When he carried it into the house, he found that it was dark inside, and there was no light on. He called out to Xu's mother in the living room, and after a while, he vaguely saw Xu's mother walking in from behind and said, "Fourth Master, it's raining today, and the power is cut off in this area."
"Find some candles, light them, and I'll fetch them later."
For this reason, when Cheng Hanliang carried Li Langyu upstairs, he stepped on the stairs very carefully. Li Langyu raised his head to look at him, the outline was already hidden in the darkness, and he couldn't see clearly, only the other party's breathing could be heard.
"Butler Zhang said that you didn't sleep in those days."
Cheng Hanliang said: "What should be done."
Just three words, and I didn't want him to respond.
"Why?" he asked, and then he heard a soft sigh—"Probably... Zhiyong is too drowning."
Li Langyu's heart trembled, his fingers clenched a little, he suddenly felt that he could not understand the man in front of him, or that he had never understood it before. It was Cheng Hanliang who tortured him, who consoled him was also Cheng Hanliang, who insulted him was Cheng Hanliang, and it was also Cheng Hanliang who loved him and pity him, so which one is true
Cheng Hanliang carried him into the bedroom and put him on the bed, "I'll go down and get a candle, you wait a while."
The doors and windows in the bedroom were closed, and it was almost completely dark at this time, only a figure could be seen swaying, followed by the sound of footsteps walking away. In such an environment, Li Langyu was a little nervous for no reason, and the phrase "wisdom and courage are more trapped in one's life" still haunts his mind, like a lantern riddle in the Lantern Festival, and he became the one who broke the game, but in the end, the answer was not The rousing slogan is not an obscure awakening aphorism, but a gentle love sentence, which is too outrageous.
Just when he was thinking like this, there was a faint candlelight at the door. Holding the candlestick, Cheng Hanliang walked over step by step, the halo hit his handsome face, and the bright yellow light showed a little joy in the square.
Li Langyu stared at him, her heart beating fast. It is not unreasonable for the ancients to have a taste of the beautiful scenery of good times and candlelight night tours.
Cheng Hanliang put the candlestick on the bedside table, and Li Langyu noticed that it was actually a red candle.
"We ran out of white candles at home, so we can only replace them with these first." He explained, and took a pillow and stuffed it behind Li Langyu's back, making him half-lying, asking, does his leg still hurt
"It's fine during the day, but it's itchy at night." Li Langyu answered truthfully. At this moment, he was lying on his side, his body relaxed, and his voice became lazy.
"That's a sign of recovery, don't worry, but remember to change the medicine frequently." Cheng Hanliang stretched out his hand to brush the broken hair in front of his forehead for him. When he touched it, his forehead was sweaty and his face was hot, but it was not a sign of fever.
Li Langyu's heart was inexplicably throbbing, but now he felt uncomfortable, and those eyes were too focused and calm, making it difficult for him to escape.
He pushed Cheng Hanliang's hand away, and the other party asked, what happened.
"You have indeed changed a lot compared to before."
"Are you getting old?" Cheng Hanliang approached, with a coaxing smile in his voice.
Li Langyu lowered his eyes, shook his head and said, "You used to be quite cold, you looked fierce, and I didn't see you and other people being hot, and I didn't see you smiling."
Said ten years ago. Cheng Hanliang sighed lightly: "So you still remember." He hadn't thought about the past for a long time, and he knew that in the eyes of others, he had always been cold and reserved, but he suddenly wanted to ask Li Langyu, why did you want to be when you were a child? stick to me? Of course, this sentence was not asked.
"Later, I saw you for the first time when I returned to Peiping, and you laughed at me, but you were obviously not close to strangers."
Cheng Hanliang couldn't help laughing at the moment, don't approach strangers, just approach you. He leaned down and placed the pillow flat as Li Langyu, and said, "Go to sleep."
But Li Langyu suddenly grabbed his wrist and said with clear eyes, "You can sing a few words... Either "Night Run", "Wujiapo", whatever, I want to hear it."
"Why do you suddenly want to hear it, didn't you say you didn't like it last time?"
