Grandpa is such a bird

Even after pressing the song to come into the house to deliver soup and medicine, Lingjiang took the little sister Thrush and left without looking back.

Looking at the resolute back of the little yellow bird, Yin Chenglan felt that the soup was more bitter. His pale handsome face was reflected in the pitch-black liquid, and the turbulent black color was about to drown him. He gently shook the bitter medicine, thinking , the next time, and the last time, when he closes his eyes again, he will never open them again.

If he still has reincarnation, the next life, will the little yellow bird still look for it?

Yin Chenglan sighed faintly, I'm afraid it won't happen, no matter whether it's Pan Qi or Yin Chenglan, he failed to give Lingjiang a promise to grow old. In countless reincarnations, he has caused the little boy to suffer too much grievance.

"Is there any news about Shanyue?" Yin Chenglan drank the soup in one gulp.

"I got in touch as soon as I arrived at the Valley of Miraculous Doctors." Lian Presse hesitated, and said, "Shanyue has taken in an apprentice named Yixuan, and he has brought him into the palace."

He handed the letter to Yin Chenglan, caught the empty medicine bowl, frowned, and said hesitantly: "Master, there may be changes in the mountains and moons."

Yin Chenglan finished reading the letter with a few glances, turned the letter paper into powder in the palm of his hand, and said thoughtfully: "He mentioned a person in the letter, it seems that this person made Shanyue want to retire, have you checked this person?" ?”

Lian Presse sat down at the table and poured himself a glass of water, and said: "The Luo'an city government is currently on duty to arrest Tubo. Shanyue found a way to leave the imperial capital after receiving our request to retreat. The place to go is Luo An City, I think they should have known each other at that time."

Rubbing the rim of the cup with his fingers, he said in confusion: "But Shanyue is not a person with a weak heart. On the contrary, he has practiced Zen since he was a child, and he has already cultivated an indifferent and exquisite heart. How could he be so reckless this time? When the master is about to make a big plan, make such a request?"

Yin Chenglan thought for a while and asked, "Is there a portrait of this person?"

Pressing the song repeatedly, he went back to the room and brought it back. Yin Chenglan opened the picture scroll, and saw a young man wearing a blue fast-moving outfit, tall and tall, graceful, with temples cut like knives, and full of spirits. He was holding a snow-white little rabbit, and his well-knit fingers were pulling the little rabbit's ears.

"..."

Double click the song: "Is this lunch or a pet?"

The corners of Yin Chenglan's lips curled up, he closed the painting, and said, "Let's make arrangements, I'm going to the imperial capital, see Shanyue."

Double-click the song to respond, and take the order to leave.

The door opened and closed, and Yin Chenglan saw a pale yellow mass standing on the plum tree in the courtyard.

At night, the spring breeze is expected to be chilly.

The lights in Yin Chenglan's room were brightly lit, the door was ajar, and the cold wind from the valley whimpered inside.

The people in the room were wearing unlined clothes and leaning against the bedside to read, coughing softly.

Ling Jiang waited at the door for a while, then turned and left with a gloomy expression.

Pressing the song and sleeping until midnight, suddenly I felt hairy all over my body.When he opened his eyes, he saw a figure standing at the head of the bed. He was about to scream, but was grabbed by the collar with one hand and pulled up.

Lingjiang dragged him outside the house.

"Wait! No, wait, where are you going, let go, oh, I'm not wearing pants!"

Ling Jiang stood still abruptly.

In the dimly lit courtyard, even the chief executive was panicking in the wind with his butt pouted, thinking unnecessarily that this person was going to attack him?He knew that he looked good... ah!

Lingjiang punched him hard, and said in a low voice while beating him: "Why don't you close the door! No one told you that closing the door casually is a virtue!"

Lian pressed the song and ran away: "You didn't give me a chance to wear pants!"

Ling Jiang paused.

Angrily and disgustedly said: "I'm talking about the door of Yin Chenglan's house!"

Double-click the song: "..."

It's not his back door, it scared him to death.

