Married Thrice to Salted Fish

When Lu Wancheng died of illness, Lin Qingyu did not cry; when Jiang woke back, he did not cry; when he saw Gu Fuzhou farewell, he still did not cry. But now that long time no reunion, when his soul fell into a dream, he cried.

Everything in the dream is so real, so real that Jiang Xing can still feel the beating heart in his chest. The empty and lonely palace, the memorial book on the table, the lingering fragrance of ink, and the flickering lights. Lin Qingyu's tears fell drop by drop, as if hitting his heart.

He had seen Lin Qingyu's eyes with red eyes holding back tears, but he had never seen him like this, without frowning or choking, just looking at him and crying silently.

Jiang Xing's body was filled with dense pain, which was more poisonous than dying from illness.

It hurts so much that he wants to cry.

But he can't. If he is crying too, who will coax Lin Qingyu. He can't cry in front of Lin Qingyu, that's not handsome at all.

Jiang Xing smiled with tears and said, "What's wrong with my baby? After finally seeing each other, why are you crying. Don't you like me the way I am?"

Lin Qingyu looked at him silently. For a long time, he shook his head in his palm.

Clean and slender fingertips wiped Lin Qingyu's tears, Jiang Xing said: "I am very happy to see you the way I am. I hope you can be happy too."

We met for the last time, and he didn't want to make Lin Qingyu sad.

Lin Qingyu seemed to understand his intentions, and as if trying to persuade himself, he froze and said: "You came back because I miss you?"

"Yes. The so-called day is thinking, night is dreaming." Jiang Xing said softly, "If you miss me, you will naturally dream of me."

…But why is it not Gu Fuzhou who came here, but you.

He tried so hard to recall Jiang Xing's appearance, but couldn't remember anything. The young man in front of him is so vivid, his figure is reflected in his pupils, and the palm of his cheek is warm, every detail is perfect.

Lin Qingyu never asked that question. It seemed that as long as he didn't ask or think about it, it was just an ordinary dream.

Lin Qingyu raised his hand and touched the young man's forehead with a trembling. The boy took the initiative to grab his hand and put it to his lips to kiss.

Lin Qingyu whispered: "You and three years ago, nothing seems to have changed."

He coaxed Lin Qingyu. In other words, Lin Qingyu coaxed herself well.

Jiang Xing's throat moved slightly: "In dreams, people always don't grow up." He smiled again, "Why, you used to think I was old, but now you think I am too young? Don't forget, I am only better than you. One year younger."

Lin Qingyu smiled, broken into pieces, but bright and moving: "You really like yourself the most."

"Of course. Lu Wancheng is too delicate and Gu Fuzhou is too strong to suit me."

"I will remember." Lin Qingyu's eyes were locked on him, "Remember your initial appearance."

Jiang Xing said, "No, it's good to forget."

"No, it's not good at all!" Lin Qingyu who finally calmed down suddenly became extremely flustered, "I want to remember, I don't want to forget, don't let me forget..."

When did Jiang Xing see Lin Qingyu so helpless, he hurriedly took the person into his arms and coaxed: "I won't forget it. The baby never forgets, it's super powerful."

"But last time, I forgot the last time." Lin Qingyu pressed her cheek against the boy's chest, desperately tolerating the turbulent emotions. Jiang Xing hoped that he could be happier, and he could not cry anymore.

Jiang Xing had to lie to him: "That's because I didn't stay long last time. This time I will stay for a long time."

Lin Qingyu grabbed Jiang Xing's coat, the touch of the cloth was soft that he had never felt before. The youth's breath is pure and refreshing, completely enveloping him.

No matter whose body Jiang Xing uses, he won't mind. As long as Jiang Xing is inside, he will be moved and like it. But he also couldn't deny that in this world, only Jiang Xing's face can make him amazed.

Jiang Xing was the complete Jiang Xing who returned to his body.

Lin Qingyu asked: "A long time...how long is it?"

Jiang Xing was silent for a moment, and said: "We have at least one night left, enough to make up for the last date we didn't complete."

Last date...?

Lin Qingyu felt a tingling pain in her heart: "A date of twelve hours a day is not a day without a moment."

Jiang Xing smiled and said, "So you still remember."

He remembers, of course he remembers. That day, he didn't complete this date with Jiang Xing. He thought there were still many opportunities in the future, and he thought there was still a lot of time... He really thought so.

"Waiting for you to come back," Lin Qingyu deceived and stubbornly deceived herself, "When you come back from the northwest, I don't care about anything. I want to lock you up and watch you all the time. You can't go anywhere. Twelve a day. Shi Chen can only be with me."

Jiang Xing turned his head, closed his eyes, and smiled when he looked at Lin Qingyu again: "Okay. But, baby, first think about it, what do you want to do this night?"

Lin Qingyu buried her head in his chest and did not answer.

Jiang Xing didn't ask any more. It is also good if we can hug each other quietly all night.

I don't know how long it took, Lin Qingyu pushed him away, pointed to a place on his clothes and asked, "What is this?"

"Huh...?" Jiang Xing looked down at his chest, "This is the school badge. I am a school uniform."

"How to take off this school uniform?"

Jiang Xing was taken aback: "Qingyu...?"

Lin Qingyu decided: "I want to invite you again."

Jiang Xing's heart trembled so much that he couldn't speak.

