After setting off the fireworks and having supper, Shen Qingxuan returned to his courtyard. Yimo was in the house, standing by the window, looking up at the fireworks that kept rising and falling in the night. Shen Qingxuan also went over to watch with him, until the fireworks from far and near dissipated, and the smell of gunpowder flowed in the air.

This New Year's Eve, finally quiet down.

Shen Qingxuan rubbed his forehead and said, "I drank too much tonight, how about we go to the hot spring?"

Yimo turned his head, "The alcohol has not dissipated, and soaking in the hot spring will only make you more drunk."

"Get drunk when you're drunk," Shen Qingxuan said, "but please get drunk."

Yimo didn't say anything anymore, picked up the man by the waist, wrapped it in his arms, and the two went to the hot spring. Shen Qingxuan could only hear the wind whistling in his ears along the way, because at night, he couldn't see the rest of the things clearly. He thought that it would be meaningless to fly through the clouds and fog, so it would be better to walk slowly and enjoy the scenery.

The hot spring arrived in the blink of an eye. When soaking in the water, Shen Qingxuan felt dizzy, blushing and heartbeat, and his breath was disordered. Sure enough, he drank the wine and made the hot water agitate, and he was really drunk.

Lying on the warm rock, Shen Qingxuan tried his best to stay awake, and said in a low voice, "Yimo, come hold me. I'm almost out of breath."

Seeing this, Yimo stretched out his arms and took the person into his arms, the skin was against the skin, the texture was branded with the texture, and the cold body was ironed on the hot body, and both of them sighed in unison. That comfort, non-verbal description.

Shen Qingxuan only felt that his fiery body was extremely comfortable at this time, the burning feeling in his heart disappeared in an instant along with the collision of the texture, he couldn't help leaning on his shoulder, and muttered: "When summer comes, I will be there every day. I don't know how comfortable it is to stick to you like this; in winter, you stick to me, and I hold you, do you think it's okay?"

Yimo said: "The idea is not bad, but you dare to do this in front of people?"

Shen Qingxuan was really drunk, and he said without thinking: "Nothing, if someone comes, you will take the shape of a snake and hide in my clothes."

Yimo didn't think much about it, and said, "Why don't I turn into a snake now."

Shen Qingxuan laughed and said yes.

Maybe they all drank too much. Yimo got his response and really transformed into a snake, and instantly turned into a cold-blooded animal covered with tiny scales. Under the moonlight, his scales shone brightly. The thick and long snake body clings to Shen Qing as if it were on a pillar. Xuan's body, the triangular snake head stood up in the air, and spit out the scarlet snake letter.

Shen Qingxuan's drunken eyes were hazy and he stared at him blankly. The closer the snake head got closer, he didn't know how to hide.

After he finished speaking, he wrapped his arms around the body of the snake, and his crooked head fell completely, laying on top of him, almost falling asleep.

Seeing this, Yimo had to change into a human form again, holding the person in his arms with one hand and twisting his waist with the other, warning: "Don't sleep!"

Shen Qingxuan closed his eyes and hummed in defense, "I didn't sleep, it was just too comfortable."

"There are more comfortable things," said Imo.

Shen Qingxuan reluctantly raised his head, squinted at him for a while, and suddenly smiled, "I remember." He hugged him tightly again, leaned forward and bit his lips, biting the tip of his tongue that smelled of wine. He slipped in and found Yimo's tongue lingering endlessly.

Yimo stroked his back, rubbed his palms along his waist, and gradually slid down the bones of his tail vertebrae, his fingers twitched there. Shen Qingxuan groaned, and the kiss became even more eager. In addition to the buoyancy in the water, his waist swayed in the water, holding his fingers tightly. After a while, Shen Qingxuan couldn't take it anymore, he parted his lips and leaned on his shoulder, while panting, he made a request, "Come in...Come in, I miss you."

Yimo split his legs and pushed himself in through the small hole that had been washed away by the hot water.

Leaning against the rock, Shen Qingxuan felt a little pain on his back, and a little tingling on his body because of the fat-free moisturizing ointment. These pains combined but inexplicably satisfied him. The stronger it is, the more comfortable it is. It is painful, the pain is because he is greedy, the pain is because he is bad, the pain is life and death!

Grabbing the long hair scattered on Yimo's back, Shen Qingxuan said in a low voice, "Go deeper...and go deeper...um..." Seemingly able to understand his thoughts, Yimo made a comparison Ruthless, completely withdraw, and then push in deeply, as if to pin him, the entrance without the moisturizing grease is not greasy, but it is astringent because of the hot spring water. The more Shen Qingxuan was in pain, the tighter he bit him, and his body shrank fiercely, no matter whether he came in or went out, he never relaxed. The obvious abnormal situation made Yimo feel uncomfortable, but it wasn't that uncomfortable. But I can't say where I am uncomfortable. But he knew that this discomfort was brought to him by the person in his arms, and it became more and more ruthless. Every time he entered fiercely, Shen Qingxuan would groan, and the voice surrounded his ears. Obviously, the pain was greater than the pain. Happy, but kept making him go deeper and faster.

