The author travels through the revenge war

'I'm Chen Chen. ' These words accompanied Yan Zixi for a long time.As if by convention, every time he came out of the ice cave, he would hear this greeting.

This person, even if he was still worried and scared a moment ago, the moment he saw him again, he would still raise his smile and say to him expectantly—'I'm Chen Chen. '

Yan Zixi felt that she was under some kind of curse.

He could try to hit the tenth level tomorrow morning, but because he didn't want to forget him, he still didn't act.

……

"I'm Chen Chen." Yang Baoqiu held Yan Zixi's cold hand, trembling uneasy when he didn't get a response.

"En." Yan Zixi responded lightly, and then hugged the person in front of him.

He has already reached the peak of level nine, and he has been suppressing for this person.But gradually, it seemed that he could no longer suppress it.He could feel it, maybe the next time, the next time.He will complete the breakthrough, unless...

"Don't think so." Yang Baoqiu said sullenly as if he had seen through his mind, "You don't have to do anything for me, I don't want to be your hindrance, if you can advance..."

No matter how reluctant, he still doesn't want to drag himself down.

"Fool." Yan Zixi patted his head.

If you really think so, why do you have to introduce yourself every time I come out?

Yang Baoqiu felt his cold body temperature and closed his eyes.

The next time Yan Zixi tried to hit the tenth level was about to have an accident.The transition is almost complete, and the real drama is about to begin.The peaceful days are about to be broken again so soon.

"Teach me how to practice the piano." He raised his head, his eyes misty.

"No need." Yan Zixi shook his head, "I don't have anything to teach you anymore."

"Then, let me play the piano for you?" Yang Baoqiu tilted his head and looked at Yan Zixi.

"Okay." The latter nodded and let go of his hand.

The beautiful sound of the piano lingers in the back mountain, bringing some uneasiness and sadness.

Yan Zixi watched Yang Baoqiu's slender fingers move on the piano.Suddenly there was a feeling of wanting him to stop.This style doesn't suit him.He should be carefree and heartless for the rest of his life.How can there be such emotions now.Because of yourself?

"Island Master!" Old Butler Xu's loud voice broke the abnormal atmosphere in the back mountain.

"What?" The current Yan Zixi, only in front of Yang Baoqiu would subconsciously restrain the overflowing chill.

The sound of the zither continued, the old butler rushed to Yan Zixi's side, whispered into his ear anxiously but lowered his voice.

"Master Ling saved a man who fell into the water. He looks very similar to Madam. He also said that the man's name is...Chen Chen."

"Ding." The sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

A string snapped, and Yang Baoqiu's index finger overflowed with bright red blood.

"Why are you so careless?" Yan Zixi frowned.Walking up to him, she took his hand and squeezed his injured index finger without hesitation.

"No..." Yang Baoqiu blushed slightly, "I didn't pay attention."

A rather bad feeling rose in his heart.

In the end what happened.

……

Yan Zixi calmly followed the old butler Xu who was walking quickly, intending to meet the man who was said to look a lot like Chen Chen.

"I always thought that there were no identical people in this world, but now I have learned a lot. Except for the height, it seems to be carved out of the same mold." Ling Feng touched the wine gourd on his waist, and looked at him while he was sitting. The person on the chair, "It can't be twins."

Chen Chen is not a suitable person to be the wife of the owner of Penglai Island. He has thought about many possibilities, but he has never doubted this.He never thought about what he would do when Chen Chen was no longer Chen Chen.

When he saw the person sitting on the chair, he couldn't help but think of the person who had the same face as him but a completely different personality.

The old butler held a letter in his hand, which was written by Chen Chen's father to his master. There was only one sentence in it that mentioned Chen Chen, but this sentence decided many things.

- "My son has a birthmark of fire on his arm"

Watching the man raise his arms, revealing a flaming birthmark.Yan Zixi narrowed his eyes.

There was no flame birthmark on Chen Chen's arm.

"Island owner. Could it be that Madam is a fake?" Old butler Xu asked in a low voice with some uncertainty.

"He's not him." At that moment, Yan Zixi made a decision.

Now he is the owner of Penglai Island.He can judge by himself, so why listen to the previous generation.He said that he was his wife, who would dare to deny it.

"You can go." He looked at the confident person in front of him and said slowly.

"What?" As if he didn't believe what he heard, Chen Chen's eyes widened, "Yan Zixi, please see clearly. I am your real fiancee!"

"You're not." Yan Zixi just looked at him calmly, expressionless.

"What do you mean! Is Penglai Island going to breach the contract!" Chen Chen stood up and took two steps towards him, "That person is a fake! He pretended to be me to lie to you! I should be your wife! This birthmark That's the proof! Ah—! What did you do!"

