Chapter 55

It should just be that his comrade-in-arms is drunk, he needs to carry him back, what is there to be angry about?

Huai Yan was a little uncontrollable, he repeatedly told himself not to think about it, but the attachment of the man leaning on Lu Jingyun's head looked like a low kiss...

Since he came to Jinyang, he has time to drink with others, but can't he take time to see himself?

Huai Yan thought of the garden that Miss Chu planted in front of Lu Jingyun's house, and felt even more stuck in his throat. He walked to the window and turned on the gramophone, and babbled and sang, "Laugh at auspicious days, why are you throwing your tears away?" This was the play that he often listened to when he read the newspapers in Yanyun, Huai Yan raised his eyes to see The autumn moon outside the window hung there, unchanged and calm, and the rolling clouds were like rolling waves, covering its halo. The surrounding city walls are lonely and desolate, the leaves of the weeping willows under the walls have fallen off a lot, rolling on the mottled blue bricks, making a rustling sound, Huai Yan suddenly envied everything outside the house, and with the gust of wind, For a while, what could be bothering you? It's enough to just enjoy the night.

But what about in the world? There are thousands of love threads, and there will be sorrows...

He forgot that he still had wind and cold on his body, and stood at the air vent for a long time, suddenly felt a tickling in his throat, leaned over and coughed violently, and there was a bit of fishiness on his tongue. Huai Yan drank some water and put the honeysuckle pill in his mouth. He finally settled down and picked up the script to read, when he heard someone knocking on the door softly.

The inn in the ancient city is still decorated in the old days, and naturally does not have cat eyes, but Huai Yan recognized the man from the tall figure reflected on the carved door. He continued his previous attitude and ignored it, just walked back to the table. Reading under the candle light, the window that had just been covered was broken open in less than two clicks. Lu Jingyun jumped in and placed the tool for committing the crime on the window sill.

"Go out." Huai Yan kept his eyes on the paper, and only perked up his ears to sense the person's every move. He could feel that as soon as he said these words, Lu Jingyun's footsteps froze there, and he didn't move forward any further.

Huai Yan gambled and turned his face away to show his indifference to see off guests, but he was a little nervous in his heart, he was afraid that he would really leave.

"Why is Mian'er angry?" Lu Jingyun coaxed him softly without leaving, "I did come to Jindi for a long time...but I just got out of the army today..."

Really avoid the heavy and light. Huai Yan never showed any blame or complaining because of his busy work. How could he not understand the responsibility on his shoulders... The more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became. The lotus-colored curtain isolates Lu Jingyun from the outside.

He forgot to hold the candle to the head of the bed, the tent was pitch black, and he touched the quilt to cover him. Someone quickly got in and pressed his shoulder. The aroma of Fenjiu made people dazed for a while, and the hot fingers softened again. Huai Yan couldn't struggle with his limbs and flesh, his lips were tightly blocked again, and the powerful tongue was entangled in it. For a time, the clouds and rain turned upside down, and the resentment and jealousy in my heart just now, I didn't know it was thrown away. Where did it go... It wasn't until the thin sweat was steaming and the panting was slightly that Huai Yan woke up, he pushed him away some distance, covered his lips and said, "I caught the cold a few days ago... I'm afraid it will give you... …”

"Let's pass it to me, Mian'er will be fine..." Lu Jingyun held his hands even tighter, his legs clamped his knees, and his stomach pressed against his waist, feeling that he was struggling and twisting unintentionally, as if he was trying to refuse to pay back. Ying, after reciting him these days, his emotions are burning at the moment, and it is really hard to control himself.

"What nonsense!" Feeling that the man started to kiss his neck eagerly, Huai Yan tilted his head to dodge, "Don't do it here... I covered it up for a long time last time... It's inconvenient to be on the set."

"Really?" Lu Jingyun gasped and let him go, raised his eyebrows with a little self-satisfaction, Huai Yan sat up and lifted the curtain up a gap, the beating light of the red candle was falling on him as he expected, When Lu Jingyun saw that two or three red plum petals had already fallen on his neck, like a hickey, he couldn't help feeling that his skin was sensitive and delicate, and at the same time he was somewhat possessive and contented. Huai Yan was looked at by him for a long time, but he felt a little embarrassed. He asked, "Did I get a lot of tan?"

"You look good no matter what." Lu Jingyun went to unbutton the thread between his collar, looked at the color thread that was exposed and smiled, "It seemed that the foundation was trained in the military camp at that time, and the lines are still well maintained now. it is good."

"Don't ask for credit, that's what I learned when I was carrying the work at the dock." Huai Yan pulled the quilt to separate himself from him, "I just found out now that Chief Lu is a scheming, I don't ask questions. That never happened."

"Do you still remember?" Lu Jingyun was a little surprised, Huai Yan didn't know what the silver wolf said to him, why would he care so much? Like his own hostility towards Liang Wenmo, when he first went to a banquet at Delixuan, he didn't have a good impression of this writer.

