realized that the man was talking about love. He blushed quietly, and the smile on his lips became softer.

"I understand now?" Feng Wuji kissed his slightly bloody face, his heart ached from being moved.

"Hao Hao..."

"Daddy, I'm here."

Long Ziye was stunned for a moment, and turned his gaze to the little baby rushing to the bed. He wanted to ask who the nickname that lingered in his ears was, but he didn't expect it to be a baby who answered. Suddenly, a wave of emotion overflowed his chest, But I can't explain it, I can't explain it clearly.

He felt his heart aching and warming inch by inch, and the face reflected in his eyes was so familiar, with the shadow of a man's outline vaguely.

he is……

The mind suddenly became clearer gradually, and the body was faster than the answer gradually formed in the mind, hugging the small body, tears wet the cheeks at the same time.

"I'll name him Haotian, and his nickname is Haohao. Do you agree?"

"Haohao..." Long Ziye hugged this flesh and blood that he had exhausted all his strength to give birth to. Touched by this kind of family affection that blood is thicker than water, he couldn't restrain his emotions.

"Daddy, Haohao misses you so much. You finally woke up. Daddy loves to sleep and is worse than Haohao." Feng Haotian sniffed, his eyes were red, scolded his biological father in a baby voice, and held hands Holding his hand, it was stronger than Long Ziye's holding him, and he held it firmly.

When Long Ziye heard this, he burst into tears and laughed. "Yes, Daddy is worse than Haohao, and he will never do it again from now on."

Feng Haotian's pointed nails seemed to be digging into Long Ziye's palm, causing a bit of pain, but Long Ziye didn't care at all, and gently covered the hands.

"You said it, you can't lie to Haohao, a man is a real man, keep your promises, otherwise you are not a man."

Long Ziye was stunned, and looked at the man with the same wide-eyed eyes with his wet red eyes sideways. The man gritted his teeth and said, "I taught you well before, but that bastard must have taught me the last sentence."

Long Ziye raised his eyebrows and said, "Who is the bastard?"

"Isn't it the one who said to you and me, 'Slender beauty, a gentleman is so good'."

"It's the prince's brother." Feng Haotian, unwilling to be ignored, shook Long Ziye's palm and said.

"It's him? But didn't you say we're in the south? Why..." Hearing his son's intimate voice and expression, Long Ziye was a little surprised and also a little regretful. He had missed something in the past few years.

"Brother, give him to me."

"Leave it to you? But the dignified prince is not in the palace, okay?"

"Brother Huang's second son was murdered by someone last year, in order to save this son, that's why he made such a bad plan." Feng Wuji patted his lover's shoulder, "You don't have to think too much, that kid is very happy, pestering him all day Our son will not let go."

Long Ziye looked at him, then lowered his head and asked kindly to his son, "You and Brother Prince are on good terms?"

"The prince's brother loves Xiaotian very much. The prince's brother's name is Haohao Xiaotian, and he said that only the prince's brother can call Xiaotian." Feng Haotian didn't understand this kind of exclusive farewell, but when he thought of the prince, he smiled more brilliant.

Long Ziye was stunned for another moment, before he could speak, the people around him complained dissatisfiedly, "Listen, is this a joke? They are all good sons of yours, who want to run away with others without a name or title."

Long Ziye was amused by his muttering, he lovingly touched Feng Haotian's round face and said, "It's good for us Haohao to be happy, isn't it?"

Feng Haotian nodded heavily, and happily pulled his confidant to announce: "Haohao wants to run with the prince without a name or a role."

If you don't make a sound, it's enough, it's a blockbuster, Feng Haotian's words made the parents' expressions froze immediately.

Obviously, this sentence was never taught by the prince, Long Ziye gave him a blank look: You always teach your son like this?

Feng Wuji received Tai Zuo's gaze, and retorted with a darker face: "I absolutely forbid!"

Feng Haotian shrank into Long Ziye's arms, obviously startled by his father's sudden roar.

"Father, what's wrong?"

"You scared Haohao." Long Ziye rolled his lover's eyes, and then patted his son's back distressedly, "It's okay, it's okay, there's nothing wrong, Haohao, don't be afraid."

"I..." Feng Wuji forcibly withdrew the remaining words in the eyes of his lover.

Feng Haotian, who was huddled in Long Ziye's arms, raised his head coquettishly and said, "Then Haohao wants to find Brother Prince, okay?"

"Okay." Long Ziye was naturally reluctant to reject his son.

"Then when Haohao comes back, Daddy can't snooze anymore." Feng Haotian's plump and short index finger dangled in front of Long Ziye's eyes.

Long Ziye's heart ached, and he said repeatedly: "Okay."

"Then Daddy wants to sleep, he has to wait for Haohao to sleep with him."

Long Ziye had no reason to refuse, and said hello with affection and pity.

Feng Haotian jumped off Long Ziye's embrace, and looked at Feng Wuji with a stinky face with a smile.

"Father, Daddy, Haohao went to look for the prince's elder brother."

Feng Wuji scolded the thief son from the bottom of his heart. The newly awakened Long Ziye didn't understand, but it didn't mean he didn't understand either. Anyway, he had watched this kid for nearly three years. He knew that his father would reject him, so he asked Long Ziye on purpose. Treacherous and cunning must have learned from that kid.

Long Ziye didn't understand his lover's thoughts, he just looked at his son's bouncing back thoughtfully.

"Is it true that he and the prince are so young? Isn't it true at such a young age?"

"Children and grandchildren have their own blessings, you just woke up, don't think about it so much, if you are tired, rest, I will accompany you." Feng Wuji pulled up the silk quilt and wrapped it around the delicate body in his arms.

"You have worked hard for the past three years." Long Ziye raised his head and looked at his beloved man gratefully.

"As long as you wake up, those are nothing." Feng Wuji lowered his head slightly, and put his cheek against his cheek, "Midnight, if you wake up, I really have nothing else to ask for." Feng Wuji covered his arms , stroking back and forth.

"Wuji, thank you for not giving up on me, I don't know how to thank you, thank you for never leaving me, thank you for holding on to hope for a me who is so sleepy that I don't know when I will wake up, if I were you, I would I don’t even know if I can persevere like you.”

Hope gives courage and is at the same time the most tormenting.

"Don't say stupid things, if you are ashamed of me, then take good care of yourself and use the rest of your life to atone for your sins."

Long Ziye lowered his eyes and chuckled, his eyelashes trembling slightly.

"This time, I will accompany you to grow old."

"Okay, it's a deal."

Feng Wuji embraced the tired lover who had half closed his eyes, and both of them lay on the mandarin duck pillow, pulled down the bed curtain, covered each other with a thin quilt, and slept together with their eyes closed.

The breeze blew up the light purple gauze curtain, blowing over the close face, the man on the left subconsciously hugged the man in his arms tighter, and he did not forget to worry about the baby in his arms when he fell asleep.

sunset, moonrise.

The moon sets and the sun rises.

The light of dawn passes through the window lattice and gauze curtains, and falls on the two overlapping faces, reflecting a faint golden light, reflecting two sleeping faces with smiles.

"The End of the Book"