Si Tian Guan

"I never touched him! He called himself! I didn't do anything!"

Bai Shiyan spewed out a mouthful of tea.

He thought that he was brave enough to bully his friends, but he didn't expect that there were people who were more afraid of death.

"Courageous enough!" He gave a thumbs up and asked incredulously, "How will the drama continue? What is he going to do? Let's settle the matter between the two of you first, and then what? I hope this will make you stay." Let him go? How can there be such a naive person?"

Liu Chongming rubbed his temples.

It was the first time in his life that he encountered such a person whose words and deeds could not be inferred according to common sense. He had no idea what the other party was thinking. .

Just like looking for death.

This thought flashed through his mind, and suddenly made him excited.

When I talked about Pan He's incident with Shi Yan before, I seem to have said the same thing - dare to trample on Pan He's face boldly, I have lived enough.

But why don't you want to live, but want to die?

Who is the master behind the little monster? Why is it so hard to think about it and throw out a person who wants to die?

Is it true that he is like a soldier, and he has misunderstood this matter fundamentally?Could it be that someone deliberately inserted it?

He hadn't been so troubled for many years, and even regretted why he had to go to such lengths to save people, but those dreams were so real, and the people in the dreams appeared clearly in front of him, so he couldn't ignore them.

The more I tried to draw out a clue between dreams and reality, the more I was entangled and unable to move.

"Why is Fang Wuyang so slow now! There is no news yet!" He couldn't help but get angry.

"It's only been a few days." Even though Fang Wuyang's drunken appearance can't be seen, Bai Shiyan still justly defends the wronged person: "It's still a matter of him confiscating your letter. What did you ask yesterday?"

"I didn't ask anything," Liu Chongming rubbed his face in annoyance, "I'm really like a dumb person, I would rather be tortured than speak."

"What about people now? Dead?"

Bai Shiyan felt that his question was superfluous, no matter whether Chongming touched the little monster or not, if he dared to make Chongming angry like this, let alone a slave, even if he was an ordinary person, someone should go to his grave next year.

But Liu Chongming was stunned for a while, and under Bai Shiyan's increasingly unbelievable eyes, he pretended to be calm and sneered, "Did you die so easily, wouldn't it be better for him?"

Bai Shiyan grew up with him since he was a child. Ever since the big brother of the Liu family had an accident, he was used to his steady and calm appearance, and he always laughed at people who were old-fashioned. Now he suddenly saw the embarrassment flashing across Liu Chongming's face. Yu saw a monster.

He stayed there for a moment before revealing a sinister smile that suddenly dawned on him: "So that's the case, I can't bear it, I understand, I understand."

"You know shit!"

"Tsk, Liu Shizi is having sex today, and said so many foul words, the little monster is quite capable."

Bai Shiyan jumped up from the chair, hid behind the chair, looked at the inkstone that was smashed on the seat, and couldn't help clicking his tongue: "Chongming, I heard that the young men in the Chunqing Building under the name of Du Quan are one Better than living alone..."

Before he finished speaking, he turned over to avoid two sleeve arrows, jumped out of the window, and walked away with a long series of loud laughter.

I don't know if it's because of the lingering yelling | the sound of the bed, or because of Bai Shiyan's open jokes, the more Liu Chongming wants to ignore the things, the more he clings to him.

He actually dreamed that he also made an ambiguous panting sound.

The heavy breathing sounded like a dilapidated bellows, infinitely amplified in the ear, and he was still sweating, as hot as if he was in a stove.

But the indescribable joy ran and screamed all over his body, and even his toes couldn't help curling up.

Not only that, there was another person in his arms, and one of his hands was pitifully resting on the back of that person's neck, as if he was holding him in his arms, and he was reluctant to let the other person leave for half a minute.

They were so close that they could even feel each other's breath.

But the man didn't make a sound, and covered his face with the back of his hand, as if he was enduring everything, enduring his unscrupulous movements, only when he couldn't bear it anymore, he bit his lips tightly, trembling a little forbearance nasal.

The surroundings are not bright, they seem to be hiding in a hidden place, enjoying the excitement and joy of cheating.

He bent down and gently touched the soft lips below, only to find that the man's tears had flowed down his face and into his temples.

"Does it hurt?" His heart suddenly twitched, and he held the hand covering his eyes.

That hand was slender and slender, with distinct joints, obviously not a girl, but in the dream he didn't mind it, and instead kissed it inch by inch from the fingertips.

He was full of tenderness and joy, but also full of bad thoughts of wanting to bully others.

"Do you still want it? If you want it, call it out and listen. I'll give it to you."

"faster……"

The man whimpered very softly, and he obediently removed his hand, and slowly lifted his eyelids covered with mist, and looked at him as if he had suffered great grievances.

