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When it was time for class at Zhenglin High School, some young students who were carrying schoolbags and preparing to enter the school noticed two men sitting outside the milk tea shop opposite the school entrance.
Both of them have black hair, and they also have wide shoulders, narrow waist and long legs. They are very good-looking and very attractive.
The most attractive thing is their diametrically opposite temperament.
An evil spirit, wearing a pair of sunglasses, chewing gum in his mouth, and looking in a good mood.
The other sat upright, with a handsome face frowning, but his gaze towards the people around him was very friendly and clear.
Shi Qing had a handsome haircut, and his long legs were directly over the legs of Meng Qing, who was sitting in Guiguizheng, leaning on the chair crookedly.
Seeing the young Daoist glaring at him, he raised his eyebrows proudly, reached out and took off his sunglasses.
"Pay attention to your attitude, little Taoist priest, now I am your master."
"You are not!"
Meng Qing was even more angry, her eyes were full of dissatisfaction: "I never promised to sign a contract with you."
"I do not care."
The devil put the sunglasses back willfully: "Anyway, the contract has been reached, and you are already mine."
"Until you die, you belong to me."
Meng Qing, who has received positive energy education since childhood, has ever seen such a brazen person, immediately blushed with anger, opened and closed his mouth, but didn't know what to say.
Shi Qing teased him: "Do you want to scold me? Come on, scold me, I'm listening."
Meng Qing gritted his teeth and held back for a long time:
"The devil!"
"What kind of swearing is this, I'll listen to your ugly words."
Meng Qing was so angry that he almost succumbed to it, glared at him angrily, turned his head to look to the other side, and faced him with the back of his head.
Shi Qing: "Angry?"
Shi Qing: "The air volume is so small."
Shi Qing: "Hey, little Taoist priest, how can you not look at me when my master is talking to you?"
Meng Qing lowered her eyes, tried her best to get rid of other thoughts, and began to recite the Tao Te Ching muttering.
Shi Qing: "Don't you want to know why the person I'm looking for is you?"
Meng Qing: Don't listen, don't listen.
Shi Qing: "You really don't want to know? You're going to follow me for the rest of your life."
Meng Qing: The Taoist recites the scriptures.
Seeing that he made it clear that he planned to ignore him, the Demon King dangled his legs:
"Since that's the case, I won't tell you, you and I are a natural match."
The chanting of the young Taoist priest stopped.
He turned his head in disbelief and stared at Shi Qing with wide eyes: "What did you say?"
"Yo, do you mind me?"
The handsome man wearing sunglasses leaned back: "Don't you want to hear it?"
Meng Qing looked at Shi Qing suspiciously up and down, and suddenly her brows loosened.
"You must be lying to me."
"I am a Taoist priest, how can I have anything with you."
Shi Qing raised his eyebrows: "Why is it impossible."
"And you are not a Taoist, you are just raised by a Taoist and learned Taoism."
"I am a priest."
The young Taoist retorted: "I have been a teacher since I was a child, so why am I not a Taoist?"
"Okay, you are a Taoist priest, do you have a certificate?"
Meng Qing was silent.
Shi Qing continued: "Do you have a Daosheng certificate?"
Meng Qing paused for a while before hesitatingly said: "I am too young, wait until I am a few years older..."
"Come on." The devil interrupted him rudely: "You can get a certificate at the age of sixteen or seventeen. You are twenty this year and you are still young."
"Admit it, the old guy from Zhengxing, although he has always been timid as a mouse, his Taoism is not bad, and he can barely enter the industry. It's not because he has made me and you a natural pair. "
"You are talking nonsense!"
The young Taoist priest listened with red ears: "You, you are a man, and I am also a man, how can this be..."
"Why not?" Shi Qing asked him back: "Do you Taoists still discriminate against homosexuality? What about the equality of all beings?"
In fact, Meng Qing had never been exposed to this topic before.
But now he wanted to refute Shi Qing, and he said, "Men are born with yang, women are born with yin, and the balance of yin and yang is the right thing."
