Wen Heng stood there for a while, and when he heard the door slamming from the next door, he calmed down. At least Xue Qinglan didn't get angry and ran away from home, and he knew how to go to the next door to get angry with him; Feeling sad to persuade him to leave, it was another big problem in front of Wen Heng.
He had ten thousand selfish desires not to let Xue Qinglan leave, but his only reason forced him to make a choice. The current situation is very clear. He is about to face the pursuit of countless conspiratorial careerists. In order to achieve their goals, the first thing those people do is to arrest the people around him to threaten him. If Xue Qinglan continues to be with him, he will soon fall into a very dangerous situation, and the two are very close, and they will definitely meet everyone who is suspicious of the Weeping Star Sect. He and half of the people in Jianghu have offended Tongtong, who can shelter him at that time, and where else can he give him a place to live
Therefore, according to Wenheng, Xue Qinglan had to leave, not only him, but also himself to leave Zhanchuan City immediately, so as not to drag down Fan Yang and Luming's escort bureau.
The pain and regret in exile in the past must never be repeated again.
Wen Heng stood in front of the couch, bent down to take out the small drawer of the bedside cabinet, and took out a bag from it. He seemed to hesitate for a moment before putting it in his arms, turned and walked out.
The study was not locked, Wen Heng pushed the door and entered, but he saw the candles in the room, but he didn't hear anyone's words, and then looked on the inner couch, Xue Qinglan was lying in his clothes, deliberately pretending to sleep with his back to him .
Wen Heng was amused for a while, but he couldn't bear it for a while. He just pretended not to see it, walked over lightly, leaned over and picked him up, ready to take him back to the next door. Xue Qinglan was originally enraged by him, so he made up his mind that Wen Heng would never reconcile with him unless he retracted his foreword. Who knew that it was less than a stick of incense, and Wen Heng seemed as if nothing had happened, and he knew that he was hot and cold. He hugged him back to sleep, in comparison, it seemed that he was extraordinarily ignorant. He was almost 20 years old, and he was arrogant and ignorant like a child.
Seriously speaking, in fact, either of them has the right idea. They even put aside their own safety and regard the other's life as the highest priority. Staying together, but the more they are surrounded by the whirlpool, pushed by the torrent, and involuntarily go to another fork in the road.
Xue Qinglan was held firmly by Wen Heng, thinking that the good and bad luck would be unpredictable when they parted tomorrow, and she didn't know when and when they would meet again. He couldn't help the pain in his heart, and suddenly stretched out his hand to hook Wen Heng's neck, and buried his face in his shoulder.
Wen Heng lowered his head by being pulled by him, thinking that he was embarrassed to subdue, and said with a smile, "It's alright, you can continue to get angry."
This kind of tenderness is both love and hate. He has been comforted by it countless times, and has been made to cry by it more than once, but Wen Heng is not aware of it, and still uses this soft knife to slash back and forth on the tip of his heart.
"Can't you go?"
Wen Heng turned into the bedroom, bent down and placed him on the soft quilt, and replied gently but not arrogantly: "I can promise you ten thousand other things, but only this one will not work. Okay, tossing about it. One night, it's time to sleep."
After that, he straightened up, put down the bed tent, and flicked out the light. Xue Qinglan took a slow step to grab his sleeve, but she held a full handful of empty space, only to hear the sound of the cloth rubbing from outside the tent. After a while, the side sank slightly, Wen Heng took off the robe and got on the couch, carrying the brocade He was wrapped in his arms by a corner of his arms, and he gently patted his back like a child: "Sleep."
Xue Qinglan still wanted to argue, but when he raised his head, he saw Wen Heng closing his eyes slightly tiredly by the dim light of the night. Thinking about everything that happened tonight, and tomorrow when the mountains and rains are about to come, the internal and external troubles are all serious frosts on his heart. He said that he was sleeping, but in fact, he could not sleep, even when he closed his eyes and rested his brows. Consciously frowning, the shallow vertical marks on the forehead and heart are like an uneven scar.
