Can you give me the broken impermanence?

Hearing that he was going to take off his clothes, Song Qingming froze: "Why take off your clothes?!"

Xie Yu asked, "How do you write without taking off your clothes?"

Song Qingming is still struggling: "Can't write on clothes?'"

Xie Yu approached, and didn't give Song Qingming a reason, just uttered two words in a deep voice: "No."

Song Qingming stared at him blankly, obviously the gentle Xie Yu outside the dream was someone he was familiar with, but the domineering and surly Xie Yu in the dream was not very strange.

It seems that Xie Yu is such a person in his heart.

After a while Song Qingming lowered his head and replied in a compromised way: "Okay."

The rainstorm has not stopped, and the hands outside the window are still clapping, but this dangerous dream, because of the slipping of the clothes, has another layer of blurred and ambiguous atmosphere.

Without the clothes to block the coolness, Song Qingming's skin trembled subconsciously.

He turned his reddish face to the side, his eyes fell on the ground, and said weakly: "You...write it quickly."

After being patient for a long time, he was about to scold Xie Yu for relieving himself of his nervousness, when he suddenly stretched out a hand to the side of his face, and gently brushed his drooping hair behind his ear.

Xie Yu: "I am always contradictory in front of you and want to bully you, but once you obey, I can't bear it anymore."

The cold fingertips seemed to leave a cluster of flames in Song Qingming's ears.

Burned by the flames, Song Qingming raised his eyes to Xie Yu, hesitated for a moment, then said softly: "I will listen to you, can you not bully me?"

Song Qingming's eyes were too clear, and when he spoke soft words, he was more attractive than his stubborn and angry appearance in the past.

Xie Yu stared at him in a daze, and pulled him into his arms the next moment.

"You, what are you going to do again?!" Song Qingming asked in panic, trying to break free from Xie Yu's arms, but his body was pressed against Xie Yu's clothes, and there was friction with every movement, which made his heart beat a little faster .

Xie Yu's heart was also beating very fast, and she pressed it to Song Qingming's ear, trying to suppress herself and said: "Don't move around, copy the scriptures."

After finishing speaking, a fine brush appeared in his hand. He wrote with the pen upside down, and slid the tip of the pen over Song Qingming's shoulder very lightly.

Feeling the cold ink behind him, Song Qingming shivered, and his breathing became a little short: "Thank you...you can't write behind me? Do you have to hug me like this?"

"Well, I just want to hug you." Xie Yu replied confidently.

He was so righteous, Song Qingming became a little annoyed again, so he turned his head and opened his mouth to bite Xie Yu's earlobe angrily.

After a long while without seeing Xie Yu crying out for pain, Song Qingming remembered that this was a dream, and there would be no pain in a dream.

The idea of ​​wanting to hurt Xie Yu failed, he let go in disappointment, and heard Xie Yu bury his face on his shoulder and laughed muffled.

Song Qingming: "What are you laughing at?"

"I laughed at you, you are very cute." Saying that, Xie Yu wrapped his arms around his waist with the other hand and wrote a few strokes behind him: "However, if Qingming bites me again, I will bite back. "

Resisting the itch on his back, Song Qingming snorted coldly: "Anyway, it's a dream, and it won't hurt if you bite it. Do you think I'll be afraid?"

Xie Yu stopped writing, and replied with a smile: "You have to think it through before you say it. If I bite you, it will not be as simple as just biting your ear."

Song Qingming quickly shut up.

He vaguely understood Xie Yu's meaning, it's better to be quiet at this time, lest Xie Yu will do something that will make him panic even later.

Seeing that he had calmed down, Xie Yu started to write again, and the subtle itchiness touched Song Qingming's nerves inch by inch. He had been supporting his back, but finally he couldn't resist the attack of the pen tip and softened.

The two hugged each other face to face, it should have been extremely difficult for Xie Yu to write behind his back, but every stroke behind him was very smooth.

Song Qingming began to wonder if Xie Yu was writing scribbles.

He leaned his head on Xie Yu's shoulder, struggling to suppress the unbearable itchiness behind him, and asked, "Xie Yu, what did you write?"

Xie Yu said word by word: "I want to find my way through the flowers, go straight into the depths of the white clouds, and display my grandeur."

Song Qingming squeezed out the word "um" from his throat, and it took him a long time to react suddenly: "Didn't you say that you want to copy the Diamond Sutra? Why did you write poems?!"

Xie Yu: "Suddenly I feel that it is a waste to copy the Diamond Sutra on this fine paper, and it is better to accompany it with poems."

Song Qingming was about to ask the starving ghost outside the window what to do when he suddenly realized that the sound of the window beating had long since disappeared, leaving only the rustling drizzle outside.

Realizing that he was being tricked, he frowned and pushed Xie Yu, but failed to push him away, so he said angrily: "You really answered Si Chen's words in your dream, it's not a good thing. "

Xie Yu didn't refute: "He's not good at catching ghosts, but he's good at seeing people."

Song Qingming was so angry that he raised his hand and hit him on the back: "Don't let me go?"