"If you insist on saying that, then I would also say that heterosexuals are born with yang, and homosexuals are born with yin. The balance of similarities and differences is the right thing."
Shi Qing said, put down his legs, got up, and sat beside Meng Qing, feeling that he was stiff to avoid.
"Little Taoist priest, you can't tell me what's mine, this is life, you have to accept it."
The young Daoist pursed his lips nervously: "Pin Dao doesn't like same-sex, you've got the wrong person."
"I don't like the same sex, that is, I like the opposite sex?" The Demon King smiled, not angry at all, but put his hand on the shoulder of the Taoist priest, took off his sunglasses, and a pair of faintly glowing red eyes were full of smiles:
"As long as you say who you like, I will cancel the contract and leave without delay for a second."
Where can Meng Qing go to find someone he likes
From childhood to adulthood, no matter whether he is of the same sex or the opposite sex, he has never had much contact with him.
He hesitated for a long time before he could hold back:
"Pindao is devoted to the Tao, how can there be people who like it."
"It doesn't matter, I know that the Taoist priests in your halal view can get married and have children. When you have someone you like, tell me again. I promise to let go immediately and never delay you."
Said, Shi Qing picked up the double skin milk on the table, scooped up a spoon, and handed it to Meng Qing's mouth, smiling more charmingly.
"You haven't been down the mountain except to catch demons, so you mustn't have eaten this? Come on, open your mouth."
Meng Qing turned her face away and closed her mouth tightly without saying a word, obviously not planning to eat it.
The devil raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "Master ordered you to open your mouth."
The power of the contract made Meng Qing slowly open his mouth uncontrollably. He looked at Shi Qing angrily, his eyes full of annoyance.
"Look, wouldn't it be better to listen to my mouth earlier? You are a bad habit of eating hard and not soft."
Shi Qing smiled and fed the spoon of double-skin milk to the young Taoist priest: "Come on, eat it."
Meng Qing was angry.
Meng Qing was angry.
Meng Qing can't wait for the devil in front of the blade.
Then he chewed a few mouthfuls, and the deliciousness of the double skin milk gradually burst in his mouth.
The little Taoist priest who had never eaten double-skin milk opened his eyes slightly and chewed a little faster. Shi Qing looked at him with a smile, and when he saw him eating, he handed another spoon over.
At this moment, the little Taoist priest was completely overwhelmed by the deliciousness of the double-skin milk. Shi Qing fed him a spoonful of it and ate a spoonful.
Shi Qing felt the joy of feeding, and feeding became more and more cheerful.
The double-skinned milk was eaten quickly. He snapped his fingers, opened the barrier, and beckoned: "Two more cups of milk tea and a cheesecake."
After ordering, he blinked at Meng Qing again:
"The cake here is delicious, you must like it."
Meng Qing, who just woke up after hearing the sound of the devil ordering food, stretched out her hand and touched the corner of her mouth: "..."
He has fallen | fallen.
Woohoo.
In the bottom of his heart, the young Daoist who was depraved came to the cake, and his eyes couldn't help but swirl on it.
The cheese-colored cheesecake is neatly cut and placed on the plate, with a few pretty little strawberries embellished on it, and three words are exuding all over the body;
'Come and eat me~'
'Eat me~'
For Meng Qing, who has never eaten dessert since she was a child, this is simply too heartwarming.
- Gudong.
The young Dao Chang's Adam's apple rolled and swallowed.
Shi Qing cut off a small piece and handed it to his mouth with a fork.
The demon king smiled seductively: "Come and have a taste, it's delicious."
Meng Qing tried her best to hold back her desire to open her mouth, and closed her eyes hard, without looking at this cute and delicious little cake.
Shi Qing leaned into his ear and breathed softly into his ear.
"You close your eyes, are you waiting for me to kiss you?"
The young Daochang opened his eyes with a blushing face and turned his face away: "You, you... shameless!"
"Hey, new words, our little Taoist priests will scold people."
The devil handed the cake to his mouth: "Open your mouth."
