Chapter 107 anger

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date="2021-09-07"

title="Chapter 107 anger"

weight="135246"

series = ["Stigma (Yi Cong Yin)"]

mode = "manual"

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The bed curtain fell layer by layer, and the candle shadow shook slightly.

Year old Yan grabbed the curtain overhead with his back hand, and his slender fingers grabbed the curtain with wrinkles.

Duan mingchong said, "I'm very light."

After taking a few breaths, Yan suddenly sobbed and scolded with a cry: "Hu, nonsense... You... You're too bad. I don't want to believe you... Your highness!"

Duan mingchong didn't make a sound.

After gasping for a while, Yan said in a hoarse voice, "no, no next time. It's really no next time. Wait for me! I did what I said... Ah! "

Duan mingchong said helplessly, "ah Yan, you mean there's no next time. Do you want me to think this is the last time, and then be more cruel to you?"

Yan Yan's tears were whirling and his pupils were divergent. He tried to resist the numbness all over. After a reaction, he looked at Duan mingchong in horror and said in a trembling voice: "I, I didn't..."

Duan mingchong got up and kissed him on the middle of his eyebrows. He said softly, "then don't say any more."

Yan's legs trembled and said in a trembling voice, "can't you say or talk?"

Duan mingchong said, "no, I'll take it seriously."

Yan couldn't move his hands. He could only turn his head and bite a strand of his hair. He sobbed and didn't dare to say any more.

I don't know how long it took, there was no movement in the account.

A long time later, Yan Yan said hoarsely, "untie it for me!"

Duan mingchong pulled away the long sweaty hair on the side of Yan's face and untied the hair tied on his wrist.

As soon as Yan was free, he immediately threw the tormenting hair belt under the couch, his eyes turned red and said, "I won't use this kind of decorative hair belt in the future."

Duan mingchong said helplessly, "isn't it what you want to use?"

Yan Yan's eyes were full of water waves. When he heard the speech, he glared at him and whispered, "I... I don't have a heavy hand when I'm distracted. I'm afraid I'll scratch you..."

The wound on mingchong's arm just healed at the front of the year. It didn't take long. Yan felt distressed before he saw it. Last time he nearly scratched the wound in the hot spring. He didn't dare to splash this time.

It's cheap. Duan mingchong does whatever he wants.

Yan Fang endured at the age of 18, but instinctively struggled in the depths of his feelings, and there were red marks on his wrist.

Duan mingchong grabbed his wrist and said painfully, "does it hurt?"

Yan bowed his head, rubbed his hands, shook his head and whispered, "my brother will scold me again tomorrow."

Duan mingchong leaned over and kissed the corner of his eye and said, "wait, I'll let someone prepare hot water."

At the age of 18, Yan nodded.

He was so tired that he curled up and fell asleep after lying down for a while. He didn't even wake up when Duan mingchong cleaned him.

The next day, Duan mingchong was afraid that Sui Yan would wake up by himself. He would be angry and work hard. He patiently hugged him until the sun rose, and Sui Yan woke up naturally.

Yan Yu's eyelashes trembled slightly, instinctively rubbed in Duanming chonghuai, and said vaguely, "when is it?"

Duan mingchong said, "it's already three quarters."

Year old Yan "Oh", then subconsciously rubbed and said, "I don't want to go. Go and tell my brother that I'll go back tomorrow."

His Highness the crown prince is very principled. He said he would go back today. He sat up and held Sui Yan on his shoulder. He coaxed him softly: "don't be so childish. The wedding time will be the day after tomorrow. I will pick you up soon."

In fact, Duan mingchong knew that if he promised Yan to send him away tomorrow, he might have to postpone tomorrow.

Tomorrow after tomorrow, I'm afraid I can't go anymore.

Year old Yan nodded listlessly, his forehead at the end of mingchong's neck and rubbed it dependently for a while before he planned to get up.

But he moved and his waist felt as if he had been beaten. It was very painful.