They are forcing each other without knowing it, making each other more uncomfortable.

Finally stopped, Shen Qingxuan after so much tossing, the wine also woke up most of the time, opened his eyes and looked at him, the two of them were relatively speechless.

It seems that there are thousands of words, but they turn back and forth a thousand times. In the end, those tossing thoughts and uncoordinated words all hit a dead end—not a happy ending.

It is such a feeling of knowing hopelessness but unable to stop hope. Shen Qingxuan only felt bitterness at the base of his tongue.

Finally burying himself in that familiar embrace, Shen Qingxuan murmured, but the same sentence: "If there is an afterlife, don't look for me. I don't recognize you, never!" The last two words were clearly gnashing of teeth. oath.

Yimo hugged him, thinking clearly, of course I won't go looking for you. But he couldn't help it, and a sigh came out of nowhere.

Back in the room, Shen Qingxuan was lying on the bed, candles were lit on the candlestick by the bedside, and the curtain was completely translucent. He took the grease from the dark cabinet, split his legs, and smeared it on under Yimo's gaze. , that place was already a little red and swollen, and after applying the grease, it glowed with a layer of luster, and the bright color was particularly eye-catching. He also deliberately retracted, so that the **** that looked in Yimo's line of sight was tightly closed, It slowly blooms again.

Although he drank alcohol, this fact was too lewd. He was forced by Yimo last time, but this time he did it willingly. Moreover, this time it was even worse than last time. Shen Qingxuan planned to pretend to be drunk. But in the end, he couldn't cover his face even by borrowing wine, his face was flushed, his wet long hair was scattered on the bed, and there was a glamorous aura under the orange candlelight.

Yimo watched, but did not move.

Shen Qingxuan felt embarrassed by what he saw. He couldn't help but propped himself up on his elbows, pulled his sleeve, and whispered, "Don't you want it?"

The person who ignited the fire was immediately pressed under him, and without any extra words, he inserted it vigorously. It was enough to open up before, and now there is grease moisturizing outside, Shen Qingxuan hardly felt any pain, only the joy of being filled, he couldn't help hugging Yimo tightly, calling it very indulgent.

In addition to teasing him on the bed, Yimo hardly made any sound. Tonight, he felt a little unable to contain the pleasure of being twisted by his roots. He let out a low breath. , groaned repeatedly, holding him, not knowing whether to make him lighter or heavier.

"...Are you comfortable?" Yimo asked in a low voice, but he couldn't help lowering his head and biting and sucking on the white neck that was swaying in front of him, creating a large area of ​​cyan and red marks, and the water was shining.

"Well...comfortable...but, it needs to be deeper..." Shen Qingxuan answered honestly.

Yimo raised his legs and put them on his shoulders, and then leaned down, Shen Qingxuan's knees touched his chest, and his waist was almost folded in half. This posture made his hips high, and Yimo swooped down fiercely. Going down, the pounding was extremely deep, Shen Qingxuan screamed "Ah", tears rolled down the corners of his red eyes instantly, Yimo lifted his waist and sank again, "Is it deep enough?"

"Enough...enough..." Shen Qingxuan grabbed his shoulder and shook his head while crying. It was so deep that it almost made him feel like he was being pierced, but the intestinal wall was madly locked inside his body. Binding, as if he was not satisfied, and as if he wanted to bind the thing tightly, so that he had nowhere to escape.

Yimo only felt a ** sweet pleasure coming from the tightly bound part, the radiating vibration spread to the limbs, even the brain was infected and became dull, only knew how to bury himself, a little deeper, Go deeper. In the turbulent joy, there is a quietness looming. Every time he goes deeper, the quietness becomes stronger. He keeps burying his roots deeply, and sometimes even stagnates motionless in the softness and dampness, as if in his mind. Seeing his appearance in that dark and hidden place, a dark and warm place, tightly wrapping his roots, like the roots of a forest tree deep in the rich soil, like a wanderer returning home.

The fast taste is like a disaster, almost extinct.

Shen Qingxuan, who caused this fire, finally burned him and Yimo with great joy.

Until dawn, the two of them cuddled together and fell asleep.

He was swept up by the waves until the clouds cleared and the rain stopped. He was ecstatic, but no one knew that Mr. Shen stayed awake all night.

Master Shen is a man of knowledge. Although he has never experienced masculinity, he has heard of it. At the time, he only thought it was absurd and didn't take it seriously. Now his son is on good terms with a man, but that person is not a "human". The whole night was chaotic, and he hesitated, not knowing how to end this matter.

Until it was slightly dawn, there was the rustling of the servants cleaning the courtyard outside the window. Master Shen rolled over on the bed, lay down for a while, and got up and sat up. Someone called the old butler.