The gaze that looked at him was as forbearing as if it could swallow all the pain, and it was so fragile that it would break if touched.

Those eyes again!

Liu Chongming screamed, woke up suddenly, opened his eyes amidst loud noises, gasped for a long time in shock, and realized that it was just a dream.

But in a blink of an eye he froze again, his face gradually turned red, and he stretched out his hand to feel under the quilt, and it was really cold and slippery.

He was actually in an inexplicable dream...

that's terrible.

Another thunder blasted overhead. There were many thunderstorms in early summer, and the low air before the rain made him even more irritable at night.

He didn't dare to lie down and continue to sleep, for fear of dreaming again, he leaned against the lamp and read a book for a while, but he couldn't read a word.

After walking around the room for a few times, Liu Chongming finally made up his mind, put on his clothes and went out.

That room was in the east wing of his inner courtyard, not far from the bedroom. Since he came out yesterday, he had made up his mind not to go there again, but under the lure of his dream, he stood here again involuntarily.

Under the dark night, Liu Chongming looked at the ordinary wooden door and felt like he was in a dream again.

It was as if the dream was real, but the one standing here was just an illusion.

The room was pitch black, no one lit a lamp, only the occasional lightning that split the sky lit up, dragging Liu Chongming's shadow from the door to the bedside.

He stood for a moment before slowly closing the door behind him and lighting the candle.

The person on the bed was still the same as when he left, his hands and feet were tightly tied to the bed, and he didn't respond to his arrival, maybe he had passed out.

Maybe it was because he was struggling too much in pain, and his body was covered with blood, and he was dizzy by the water absorbed by the mattress, and his surroundings were dyed red, as if spreading out two strangely colored wings.

The figure was like a butterfly bound in a net, fragile and helpless.

If people were left alone like this, within a few days, the wounds soaked in water would start to stink and rot. Even if they managed to save one life by chance, the whole person would be useless.

When Liu Chongming left angrily, he originally planned to do so, but now, for some reason, he couldn't help but step into this door, and stood by the bed staring blankly for a long time.

That dream...was it really a witchcraft?

After torturing this little monster to death, will he just sit back and relax?

But the dream was so real that it seemed within reach. He was unwilling to just flip through it hastily. It was never his principle to act blindfolded.

He wondered why he had such a weird but real dream.

Who is "he" in the dream, what happened to "he", and who is that cute and shy person?

If it was a witchcraft technique, where did the end of this dream lead him to?

Was it really because he was too surprised and persistent about the rare pupil color that he repeatedly saw those monster pupils in his dreams?

His fingers stretched out involuntarily, pointing at those eyes through a layer of black cloth.

I don't know if it's because of the muffled thunder, or because of the wounds all over his body caused by the rainy weather, Qu Shenzhou's body is shaking slightly, as if he wants to struggle, but he can't use any strength, so he can only raise his head vigorously, being blocked. Intermittent painful sounds escaped from Death's mouth.

Liu Chongming only thought that he was going to beg for mercy from himself, but after standing by the bed for a while, seeing his lips were so white that they almost lost their blood, his cheeks were flushed, and his body was trembling all the time, he realized what it was.

Touching his hot forehead with his fingertips, he quickly lifted the blindfold, and saw Qu Chenzhou's eyes were tightly closed, as if he was haunted by a nightmare, and he frowned in pain.

But thinking of the dumb loss he had suffered yesterday, he turned around and left bitterly, and turned back at the door again - wouldn't it be too cheap to die in a coma if he dared to break his taboo!

He pulled out the sackcloth stuffed in Qu Shenzhou's mouth, and was about to untie the shackles on his wrists, but when he leaned over, he heard a whimpering sound like a raving.

"Chongming..."

It was this kind of whispering again, as if at this moment it suddenly overlapped with that shameful dream.

Liu Chongming felt as if someone poured boiling oil on his heart.

This time, he was absolutely sure that when he rescued the little monster in front of Pan He's gate, the little boy who was curled up in his arms and was unconscious made such soft calls.

Completely different from the calm and alienation seen in ordinary times, people in a coma unconsciously peel off layers of hard shells, leaving only the innermost hesitation and helplessness.

Like a child lost in the dark, weeping timidly, he can only use this whisper-like voice to call the name of the closest person, to give himself the courage and strength to move forward.

Exploding thunder rolled not far away again, the heavy rain finally poured down, the strong wind knocked open the open door, and licked the flames on the candlestick.

The room was once again plunged into darkness.

Without the lighting of the candle, he seemed to be able to avoid everyone's gaze. At this moment, he fell from reality to dream. Liu Chongming stayed on the bed with his hands for a moment, and suddenly hugged the person under him convulsively.

"Who are you..."