The blood of the dust and evil in the chaotic world dyes the red lotus

The dawn is as cool and thin as snow, and the dew clings to the branches.

The ink dots are light in summer, and the paper is full of prosperity.

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The hometown is like water, pink lotus is like a dream, comfortable and quiet, accompanied by the elegance of brewed white tea.

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Yichen's babbling voice was added to the quiet room, and the little things carved in pink and jade seldom cried. Although Chu Dan couldn't see him, he didn't have much burden with Chen'er.

The early morning sun was not too hot, and there was a sense of coolness in the room.

After the two of them washed up and finished their breakfast, Cang Ye held Chu Dan's cheek and kissed it, "Recently, the church is busy with things, I have to go out during the day, and the nanny will come every other hour, and I will come back at night." Cang Ye After giving some instructions, Ye stood beside the bed and leaned over to touch Chu Dan's forehead before leaving.

The soft light in the tent enveloped the whole area of ​​peace, and the candlelight poured down the whole room into a halo.

With Yichen by his side, the lonely time is no longer difficult.

Chu Dan was lying on his side, holding Chen'er in his slender arms, and the small body in his arms was cute even to the touch. This kind of fresh and fragile existence often aroused the softness deep in Chu Dan's heart.

"Chen'er, when will you call me Daddy..." Chu Dan propped himself up and grabbed Yichen's small palm and kissed it, his delicate hand pressed against Chu Dan's lips, extremely soft.

Chu Dan raised his head slightly, narrowed his long and narrow phoenix eyes, and kissed Yichen's small side face, "Daddy is looking forward to it", with a cold voice, whispering softly, with extra care.

Chu Dan had never experienced such a real and warm feeling in his nearly twenty years of life.Those confused past, dark bits and pieces, like dense ink, splashed on Chu Dan's pale life.

God never cared about his stunning appearance, never gave him much pleasure, even the joy of reuniting with Yichen made Chu Dan feel vain and made him panic.

He is only 19 years old, 19 years old, and he has become distorted and world-weary due to the darkness and torture in the past. Perhaps, if there is no Cang Ye, he is just a walking corpse who creates and kills.

However, the gods often play tricks on idiots, and when they meet again, because of that warmth, their hearts also retain warmth.But now, this love, because of the red mark on his chest, is about to end his life.

Ask about the future, there is no future; ask about hope, there is no hope.

Chu Dan doesn't ask Cang Ye for any protection and doting, he only asks for that warmth and tranquility, so that his wounded heart can have a place to rest.

It's just that sometimes, even the humblest hopes drift away.

The distant past became more and more blurred, and with the flowing days, the fine details of the past gradually faded away, gradually fading away from Chu Dan's memory that would be dusty.

For so many days and nights, during the sleepless old days, Chu Dan was immersed in the panic of being alone, his throat was soaked in soreness, but tears were choked into his heart.

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A dream caresses Shaohua, but the obsession does not change.The rest of my life is intoxicated, intoxicating the soul.

The crazy dream of two people, Chu Dan has not woken up, and Cang Ye has not woken up either.

In the huge front hall, Cang Ye looked down at the men under the stage, his deep eyes were like a bottomless pool, without boundaries, and without emotion flowing.

In the end, the existence of Chen Xie was detected by Cang Ye's eyeliner. Last night, the shadow quietly brought Chen Xie over from the Han Yang Sect.

At this time, looking at the handsome face and blue eyes of the man in the audience, he was somewhat similar to Chu Dan.

The corners of his mouth raised inadvertently, Cang Ye leaned back on the seat, staring blankly at the carvings on the palace door, the dim eyes were not stained with a smile, and there was a coldness like snow.

Time drifted away bit by bit, and the light and shadow in the hall slowly shifted with the sunlight... Until Chen Xie opened his mouth, Cang Ye finally stood up in satisfaction.

In the sultry front hall, the door was closed, and the restless air became icy cold due to Cang Ye's merciless gaze.