A piece of ice formed on Chen Chen's arm where the birthmark was, slowly falling off with the birthmark.In an instant, a piece of flesh was missing from the arm.

"From now on. You are not." Yan Zixi didn't even look at it, turned and left. "throw it out."

"No! You can't do this! No! Yan Zixi!"

Yang Baoqiu sat at the table, staring blankly at his bandaged fingers.Just now, that bad feeling disappeared.What happened in the place that he didn't know.

This feeling of not knowing anything is really uncomfortable.

"Squeak—" The door was pushed open, and Yan Zixi stepped into the room.

"It hurts?" He sat down opposite him, just looking at his face.

"It doesn't hurt." Yang Baoqiu put his hand down, grabbed a piece of pastry and put it in his mouth, "Is there... what's the matter?"

"No." Yan Zixi shook his head, "Everything is normal."

"That's good." The corner of his mouth raised a brilliant arc, and he took a pastry and stretched it out in front of Yan Zixi, "This is very sweet and delicious, you can eat one."

"Mmm, it's delicious." Yan Zixi took a bite out of his hand.

He doesn't like sweets, because Chen Chen likes them, so he likes them.

"That's natural!" Yang Baoqiu stuffed another cake for him proudly, as if he made the pastry himself.

"Chen Chen." Yan Zixi suddenly opened his mouth and called his name.

"What's wrong?" Yang Baoqiu looked at him suspiciously.

"You won't lie to me." Yan Zixi just looked into Yang Baoqiu's eyes, "Would you?"

"Of course! We're already married! You won't lie to anyone!" Sticking out his tongue playfully, Yang Baoqiu ran behind him and wrapped his arms around his neck, saying softly, "I'm yours. "

Yan Zixi was taken aback.Sitting on a chair and turning around.He stretched out his hand to hold the back of Yang Baoqiu's head, and kissed him deeply.

Rubbing slightly jerky, his tongue slowly licked Yang Baoqiu's lips.

Yang Baoqiu didn't react at first, and then opened his teeth slightly, allowing Yan Zixi to stick his tongue in, entangled with his tongue.The tip of his tongue touched almost every corner of his mouth.

After a long time, Yan Zixi let go of him, his lips parted, and a silver thread was brought up.

"Very sweet." The corners of Yan Zixi's mouth curled up slightly.

Yang Baoqiu's face turned red with disappointment: "You, what are you doing?"

"What a husband and wife should do." Yan Zixi's tone was a bit taken for granted.

"You." Yang Baoqiu bit his lower lip that was wet from the fierce kiss just now, turned and ran away.

Yan Zixi looked at his back as he ran away.The index finger tapped the table.

you are mine.Since you said you would not lie to me, so what if I believe you.

Yang Baoqiu ran for a long distance in one breath until he was unable to run anymore.

Pink peach petals fell in front of him.

This is the place where he saw Yan Zixi playing the piano for the first time.

A dark guqin is just placed under the peach tree not far away.

He walked over slowly, stared, sat down, and raised his hand.The piano sounded.

The slightly impatient sound of the piano clearly showed his heart.

On Penglai Island, the island owner's yard, and under the peach tree, a beautiful young man closed his eyes and played a qin that only exists because of the sky.

Suddenly, a pair of hands grabbed the boy's hand.A person sat down slowly behind the boy.

He held on to his hand, and the sound of the piano with a different style sounded again.The melodious sound of the piano lingers in my ears.Yang Baoqiu would struggle a little at first, but later, he simply let him bring his hand.

This score was exactly what he played when he held his hand for the first time.

Same place, same violin.

It's just that he who clings to his hand is no longer the cold-hearted him before.He who was held by his hand was also not the boy who knew nothing about guqin that day.

"You once said that if I want to marry, you can marry. As for the others..." Yang Baoqiu's voice sounded amidst the melodious sound of the piano.

"Yes." Yan Zixi kept moving his hands and put his head on Yang Baoqiu's shoulder.Then she swallowed his earlobe in one bite.

"!" Yang Baoqiu was shocked.Then Yan Zixi was satisfied to see the crimson color creep up to his ears.

Break his restless head.Island Master Yanda kissed his wife's soft lips again.Didn't go deep, but exhausted my sincerity.He likes him, likes this Chen Chen, likes this innocent, sometimes a little confused Chen Chen.

Although the current result is what he wanted at the beginning...but.What is this cheating feeling of "the final right of interpretation belongs to our shop"? !

Facing Yan Zixi, I felt much more relaxed again.The last plot, if you don't want to start it, you have to start it.

The old butler Xu who was passing by saw the happy appearance of his island owner and his wife, nodded in satisfaction, and left humming a little song.In the future, he must also find someone who is not only beautiful but also soft and easy to push down like his wife.

The melodious tune continued to linger in the yard, but the person who played it was already absent-minded.