"Don't refuse me anymore." Lin Qingyu's voice trembled slightly, "Jiang Xing."

The next moment, Lin Qingyu's vision shook. The thinly-dressed boy hugged him and strode towards the bed.

When he was put on the bed by the boy, he remembered that the main hall of Qinzheng Hall did not have a bed. Jiang Xing explained: "This is a dream, baby. You can have whatever you want in your dream."

Lin Qingyu didn't even bother to think about this. He took the initiative to get closer and kissed the corner of Jiang Xing's mouth.

This kiss seemed to turn on a switch in the boy's body. He was sunken deep in the bed with his lips and teeth intertwined, the hairpin was also taken off, and his long hair was scattered on a pillow.

If Jiang Xing is still Gu Fuzhou, their green silk should be entangled once. But now Jiang Xing has short hair. When he lowered his head to kiss him, the tip of his forehead slightly blocked his eyes.

Jiang Xing's own tongue is not small at all.

Lin Qingyu wore heavy official uniforms, layer after layer. He raised his hand and stroked the boy's short hair, his wide sleeves slipped down, revealing two white and thin arms.

In the dream, he will not feel cold.

The official uniform was retired, but Lin Qingyu was helpless with Jiang Xing's clothes. Jiang Xing taught him how to take it off hand in hand, and finally asked him: "Is it very convenient? It's much more convenient than Dayu's clothes."

Lin Qingyu nodded lightly and asked, "Do you... will it?"

Jiang Xing smiled: "Guess."

In the dream, the night is deep, and the shadow of the candle shakes red.

The light gauze bead curtain hanging by the bed was held helplessly by one hand. Suddenly, with an unbearable force of that hand, the joints grabbed the white, the bead curtains were torn off, the jade beads splashed, and the sound of ticking echoed in the empty hall.

Lin Qingyu closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, and she couldn't help crying again.

I don't know if it is because of pain or other reasons.

"Don't cry, baby." Jiang Xing's voice is low, "You keep crying, you will make me doubt my own skills, and then wither."

"Liar. It's obviously... so energetic."

Jiang Xing smiled: "You found all of this."

Lin Qingyu wanted to open his eyes, but his eyes were blocked by a hand. "Don't look at me," Jiang Xing gasped slightly, "I'm going to be shy."

Lin Qingyu was almost out of breath, bent her lips hard, and said, "You are in my body, I can feel it."

Jiang Xing took a breath and didn't speak any more, just grabbed Lin Qingyu's hands and let them cling to his shoulders.

I don't know if I am a guest in my dream, and I feel greedy.

And after the endless tenderness, it's just the collapse of the dream, and what else can be left behind.

After calming down, Jiang Xing lay on his shoulder, and the first sentence he said turned out to be: "I'm sorry."

Lin Qingyu felt the wetness on her shoulders, and there was a trace of blankness in her eyes after joy.

Jiang Xing...cry?

This person didn't let him cry, but he cried.

"Qingyu, I'm sorry." Jiang Xing hugged him like a child who worked hard but still couldn't do anything well, so wronged that he didn't know what to do, "I'm sorry..."

Lin Qingyu asked him: "Why are you crying?"

Why do you cry so desperately after doing the most intimate thing?

He wanted to push the boy away and see how the boy was crying, but he was too tired, he couldn't push, he could only feel the boy's tears streaming out continuously, making his long hair wet.

When Jiang Xing cried enough, he got up from him. Except for the red eyes, there was nothing strange on his face. He asked Lin Qingyu uneasy: "Am I still handsome?"

Lin Qingyu smiled: "Yes."

Jiang Xing smiled and hugged him from behind: "Would you like to sleep for a while?"

Lin Qingyu immediately said, "No."

Jiang Xing accompanied him, talking softly in his ear. Until a gleam of light appeared on the horizon, Jiang Xing looked out the window: "It seems that time is almost up."

Lin Qingyu's body suddenly froze.

Jiang Xing sighed slightly: "This night, it flies so fast."

Lin Qingyu realized something, and the facts that he deliberately ignored came back, cruelly torturing him. "No." He hugged the boy tightly and exhausted all his strength, "Jiang Xing, don't... don't leave me again..."

Jiang Xing touched his hair: "Qingyu, this is just a dream."

"No...No." Lin Qingyu's eyes widened, her eyes filled with water vapor, her quiet mask was torn off, revealing her uncontrollable madness, "You are lying to me again. Jiang Xing, how many times do you want to cheat me?"

The outline of the boy gradually became blurred: "It's the last time, Qingyu."

finally…? Is it the end? No, he wants to stay here, stay here with Jiang Xing.

Jiang Xing promised him.

He promised him!

"...Jiang Xing!"

Lin Qingyu woke up from her dream. At the beginning of the day, there was no one else in the Palace of Qinzheng except him.

He was sitting alone at the table, with memorabilia piled on the table, and the candlelight on the side had already burned out.

Lin Qingyu sat quietly with a blank face on her face. He remembered every word Jiang Xing said and every action Jiang Xing made, but he couldn't remember what Jiang Xing looked like.

Lin Qingyu slowly closed his eyes, and a drop of clear tears fell on the last memo sent from the northwest.

At the same moment, in Xingqing Palace not far from Qinzheng Hall, Xiao Li, who was sleeping, suddenly opened his eyes without warning.