The day I ran away with my fiancé

Jing Shangyuanhe felt that Xuanyan Xingbu must have misunderstood something. It was too late for him to like him, so how could he hate him?

He waved the cigarette in front of him, stood up and was about to speak, but Xuanyan Xingbu spoke first: "A Yuan, I left you a note, and when I return to deliver your clothes, you have already checked out gone."

Jing Shangyuanhe was confused when he heard that, wiped away the tears from the smoke, and asked puzzledly, "Ashin, what are you talking about?"

"Six years ago," Xuanyan Xingbu looked into his teary eyes and said slowly, "in a hotel."

Jing Shangyuanhe was stunned for a moment, then suddenly opened his eyes wide, held Xuanyan Xinbu's shoulder and asked repeatedly: "A note? What note? I didn't see a note! What did you write on the note?"

"I wrote that I want to go back to get the clothes, and I asked you to wait for me for a while, and I also wrote my name and contact information." Xuanyan Xinbu sighed softly, "But you have left after I went back, and you have not contacted me since then Me. I thought you'd forgotten about it."

"Where did you put the note?" Jing Shang Yuanhe asked after thinking about it.

"On the bedside table, press it with your key."

Jing Shangyuanhe carefully recalled the scene at that time again, couldn't help covering his face, and slowly squatted on the ground.

At this moment, he wished he could beat himself to death.

He saw that note!

But the note was upside down and fell to the ground with his keys.

He thought it was just an ordinary piece of white paper, so he stepped on it indifferently!

If he knew at that time that it was a note left by Xuanyan Xingbu, he would have confessed that piece of paper like his ancestors!

But he was so shocked that morning, he thought that Xuanyan Walked took him as a pervert and stole his clothes and ran away.After all, he was the one who took off his smelly clothes before Xuanyan Xingbu knew it, and threw it away on his own initiative.

Jing Shangyuan was so remorseful that he wished he could hit him head-on to death, Xuanyan Xinbu thought he still hated him for wearing his clothes, so he quickly squatted beside him and apologized to him: "I'm sorry, Ayuan, I didn't know you didn't I can see the note, and I didn't expect this matter to affect you so much. You should hate me, and I shouldn't be angry with you. I don't know what I can do to make it up to you? "

Jing Shangyuanhe, who was dying of remorse, woke up suddenly when he heard the second half of the sentence.

Ashin has already been found by him. Although he has made such a big circle in the past few years, judging from this result, it is already excellent.Regret or something will not help, the most important thing now is to grasp the moment!

He hastily held Xuanyan Xingbu's hand, and said earnestly: "Ashin, if you don't get angry with me, it is already the greatest compensation for me."

Xuan Yan Xinbu shook his head: "I shouldn't be angry with you in the first place, this is not compensation, do you think of something else?"

"Then..." Jing Shangyuanhe hesitated for a moment, feeling that his next request might be a bit ungentlemanly, but he was afraid that the shop would be lost after passing through this village, so after thinking about it for a while, he asked bravely, "Would you like to ask?" Don't want to marry me?"

Xuanyan Xinbu didn't expect Jingshang Yuanhe to still be thinking about this incident, his face flushed slightly, and he said awkwardly: "We..."

"Ah?!" The old village head who was watching silently at the side finally felt that he understood what they were talking about. He shouted in shock and interrupted Xuanyan Xingbu's words, "You two, aren't you brothers? Why? Suddenly, suddenly... ouch, what a crime!"

Jing Shangyuan and Ashin, who was full of eyes full of him, had long forgotten that there was an old village chief who was watching the night beside him. The old village chief was so startled that he almost fell into the fire.

The old village chief can't even remember what the culprit who ruined his daughter looks like, but he remembers the relationship between him and Ashin clearly. I really don't know whether to praise him for his good memory or to blame him for his bad memory!

Jing Shangyuanhe was angry and annoyed, and was afraid that Xuanyan Xingbu would ignore him because he had lost such a big face. He was actively looking for ways to save Ashin and his own reputation, so he heard Xuanyan Xingbu say goodbye to the old man who kept patting his thighs. The village head explained: "Uncle, A Yuan and I are not brothers, we are actually... lovers, the kind that Mr. Shan Ruo protects as a matchmaker."

The old village head hung his hands in the air, his eyes widened and his mouth opened wide, and it took him a long time to react.He laughed dryly, apologized, turned around and stared at the fire without speaking.

Jing Shangyuanhe couldn't recover from the shock until Xuanyan Xinbu finished his supper. When Xuanyan Xinbu took his hand and sat on the bed, his mind was still full of those two never-ending music. Cheerleaders, "Couples and lovers", "Protect the media and protect the media", you and I kept waving colorful hand flowers and shouting slogans.

Xuan Yan called him several times without getting a response, and shook his hands in front of him several times, but he couldn't block his straight gaze.

"A Yuan?"

Xuan Yan had no choice but to squat in front of him, support his knee, and lightly pecked his lips.

This peck was not strong, but the effect was extremely obvious. Jing Shangyuanhe, who was wandering in the sky, finally found himself, held the other's shoulder excitedly, and asked indiscriminately: "Ashin, what you said is true!" Yes? Are you willing? You agreed? I am so fucking happy! Hahahaha..."

As if feeling that words could not fully express his inner joy, Jing Shangyuan held Xuanyan Walking Walk on his shoulders, and while laughing wildly, he turned around several times in the same place, but the circles in place were not enough, so he ran to the yard again up.

Xuanyan Xinbu almost vomited out the meal he just ate.

He felt that his head was really stepped on by a pig, so he said that to the old village chief.

He wants to take back his words now, is there still time?

No, it's too late.

Jing Shangyuan and those wild laughter had already made everyone in the small village quarrel.Now everyone in Xiaoshan Village knows what kind of relationship he has with Jing Shangyuanhe.

Xuanyan Xingbu felt ashamed to death, but Youhong beat gongs and drums to call out the people in the small village one by one from their huts, letting everyone celebrate this historic moment together.

The people in the small mountain village are surprisingly very open, and they don’t think there is anything wrong with two men who are in love with each other. Hearing that the marriage between the two is actually kind and gentle, it’s like a happy event that can’t be seen in a hundred years. He set up the pot again, took out the old wine that had been preserved for many years, and planned to have a good time with the wine all night long.

Villagers who are good at singing and dancing even danced around the fire, clapping their hands and playing their flutes.

Jing Shangyuan and his face were flushed like a bridegroom official. Under the encouragement of everyone, he drank a cup of wine with Xuanyan Xingbu. Xuanyan Xingbu was still as drunk as six years ago. Before he had time to think about why the situation developed like this, he already Drunk unconscious.

After having a drink with the enthusiastic villagers, Jing Shangyuan returned to the cabin anxiously to take care of the drunk Xuanyan Xingbu.

As expected, Xuanyan rolled on the ground and vomited all over himself. Jing Shangyuanhe helped him take off his clothes like he did six years ago, then boiled a large basin of water to wipe him off, and finally changed him into clothes. He took off his nightgown and put it neatly on the bed.

However, unlike six years ago, this night, he did not fall asleep. He quietly stood beside Xuanyan Xingbu's bed, describing his sleeping face with half regret and half relief, until the sky turned white , until the candle on the table turned into a pool of flowing wax water, submerging the struggling flame bit by bit, until Xuanyan Xingbu opened his eyes again, looked at him with a bewildered expression, and called his name in a dream :

"A Yuan?"

He smiled, pecked Xuanyan Xinbu lightly on the mouth, and said softly: "Ashin, good morning."