Wife-chasing crematorium of a wealthy old man

His peach blossom eyes are too foul.

Mu Xun admitted that he was bewitched.

Even after so many years, he was still bewitched again and again.

"Ah Xun, actually... I have been wearing the jade ring finger, but it was accidentally broken in the parking lot that day, and it was repaired a few days ago. It has never been lost. Even if I lose it, it will not be lost." Qi Zhi The knot is still sticking to his side, and the eyes are moving, from the eyes facing him to the thin lips facing him.

Mu Xun also looked at his Zhouzheng face, and couldn't help but look down. He was only wearing a home pajamas, with a low v-neck, revealing a large area between his collarbone.

He swallowed, feeling that he was worthless.

Qi Zhijie didn't stop attacking, and opened his right leg, sticking to Mu Xun's left leg, through the cloth, but it still made Mu Xun's ears flush.

"Ah Xun, I admit that I regret it, then can you admit that between us, the same as the jade wrench in my hand, can repair the cracks and be intact." He tentatively grabbed Mu Xun's hand holding the phone. The left hand and the outside of the thigh are tightly attached to the man who has nowhere to escape.

He knew Mu Xun too well.

Know everything about him, including his body.

Mu Xun grabbed his thumb with a jade wrench, and held the warm jade in his palm.

He squinted his misty fox eyes, and admitted that he was emotional for Qi Zhijie.

The man beside him seemed to glance down inadvertently, and raised his eyebrows: "Is this the answer you gave me?"

……

He likes Qi Zhijie.

He admits.

However, he couldn't forgive him, or rather, he couldn't forgive him so vaguely.

If now, as Qi Zhijie said, "repair the cracks and make them intact."

What was the self three years ago?

What is the love and hatred that he has never resolved in the past three years.

He should, how to easily forgive Qi Zhijie for Mu Xun three years ago.

As for Qi Zhijie, he only thought that his Axun finally didn't reject him anymore.

"How about going to eat Thai food at night, change your pants, let's go together."

"Qizhi Festival."

"Ok?"

"Don't you have anything else to say to me?" He was still looking forward to it.

And Qi Zhijie didn't pretend to be stupid, and held his hand: "Three years ago, I wasn't firm enough, that's why I lost you."

"So, do you love me?"

"of course."

He answered simply, without half a second of hesitation.

But regarding all kinds of things three years ago, he never wanted to go into details, only vague.

Regarding the fact that he was going to marry someone else back then, he didn't mention a word.

Although later, the marriage seemed to fail to end.

However, he should have told him.

Mu Xun was very tired, both physically and mentally.

Too tired to break free from Qi Zhijie, he let him hold her in his arms.

Only Qi Zhijie indulged in what he thought was tenderness.

But Mu Xun's head is in a mess at the moment, and he still can't figure out many things.

For Qi Zhijie, he admitted that he really loves her.

And really, hate it.

He hated that he would always be like this, saying that he loved him while saying that he would give up everything, but on the other hand, he refused to tell the truth.

Just keep him in the dark like a fool.

It was like this three years ago, and three years later, he still wants to be like this.

On the way back, it rained again.

In Fudong in March, it started to rain again.

It reminded him of March in Manhe three years ago, and it was the same.

At that time, Mu Xun would turn over and over every day to see the few keepsakes left by Qi Zhijie in the iron box.

Every day I go to Qi Zhijie's small courtyard to see hibiscus flowers.

The hibiscus blossoms and fades, and even the new year has passed.

Qi Zhijie still didn't come to the appointment.

He wanted to tell him the answer, but never had the chance.

It's not that he didn't try to get in touch, but at that time, the communication equipment was not as advanced as it is now, and he was also very old-fashioned. He only had Qi Zhijie's phone number. He called several times, but no one answered.

After that, he didn't dare to fight anymore.

He saw the man again on a cold night that had just rained.

Qi Zhijie was wearing a gray coat and a checked scarf and stood in front of Uncle He's store.

When cleaning Uncle He and his precious agate bracelet, when he saw the man he had been thinking about day and night for half a year, his fingertips trembled disobediently, unable to hold the red agate in his hand at all, and dropped the agate on the on the floor.

Uncle He, who had just come out of the workshop, heard the sound and rushed over. Instead of meeting Qi Zhijie, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, he knelt down and picked up the bracelet on the ground: "I Onyx..."

And at this moment, in Mu Xun's world, there is no Uncle He's wailing, no red agate, nothing.

Only Qi Zhijie.

He just wanted to throw himself into his arms, hug him tightly, and tell him how much he missed him.

However, he could only think in this way, because in the next second, he was scolded by Uncle He.

As for Qi Zhijie, he just stood in front of the door, looking at him quietly, and with those talking peach blossom eyes, he looked at him without hesitation.

at night.

Uncle He has already fallen asleep.

He kept it from Uncle He, and even from Erhuang who was sleeping in the yard.

Erhuang's hearing is so good that he can tell when cotton is dropped on the ground, but fortunately he is a sleepy dog, otherwise he would howl a few times at Mu Xun who came and went out of the courtyard in the middle of the night.

Qi Zhijie seemed to know that he would come, and the light in the courtyard was still on.

The man sat on the sofa in the living room, it seemed that he had been waiting for him for a long time, his face was a little haggard, blue circles appeared rarely at the moment.

"Axun." The moment he saw him, the man straightened his back from the sofa without looking slumped.

Standing in front of the door, Mu Xun didn't dare to approach him for a moment, pursed his lips, and blushed slightly: "I thought...you had forgotten me."

The man got up from the sofa and walked towards him.

Step by step, until standing in front of his eyes.

On the thumb of his left hand is impressively wearing a white jade finger ring gifted by Mu Xun.

The white jade has been well-raised, with a layer of greasy luster that is not difficult to detect.

So Mu Xun saw it at a glance.

"It's my fault. I came back late." Qi Zhijie stood in front of him with a gentle and careful tone.

The familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar woody aroma melted into the air and was inhaled by him into his lungs.

Like tobacco, it is addictive.

He looked up at Qi Zhijie.

This old man has lost a lot of weight, his chin is even sharper than before, but his peach blossom eyes are as charming as ever.

"The hibiscus flower is gone, is your letter still counted?"

The author says:

I may be entering v soon, and I will discuss with the editor about the specific time on weekdays~

I hope that the little angels will not abandon me as a hot dish author after entering v, and we can still post frequently!

I really appreciate the company of the little angels!Gave me motivation to code!