The old housekeeper's letter came in a hurry, and he also made a lot of guesses along the way, but unexpectedly, the master never said anything, only asked him about the recent personnel affairs of the eldest young master, and asked the details of Yimolai Mansion. Although the housekeeper was surprised, he felt it was reasonable. After all, he was in charge of all the servants in the mansion. It was a little weird, and he was always the first to know.

Facing the master who served for decades, the old butler never concealed it. He said one by one, starting from the battle between Xu Mingshi and Yimo that night, the "old monster" that Xu Mingshi kept talking about, the sudden change of the eldest master after taking his concubine. Huishan, the second appearance of Yimo, the strangely sound sleep of the maids in the eldest master's courtyard, and the sudden appearance of a baby, all of which were described in detail, without adding fuel to the fire or confusing right and wrong.

After listening, Master Shen said nothing, looking at the teapot on the table in a trance.

The old housekeeper coughed and said in a low voice, "Master, Xu Mingshi is said to be a Taoist. Why don't you wait for him to come back and ask in detail."

Master Shen returned to his senses, thought for a while, and nodded.

The old butler said again: "Then...".

"You go off first, Xu Mingshi is back, you bring him to see me."

"Yes." The old butler responded and stepped back respectfully.

Father Shen thought of Shen Qingxuan's voice. Back then, he had hired so many doctors, and there were many people with world-renowned medical skills who had come to see him, but they all said that they were unable to return to heaven. There was no other reason for his voice. When rescued from the ice cave, the eight-year-old's mouth was full of blood, not the spleen damage, but the place where the voice came out, broken. Every time think of this, Father Shen is heartbroken, how much perseverance, how much fear and fear, will he keep shouting, keep shouting, hoarse, until he can no longer shout.

Reaching out to cover his eyelids, Master Shen stabilized his emotions and finally sighed. Since Yimo had healed his throat well, it was no problem to try to heal his legs. Based on this, not to mention that he can't take that person, even if there is a way to deal with him, he can't do it. The family style of the Shen family has always been the kindness of dripping water, which is reciprocated by springs. It is also the most famous and prestigious family trusted by the common people in this city. Even the tenant farmers have never been harsh, how can they repay their kindness and revenge? It's just that this kind of kindness is the most appropriate way to return it. Master Shen couldn't think about it for a while.

You can only wait, wait for Xu Mingshi to come back, wait for things to be sorted out, and then make calculations.

Xu Ming returned to the Shen residence on the fifth day of the first lunar month, and as soon as he stepped over the threshold, he was called by the housekeeper and brought to Master Shen's study. In this way, the two people who had almost only met face to face were locked in the study and talked for an afternoon. No one knew what Master Shen was talking about with him, not even the housekeeper who was guarding the door. It was only at dinner time that Xu Mingshi came out, looking gloomy and unhappy, other than that he didn't show any emotion. On the other hand, Master Shen sat in the room for a long time, not allowing anyone to disturb him. He just sat and closed his eyes and meditated.

Shen Qingxuan didn't know about this, he was busy with various affairs, and after the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, he was busy again. Officially taking over the affairs of the Shen family, money and land, shop goods, checking various accounts, monthly profit and loss, the tenant's collection and lease, and even the rainy weather in other places, all of them have to be troubled. When get busy, don't even have time to drink a cup of tea.

Fortunately, it was only the first few months that was busy. After three months, Shen Qingxuan finally sorted everything out and had enough leisure time.

Said to be leisurely, but Shen Qingxuan also knew that he was no longer the one in the mountains who sat waiting for the sunrise and watching the sunset. He wants to get up early in the morning, regardless of the weather, to greet his parents. If anything happens, you can leave. If nothing else, let's have breakfast together. After coming back, when I have free time, I hold Xiaobao and hang out in the courtyard. After lunch, I usually go to the shop in the afternoon, or the housekeeper brings someone to talk to him, usually about the slightest dispute over the goods, or the renewal or termination of the shop's contract. When he came back early, Shang Ke was stubborn with the little guy who was getting more and more energetic for a while. When he came back late, the little wolf cub was already asleep, and he ignored him at all, and slept very sweetly.

Yimo sometimes comes and sometimes doesn't, and when he comes, he hugs each other and is affectionate, as if he had never parted.

It doesn't matter if he doesn't come, he still lives on his own footsteps, as if Yimo had never left, but had always been by his side.

In the blink of an eye, in the summer, Shen Qingxuan changed into a single coat, covered with a blue gauze robe, and when Yimo came this day, he hugged him warmly and did not let go.

The air was sultry and humid, Xiaobao was sleeping hot and turned over. Shen Qingxuan only breathed a sigh of relief when he hugged Yimo. With such a body, he should be hugged like this in summer to enjoy the coolness. In winter, he would cover him, even if It cools as soon as you let go, but after sticking together for a long time, your body will gradually warm up.

I just want to be like this, no matter how hot or cold, can hold it, and can hold it in arms. No matter it is the comfort of enjoying the cool, or the cold winter makes it worse, don't want to let go.

That's the kind of mood to have regardless of everything.

Don't expect the next life, this life is enough.