The tip of the nose is the sweet and greasy fragrance of cake, Meng Qing | lick || lick | lips, while telling herself "I was forced by the devil", while opening her mouth carefully.
When this soft and smooth cake entered his mouth, his eyes narrowed slightly when it was delicious.
After a few bites, Shi Qing had already handed over another spoon.
This time Meng Qing opened his mouth much faster than before.
The two fed the other, and when they ate this cheesecake, Shi Qing handed him the cup of milk tea, hugged the milk tea himself, and put his long legs on others comfortably again.
Maybe it's because he eats people's mouths and makes people soft, but this time Meng Qing didn't stare at him.
First, I carefully looked at how Shiqing drank milk tea, and when I consciously learned it, I carefully handed the straw to my mouth, imitating Shiqing's appearance, and took a careful sip.
The mellow milk tea entered the mouth along the straw, and then flowed warmly in his throat, which made him feel comfortable, and Shi Qing narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Does it taste good?"
Someone next to him asked him.
The young Taoist priest who had never drank milk tea nodded and replied with a little admiration, "It's delicious."
After answering, he came to his senses, turned his head, and saw that the devil was looking at him with a smile, a face full of "I am a demon" written all over it with pride.
Meng Qing: "..."
He closed his mouth and drank the milk tea angrily, and stopped looking at Shiqing.
This devil must be trying to seduce him!
He grew up in the halal concept since he was a child, and the progress of Taoism has always been the fastest among brothers and sisters. Could it be that he can still be lured by some food!
Thinking like this, Young Dao Changqing lowered his head resolutely.
Suck-
I drank a sip of sweet milk tea.
As he was drinking, Shi Qing, who was beside him, came to him again, his magnetic voice was low, and he was clearly speaking seriously, but it seemed like he was deliberately seducing people.
"The person we're waiting for is here."
Meng Qing was stunned, raised her eyes quickly, followed Shi Qing's line of sight, and saw a student in a school uniform with a schoolbag on his back, he was there quietly, as if waiting for someone.
The young Taoist priest looked at the student strangely. He was refreshing, and there was nothing obscure in his body. How could he provoke this devil.
He looked at Shi Qing vigilantly: "What are you going to do to him?"
"He's just a student, what can I do to him."
Shi Qing leaned into the young Daochang's ear and whispered, "You should know my abilities."
"As long as I look directly into a person's eyes, I can see through those eyes what the person wants from me, whether it is in the past or in the past."
Meng Qing frowned slightly, looking at the refreshing young man who was just an ordinary student no matter what: "Does he have an appeal to you?"
No, this student should have a harmonious family, loving parents, and excellent academic performance just from the perspective of his aura.
"uh-huh."
Shi Qing raised his index finger: "I see that his appeal is that I can keep a soul who committed suicide for a day."
The young Daoist's frown became more and more severe.
According to the rules, souls who died by suicide must go to the ghost world immediately, and this rule is also to protect these souls.
They commit suicide because they want to leave this world. After the world is aware of it, they will subconsciously reject them after they become souls.
Every extra second is a torment for these souls.
"You promised?"
"How can I promise something that hasn't happened yet?"
The Demon King sucked the milk tea in the straw, and seeing Meng Qing's serious face, he smiled and hooked his lips slightly: "But when it happens, I will agree."
"It's a good deal for one year of life to keep a soul for one day."
The expression on the young Daoist's face suddenly became more serious.
"Life has its own destiny. It's not right for you to buy and sell privately. Besides, if you really change it, for this soul, staying in the human world is like stepping on the tip of a knife. Even if it really stays, it will not will appreciate each other.”
Shi Qing: "That's not necessarily true."
Meng Qing was very sure: "Definitely."
He said very seriously and seriously; "I have seen a soul who committed suicide. It was trapped in one place because of a magic weapon, and it stayed for only three days, and it was forced by the pain every second. Crazy, it's gone before we extradite it."
Shi Qing: "Little Taoist priest, not every soul who committed suicide is like the one you've seen."
Meng Qing wanted to say more, but suddenly, he turned his head and looked at the gate of the campus.
