Panguan

There is still heat in the room, which is very warm.

When I heard it, I hooked a ball of clean cotton thread from the side of the couch, and habitually wound it round and round on my thin, white and slender fingers.

The door of the house suddenly rang a few times, which was not unexpected in the quiet night

"It's changed?" Chen Dao Gao's shadow was projected by the door.

"Yeah." Wen Shi responded, lowered his head and bit the puppet thread, and tied the last knot clean.

"I asked Lao Mao to get some medicated oil—"

The door creaked open.

A thin hemp rope was hooked on Chen Bu's fingers, and two small bamboo tube-like utensils were hung on both ends of the hemp rope. He was about to enter the door, but stopped when he looked up and saw Wen Shi.

The mountain wind brushed past his side and sneaked in.

The candles on the table in the room flickered slightly.

The flickering candlelight reflected in the dusty eyes. He was silent for a moment, then blinked, and the candlelight melted away.

He came over and stopped by the couch, looking down at Wen Shi. The eyes glanced down from the end of Wen Shi's eyes and then fell back: "Isn't it because of lack of spirit and spirit that you can't grow up?"

Chapter 114 Sky Lantern

When I heard it, I stopped for a while.

After a while, he loosened the white puppet line between his teeth, raised his head, and met Chen Bu's downcast eyes.

With his back against the wall, he was silent for a while under the gaze, then blinked lightly and looked away: "Fake it, you can clearly see it."

"Why are you pretending?"

You obviously know it too.

He moved his lips when he heard it, but made no sound.

"Are you afraid that I will be angry, or that you will be counted against?" Chen Bu's voice was low and deep.

This room is actually very big, but their voices are only in this corner, within a square inch, and no one can hear them clearly except each other.

Like a candle that only shines in a circle.

When I heard it, my hands rested on my bent knees, and the puppet threads hung down long and short. He dialed it unconsciously, and responded, "Yes."

"Then why don't you pretend again?"

He pursed his lips when he heard it, but didn't answer right away.

After a long time, he said: "Because I'm still like this again."

Life is all given by you, so what is it to go to Wuxiangmen?

"It will be like this many times over."

His voice is very deep. Because the face was turned away, the line of the neck was drawn clearly and tightly, revealing an inherent stubbornness, as if no one could reverse it.

But when he finished saying this, he turned around and looked up at Chen Bu. The pitch-black eyeballs carried the heat from the medicated bath, slightly bright and moist...

The sharp edges and corners in the bones suddenly transformed into a thin shell. He was wrapped in that layer of shell that could be broken at a poke, and looked at Chen Bubu without turning his gaze.

His tone was still stubborn, his voice was still deep and low, but there was something else.

He curled his dangling fingers, swayed the long shadow of the puppet thread under the lamp, and said, "It's up to you to settle the score."

The swaying lines and shadows fall in the eyes of the dust, like lights disturbed by the wind.

He suddenly lowered his eyes, stretched out his hand to hook the puppet strings hanging between his fingers when he was sniffing, straightened them, and stopped shaking them randomly.

Wen Shi followed to look at his fingers, and let the person in front of him straighten the puppet thread.

In the next second, that hand was wrapped in a long thread that couldn't be untangled and was caught between his fingers. He blinked, and his chin was gently pinched and lifted.

The warm breath hit his slightly parted lips, and the dusty kiss fell like that.

...

In fact, how can there be any settlement?

Who is willing to settle accounts.

It's just that my heart hurts too much, and I want this person to learn a lesson from now on, and stop doing anything reckless, and stop leaving any wounds and sore spots.

But I can't fight, I can't reprimand...

There is no way to start, nothing to do.

This is probably the so-called one thing down one thing.

***

This kiss was long and entangled, at first it was a little heavy, but then it gradually became gentle and intimate.

At a certain moment, Chen Dao suddenly heard Wen Shi's voice, as if asking: "Do you like me?"

He backed away slightly, and said in a low voice, "What kind of stupid question is this?"

When he heard it, he leaned his back against the wall and half-closed his eyes, turned his head to slow down his breathing for a while, and then turned his face, his eyes were full of thick shadows with intertwined eyelashes: "What?"

"The sentence you just asked." Chen Dao said.

"I don't."

"You said..." Chen Dao was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that Wen Shi was grabbing his arm and was responding to him. How can I speak.

He lowered his eyes and saw the puppet thread intertwined in their hands, and finally understood the origin of that question. That was a thought that flashed in his mind when he heard it, and because of the puppet line, he listened to it.

Wen Shi also looked at the puppet line, and then reacted.

His neck was covered in blood from behind his ears, it was unknown whether it was because of the kiss, or because he was not heard by the dust.

He looked down at the puppet thread, and was about to take back his hand wrapped around the thread.

As soon as he was about to move, he was fastened tightly by Chenbu.

"Why do you ask that?"

why?

Think when you smell it.

Because this person has been so nice to him from the beginning to the end. It's so good that sometimes he can't tell whether the other party is used to him or likes him.

Because I can't figure out when the other party started to like him, and why he likes him.

Because there is still something that is not enough to distinguish.

He wanted something differentiated enough.