All But Me Are Inhumans [Rebirth]

A gust of wind started, and the smell of flowers became more obvious, going straight into Wei Huan's body. The sticky aroma could not come out after it entered, and even entangled certain emotions in his heart and pulled them out.

"You want to kiss me when you see me. This is not the setting of the ascetic instructor." Wei Huan raised his head and kissed Yun Yongzhou's lips. Suddenly, the world was spinning, and Wei Huan felt as if he had a sudden illness.

My whole body was steaming with heat.

"Isn't this flower too fragrant?" He leaned into Yun Yongzhou's arms, resting his chin on his shoulder, and stretched out his hand to touch the flower. Unexpectedly, all the floating flowers fell down when he touched it.

In an instant, the fragrance reached its peak.

His symptoms were more pronounced.

Yun Yongzhou suddenly realized something was wrong, hugged Wei Huan's back and looked up at the flowers and trees.

"This seems to be a love tree."

"What?" Wei Huan felt that his tongue was sticky and sticky with honey, but his consciousness was still there, but it seemed to be floating, "...the drug tree?"

This description made Yun Yongzhou want to laugh, "No, it's just a tree that amplifies emotions. No matter what the emotion is, sad people will be sadder, and happy people will be happier."

"Then why are you okay?" Wei Huan lay on his shoulder, the sticky substance penetrated into his neck, and his soft and hot lips pressed against the skin on the side of his neck.

"I didn't touch the flowers."

But in fact you are much more powerful than this kind of flower in terms of aphrodisiac.

"Go home first and stay away from this scent and you will be fine."

Before Wei Huan could react, the flowers and trees behind him turned into Yun Yongzhou's red golden crow circle. He lost his support and fell down. Finally, he fell on a bed full of Yun Yongzhou's scent, and fell into

In a softness.

Yun Yongzhou leaned on him and kissed him lightly, "Is it better?" He knew what he meant by saying better, but Wei Huan didn't feel it. He unbuttoned his uniform and revealed the black vest underneath.

, and then took Yun Yongzhou's hand and put it on his heart, "It's not good. If you touch it, it will beat faster."

After speaking, he hooked Yun Yongzhou's uniform collar with his hand, and hooked him downwards. There was almost no distance between the two profile faces. Wei Huan said word by word, "This flower is so enlarged."

It's not a good mood." His eyes were bright, and he opened his lips to kiss Yun Yongzhou. His moist lips touched and separated, like a child enjoying the ice cream in small sips, with the tip of his wet tongue occasionally licking it.

Yun Yongzhou was completely pulled into the swamp by him, and his breathing became heavier as the kiss became deeper and deeper. The breath he exhaled was hot and humid, moistening Wei Huan's skin. After struggling for a long time, Wei Huan had no strength at all, and was beaten by Yun Yongzhou.

Yong Zhou fell down and lay back on the soft bed, clinging to each other. He was dizzy and couldn't say a word. His eyes were half closed and he could only breathe with his mouth open. Ren Yun Yong Zhou kissed him deeply and gently yet cruelly.

Yun Yongzhou pecked his lips to end the kiss, and then kissed his forehead and the demonic lines on his cheeks.

"We want to kiss him again." Wei Huan raised his chin to invite a kiss, and slid into Yun Yongzhou's arms, holding his back inseparably.

"Do you have the strength?" Yun Yongzhou bit his lower lip.

"No, my legs are weak, my arms are weak, I need to take leave, I won't go to work..." Wei Huan sucked on Yun Yongzhou's neck, which was as sticky as a kitten, and grabbed Yun Yongzhou's silver-white hair with his fingers.

I said "I love you" very softly.

Yun Yongzhou kissed the top of his hair and replied very softly, "I love you."

"That flower tree is really poisonous. I suspect you took me there on purpose." Wei Huan came to life and started tossing again. He held Yun Yongzhou's face, "Yeah, you actually knew it a long time ago.

Bar."

But Yun Yongzhou only said, "If you don't have that intention, Hua won't be able to encourage you."

"No matter what, you did it on purpose. Tell me the secret order and I will dig it up tomorrow."

Yun Yongzhou saw that he was acting mischievously again, so he bit the tip of his nose.

"Then," Wei Huan hugged Yun Yongzhou and kissed him several times. His little canine teeth popped out again when he smiled, like a child, "I planted it in our bedroom!"

Yun Yongzhou stared at him for a while, then hugged his head and patted his back.

"Sleep, sleep."

"Little Jinwu, why don't you take me to take a bath? You have to start and finish, you know?"