"The Lord won't let you go. He said he will wait for you. It's too cold outside. He will wait for you to go back to sleep."

The opening sentence was all made up, and even according to the song, he immediately said vividly: "My lord said he couldn't sleep without his little bird. It can be said that there is a bright moonlight in front of the bed, and a pair of birds on the tree. Look up at the moon, and look down at the Lingjiang River .”

Lingjiang: "..."

The handsome young man let go of his hands, lowered his eyelids, his eyelashes trembled slightly, his brows and eyes were dark, his lips were pale, and his whole face was full of color and ink. Ling Jiang glared viciously, even pressed the song, and left without saying a word.

A moment later, there was an earth-shattering sound of closing the door in the side yard next door.

Angry Bird lay on Yin Chenglan's bed with two cute little thrushes in his arms.

"sleep!"

Yin Chenglan put down the book, raised his sleeve to extinguish the candle, and touched the little bird under the quilt in the dark: "How about turning into a human?"

A little thrush chirped coquettishly.

"..."

Yin Chenglan: "Sorry, I touched the wrong one."

Continue to touch, touch the bare bird's buttocks, shrink your fingers, and bring Lingjiang to your eyes.

Lingjiang was held by his claws, hanging upside down in the air, his small dark round eyes glowed with the light of the night, and he looked at Yin Chenglan solemnly.

Yin Chenglan brushed away the little yellow bird's obtrusive hair: "Is it okay if you don't get angry? I don't have much time. I don't want to remember your angry appearance before I die."

Ling Jiang turned his eyes away, and sneered hoarsely: "Then can I let you not die, I don't want to watch you die every time."

Yin Chenglan pursed his lips and smiled wryly: "This matter is a dilemma." He changed the subject and talked about Shanyue.

Ling Jiang said: "It's not all bad things, maybe this is just a kind of opportunity. If there is a kind of person, no matter what he says is shocking, others will believe it. Who do you think it is?"

Yin Chenglan looked at him: "Dead."

Ling Jiang said: "The words of the dying person are true. Since your man wants to withdraw, let him do it."

"I'll reply to Shanyue tomorrow." Yin Chenglan said.

The little bird hanging upside down hummed calmly.

There was silence in the dark room.

"Lingjiang", Yin Chenglan called him, and said, "I don't want you to get hurt for me."

Ling Jiang looked at him, and Yin Chenglan said: "There is a kind of person who will be believed no matter what he says, who do you think?"

Lingjiang's eyes burned, almost bleeding.

Imagining a human form, Yin Chenglan was pressed under his body. As soon as the warm skin was pressed together, he became crazy. Lingjiang struck extremely hard, and with a stab, he tore Yin Chenglan's front lapel, pulled off his belt, and then lifted himself up, indiscriminately. He took off his clothes and threw them on the ground, pressing down on the man with his waist, and when the man was trying to struggle, he straightened his waist and slammed into him hard.

Yin Chenglan felt the scorching heat from his waist and abdomen, and panicked. He just thought that if he let Lingjiang go on like this, he might not even survive tonight: "Lingjiang stop, stop——uh!"

The lips were blocked, Yin Chenglan opened his eyes wide in the darkness, Ling Jiang bit his lips, seeing blood, the hot blood was exchanged between each other's lips, Ling Jiang hoarsely said: "I want you."

The voice was forced out from the throat with male fiery blood, as if Yin Chenglan didn't give it to him at this moment, he would kill him on the spot.

Yin Chenglan struggled, his legs were tightly entangled by Lingjiang, unable to struggle at all, let alone any room for detours, he took a sharp breath, looked at the dark roof, and thought to himself, these crippled hands Legs, not only want him to die, but also his integrity.

He felt that the little beast on his body had reached the extreme, and if he didn't agree with him, he was afraid that the bird would go crazy, so he sighed, rubbed his head lying on his chest, spread his hands, and said discouragedly: " ...Then you come."

As soon as the words fell, they bumped into each other naked from the waist down.

