Red plums reflect youth

Qiao Yang put Qiao Sheng on the bed, Ziqing covered him with the quilt, and the two of them left the room and went to the yard.

"Don't go back to Qingcheng Pavilion so late, go to sleep in the West Wing." Qiao Yang pulled Ziqing to his original room, opened the door and went in: "Mama Yang will clean it every day, just afraid that someday you will clean it." Come back to live...you see, clean it."

Since going to Qingcheng Pavilion, Ziqing occasionally came back to visit his parents, but he never slept at home. Now he saw that the room was spotless and everything was furnished as before, so he couldn't help feeling a little dazed.

Seeing that Ziqing didn't speak, Qiao Yang knew that he was acquiescing. He smiled and lay down on Ziqing's bed, and then patted a place beside him: "Come and sleep."

"You go out!" He refused coldly, Ziqing's expression could not be seen clearly in the dark night

Unexpectedly, Qiao Yang said with a smile: "When you held your hand just now, you didn't refuse...you must have thought about it when you were a child." When I was young, you slept next to me at that time~ Come here, I promise not... um... so what..."

When I was a child, what a carefree day.

Qiao Sheng was hooked up by Qiao Sheng unintentionally today, and Ziqing couldn't help feeling nostalgic.

As if bewitched, Ziqing walked over and lay down beside Qiao Yang.

Qiao Yang leaned against Ziqing and said contentedly, "Go to sleep." Then he closed his eyes and stopped talking.

"What the hell are you involved in? What happened to Lanlang and Mingyan? Your injuries..." Before Ziqing could finish asking, Qiao Yang put his hand on his lips, refusing to let him speak.

"Where did these things come from when I was a child... go to sleep." Qiao Yang yawned.

Ziqing stopped talking, and after a while, he heard Qiao Yang's breathing became even and long, and he must have fallen asleep.

Ziqing turned to face Qiao Yang. In the dark night, Qiao Yang's handsome profile was sharp and angular.

Lying down and watching his sleeping face so intimately like this, I never knew how much I expected.

But now, after so many things and twists and turns, it seems that I no longer have the same mood as before.

Close at hand, but far away.

The person in front of me can make me fall in love easily, the first time he kisses me, the first time he says he likes me, he writes love poems to himself, he fears for his own safety, he is vulnerable and helpless when his life is dying...

However, in a blink of an eye, he can tear his heart apart, play with himself, humiliate himself, have affection for others, mock his feelings for him, and leave without saying a word...

Sincerity is always treated unintentionally, sad, heartbroken, no matter how sincere a heart is, it will eventually become unintentional.

He still has some kind of relationship with him, just like today, can't leave, can't run away, can't escape.

That's it, that's it.

I only hope that in the future, we can really get along like we did today, as we did when we were young, and take care of each other's face.

My own life experience is miserable, and I can't find love. Fortunately, I still have two hands and a piano.

……

Before he knew it, Ziqing also gradually fell asleep.