"I used to have a brother and a husband, but now I've changed."

Wei Huan smiled and kissed him, "Honey, take a shower~"

Yun Yongzhou sighed and picked him up as he stretched out his arms obediently.

There was nothing I could do with him in my previous life, and it doesn't seem to be any better in this life.

I got up too early in the morning. After taking a bath, Wei Huan fell asleep in Yun Yongzhou's arms. When he woke up, there was dim light in the bedroom, and Wei Huan was wrapped in a lot of warm quilts.

, his eyes were half-closed like a sleepy hamster, he stretched his arms to reach elsewhere, but after touching for a long time, he couldn't find it, so he lazily shouted, "Yun Yongzhou..."

No response.

He hugged the quilt and squinted for a while before getting up from the bed, rubbing his eyes and stepping on his slippers. It was already dusk outside the gauze curtains. Wei Huan had no strength and his thighs were so sore, so he unfolded his

Wings drooped and legs half flew out of the bedroom.

"Yun Yongzhou?"

There was no sign of him in the living room. Wei Huan saw a lot of his favorite snacks on the coffee table in front of the sofa, so he flew over to sit down and found a note on it.

[I have a temporary assignment and will be back around seven o'clock in the evening.]

There were tasks again, and he was being called upon day by day. Wei Huan was angry and habitually turned the note over, and saw words written on the back.

[Love you.]

The corners of his mouth couldn't stop rising. He held the note in both hands and fell sideways on the sofa. His wings disappeared with a tinkling sound. After a while, Wei Huan regained his consciousness and slapped his face several times. He must have been beaten.

This little Golden Crow is bewitched, how can you like him so much?

Even the ceiling was illuminated by the setting sun slanting in, making it a bright yellow color. The entire room, including Wei Huan, was soaked in the sparkling sugar water.

Because he is so good-looking, no one can resist him.

Wei Huan was nominally looking for excuses for himself, but he was counting all the advantages of Yun Yongzhou in his mind. This guy is really good, he is good everywhere, even the small villa he bought is so good. Thinking like this

, Wei Huan walked out involuntarily. Although he often stayed here before, he lived a life of walking a tightrope every day and never really enjoyed it.

This lake is not particularly big, and is very secluded. There is always a layer of misty water vapor on the lake. The sun will soon be completely soaked into the warm water, only the last bit of it emerges, and orange-red floods the gaps in the ripples.

The sky gradually turned into a deep blue, gradually swallowing up the warm tones that the sun had not yet taken away.

Wei Huan walked to the lake and smelled a faint smell of water. This was the first time he had walked so close. The grass by the lake grew very tall, which made Wei Huan's ankles itch. Insects hid in it and made this sound.

The sound faded. He sat down, pulled out a piece of grass, held the grass root in his mouth and looked at the tail of the sun in the distance.

He has experienced so much along the way, and has been through a lot of chaos, and now he can finally live a small life as quietly as he hoped. He only feels satisfied, even though there will always be an unfilled gap between him and Yun Yongzhou.

The year was vacant. Wei Huan occasionally thought about how Yun Yongzhou spent these seven years, whether he had ever been discouraged, what kind of mood he had to persevere step by step, and what kind of methods he used.

I feel like facing the reborn him.

He had no chance to know any of this, but it didn't matter, he and Yun Yongzhou still had a long future.

The sky was getting dark. He thought that Yun Yongzhou would be back soon, so he was about to stand up and go home. However, probably due to the sequelae of his weak legs, his foot slipped and he accidentally stepped on a wet pebble.

In the water.

Wei Huan, who fell into the lake, subconsciously wanted to move his arms, but the next moment he found himself wrapped in a golden barrier, like a bubble at the bottom of the water.

Wei Huan was surprised that he could actually breathe. Suddenly, the barrier emitted a dazzling light, and the light gradually covered the deep lake water, turning it into a blank.

He tried to move himself. He could move forward. The dazzling white gradually faded away and his vision began to become clearer.

This was no longer the bottom of the lake. Wei Huan, who gradually opened his eyes, was stunned.

The valley is plunged into darkness, the blue forget-me-nots are blooming all over the mountains and plains, and there are dots of fireflies suspended in the rich night.

This was the prize they won at the Mountain and Sea Festival. It was the Garden of Fireflies. But Wei Huan didn't understand that he had gone back to look for that place, and it had been redeveloped into a high-rise building. The valley that no one cared about had long since ceased to exist.

.

Is this a barrier created by him?

Wei Huan gently raised his hand, and a forget-me-not flew up and landed on his palm, its soft petals swaying slightly.

