Chapter 71

——While our heads are hot, we will desperately jump into the abyss of the abyss, worrying about heaven and hell.

The storm finally passed, and the sun was shining brightly, and even the sanatorium, where the sun was not usually seen, was leaking a piece of sky.

Qin Zhan handed over a glass of water, looked at Han Jing, who was refreshed, and asked, "Why are you so happy today? What happened?"

Han Jing squinted and smiled, like a full cat, "My idol is about to be resurrected, and there is only one person left. It's almost over, I'm very happy."

"Then congratulations, it's a pleasure to kill so many people." Qin Zhan nodded and put his hands on his knees, as if he was unaware of saying such shocking words to himself.

Han Jing was not surprised either, and took a sip from the water cup as if nothing had happened.

Qin Zhan stared at his water-wetted lips, pale to blue, with an indescribable sense of death.

He watched Han Jing move his pale lips, and said lightly, "Can you kiss?"

Qin Zhan was stunned for a while, and asked repeatedly, "What did you say?"

Han Jing put down his legs on his knees, stood up and started to unbutton his shirt. He walked in towards Qin Zhan, and every time he took a step, he dropped a piece of clothing, and when he walked to Qin Zhan, he had nothing left.

The dazzling sunlight suddenly penetrated into his body, making people suspect that he would be disemboweled at some point.

Qin Zhan also stood up as if he was bewitched. When he reached out his hand to touch him as if he was confused, he suddenly retracted his hand as if he had been set on fire.

However, Han Jing immediately grabbed his hand, put it on his face and rubbed it meekly, and led him down a little bit, "Don't you want to? I've been pestering me for so long, isn't it for this?"

Qin Zhan was instantly enraged by his words, and the fingers on his neck tightened sharply, as if Han Jing had tarnished his beliefs.

Han Jing smiled, grabbed his collar and kissed him off guard.

As expected, Qin Zhan failed to escape under his offensive. He was so fascinated that he was dragged into the lair by the goblin with bare fangs. Even if he was swallowed alive, he still had no regrets.

He didn't remember how it started, but he remembered how they fell into each other. Han Jing was the softest drawing paper in the world. Under the warm sunlight, it was dotted into a swaying splendid splendor.

Red, white, blue, purple.

Laughing, tearful, broken, whole.

The wind passes through the hall, slips through the fingers, and all things grow.

"A-Jing... the last person you want to kill is yourself, right?"

"A-Jing, don't be so cruel, what do you want me to do?"

"Don't worry, I will help you, you have a good sleep, and when you wake up in the morning, everything is really over."

"A-Jing, you're not actually a lunatic, I am."

...

"Crack-"

"Congratulations to you two, it's done!"

As soon as the board slammed, the story of the two lunatics disappeared like a mirror.

Feng Zhiting's deep affection was like Qin Zhan's sacrifice, which made him unable to calm down for a moment, but the inferiority and weakness that had nowhere to hide made him want to run away immediately.

How can someone not yearn for someone who is as warm as the sun.

Feng Zhiting bent his legs to cover Kong Chensheng's exposed body, and turned around to signal to those present to close the camera and go out.

He himself also lay on Kong Chensheng's body and slowed down for a while before suppressing all kinds of strangeness. After all, he and Kong Chensheng were just a little bit of dry wood and raging fire.

Since they met again and because of this ridiculous support, they have been in Plato all the time.

After confirming that nothing embarrassing would happen, he raised his body and pulled the blanket over the person under him, then got up and hurriedly put on his pants.

He sat on the bed with his back to Kong Chensheng and put on his coat, bowed his head and fastened the buttons. He buttoned a few wrong buttons in a trance and then reluctantly untied them again. He sighed: "I didn't mean to, don't cry, I I won't do anything to you...it's just filming."

Kong Chensheng, who didn't understand what Feng Zhiting was misunderstanding, choked: "I'm the only one, it's not because of this..."

Before he could finish his words, there was a commotion outside the house, and Feng Zhiting wanted to ask again, when he heard the voice of Fu Wenyuan talking to others outside his ears: "Why isn't it over yet? The artillery can't stop for a long time? But I don't read online that the reason why Feng Zhiting has no scandals is because he has a problem?"

Ye Rong was surprised: "Really?"

Fu Wenyuan talked eloquently: "He won't tell me if there is a hidden illness, and even if there is no problem with him, there must be a problem with his brain."

Ye Rong wondered: "Feng Yingdi is a famous university bully in the circle?"

Fu Wenyuan sneered and casually brought out the embarrassment when he was wearing open-crotch pants.

And the two people in the house who were still in a tragic parting just now said: "..."

[The author has something to say: When our minds are hot, we will desperately jump into the abyss of the abyss and care about heaven and hell. ——Baudelaire, "The Flower of Evil"]