The big brother only wears makeup to the mirror

Zhou Chunjiang still remembers the first time he heard about He Yun's specific deeds, it was when he was a girl.The girls who often played together gathered together and chatted, and then someone suddenly mentioned He Yun, saying that he had seen him when he accompanied his father to He's house for a doctor's visit a few days ago.

He Yun is famous, one is that his family has money, and the other is his short life.

"I've always heard that He Yun is a sick man, and I thought it would be a yellow and emaciated human-shaped skeleton." The girl made a frightening gesture, which made her friend laugh before continuing, "I didn't expect to be so cute. He looks good, and he is very gentle, he sees me standing on the side, and treats me to eat, what a nice guy!"

"Are you excited?" someone joked.

"You are the one with a bright heart!" The girl blushed at the words, and the girl rushed over in anger.

"Hahaha."

Zhou Chunjiang also laughed.

This conversation planted seeds in Zhou Chunjiang's heart.When she found out that her parents had a good relationship with the He family, and when she was going to visit the He family one day, she asked to go play together.

Mrs. Zhou looked at Zhou Chunjiang's bright smiling face with a look of embarrassment, but finally couldn't resist her daughter's acting like a baby and agreed.

At that time, Zhou Chunjiang didn't know that he had a marriage contract with He Yun, and her parents had been thinking about retiring the engagement.

The He family is the richest man in Quzhou, the house is big and bright, and the decorations placed outside are all luxurious and precious antiques.

Mrs. He is very friendly. Although Master He always looks angry, he speaks very well.The two families had important matters to discuss, so Zhou Chunjiang was allowed to play by himself.

"You can walk and play in other places, but you can't go to the backyard." Mrs. He told Zhou Chunjiang gently.

"Why?" Zhou Chunjiang put on a curious expression,

Mrs. He smiled, and explained briefly: "Brother He is not in good health, rest over there, don't disturb him."

When Zhou Chunjiang heard her words, he immediately became excited.

When she was little, she was very naughty.

Zhou Chunjiang pretended to be obedient, and then slipped into the backyard when he found an opportunity.

There is a high wall between the backyard and other places. Zhou Chunjiang went around half a circle, but couldn't find the door to enter, so he climbed up a peach blossom tree on the wall, preparing to cross the wall and enter the backyard.

In spring, the peach trees are full of flowers.

The tree was climbed by her, the tree body shook, and the petals fell one after another.

Zhou Chunjiang climbed desperately, and finally climbed to the height where he could see the backyard.

"I'm still wondering why this tree is different from other trees and shakes so strongly. It turns out that the little fairy from the peach blossom tree came over." A voice laughed.

Zhou Chunjiang was taken aback for a moment, then looked down.

A tall boy was standing under a tree holding a folding fan, and peach blossom petals fell beside him.

He was dressed in blue and white and held a fan in all white.Perhaps it was because he was too thin, the clothes that fit him clearly looked too loose, the robe seemed to be able to crush him, he looked so fragile.

He Yun at that time grew up a little differently from He Chang later.

This is not Zhou Chunjiang's illusion.

He Changsheng's beauty is more obvious and sharp.

As for the He Yun in Zhou Chunjiang's memory, there is only one word to describe it, gentle.

The brows are gentle, the expression is soft, even the words are like a cup of spring tea, refreshing.

Zhou Chunjiang looked at him, dumbfounded, looked at the tree, and then slid down the tree in embarrassment.

Laughter came from within the walls.

Zhou Chunjiang blushed, then felt ashamed and ran away quickly.

A healthy, strange, reckless little girl broke into her own backyard.

For He Changsheng, this was just an ordinary and strange day.

With heavy steps, He Changsheng returned to the yard that he couldn't get out of.

After Zhou Chunjiang left the yard, he was immediately found by the servants of the He family, and they hurriedly sent Zhou Chunjiang back to her parents.

As she was being pushed away, she turned her head longingly.

Zhou Chunjiang once heard that there is a kind of monster that can captivate people's hearts and make people fascinated.

Occasionally, when she couldn't sleep at night, she would think of the young master under the peach blossom tree, and suddenly thought that maybe it wasn't He Yun, but a soul-stirring monster.