Lingjiang hit Yin Chenglan a few times out of order, always feeling itchy, not the feeling he imagined, he got discouraged and lay back, bit Yin Chenglan's neck, and said sullenly: "I don't know how to... Birds are different."

Yin Chenglan was aroused by him, and when he heard this sentence again, he said aggrievedly: "Which bird did you sleep with?"

Lingjiang: "No, I've seen it occasionally."

Yin Chenglan's lips curled up, his eyes were overjoyed, and he put his hands on Lingjiang's flexible waist, and said in a warm voice: "I'll teach you." After finishing speaking, he twisted his waist forcefully, turned over, and pressed Lingjiang weakly , kissed him tenderly, and at the same time, a hand slid down from his waist.

Lingering to death, surging like waves.

The moon is on the treetops, and the night is in Weiyang.

Ling Jiang was covered in sweat, lying limply on the bed, with one hand kneading his lower back with appropriate strength, Ling Jiang frowned, arched his waist and hid in the bed, Yin Chenglan stuck to him obsessively, bowed his head and kissed him Because of the thin and slightly raised spine.

On the second day, the sun seeped in through the bed curtains, and fell on Lingjiang's eyelids.

He frowned and opened his eyes, and saw his thrush girls shivering in the corner of the bed, he was about to stand up, and when he moved, soreness poured out from his limbs and bones.

Ling Jiang snorted and fell back into the bed again, remembering what happened last night.

"Shh, don't move, you sleep a little longer."

Someone patted him lightly.

Ling Jiang's face darkened, and he shook off Yin Chenglan's hand abruptly, gritted his teeth and sat up in pain. Without saying a word, with a gloomy face, he pressed Yin Chenglan onto the bed, grabbed his unconscious legs and carried them to his shoulders.

"Calm down, Lingjiang, calm down first, and listen to me." Yin Chenglan changed from a cat that had just eaten fish to a pig and sheep waiting to be slaughtered in a blink of an eye, and he didn't even have the process of adapting.

Holding his thigh, Ling Jiang said in a muffled voice, "I have learned it, and I want to try."

Yin Chenglan: "..."

Yin Chenglan sincerely advised: "Learn a few more postures."

Ling Jiang looked at him coldly.

Yin Chenglan became more and more sincere.

Ling Jiang uttered an oh, his waist softened, and he leaned back on him again: "That's good."

Yin Chenglan: "..."

If you don't accept the catastrophe, there must be blessings in the future.

Three days later, they set off for the imperial capital. When they left the Valley of Miraculous Doctors, Yan Chu came out to see them off. When they saw Lingjiang, they called out, "Little Phoenix."

Ling Jiang was startled.

Taking advantage of Yin Chenglan's getting into the carriage, Yan Chu called Ling Jiang aside: "I can already recognize the characters on the stone slips, and I want to confirm something with you."

Ling Jiang saw the curtain of the carriage door shaking ten steps away, and he said expressionlessly, "What."

Yan Chu lowered his voice and asked, "Besides calling you that, what else does Pan Qi like to do to you?"

There was a certain chill in Lingjiang's eyebrows, he stared at Yan Chu, his eyes rolled down Yan Chu's neck coldly like the blade of a knife shining with cold light.

Yan Chu said indifferently: "Even if you don't tell me, it will be written on the stone slips, but Yin Chenglan doesn't know if I can translate them all."

Ling Jiang's hand hanging by his side clenched violently, pale veins stretched out on the back of his hand, he trembled all over, tried his best to resist the urge to do it, and said indifferently: "He doesn't like to call me that. The only time was when When he was dying."

"He never talks to me, always turns a blind eye to me, never lets me approach him, what do you think he will do to me, what do you want to know?" Lingjiang asked sharply.

Yan Chu was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect this to happen, he thought that Pan Qi, like Yin Chenglan, treated him like his life and treated him like this.

Yan Chu thought for a moment, then said softly: "It is recorded on the stone slips that Pan Qi put two things on your body."