"What a strong death qi."
Shi Qing held his chin, and a pair of light red eyes also looked over there.
When people just die, they are full of death energy, and the stronger the death energy, the more recent the death of the other party.
It seems that the death energy that the two of them felt at the same time is basically a death time of no more than an hour.
The Demon King took a sip of milk tea, raised his eyebrows at Meng Qing, put on sunglasses, and looked at the soul walking towards the student:
"It seems that the soul that committed suicide is him."
He got up, stretched out his hand to Meng Qing, and shook his head in the direction of the school: "Let's go, go have a look."
The young Taoist priest stood up silently, not looking at the hand that Shi Qing handed over.
Shi Qing shrugged: "Little Taoist priest, master, I order you to hold my hand."
"Monster! What else can you do except use this trick! Shameless!"
Meng Qing could only scold while watching his hand stretch out towards the Demon King uncontrollably.
Shi Qing held the hand stretched out by the young Taoist priest, scratched his palm, and raised the sunglasses to his eyebrows with the other hand, revealing a pair of beautiful eyes, and winked at the other party.
"Although I only have this trick to deal with you, but I can't help it."
Meng Qing's face turned even redder.
Since meeting with Shi Qing, his face has never been calm.
"Demon! You..."
"I know, I'm shameless."
Shi Qing put down his sunglasses, took Meng Qing's hand, and asked the young Taoist priest to lean towards him, looking very proud.
"You are my destined lover. To you, why should I pay attention to those false names? You say yes."
"you this… "
The Demon King smiled and said, "Okay, the master will now set a limit for you. In the future, every time you say something about a monster, a monster, you have to kiss me, and there is no ceiling."
Meng Qing: "..."
He looked at the Demon King angrily, unable to think of any other words to replace it, so he could only shut his mouth angrily, pretending that he was a mute.
But Shiqing still insisted on teasing him:
"Why didn't you speak?"
"Little Taoist priest? Meng Qing? Be good? Qingqing?"
Meng Qing couldn't take it anymore, stopped walking, and yelled at Shi Qing angrily; "Demon! Shut up!"
As soon as the words fell, he reacted, covered his mouth quickly, and stared at Shi Qing blankly.
Shi Qing brought his cheeks closer and pointed, "Come on."
Meng Qing: "..."
He could only watch his body lean in and drop a light kiss on this demon's white | tender cheek.
Even if he only stayed for 0.01 seconds and then quickly withdrew his body, the young Taoist priest's face was still red and red.
If it was a light red before, it is now a bright red.
He kept wiping his lips with the back of his hand, his face was full of shame and anger, and the words on his mouth turned over and over again: "You are shameless..."
****
When the two were "flirting", the atmosphere of the two young boys at the school gate was also very good.
The high school student wearing a school uniform and carrying a schoolbag saw the person he was waiting for coming, and hurriedly ran up to meet him. His eyes were full of joy. He held his schoolbag and happily greeted him, waiting for the real walk. The other party approached, and he stopped a little nervously, rubbing the shoulder straps of the backpack unconsciously.
"Mirang, you came to school today, are your parents okay?"
Miran was the boy who came over. He was pale and very handsome. Hearing the words of his lover, he shook his head slightly, and the corners of his mouth twitched hard:
"never mind."
"Is it really okay?" Chen Zeyu breathed a sigh of relief, a sunny smile appeared on his face again, and said with a little fear: "I went to find you before, but they didn't let me in, I thought you were going to be transferred. Woolen cloth."
Chen Zeyu and Mi Lang, both of them are high school students. They are students in the same class, and they have excellent grades. In addition to these similarities, they also have a special thing in common, that is, they have no feelings for girls.
After expressing their love to each other, the two got together smoothly.
This relationship lasted for a year, and it did not gradually quieten down like other people's teenage favorites, but like fine wine in the cellar, although it was hidden deep underground, it became more and more mellow and delicious.
They began to plan their futures carefully, going to the same university, the same major, looking for a job together after graduation, and renting a house together.
Even after reaching the age, going to the orphanage to adopt the baby thought about it.