Year old Yan held his body and took a few breaths before gritting his teeth and staring at Duan mingchong.

Duan mingchong then determined that every time Yan woke up early the next morning, he lost his temper and had nothing to do with whether he had enough sleep or not.

Yan, who had suffered a great crime and was going back to his house, didn't give Duan mingchong a good look at it at all. Seeing that the people loaded his things into the carriage, he gave Duan mingchong a cold look, turned around and stepped on the horse stool and got into the carriage.

After Duan mingchong finished his work, he also got on the carriage and sent him back.

Seeing him lift the curtain, Yan wanted to denounce him for not sending it, but when the words came to his mouth, he was not willing to say it, so he had to glance at him reluctantly and acquiesce that he came up.

Duan mingchong knocked on the car wall, and the carriage moved slowly.

Sui Yan ignored him. He folded his hands back and forth in his wide sleeves, lowered his head and wondered how to block the red marks on his wrists from being noticed by Sui Yu.

Duan mingchong watched him rub around. He was worried that he would rub the red mark on his wrist seriously. He sat over and said, "I have..."

Yan raised his eyes and said, "Your Highness."

Duan mingchong had to sit back and said helplessly: "... I have a string of Buddha beads. Do you want to wear them?"

He took out a long string of Buddha beads from his sleeve and said, "wrap them around for several times, you won't rub your wrist, but you can also block the... That trace, okay?"

At the age of 18, Yan still didn't believe in the Buddha. He instinctively frowned and looked at his wrist. Then he stretched out his index finger, hooked the Buddha bead and wrapped it around himself.

Yan kept silent. Duan mingchong pondered for a long time and felt that he still had to make it clear.

"Yan, I want to talk to you."

The Buddha beads are smooth. don't know what the ink beads are made of. They are warm when touched. They are not too cold to wear, but they are very beautiful.

Sui Yan solved the trouble of being scolded by Sui, and finally looked at Duan mingchong. His tone was not as fierce as before.

"What does your highness want to talk about?"

Duan mingchong hesitated and said, "every time you get up, you are so angry. I... can I ask, are you really angry?"

Year old Yan: "

Yan's hand fiddling with the beads trembled slightly. The two beads collided and made a slight "click".

Year old Yan looked at him incredulously, his lips trembled, and he didn't speak for a long time.

Duan mingchong saw that he was so angry that he was shaking his hands. Then he realized that every time Yan got up from bed, he was so angry and lied. He just felt that he had been taken advantage of and wanted to be hypocritical to make himself feel distressed. In fact, he was not very angry.

Now, after he asked this question without eyesight, Yan was really angry.

Duan mingchong hurriedly wanted to remedy: "ah Yan, I want to say..."

Yan Yan's eyes turned red and said coldly, "I know, you don't have to say anything."

Duan mingchong: "I..."

Yan said, "Your Highness."

His eyes were cold. For a moment, duanmingchong was surprised in place.

Yan nodded a little and was so alienated that Duan mingchong breathed.

"Your Highness, don't say more."

Duan mingchong had never seen him with such eyes. For a moment, he didn't know what to say.

They were speechless all the way and finally arrived at Hou's house.

After the carriage stopped, old Yan didn't even say a word and directly lifted the curtain and got out of the car.

Duan mingchong looked at his back in some confusion. He was worried all the way and thought of countless ways to explain to Yan, but he swallowed it back to his mouth.

At this time, seeing Yan's determination, he finally panicked. He was stunned in situ for a while before he suddenly opened the curtain and jumped down without stepping on the horse stool.

He walked up the steps a few steps and didn't see the old Yan. He grabbed the Begonia and asked, "where's your young master?"

Begonia blankly pointed to one side of the corridor: "there."

Duan mingchong didn't have time to say anything and quickly caught up.

He thought Yan Dang was so angry that he didn't want to see him, but as soon as he turned the corridor, he saw Yan standing under a plain plum tree with his sleeves folded, as if waiting for him.