In order to verify his feelings, Zhou Chunjiang found an opportunity to follow his parents to He's house for the second time.

This time, the meeting was much more formal.

He Yun appeared in the hall and was introduced to Zhou Chunjiang.

He Yun was holding a fan, sitting on a chair, quietly listening to the adults chatting, the maturity in his eyes was far better than that of people of his age.Seeing Zhou Chunjiang's curious eyes, he was taken aback for a moment, then picked up his fan, covered half of his face, and showed a shy smile.

The more shy person is Zhou Chunjiang.

They were having fun that day. She stood by the chessboard where He Yun and his father were playing chess, watching He Yun eat his father's chess pieces one by one meekly but firmly.

Just when He Yun was about to win this match, he coughed violently and then fell down from the chair.

"Call the doctor quickly!" Master He was so panicked that his hands were shaking as he helped his son up.

Because of He Yun's fainting, the He family was in a mess, and the Zhou family could only leave first.

This experience caused the Zhou family couple to quarrel after returning home.

"No matter how good he is, he is just a sick child, or a sick child who will not live long. I will never let Chun Jiang marry him!" Mrs. Zhou lost her temper with her husband, "You only care about your friendship with the He family. Don't you care about your own daughter? If Chun Jiang becomes a widow at such a young age, what should she do?"

Mrs. Zhou couldn't help crying when she thought of her daughter's fate.

"Don't cry." Master Zhou sighed.

It was at this time that Zhou Chunjiang found out that the two families had a marriage contract.

To be honest, she was happy at that time.

He Yun is an impeccable husband.

However, Mrs. Zhou's attitude was firm, and Zhou Chunjiang failed to express his true heart to his mother.

After meeting this time, the next time Zhou Chunjiang met He Changsheng was when he asked for a divorce.

In the yard, peach blossoms were planted, and the peach branches were blown by the wind, and the petals fell one after another.

He Changsheng stood under the wall, stretched out his slender hand to catch the peach petals, and showed a gentle smile.

"What the hell little peach blossom fairy, could you really say these words before?" A cold voice of complaints sounded, and Lin Jian, who stayed in Zhou Chunjiang's dream from beginning to end, couldn't help but speak, breaking the beautiful scenery in front of him.

He Changsheng, who had been smiling gently, immediately put away his expression, and fanned the wind impatiently.

As he did so, his hands, feet, and neck were bound with invisible white threads, the other end of which was attached where neither of them could see.

"Someone used Zhou Chunjiang's nostalgia and memory for you to construct her dream to restrain you."

Opposite He Changsheng, Lin Jianzheng stood against the wall with his arms crossed.

When He Changsheng was pulled into the dreamland, he immediately followed.But Zhou Chunjiang didn't have him in his dream, so he was always ignored before that.

Even if he existed, Zhou Chunjiang couldn't see it.

Lin Jian was always there, and according to Zhou Chunjiang's vision, when he saw the gentle He Changsheng, Lin Jian was so startled that he almost hit the wall.

who are you?

"Before breaking the formation, if I do something that doesn't match Zhou Chunjiang's memory, it may surprise her, and the ropes in the formation will tighten my body." He Changsheng said, "This kind of thing doesn't There are ways to restrain me, but if I resist, Zhou Chunjiang's soul will be hurt by my resistance formation, and he may die."

This is why He Changsheng has been cooperating with acting.

The person who made this formation to restrain He Changsheng was sure that he didn't want to hurt others.

In fact, this formation can't restrain He Changsheng at all, it's just very troublesome, and it's specially used to hold him back.

He Changsheng sighed secretly, and sat down on the grass.

The clothes he was wearing were layered and fell on the floor like a blooming flower.

He Changsheng held a half-open fan to cover his face, his profile was vague.

Lin Jian looked at him for a few seconds, then frowned.

"What are you doing?" He Changsheng looked up at him.

"Brother, haven't you noticed that the you in Zhou Chunjiang's memory look slightly different from the you now?"

"People's memory is not always accurate." He Changsheng said frankly, "If I enter your memory, there will be a difference between the me in your mind and the real me."