But childhood love can't always be hidden, even if they try to hide it, they are still noticed.
Gossip, all kinds of rumors, along with slander and abuse, followed one after another.
Miraang was directly locked up by his family, and he was not allowed to go to school again, and began to go through the transfer procedures at the same time.
Chen Zeyu was beaten by his father with a stick, forcing him to give up the relationship.
He was beaten and couldn't get out of bed, but he still clenched his teeth and refused to give up. He waited until the seventh day. Facing the son who didn't give up after being bitten to death, his parents compromised and put him back to school.
However, Mi Lang has never been heard from. Even though Chen Zeyu went to him many times, he was kicked downstairs every time, and Mi Lang was never seen.
Chen Zeyu had no choice but to wait every day before going to school, hoping that Miran would come.
He's been disheartened these days.
Unexpectedly, today he waited.
After learning from Miraang that it was all right, the cheerful big boy was like a bird, carrying a book and surrounding his lover in circles.
"It's okay, it's okay to survive this time. In the future, we don't have to be frightened and afraid that others will find out."
"Some people are sure to gossip, don't be afraid, they just talk about it, what should we do or what, wait until we are admitted to university and leave."
When he spoke, Miran always had a smile on his pale face, and his eyes were full of tenderness looking at the optimistic lover.
Seeing that Chen Zeyu was about to take him into the school, Miran stopped without moving, but asked, "Zeyu, what do you think our future will look like?"
"future… "
Chen Zeyu didn't know why Mi Lang suddenly asked this question, but he still answered quickly:
"We should have become engineers, and we can have our own house, um... Maybe there will be a mortgage, but it's fine, the two of us pay it off, and the pressure is not too big. When we reach the age, we will adopt a baby, whether it's a boy or a baby. Girl, raised him well, he called me Big Daddy and you called Little Daddy, because I am three months older than you."
"Right!" Chen Zeyu clapped his hands, his face full of yearning for the future: "We must hold a wedding in the future, although we can't get a certificate now, but everyone will have a wedding when they get married. There is no big problem with my parents. We will slowly grind on your parents' side."
"When the time comes, there must be a pastor, who is the kind between the two of us, saying cough..." Chen Zeyu coughed a few times, deliberately lowered his voice, and imitated the pastor's tone:
"Mr. Chen Zeyu, are you willing to become a partner with Mr. Miran?"
Miran looked pale at his energetic lover, with a hint of yearning in his eyes, he said softly:
"I would."
Chen Zeyu was stunned for a moment, then smiled and stretched out his hand to pat Mi Lang's shoulder: "I know you are willing, so I..."
His voice stopped after his hand fell into the air.
The gentle lover in front of him was just there, saying to him, "I'm sorry, I left you."
Chen Zeyu stared blankly at the gradually transparent lover.
He clearly guessed it in his heart, but stubbornly refused to admit it: "Mirang, wait, what went wrong? Yes, yes, I must be dreaming, this is a dream."
He lowered his head, looked at his hands, and kept hypnotizing himself: "This is a dream, this is a dream..."
"sorry… "
Mi Lang looked at Chen Zeyu who was in a trance and just kept apologizing;
"I'm sorry Zeyu, I didn't hold back. They kept scolding me, saying that I had embarrassed my family. Relatives came to see me one by one, saying that I was sick. I was locked at home and could not go anywhere. Just sit there and listen to what's going on outside."
"They said, I'm sick and they're going to put me in a sperm hospital. They said, I'm useless, I've been raised for nothing, and even my parents said, I wish I'd never given birth to me, I'm so scared, I'm scared I was sent to the sperm hospital. I was afraid that I would be treated as a patient. I couldn't do anything every day. I could only sit there and listen to them. Talking about me, everyone thinks I'm sick..."
Chen Zeyu was in complete confusion at the moment, he shook his head and cried:
"We're not sick, it's not sick, it's innate to like the same sex, we're the same as everyone else."