Wen Heng has always been very thoughtful. At best, he is "thoughtful". At worst, he only believes in himself, and others are unreliable. Xue Qinglan was undoubtedly divided into the "unreliable" group by him, and it was a particularly troublesome kind, so Wen Heng not only had to worry about conspiracies, but also had to go to great lengths to settle the people who were close to him so as not to be caught. The enemy seized the loophole and countered him with a weakness.
Feng Baoyi is already annoying enough, does he really want to continue the trouble regardless, let Wen Heng be tormented by his own people and exhausted before the foreign enemy arrives
Xue Qinglan stared at his handsome and deep outline, let out a breath slowly and silently, and finally gave up resistance, the whole person's figure softened, as if afraid of the cold, and snuggled deeper into his arms.
Wen Heng didn't have to open his eyes to feel his softening. He knew that Xue Qinglan had figured it out on his own and no longer insisted on staying, but he was still a little unwilling, so he got closer to him to make up for the impending arrival. long separation.
But how is this different from drinking poison to quench thirst
Wen Heng bowed his head in the darkness, his lips brushed against the top of his soft hair, and he secretly said in his heart, "In any case, this time, like four years ago, I will never leave you alone."
When Wen Heng woke up the next day, the bed beside him was empty, he reached out his hand to touch the empty space while he was half asleep, his heart beat abruptly twice, and suddenly got up from the bed, blurted out without thinking: "Qing Lan!"
"Hey, here it is."
Xue Qinglan was neatly dressed and walked in from the outside. He put the tea tray in his hand on the small table beside him, bent down and sat beside the bed, although his face was light, his tone was quite teasing: "What do you call me in the morning?"
Wen Heng didn't know when he went to sleep last night, but woke up a little late this morning. He didn't even hear Xue Qinglan getting up. In addition, he got up in a hurry just now. At this moment, his eyes were black and his temples were throbbing and hurting. With the source of the voice, he grabbed Xue Qinglan's wrist, confirmed that he was there, and fell down with the blown up hair: "I thought you had left..."
Xue Qinglan really didn't know whether to be angry or to laugh. She sat down and rubbed his temples for him, and whispered, "You are the one who wants to drive people away, why are you afraid of me leaving now?"
Wen Heng forcefully twitched the corners of his mouth, but in the end he couldn't laugh, instead he sighed softly: "Yeah."
Xue Qinglan's hand slid down his cheek and pressed it against Wen Heng's heart. After listening to his heartbeat for a while, he suddenly asked solemnly, "Brother Heng, when you meet Feng Baoyi this time, you have a certain degree of confidence that you will be able to heal your whole body. retreat?"
"What," Wen Heng asked back, "Can't I beat him completely?"
Xue Qinglan said: "If you had the confidence to win him completely, you wouldn't be so eager to ask me to leave... You don't have to deliberately try to ease my heart. I said that I want to leave, and you won't regret it. It's just that you want to leave. Tell me the truth, how sure are you?"
Wen Heng stared at him for a long time, cupped his face with one hand, and slowly swiped his thumb across Xue Qinglan's eyes, as if wiping away a tear that didn't exist: "I don't lie to you, only 50%."
"But even if there is only a silver lining left in the end, I will climb back to see you."
"it is good."
Xue Qinglan lowered her eyes, nodded, and said, "I understand... Let's have breakfast, it should be cold after a long time."
After Wen Heng finished washing up, he sat down at the table with a bowl of lukewarm white porridge in front of him, as well as a few drawers of snacks and dishes, all brought by Xue Qinglan from the kitchen early in the morning. The two sat opposite each other in silence. After finishing the last meal before parting, Xue Qinglan put down the bowls and chopsticks and said, "The time has come."
Wen Heng was about to say "I'll send you off", when Gu Zhi got up, the world was spinning in front of him, his five senses gradually became dull and blurred, his limbs seemed to be filled with lead, and he fell forward uncontrollably.
Xue Qinglan stepped forward in time and opened his arms to take him into his arms. There was no surprise on his face, but a kind of relief that he had known for a long time.
Wen Heng's thoughts turned fast, and when the chaos was about to engulf the last bit of Qingming, his heart suddenly throbbed, and he murmured, "Qinglan..."
"Sleep a little longer," Xue Qinglan gently stroked his trembling eyelashes with her palm, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, Brother Heng."