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Everything is going on in an orderly manner, and the evening will come soon.

The fiery red clouds in the sky dazzle the eyes, dyeing the end of the sky endlessly red.

When Cang Ye returned, he stood in the porch and looked at the sky, staring at the sky for a long time, the fiery red color diffused into Cang Ye's eyes, drawing a boundless sea of ​​blood.

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It wasn't until he reached the sleeping hall that Cang Ye stopped in his tracks, calmed down his cold emotions, and opened the door of the hall.

The moment he entered, the peculiar milky smell of a baby came over his nostrils, and Cang Ye looked at the two people sleeping on the bed, his eyes softened obviously.

The candles in the room were dimmed, and the red candles had not been changed all day.Without Cang Ye's permission, no one can come and go here casually, so the flames on the candlesticks have been neglected, and the due brilliance has been excavated.

Cang Ye closed the door gently, replaced a new candle before walking to the bedside.

Seeing Chu Dan's sleeping face, Cang Ye leaned over and hugged Chu Dan's body, kissed Chu Dan's lips, "Get up, the sky is still bright." His deep voice was no longer cold, and he called Chu Dan gently .

Soon, the lightly closed eyes in front of him poured out a touch of clarity, and Chu Dan opened his eyes in a trance... He couldn't see... He just knew that Cang Ye had returned, so he slowly reached out to touch Cang Ye's face, Chu Dan Feeling that Cang Ye was smiling, he also laughed.

A shattered candle flame was imprinted on the tent, and the light and shadow flickered with the candle light.Dots of dark shadows fell on Chu Dan's pale cheeks, and against his indifferent smile, Cang Ye's heart was inadvertently filled with sorrow.

Sighing silently, Cang Ye got up with Chu Dan in his arms.

The decoction has already been brought in, and the smell of fishy, ​​salty and bitter taste dilutes the smell of milk in the room.

Smelling the familiar bitter aura, Chu Dan's eyes stared blankly at the ground, and there was not much emotion flowing in the drooping deep eyes, just faint, with Chu Dan's unique charm and elegance.

This time, after waiting for a long time, the soup did not reach his mouth, Chu Dan raised his head slightly, and his clear eyes met Cang Ye's.

"If you don't like it, I won't drink it in the future." Cang Ye brushed off the hair hanging from Chu Dan's forehead, staring at the pale face in front of him.

The tranquilizing incense was lit up by the servants, and the quiet and light fragrance came indistinctly.

Chu Dan's eyes darkened, and he responded lightly.

The world of the two fell into relative silence once again.

Chu Dan didn't know that Cang Ye was actually looking at him all the time, he thought that Cang Ye was angry, and he was finally a burden to Cang Ye.

The scent of the decoction had already been diluted by the smell of tranquilizing incense, and the quiet room was covered by the cold moonlight.

"I'm sorry," Chu Dan spoke again after a long time.

Crying sounded as well, Yichen woke up, Chu Dan turned around and groped to hug him onto his lap.

Cang Ye looked at Chu Dan's back, and once again thought of Chu Dan's lonely posture that day, at this moment, sadness spread wantonly.

Cang Ye embraced Chu Dan's body, and the moment he looked back, it was Chu Dan's eyes full of tears, pouring into Cang Ye's whole heart.

Silent embrace, silent pain, only heartfelt.

The moonlight is intoxicating, and it is secretly scattered in the secluded pavilion.The infatuated wind faces the moon, caressing the feelings.

He never regarded Chu Dan as his burden, he only hated himself for not being able to keep that happy smile, and for not fulfilling that peace.But Chu Dan gave him everything, dedicated himself without reservation...

False jokes, bright lights, half-paper lovesickness, the past burned to ashes.

There are little tears, the time is far away, the green mountains and green waters are flying in the butterfly dream, thinking about his life, he told all the lies for him, and suffered all the hardships...