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry, I'm too cowardly, I'm afraid they will look at me, I'm afraid they will send me to a sperm hospital, I'm afraid that the aunt in the courtyard who used to be very kind to me will take her granddaughter away when she sees me , I know I'm not sick, but everyone thinks I'm sick, they want to cure me, I don't want to cure, and I can't cure... "
Chen Zeyu subconsciously stepped forward to hug the broken lover to comfort him, but he only hugged it empty. He stepped back blankly and looked at the lover who continued to become transparent a little bit in front of him.
Finally, realized something.
He called out, "Mirang."
"What did you do to yourself?"
Miran looked at Chen Zeyu with infinite sadness brewing in his eyes.
"Last night, I quietly opened the door, climbed onto the roof, and jumped off it."
"It's so easy..."
He was in a trance, as if he had gone back to last night. His parents were arguing about which sperm hospital to send him to, and they blamed each other for not taking good care of him to make him a pervert.
a pervert—
Is he already a pervert in their hearts
He hadn't slept well for a long time. At first, he wanted to sleep, but his parents took turns watching him. Every time he closed his eyes, they would wake him up and force him to admit that he was sick.
After that, I couldn't sleep.
As soon as he closed his eyes, it seemed as if someone was talking to him all the time.
waste-
abnormal-
disgusting gay-
When he jumped off the roof, when he fell hard on the ground, those voices were gone.
so easy...
But after it's easy, it's regret.
It's not that I regret giving up my life, but that I regret leaving Chen Zeyu alone.
"sorry… "
He said countless times, "I'm really sorry..."
"I really, really want to marry you, have a wedding with you, sorry..."
He slowly disappeared.
This young, life that has not had time to bloom has ended at this most lively and wanton age.
The same young lover was half-kneeling on the ground in a daze, and his hands were falling down, groping on the ground.
“Mirang…”
"Mirang? Miran?"
He looked around at the place where no one was around, and shook his head persistently; "This is a dream, this must be a dream, I am dreaming..."
right! right! He is dreaming!
This is not true, Miran must be fine at home, this must not be true.
Just even if he repeats this sentence.
In his eyes, it still seemed like something was broken.
Not far behind him, the Demon King took Meng Qing's hand and asked him, "Do you still think this deal should not be done?"
Meng Qing was silent.
After a while, he said: "Before, it was narrow and narrow. Whether it is the same sex or the opposite sex, it is actually the same."
Shi Qing circled his hand: "Yes, it's just like you and me and they are the same."
Meng Qing rarely broke away this time, and only asked: "But what can they do for only one day?"
There are only 12 hours in a day, not counting the night.
Shi Qing looked at the boy who was half-kneeling on the ground, his whole body trembling, as if he could no longer support him:
"They will have a wedding."
"A wedding that I wanted for a long time, but could never wait for."
***
Chen Zeyu went to Miraang's house.
He saw dried blood on the ground.
I saw passers-by who were talking about it.
He doesn't believe it.
He was there for a long time until he saw Miran's parents come back.
The couple supported each other and could not stop crying, and relatives around them had been comforting them.
A relative said, "How can this child be so impulsive? You care about him, and it's for his own good."
Some relatives also said: "Big sister, don't cry, didn't the doctor say? The child didn't suffer when he left."
Chen Zeyu just stared blankly.
Obviously there are people everywhere, but why, he feels that the surroundings are empty.
He has been for a long, long time.
He felt like he shouldn't be standing still.
Miran likes his sports the most.
So Chen Zeyu started to walk forward, how long and where he went, he didn't know.
He just kept walking, thinking as he walked.
How did that happen.
Why is this.
They just like each other.
Miran has a good heart, and even ants are reluctant to step on it. He has never hurt anyone, and he has never hurt anyone. Why is he the one who has experienced this.
He is so sensitive, so caring about what other people think, how on earth can he endure long days and nights.
He kept walking, kept walking, and finally, came to a great hall.
The people inside asked him what he wanted to change.
He said that he wanted Miran to come back.
The man said again, the dead can't come back.
Yes, I can't come back.