"He's Silver Wolf... You probably didn't recognize him." Lu Jingyun said, "I came to Jin to fight bandits, and now the operation is coming to an end... I just said goodbye to him, and I think I won't meet again after I come. "

Huai Yan didn't expect it to be him. Hearing the name, he naturally remembered those blazing eyes, "He is a bandit, you are an official... If you can get along like this, do you think there is still some friendship?"

Lu Jingyun lay sideways on the porcelain pillow, held Huai Yan in front of his chest, and told him about his acquaintance with Yinlang, and about their unified stand against the enemy. Huai Yan heard that they lived and died together and saved each other, Although he is no longer angry, his heart is also full of sourness, "It would be great if I were here at that time, so that when you recall this past event, you will think of me."

"Mian'er is so stupid, it's good for you to be safe... I don't want you to do this." Lu Jingyun scratched the tip of his nose.

"I want to be with you..." Huai Yan leaned against the position of his heart, feeling the firm beat there, "It would be best if I could help you."

Lu Jingyun suddenly fell silent, he remembered the original intention of the person in his arms to enter the military academy behind his back, and it had something to do with this sentence. A hot and sour emotion rushed into his throat, and he couldn't say anything, just hug him. It's even tighter... At this moment, Huai Yan thought about the garden again, and complained softly, "Yuan Zhao is so talented, I'm really worried. There is Miss Chu in the army, and there is a silver wolf in the mountains... "

"You know Chu Yun?" Lu Jingyun was quite surprised, Huai Yan told him what he saw the day he came to the villa, Lu Jingyun didn't say anything, just smiled: "You have thousands of fans, do I want to Eat vinegar again? If you don't like it, I'll make it clear to her when I go back."

"A movie fan is a movie fan...that's different." Huai Yan has always kept work and life separate, "I believe my movie fans will not do anything out of the ordinary."

After saying this, he suddenly thought of Liang Wenzhe, his heart sank, and then thought of Liang Wenmo, and simply planned to make Liang Wenmo clear.

"I want to explain something to you tonight." Huai Yan rolled over and got out of bed, dug out a few envelopes from the suitcase and handed them to Lu Jingyun, "Liang Wenmo was collecting wind in the south of the Yangtze River... We have passed several letters, and they are all here. Now, you can see, it's all about local culture, travel knowledge, or ideas for story creation... There's no such talk."

Lu Jingyun didn't take it apart, he put the letter on the table, "Since you and I have understood what I mean, if I'm really worried about this, I'll look like a small tool... It's just... Mian'er didn't write it to me. letter……"

Seeing that he was lost, the light in Huai Yan's eyes seemed to dim, and he felt ashamed and guilty, and hurriedly said: "If I wasn't afraid of causing trouble, I would have wanted to write to you every day... But there is always a solution for Acacia. way, you see."

He dug out a thick sketchbook with a password from the box, opened it and handed it to Lu Jingyun. Lu Jingyun turned two pages and looked down, the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously, from the army camp, Yanxi The distant mountains, the city walls at the sunset, the old houses in the hutongs... all of them are the appearance of the two of them, Lu Jingyun sighed, he remembered the painting that was destroyed many years ago, his eyes were unconsciously wet , People who are born in love are always nostalgic.

Lu Jingyun then turned back and saw Haizi behind his villa, a small boat was hastily outlined by the reeds, and the sky was decorated with a few stars, which was beautiful and peaceful. He couldn't help feeling impulsive, and one leaned over and pressed Huai Yan to the couch, the curtain fell off and covered them completely. In the dark purple light, the carcass was actually white and attractive. He bit the dogwood on the man's right side, and Huai Yan He couldn't help it, his voice like Qingquan in the past was a little hoarse, and he gasped, like a cat in a spring night.

"What do you want to draw on this page?" Lu Jingyun Youyan asked on his chest.

"...I don't draw anything, I just like that piece of Haizi... The boss is over-hearted." Huai Yan didn't admit it.

"Since I can't remember it, I'll help you remember it." Lu Jingyun raised his long legs and pinned it behind his waist, "Give me this book, it will look better if you fill it with air-conditioned color ink... um... ..." As he spoke, his hands and body kept moving, "Mian'er...you are...so hot today."

"The wind chill isn't over yet... My head is burning and dizzy." Although Huai Yan was tired, he let him go. He was secretly surprised that he had such a desire even when he was sick, "The book is full of sketches. The drawing is rough, if Yuan Zhao wants to color, the lines may have to be redrawn..."

"How can I find it troublesome to draw the handwriting you've drawn?" The man rhythmically moved, his thin lips tightly blocking his breath, the aroma of Yunnan Baizhu was suffusing in the incense burner. Everyone is drunk.

Hoo, ho!