Lin Jian shook his head and said affirmatively: "The you in my memory must be exactly the same as you, I remember every inch of your face."

"Young man, don't talk too much." He Changsheng didn't believe it.

"I just know." Lin Jian curled his lips.

His determined tone made He Changsheng feel a little shy. He picked up the fan with both hands to cover half of his face.

This action, he has not changed over the years.

"Zhou Chunjiang just likes you like this." Lin Jian said, "It's really strange, I haven't seen it before."

"Are you tempted?" He Changsheng asked with a smile.

He Changsheng felt that gentle people were likable to a certain extent.

"This question is very interesting." Lin Jian said, "I need to think about it."

He Changsheng thought for a while, then put down his fan, revealing his delicate and pale face. His current appearance looks much more harmless.If the usual He Changsheng is a flower with thorns, now it is a peach blossom petal falling into the spring tea, making people want to get close.

"Actually, there is something I've always wanted to tell you." He narrowed his eyes and smiled, accompanied by peach blossoms falling, "You are actually really cute."

Lin Jian was stunned.

He Changsheng bowed his head, the tenderness of bowing his head was the most, like a water lotus flower's shyness that cannot withstand the cool wind.

"Eldest brother." Lin Jian called him.

"Ok?"

"My goosebumps... have come up." Lin Jian stretched out his hand, then pulled up his sleeve to let him see his hand.

"See you." He Changsheng called him softly.

"what's up?"

"Do you want to die?"

"Hahaha." Lin Jian laughed loudly and walked towards He Changsheng.

The gentle He Changsheng is indeed rare, but Lin Jian always feels that the He Changsheng in Zhou Chunjiang's mind is not the He Changsheng he knows and likes, but like a stranger.A very good, but Lin Jian will not be tempted by strangers.

He Changsheng put away his fan, looking bored, "Tsk, as expected, this appearance is not welcome."

Lin Jian Chaohe Changsheng walked over and stood in front of him.

"Although this is not reality, if you step on my clothes, I will fight you hard." He Changsheng looked at Lin Jian's feet and immediately made a threatening voice.

"I have a guess." Lin Jian pondered.

"what?"

Before He Changsheng finished asking, Lin Jian suddenly stretched out his hand and pushed He Changsheng's forehead hard.

Pushed by him, He Changsheng immediately fell back and lay on the lawn.

He Changsheng: "..."

Lin Jian laughed loudly and looked down at him, "I was thinking, if this formation is only to trap your soul instead of being with you, then does it mean that you don't have your original physique?"

His guess was correct.

"Brother, do you want to become more popular? I have an excellent suggestion, which is absolutely suitable for you now." Lin saw it triumphantly.

He Changsheng raised his eyebrows.

Lin Jian straddled his body with one foot, sat on his lap, then stretched out two hands, respectively pressed the wrists of He Changsheng's two hands, and pressed them on top of his head.

He Changsheng looked smaller than Lin Jian now, and Lin Jian felt that he was a beast now.

So excited.

He Changsheng moved, and then sadly found that according to Zhou Chunjiang's own setting, he is now a waste material who will be tired after walking for several miles.

He Changsheng showed a humiliated expression.

He was not ashamed because he was molested, but because he was powerless to resist.

"That's right, that's the expression." Lin Jian licked the corner of his mouth excitedly, and taught him carefully, "As long as the elder brother remembers this expression, he will definitely be more popular in the future."

"See Lin, let me go immediately." He Changsheng's tone was gloomy.

"Why?" Lin Jian pressed him even harder, showing a hooligan expression on purpose, "Didn't senior brother always like to bully the weak?"

He Changsheng said honestly: "I like to bully others, but I don't like being bullied by others."

This guy is a real sucker.

"Those who bully others must realize that they will be bullied by others sooner or later." Lin Jian deliberately chatted with him.

"That is to say, under normal circumstances, it is not my turn to be bullied by others." He Changsheng is still confident about this.

"Oh, I'm honored, it's a special case."

He Changsheng: "..."

Seeing that he was still motivated, Lin made a suggestion: "Brother, you should struggle harder...ah!"

He Changsheng raised his foot and kicked Lin Jian from behind to his head.