Chen Zeyu, who had been numb and didn't cry, seemed to have been turned on by these words. He covered his face and finally couldn't help it, sobbing and sobbing.
The dead can't come back.
Miran will never come back.
Their future will never come again.
When Chen Zeyu was crying, Shi Qing watched him cry and handed him a tissue.
"thanks."
Chen Zeyu cried, he straightened up, his eyes were still red and swollen, but his feelings were very clear.
"I want a different wedding, can I?"
Shi Qing nodded, stretched out his hand, and a contract was created from nothing and fell into his palm.
"The tears you shed here are for a wedding."
"Sign it."
****
The white jade paved the road and the flowers fell.
The newlyweds entered the venue, and the two of them stood shoulder to shoulder and looked at each other happily.
Miran's face was still pale, he committed suicide, and the world was rejecting him all the time.
It's like the little mermaid who has changed her legs. Every step she takes is like walking on the edge of a knife.
When I was a child, I read fairy tales, and I still don't understand why the little mermaid can dance like this.
But now, when he looked at Chen Zeyu, the pain seemed to be ignored.
Meng Qing was at the top, watching the two slowly come in, and glanced at Shi Qing nervously before asking:
"Mr. Chen Zeyu, would you like Mr. Miran to be your partner?"
Chen Zeyu looked at Miran fixedly:
"I would."
"Mr. Miran, would you like Mr. Chen Zeyu to be your partner?"
A pale smile appeared on Miran's face, and he said softly, "I do."
"Then, regardless of rich or poor, regardless of poverty and disease, regardless of..."
Shi Qing looked at Mi Lang, who was having difficulty standing up, and took a breath in his direction.
Miran, who had been entangled in pain all the time, found that the pain had disappeared.
Without the shackles of pain, he can focus on the happiness of today.
After all these words found on the Internet were said, Meng Qing finally added:
"Now I announce that Mr. Chen Zeyu and Mr. Miran have become partners."
It was the first time for him to do such a thing, so he felt a little guilty and didn't know what to do.
There were only a couple of newcomers left on the stage.
They are out of time.
But the atmosphere surrounding the two was not at all anxious.
Miran even smiled and stretched out his hand to tidy up the collar for his lover:
"You look so handsome today."
Chen Zeyu also tried his best to laugh, and shook his head as he did when the two of them got along, "This is prepared by those two gentlemen, I have never worn a suit."
"I didn't wear it either."
Miraang looked down at the suit on his body, "I didn't expect that I would look good in a suit."
Chen Zeyu: "You look good in anything you wear."
Miran smiled: "School uniforms don't look good."
Chen Zeyu: "School uniforms look good too."
Miran: "Unfortunately, I won't be able to wear it again in the future."
Following these words, the two fell silent again.
They tacitly didn't speak anymore, just held hands and sat on the wedding table, snuggling together like little animals warming each other.
At the top of the wedding, a huge clock is walking.
Da da da.
The second hand pushes the minute hand, and the minute hand pushes the hour hand.
No matter how much they cherished, the moment of separation still came.
Miran could feel that he was being rejected from this world, and he raised his lips hard to make himself look more relaxed:
"It's me who's sorry for you, you'll be fine in the future."
Chen Zeyu held his lover's hand firmly, wept silently, shook his head and retorted: "It's not your fault, I know it's not your fault."
"You're right, you don't want to..."
Miran stared blankly at his lover, stretched out his hand, and gently landed on his cheek.
"sorry."
"Thank you."
He slowly dissipated, and with the direction of the wind, he was taken to another world without Chen Zeyu.
"Mirang, Miran!"
Even though he knew for a long time, at the moment of real separation, Chen Zeyu couldn't help but get up and chase his lover.
But if you can't follow it, you can't follow it.
Seeing Meng Qing staring blankly at this scene, Shi Qing waved his hand and sent Chen Zeyu back, reached out to hold the hand of the young Taoist priest, and drew his palm print with his fingertips.
"Love parting, can the Taoist have any insight?"
Meng Qing was stunned for a few seconds before she reacted, and quickly pulled back her hand with a blushing face: "Don't always move your hands and feet."