Duan mingchong's hanging heart finally fell. He took a deep breath and walked over quickly.

At the sound of footsteps, Yan turned slightly and saw Duan mingchong who was at a loss.

Duan Ming chongna said, "ah Yan, listen to me..."

Instead of listening, Yan opened his mouth and interrupted him: "Your Highness."

Duan mingchong looked up at him in a panic.

Yan said, "Your Highness, do you know if I'm really angry or want to be spoiled with you?"

Duan mingchong was stunned and didn't respond to the meaning of this sentence for a moment.

Seeing him like this, Yan sighed in his heart.

He stepped forward, stretched out his hand and hugged Duan mingchong. He leaned against his chest and whispered, "why is it so difficult to adjust feelings with you?"

Duan mingchong was stunned for a moment. Then he raised his hand and held Yan's warm body tightly. The stone in his heart finally fell to the ground.

Yan said, "if I'm really angry, I won't even talk to you. What are you thinking all day?"

Duan mingchong put his forehead on Yan FA's head and whispered, "I... I'm afraid I'm not good enough. You'll leave me one day. I always had such a dream before. You're determined to leave me."

Xu was a child, or Duan Ming Chongtai cared too much about Sui Yan, which made him always worry about gain and loss.

Rao is holding people firmly in the palm of his hand, and there is still a fear of separation at the bottom of his heart.

Yan suddenly felt distressed. He hugged Duan mingchong's waist and said, "as long as you don't take the initiative to push me away, I won't go."

Duan mingchong said, "I still feel uneasy..."

Year old Yan wanted to comfort him a few more words. Suddenly, a string of coughs came from one side, which startled him.

Year old Yan turned and looked. He saw year old Yu and Jun Jingxing standing in the corridor not far away. don't know how long they have been here.

Year old Yan: "

Duan mingchong: "

Xu Shi felt that the two people hurt their eyes in public. He slightly hung his head to see the hilt around his waist, as if he were studying the lines; Jun Jingxing looked up at the sky, his eyes were empty, as if he were studying why his eyes were burned by the strong sun and nearly blinded.

At the age of 18, Yan slowly released his hand and said, "brother, I'm back."

For a moment, he didn't know whether to be embarrassed or angry. Xu thought of what Jiangning had said before. He endured and endured it for a long time before he said, "just go back and come back... Have breakfast?"

It's past noon.

"Eat," Yan said honestly

Except for Sui Yan, almost no one can make Duan mingchong change color. He straightened his sleeves and soon recovered to the usual calm, nodding slightly: "general Sui."

The old man had a vegetable face and saluted with a fist: "I've seen your Highness the prince."

Duan mingchong said, "don't be polite. Gu just came to send ah Yan back and left soon."

Sui Pei said in his heart, if you want to go, go quickly. Put your hand on my brother's waist all the time. In broad daylight, you don't know how to be ashamed!

He didn't want to let himself be too bad. After a few hasty instructions, he continued to go to the front yard.

Although Duan mingchong said that he would leave soon, he was tired of staying in the side yard with Sui Yan for a long time, and didn't leave until the sun set.

It was not until Duan mingchong left that Jun Jingxing went to the pianyuan.

Yan was leaning on the soft couch, casually pulling the Buddha beads in his hand, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Jun Jingxing stood by his side and said what he found out one by one. He looked at his wrist and said, "how to do it?"

When Jun Jingxing was just talking, Yan had been dialing the Buddha beads until he asked, and his bony fingers gave him a light meal. The Buddha beads bumped and finally stopped.

Year old Yan looked at the candied fruit box on the side of the small case in a daze. It was a small lattice box made by Li Zhao three or four years ago because he was worried that his medicine was too bitter. It could put several kinds of candied fruit or sweets without stinking.

Yan had been in use for four years. Rao's four corners were badly worn and had not been changed.

Jun Jingxing looked at him as if he was a little different. He tried and whispered, "Lord Hou?"

Yan gently closed his glazed eyes and murmured in a low voice, "how to do..."