He had no intention of admitting defeat.

Lin Jian pursed his lips, and then pressed his foot down.

"You're dead." He Changsheng would never let him go.

Lin Jian and He Changsheng's hands and feet were all intertwined, and it was not easy to subdue He Changsheng. The two fought and fought, and finally lost their strength.Lin Jian fell down all of a sudden, leaned against He Changsheng, and laughed loudly.

Finding an opportunity, He Changsheng turned over forcefully, pinning Lin Jian down.

His clothes were loose, and the sleeves and hem were all covered at once, and the petals of peach blossoms fell on his head.

"Are you admitting defeat?" He Changsheng looked serious.

"Admit defeat, admit defeat." Lin Jian smiled tremblingly.

"What is there to be happy about losing?" He Changsheng was puzzled.

"It's just...it's fun." Lin Jian looked very happy.

He Changsheng's hair slid down from his back, hanging down like a waterfall, brushing against Lin Jian's face.

"Itchy." Lin Jian told He Changsheng.

"Hmm." He Changsheng let go of his hand, and then let go of all his strength, pressing on Lin Jian's body, motionless.

"Hey, senior brother, are you going to die?" Lin Jian pushed his shoulder.

He Changsheng's heart was right above his own, and Lin Jian's heart was beating like a drum.

"This formation originally only wanted to trap me, but you broke in. Tang Zhi and Gu Huan were outside the formation. When they woke up, they would notice something was wrong. Then you and them should join forces and break the formation together. I will find a way to get Zhou Chunjiang out," He Changsheng explained.

"I see."

He Changsheng was a little tired.

Lin Jian thought for a while, reached out and hugged his back.

"Don't take the opportunity to eat my tofu." He Changsheng said with his eyes closed.

"Oh." Lin Jian didn't let go.

People's memories belong to themselves and are unique.

In Zhou Chunjiang's memory, He Changsheng kept acting out the He Yun in her memory.

He hoped that Zhou Chunjiang would be satisfied with this, and then take the initiative to withdraw from this dream.

It's the best ending if you can.

"He Yun." A voice called out to He Changsheng.

He Changsheng came back to his senses, then turned his head.

Zhou Chunjiang is here.

He Changsheng took it for granted, let out two painful coughs, and then spread out his fan to cover his face, so as to prevent others from seeing his sick appearance.

Zhou Chunjiang showed a worried smile.

After He Changsheng coughed, he put down his fan and smiled softly.

Ah, fuck, he got goosebumps himself.

"I heard that you had a serious illness last month." Zhou Chunjiang said.

This year, He Yun was 17 years old.

It was the most important year of his life.

It was also the closest he was to the gate of death.

"I've recovered, so don't worry about it." He Changsheng said the same words as before, according to his memory, "I asked someone to call you here because I have something to explain."

Zhou Chunjiang's pupils were shaking, she had a bad feeling, and she took the initiative to back away.

At this time, the flag hanging on the side was blown by the wind.

"Miss Zhou." He Changsheng began to read his lines.

"He Yun." Zhou Chunjiang called his name directly, then interrupted him, and changed the subject abruptly, "I learned a very interesting story today."

Knowing that she was avoiding reality, He Changsheng sighed faintly.

"The story says that when the wind was blowing the flags were moving, two monks were arguing about it. One monk said that the wind was moving, and the other monk said that the flags were moving. Then there was a master named Huineng. It's not because the flag moves, but because the heart moves..."

This is a very Zen story, and Zhou Chunjiang knew that according to He Yun's character, he would definitely understand the deep meaning in it.

"No." He Changsheng changed his attitude all of a sudden, he became cold and rational in an instant, "It's Feng Dong."

The moment He Changsheng expressed his opinion, the thread on his neck tightly strangled him, and the thread on his hands and feet also held him.

"You really have a problem!" Zhou Chunjiang took a step back and expressed his doubts, "You are not He Yun!"

Facing the threat of death, He Changsheng remained calm.

He found that satisfying Zhou Chunjiang's dream could not wake her up, so he had to be cruel.

"Miss Zhou, it's Fengdong."

It's the wind, not your heart.