The devil raised his eyebrows: "I haven't moved my feet yet, but if you want, I can."
The young Taoist priest could never resist him, but he could only put his hands behind his back with a blushing face.
In any case, he will never give the Demon King another chance to do something.
Seeing him like this, Shi Qing stretched out his hand, and a contract fell into his palm.
The Demon King folded slowly: "Tsk tsk tsk, another year of life is in hand."
Meng Qing was stunned; "You really accepted one year of Chen Zeyu's lifespan?"
Shi Qing raised his eyes, "Do you have any opinion?"
The young Taoist hesitant, wanting to say that this is immoral, people are pitiful enough, but this is Chen Zeyu's voluntary, just like Shi Qing said before, the money and the goods are sold, both parties are willing, and he has no position. Say this.
Seeing that he didn't speak for a long time, Shi Qing 'kindly' suggested:
"Since you have an opinion, little Taoist priest, why don't you exchange it for the contract between me and Chen Zeyu. If the contract is destroyed in your hands, the things I exchanged with him will naturally be returned to Chen Zeyu."
Meng Qing's eyes lit up, looked up and asked, "What do you want?"
Shi Qingxie smiled and stretched out his hand to the little Taoist priest:
"You take the initiative to hold hands with me all day, and I will give you the contract."
Holding hands all day, for a year of life.
No matter how you look at it.
Meng Qing stretched out his hand hesitantly.
Gently, he held the Demon King's soft palm.
The author has something to say: Nine thousand five! ! !
Shouldn't such a sweet and cute little diligence be praised!
I forgot to ask for the nutrient solution in the first two chapters, and then the nutrient solution stopped again, woo woo woo, I don't move, you don't move, please continue to ask!
Today's update is over, some random little angels will send red envelopes, huh~
The following is the selection of excellent comments. The little angel who is afraid that he will forget the plot after watching it can skip it~
Chapter 56 Excellent Reviews -
Most of the little angels: [Hahahahahaha/Blue Cat speaks French/Jinjiang, Shen He] (Make you hahaha, I am very happy, yes, I was locked by Shenhe with the iron chain again, just because I bite my ears and touch the heart, I'm autistic)
The most authentic comment - [orange pink and malachite green: Of course, adultery will not be found, after all, the author will not let them be found, 2333333] (Yes, as long as the author thinks, even gold can be placed in the sky)
The best catching bug comment - [Mo Lingling: catching a bug, about 22.6% of the time is the winter vacation plan, and later it was said to be a summer vacation] (I will change this chapter, maybe I want to have a good summer vacation too much ~)
The most comforting comment - [Bai Zhou: Although, after someone else commented on Modkang, no matter how late I read the article, I would be on the sofa hahahahahahahahahaha [akimbo]] (Actually, I also feel this way, and every time I think of it I'm the only one who can see everyone's comments, and I feel a little proud)
Chapter 57 Excellent Reviews -
Most of the little angels-[hahahahaha / so funny / too good / exciting] (same as what I thought when I wrote it)
The most important comment - [Bai Shan Shan; I took a slight sniff through the air... I don't know how to complain about this sentence_(:з"∠)_] (Actually, it was locked twice without the air at the beginning. After that, the strong desire to survive made me add the air through the air, so that the reviewer can see the quality through the surface, then look inside and finally see the attack and receive some kind of eyes that can be interacted with the locked text, you can see clearly, I! No! Write! Yellow!)
The comment that most overlaps with the author's brainwaves - [Bamboo Mans and Horses: According to the previous plot, this world's small attack is 'Because it involves spoilers, the author must manually type the code, the content of the code is as follows~ Sugar tail handsome is really hardworking candy Tail handsome, lollipop, how can Tail handsome be so sweet and so cute? We all love Tang Tail handsome~ I have to say, you are really good, little angel, you guessed everything right, I must to you 666666)
Okay! Selection is over! I came today to thank a wave of gold masters, but it seems that the comments of the two chapters are a bit too much to say together. I will thank you again tomorrow! What!
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