It turned out that he had never forgotten this place. He thought he was the only one who remembered the forget-me-not night. Yun Yongzhou even hid this flower valley in the lake and came to see it when he missed it.

This is his secret garden.

As he walked downwards little by little, towards the depths of the Forget-Me-Not Flower Valley, fireflies followed Wei Huan all the way, lingering around him. This scene was so familiar that Wei Huan almost returned to his boyhood.

There is no forget-me-not in the deepest part of the valley, but a soft grassland, green, lit by fireflies like stars, exuding the fragrance of green grass.

Wei Huan sat on it and raised his head to look at the waning moon above his head. Even the moist and quiet feeling of a summer night was restored by him.

Will Yun Yongzhou often lie here?

Just as he was meditating, he heard the subtle sound of a plant breaking through the ground. He turned his face and saw a plant gradually growing out of the grass not far away. It was wrapped in wide leaves and the stem twisted out. The leaves were blown by the night wind.

With a blow, it stretched out lazily, revealing a budding flower inside, with snow-white buds glowing with a faint light.

strangeness.

The sound of breaking the ground became more and more frequent, everywhere on the left and right. Wei Huan looked at him in confusion as many snow-white buds suddenly appeared around him, swaying in the summer night wind, but none of them bloomed.

Come.

"Let me see what kind of flower this is..." Out of curiosity, Wei Huan used wind silk to hook one of the flowers. The buds were extremely beautiful, but they were not like the flower trees in the morning that bloomed as soon as they were touched.

No matter what Wei Huan did, the flower remained tightly closed.

This is an illusion created by Yun Yongzhou. Will he have to use his demonic power to awaken it?

Thinking of this, Wei Huan summoned the spirit of the Golden Crow, and his body glowed with golden light. The light gradually faded away, and at the same time, the petals of the flower bud lying in his palm began to bloom little by little.

No aroma at all.

"Xue Begonia?"

In the soft light golden light, among the unfolding petals, a piece of paper that had been folded many times slowly rose up and opened.

This is...a letter?

Wei Huan felt a little uneasy. He actually didn't intend to peek at anything. It all happened so unexpectedly and coincidentally. But this piece of paper had been spread out in front of him, and the handwriting was very familiar. After all, it was

In the evening, his heart was still moved by the simple words "I love you".

This was written by Yun Yongzhou himself.

Wei Huan held the unfolded paper. Strangely, there were some burn marks on the lower edge of the paper, but only a little.

The handwriting is graceful and graceful, and every stroke is restrained.

[I heard you say today that I like to express my feelings more solemnly.

I have thought about it for a long time, and perhaps the most solemn way for me is to write it down with my own hands, like the most ordinary and ordinary human being.

I decided to write down all my emotions, but I know that most of the time these emotions are like a pool of stagnant water, and I don't want you to see them.

But if there are good ones, I will probably pick them out and show them to you one day.

Forget it, that day will never come.]

Wei Huan's heart trembled.

It was for him and he never knew it.

He put the paper away, feeling anxious and expectant in his heart. After some struggle, he still chose to use his spirit to create many golden light spots, which slowly landed on these closed flower buds like night dew.

The moment it dripped on, countless flowers bloomed one by one, and the stretch of the quiet valley was filled with snow-white begonias. Inside each flower, a piece of paper, long or short, was suspended, filled with words.

Wei Huan moved his fingers, and another piece of paper flew towards him.

[This is the second day after I decided to write you a letter. This beginning is quite a failure. I am not going to show you this one. You were seriously injured today. I actually wanted to help you bandage it, but it was a step too late.

I couldn't find a reason. For the first time, I discovered that it hurts more when someone else is injured than when I am injured. It's the kind of dull pain that closes the heart. This makes no sense. My chest is not injured. It's strange.

But you still walked up to me, you smiled at me and said we would go to dinner together later, and the pain disappeared in an instant. It's strange, isn't it? It's as if you were the wound.

But I want to go back to the Prime Minister’s Office for a dinner, and I can only refuse you. In the evening, I sat in the VIP seat of the banquet, looking at the exquisite food and fake smiles, and all I could think about was you. I could almost imagine you eating these things.

Like, you are sitting opposite me.

You showed your little canine teeth and said with a smile, "Little Golden Crow, this is super delicious."

Thinking of this, I felt a dull pain in my chest.

You are my wound, I think.]

Wei Huan could no longer remember which day it was. His mood was complicated, he wanted to cry and laugh at the same time.

[You sometimes rush in front of me and stare at me with those cunning eyes like a small animal, and then you suddenly smile, showing your beautiful teeth.