Xie Yu still smiled after being beaten, and patted the hand on Song Qingming's waist comfortingly: "Qingming, do you know what Haoqi Zhan Hongni's next sentence is?"

Song Qingming replied angrily: "I know, but I don't want to tell you."

"I'm afraid that the flowers will be deep inside, and the red dew will wet the clothes." Xie Yu whispered in his ear.

It was originally a poem about traveling in the spring, why did it come out of Xie Yu's mouth, it seemed to have changed its flavor?

Song Qingming's ears also started to burn, and he couldn't bear it anymore and pushed Xie Yu again, this time he pushed him away smoothly, but it was also because Xie Yu obeyed his movements that the two separated a little.

"Xie Yu!" Song Qingming shouted angrily.

Knowing that Song Qingming was getting angry, Xie Yu handed the pen in front of him: "If Qingming is angry, why don't you write on me... If you don't want to write, just draw a picture of the secret scene in the room, and I won't get annoyed with you either." of."

Song Qingming waved the pen down: "I don't want it!"

"Okay, if you don't want it, don't want it, I'll give you whatever you want." Seeing that he was really anxious, Xie Yu suppressed his smile and coaxed softly.

Even after being coaxed, Song Qingming did not calm down, as if something was still blocked in his heart.

why is this...

"You said that I would dream of you. It's all because of my thoughts in my heart, and I will have dreams at night. Are these what I want just now? I miss you holding me, and miss you being so ambiguous with me. ?”

Song Qingming lowered his head very low, and his voice trembled slightly.

Xie Yu couldn't see his expression clearly, but only heard the strangeness in his voice.

Xie Yu: "Qingming..."

"What's wrong with me?" Song Qingming interrupted him.

It wasn't until Song Qingming raised his head that Xie Yu saw clearly that his eyes were covered with water vapor, and he was about to cry.

This is the first time I saw Song Qingming's expression, Xie Yu's heart tightened, and he panicked: "It's my fault! This dream has nothing to do with you, just treat it as a nightmare. I'll forget it all!"

Xie Yu was about to cast a spell to send Song Qingming out of the dreamland, but Song Qingming suddenly approached him, and the lock of hair that had been pulled behind the ear fell down beside his face again.

His eyes were looking at Xie Yu at this moment, filled with many unspoken words.

Song Qingming: "Xie Yu, sometimes I think this dream is very strange, but occasionally I think this dream can be even weirder."

How could it be more strange?

...Can it be so strange that he took the initiative to kiss Xie Yu?

Thinking about it, Song Qingming put it into action, raised his arms to hug Xie Yu's waist, and pressed his lips against it.

Compared with the kiss threatened by Xie Yu last time, this time it was softer.

Xie Yu was only stunned for a moment, then hugged the person in front of him tightly.

Not too passionate, but a long enough kiss, the most touching.

The breaths of both of them became hot, and it took an unknown amount of time before Song Qingming slowly backed away and sighed softly.

Xie Yu asked in a deep and hoarse voice, "Why are you sighing?"

Song Qingming replied: "I sigh to myself, now I don't even think this is strange enough."

Xie Yu chuckled: "It's not surprising at all, you are mine and I am yours, and even stranger things can be done."

"Really?" Song Qingming buried his face in his neck, wanting to use Xie Yu's coolness to cool off the heat on his face, and then asked softly: "Then do you still want it?"

Xie Yu felt her heart was about to explode with joy, turned over and took Song Qingming to lie down, and pecked at the corner of his lips: "Think."

Song Qingming didn't make another sound.

Anyway, it's in a dream, so let's see where my mind has gone.

He closed his eyes and handed himself over to Xie Yu, allowing him to be gentle and obsessive, even if he jumped over the line he was most afraid of before, he still suppressed his desire to escape.

After taking that step, he found that he didn't even find it annoying.

Xie Yu's kiss was right next to his ear, and he whispered to him for a long time: "Open your eyes and look at me, okay?"

Because of this sentence, Song Qingming became nervous: "I... don't want it."

He didn't dare to look, afraid that his heart would jump out of his body.

Being rejected by him, Xie Yu was a little displeased, without the gentleness just now, feeling the change in Xie Yu's mood, Song Qingming opened his eyes in fear: "Don't do this."

Seeing him open his eyes, Xie Yu stopped moving and just hugged him: "Yes, look at me, I like the way you look at me. In the past, you put too much responsibility in your eyes. Although it was a bit selfish, but I want to monopolize your eyes."

Although Xie Yu didn't understand what Xie Yu meant, Song Qingming still nodded.

Compared with the entangled rain outside the window, they were more lingering. Song Qingming couldn't remember what happened afterwards, but only remembered that his heart was ups and downs and had nowhere to rest.

And Xie Yu explained seriously and gently. "Qingming, when Meng wakes up, tell me that you like me, remember?"

The author has something to say: "I want to wear flowers to find the way, go straight into the depths of the white clouds, and display the majestic rainbow. I am afraid that deep in the flowers, the red dew will wet people's clothes." From the song "Shui Tiao Ge Tou Tour" by Huang Tingjian in Song Dynasty The words are written in the peach blossom garden~