Great cause young maniac

The rain continued without stopping, and the figure lying on the ground in the small courtyard completely lost consciousness.He Hua finally walked out of the screen, there were no tears on his face, but his red eyes proved that he had really cried.

People in the world don't know how heartbreaking and yearning that weathered and peerless face is when he cries, and people don't even know why that famous young lady Hehua who seems to be outstanding in poetic rhyme and diction only plays the plain qin and doesn't play the cold flute.Even if I play the flute, it's just a drunken and hazy night of the full moon.

It's just that no matter how beautiful the sound of the flute is, no one can covet it, and no one can hear it.

Some people in the world once sighed: A woman with a beautiful face, her thoughts are broken and lost, making others love her, she is drunk and lying on the mountains, suddenly, she can't find a trace of happiness.

He didn't love the qin at first, and he had no place to talk about things if he was impatient, so he chose to use the qin to express his thoughts.

He Hua remembered that there used to be a lot of flutes in this courtyard, and this was the place where he snuggled in his arms and listened to him playing flutes, but unfortunately, time took everything away.Now that he is at the end of his life, it is even more impossible to tell him all kinds of grievances and enmities in the past.

He bent down, helped up the unconscious figure on the ground, waved the miscellaneous hair that covered his face, and wanted to smile, but he was so bitter that he let tears flow.

After so many years, he had already forgotten how to hate someone.

"Daddy..." A hoarse voice spewed out from his throat, how much he wanted to shout loudly, told him loudly that he didn't hate anymore, how much he wanted to tell him that he didn't die, he just lived in another identity .

He wanted to take off his coat and put it on the unconscious figure, but stopped halfway through untying his hands. He is He Hua, and he is no longer the "hehe" he said.

With a sad smile, he got up and walked out step by step.

Raindrops swayed from the ever-burning lamp, and the cool wind blew towards his face with the fragrance of peach blossoms. His hair seemed to be wetted by the fragrance of flowers in the rain, and a few strands stuck to his temples and eyebrows.

Back in the house, Qiu Li was still in the dream, the faint smile on the corner of his mouth gave him a hint of sobriety and brought him back to reality from the dream.

"Qiu'er...my brother likes you..." He lowered his head and placed a kiss on his lips. The gentle kiss awakened the dreamer.

There was a smile hidden in Qiu Li's crooked eyes, her hands were wrapped around his neck like lotus root, responding to his kiss, and after a while, he fell into the river of dreams again.

After blowing out the lamp, Hehua hugged the person in his arms tightly, and traced a circle with his fingers along his forehead, nose, red lips, jaw, and neck, and finally stopped on his fair neck.

"Qiu'er, I don't hate you anymore, I don't hate you anymore, Qiu'er, I will love you forever for my brother."

It was raining happily at night, and the candlelight in Chu Xichen's room was still flickering, and the faint candlelight was printed on the casement, casting two figures on it.

In the house, in front of the chessboard densely covered with black and white chess pieces, there are two men, one is Chu Xichen and the other is Wu Zizhu.

The former carefully stared at the chess game and pondered intently, while the latter kept stirring in the chess box with one hand resting on his chin and the other, the sound of the collision of the chess pieces was as crisp as a bell.

Seeing that Chu Xichen hadn't made up his mind about the chess move, Wu Zizhu couldn't help but yawned and urged him again and again: "Cousin, you should play, I'm already falling asleep."

Chu Xichen raised his head and smiled brightly at him, revealing his pure white teeth.

"You know that my brother's chess skills are a little short, so why do you rush?"

"Then cousin will think about it slowly, cousin, I will sleep first and then get up to play chess with you." After saying that, I wanted to put on my shoes.

"Wait..." Chu Xichen grabbed Wu Zizhu's sleeve, staring at the chessboard with eyes as bright as stars in a starry night, "Brother Wei has something to tell you, sit down and don't be lazy."

Wu Zizhu sat down again, put on a serious expression and said: "Is my cousin going to marry my sister-in-law? Which woman is my cousin's favor? How does she look like? What is her family background? How old is she? Are there other famous names? "

Wu Zizhu is a lively person by nature, and when he hears his cousin say something, he can't help but think about his cousin's marriage.

Chu Xichen's shy face was flushed, but the cousin on the other side became more and more excited as he talked, as if it was serious, singing a one-man show cheerfully by himself, regardless of what Chu Xichen wanted to say, nonsense After a while, he stared at Chu Xichen's face with great interest.

"Ahaha~ Cousin, you are shy." Wu Zizhu yelled loudly as if he had discovered something rare.

"Shut up, I didn't say anything, you're talking nonsense, be careful I'll choke you to death with a steamed bun." Chu Xichen grabbed the pastry on the plate, grabbed Wu Zizhu's collar and stuffed it into his mouth inside.

Wu Zizhu was not angry either, he just gnawed on the snacks, Erlang's upturned legs were shaking non-stop, and he hummed a little song, he was in a good mood.

"I, Chu Clan, lost a sacred object a while ago, you know that." Chu Xichen sighed slightly, and made another blank.

There was a crisp sound when the chess pieces fell, and the room lingered for a long time until Wu Zizhu looked back at the top of the chessboard and said leisurely, "Cousin, you lost."