I find myself staring at your smile sometimes, especially your lips. I know this is not normal, so I try to avoid looking at your face.

No one grew up with me, and no one told me that loving someone is like a chronic disease. The pain of anxiety, uneasiness, panic and shame in words tormented me day after day.

You are the pathogen and the only medicine that can save me.]

Xue Begonia bloomed quietly, not even daring to reveal a hint of fragrance for fear of others knowing their existence.

[Before I met you, I thought life was walking alone in shackles in the dark. Since I was born, my wish has only been to destroy imprisonment and shackles. I was born to destroy.

But your life is clean, soft, and surrounded by love. We are two extremes with no communication.

I am the cold fire and you are the warm wind.

Sometimes I think, maybe I envy you and like you because of envy. But it’s different. Envy should make me long for your life.

But I long for you.]

Each word is written firmly and beautifully, floating in the night sky, illuminated by the sparkling stars, just like his unreasonable desires.

[On the chess table today, you looked great in that red top. I was stunned for a moment and was fooled by your little trick.

It was quite embarrassing, but then you gave me a bouquet of flowers.

I didn't reach out, because I knew you would give flowers to others, and being sentimental seemed not a good habit. But I turned around, and you appeared again, and forced the bouquet of flowers into my hand.

I took the bouquet of flowers home, but I didn't know how to preserve them, so I could only protect them with two layers of Golden Crow Barrier.

I didn't sleep well all night. I woke up before dawn in the morning. When I looked up, the Golden Crow Barrier was empty.

The forget-me-nots disappeared without a trace, as if they had never existed.

I will never accept flowers from you again.]

Wei Huan couldn't help but laugh out loud. What kind of speech was made by a child? He obviously liked it very much.

Yes, he obviously liked her too, but why didn't he notice it at the time?

[After the sports club president finished running, you said your legs were weak and jumped on me, but I dodged.

I regretted it all day.

I should pretend that my legs are weak and fall down. We fall together. Can anyone see what's wrong?

I won’t hide next time.]

But you still hid. Wei Huan complained in his heart. He hid every time, even though he was shameless and didn't care about anything.

But if Yun Yongzhou could reach out and hug him, he would probably go crazy with joy.

[I heard the news of your parents leaving in the archery room of the Prime Minister's Office. My arrow missed the mark at that time, and I was severely humiliated for it.

Later, I saw you at the funeral, silently carrying the coffin and hugging them silently. Obviously I don't have much empathy, but I seem to be able to feel the same.

I went again the day after the funeral and put a big bouquet of lilies.]

[The night breeze in the dark zone, the kiss on the rooftop at four in the morning, the battle emblem of the undead city, you are the most lethal little animal in the world.

A killer with the appearance of a stuffed toy.]

Wei Huan said to himself, "Where does this guy come from with these strange metaphors..." He usually didn't say a word, but now he wrote all kinds of weird things.

[After I decided to confess my love to you tomorrow, I looked through the letters I wrote all night, but I couldn’t find any of them.

Failure, why should I write, I am not a poet. I decided not to take any more.]

Childish, Wei Huan couldn't help laughing.

But when he saw the next picture, he was stunned.

It is a piece of white paper that has been crumpled into a ball.

Subconsciously, Wei Huan immediately sensed which day it was. He waved gently and came with the rest of the paper.

[On the seventh day after you left, I decided to continue writing.]

[The tenth day after you left.]

[Eleven days.]

[Twelve days, I dreamed of you.]

[On the thirteenth day, I woke up in pain at night. When I looked in the mirror, I took off the gauze and looked at it. It was really scary to see an empty blood hole. If you really come back one day, it will probably scare you. I will dig one out tomorrow.

Put the eyes in.]

[For fourteen days, the miasma in this eyeball almost turned me into a demon. It hurt.]

[Forty days, yesterday I almost burned all the letters, but I regretted it.

I still have to keep these thoughts to myself.]

Wei Huan touched the edge of the previous paper and finally understood the whole story. He couldn't imagine what Yun Yongzhou's mood was when he lit this fire, and how he let it go out, picking them up one by one and sealing them.

A piece of paper slowly fell into his palm.

[One hundred days, I was in a coma for three days, walked through hell, and came back. My hand was broken, so I could only write with light.

Why does time become so long and stagnant? Sometimes I even feel that I am just standing in a pool of stagnant water waiting for a miracle. Even if I die in battle on an unknown day, I should still be holding you at that moment.

This hope will come back.

I am waiting with hope for your return.

But I love you without any hope.]