Not only did he not have any guard, but he stood up in the man's arms.

He was originally reading in Shi Wuluo's arms, and now one hand is still intertwined with Shi Wuluo's fingers. When he got up, the focus of the other hand naturally fell on the man's lap.

Originally just slightly disordered breathing, suddenly became rapid.

The wind lamp flickered, and the light and shadow flickered.

The interlocking fingers were pressed and sank deep into the pillow.

The handsome young man was pushed into the soft quilt, and the man with silver-gray eyes was half-kneeling on top of him - no matter how easy he was to bully, he was also an adult and an aggressive man. Shi Wuluo's body is thin but definitely not thin. His strong bamboo-like muscles are smooth and graceful. When he leans over, he can completely shroud the slender teenager in the shadow he casts.

He lowered his eyes.

The wind lanterns under the bluestone eaves flickered erratically, reflecting the outline of his distinct face, clear and cold. The candlelight threw the grid of thin bamboo strips across his cheekbones, and the lines of bones and muscles were half hidden in the dimness, like a snowy mountain on a moonlit night, and like a silent and loyal machete.

Dark fire burned beneath the silver-ash ice.

It was deep, unchanging love.

Shi Wuluo's cool fingertips fell on Qiu Bodeng's face, softly like a snow. He moved gently along the young man's beautiful jawline, crossed the Adam's apple, crossed the overlapping plackets, stopped at the heart, unfolded one by one, and covered his palms forcefully.

It seems that in this way, an indestructible armor is given to the broken heart behind the bones.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here," he whispered.

The tone is very light, no different from coaxing a child.

Qiu Bodeng blinked slowly, his long eyelashes trembled slightly like two small fans.

"……Um."

He grudgingly responded.

Master Wu Luohu pressed his mouth against Qiu Bodeng's cheek and leaned over to give him a deep kiss.

When they were separated, Qiu Bodeng's arms had already wrapped around his neck, and the two of them rolled down together in the quilt like a twilight. Shi Wuluo didn't move any further, he just hugged the person in his arms, cheek to cheek, chest to chest, faithfully passing the beating of his heart to him: "The cruising cloud whale has returned, and brought back many schools of fish, Probably living around the Eight Cold Prisons, the scales are not big, round like silver coins, and the red wind will be blown away, like fireflies. I will take you to see it at night."

"Um."

"The street lights were only hung halfway last time. Would you like to hang them together?"

"Um."

The roles of the two seem to be reversed. The one who taught everything in the past has become the one who is silent. The one who was silent in the past became the one who spoke out loud.

This inversion has been going on for a long time.

Shi Wuluo inserted his fingers into Qiu Bodeng's hair, combed the restored black hair one by one, and slowly told him what they could do next. You can go to see fish, hang lanterns, take a walk on the river Ming River... If you don't want to do anything, you can sleep together for a while.

He had a long, long time to heal his lover bit by bit.

Pain has many processes.

Just like the first period of time when a loved one passed away, the people closest to him were the same. Throughout the ages, there have always been many heroes who seemed to have a heart like stone. After witnessing the sacrifice of their relatives and friends, they can still move forward.

But the scars are always there.

The fallen figure of every companion, every blood spurting from their throats, is a deep scar carved into the souls of those who survived. Maybe in the beginning, they can be suppressed by ideals and distant dreams, but they are always there, and one day, at a certain moment, they will explode completely and drown you completely.

But they cannot be denied, and they cannot be rejected.

It can only be relieved, accepted, and can only heal slowly after the whole break.

After falling into the ghost, for the first time, his lover would not cry or laughed, and lost his ability -a new world, a new world that crushed Tai Yi ... that was his Tai Yi Ah, it is Tai Yi, who is unchanged, is Tai Yi who protects him into fresh clothes.

Those who accompanied him through the stone steps, laughing with him, and always standing behind him unconditionally, they were so alive into flesh and blood.

There are Ah, Shi Yi ...

Those scars he thought he had forgotten all came again.

Those aging pain broke out completely and completely destroyed him.

... How should he face all this?

Shi Wu Luo taught him to cry, teach him to roar, and taught him to vent all the pain that pressed in his heart.

When he was unable to bear, he took him to sleep and escaped him.

When he fell asleep, he built a city for him and collected the soul fire that fluttered.

Slowly, the revenge light was finally struggling from the vortex, and was pulled quietly by him, walking across those delicate and beautiful streets, and smiling due to one or two beautiful wind lanterns. Until now, his gray hair has finally returned to black hair, and he has begun to do something that he likes one after another.

Love wine and wine, dance and dance.

When the sun is full, it is definitely necessary to pull Alo to read the book on the top of the tower.

However, most of the time, the thoughts of revenge lamps are difficult to control, and they are always caught in the mud -when too much pain is pressed on a person, it often causes this result.

He will feel ... I feel that he is not worthy of joy, not to enjoy.

I will feel that I am so good.

It seems stupid, ridiculous, ridiculous.

But this is not his fault.

He is just too gentle.

Shi Wu Luo will devour his Jiaojiao out of such a terrible vortex.