In fact, you sang very well - this sentence stuck in your throat and couldn't come out even if you tried your best. Cheng Hanliang pulled the quilt for him on a whim, but said that it was getting late, and he would talk about it later.
Seeing that he was about to leave, Li Langyu shouted out uncontrollably: "Actually, in Qinchun Garden that day, before you came over, the person I thought of was you!"
Cheng Hanliang paused, turned around, and met a pair of extremely sincere eyes, clear and bright, clean and bright. He knew he couldn't escape.
"Lang Yu." He walked to the bed again, approached the other's young face, and said with a complicated expression, "Do you know that I have desires for you."
Chapter thirty nine
"Do you know that I have a desire for you?"
These words have been said clearly enough, Li Langyu's expression is tense, and the pair of eyes that have just been so lonely now also show timidity. He pursed his lips and frowned, so as not to let the cowardice vent, but even if he was bluffing, Cheng Hanliang only said a word, and this "empty city plan" could not be sung.
"Lang Yu, tell me, what are you thinking?"
The candle light flickered and burned the wall, Li Langyu slowly closed his eyelashes, he couldn't answer, and subconsciously chose to turn his head away. After a long time, Cheng Hanliang bowed down and buried his head in his neck. Hot lips against icy skin.
Li Langyu's body stiffened, and a burst of cold air was drawn between his nose. Cheng Hanliang promptly said, "Don't be afraid, I want to take a good look at you."
The two of them have been together for a long time, and they are either in vain or arrogant, or they are at war with each other, but they have never looked at each other well, and there is always a window paper in the middle.
Cheng Hanliang's life was filled with great fortune and great suffering. So far, for thirty-six years, Li Langyu has accounted for a quarter of them, from the age of six to fourteen. It's a coincidence that the age of 2000 seems to be the fate between him and this child.
But this fate is inherently thin, he has a lonely temperament, and good things always have to be taken back. Cheng Hanliang also agreed.
He stroked the other's forehead and unbuttoned Li Langyu's clothes with one hand, feeling like brocade under his palm. His narrow waist looks like he can't bear any strength, but he is full of strength in his bones, just like a human being. Cheng Hanliang clasped his waist and slowly put his left hand into the belt of his trousers. The two of them did not look at each other, but one was staring honestly, and the other was fighting against passion.
The moment Li Langyu was grasped, Li Langyu shuddered, his bones seemed to be stretched in all directions, as if he was stuck in boiling water, unable to break free, unable to escape. Li Langyu grunted a few times, then turned his face away. The shameful part was grabbed by the other party, and his excitement crawled through his body like a snake. He wanted to speak, but only a few words, which sounded like crying.
Cheng Hanliang suddenly said, you have an injured leg and will not do that to you.
He exposed one eye and blinked twice, as if he was tasting the meaning of Cheng Hanliang's words, but he had not yet had time to understand that the sudden damp heat from below instantly drowned his sanity, and Cheng Hanliang actually put his place in his mouth. .
Li Langyu instinctively arched his body, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, uncontrollably letting out a lustful sound. He couldn't believe Cheng Hanliang's actions at this time, and he glanced reluctantly.
The wet sweat flowed down his arms into his fingers, Li Langyu shy face, all the muscles stretched into a stretched rope, Cheng Hanliang forcibly pressed his shoulders, unbuttoned his shirt with one hand, threw it, covered it Li Langyu's face. The white cloth blocked his view, which seemed to be the meaning of a fig leaf, and he gradually had the illusion of peace of mind under this so-called "protection", even though the essence was no different from hiding one's ears and stealing a bell. A few strands of broken hair were stuck on Li Langyu's temples. He sometimes cried loudly, and sometimes showed joy. The smell of the shirt was poured into his nose and mouth with rapid breathing. He felt that Cheng Hanliang's breath was everywhere, and his Pain and lust, his burden and indulgence, are all exposed at this moment.
When it was almost time, Cheng Hanliang slowly backed out. He half picked up Li Langyu, his clothes slipped, and his clear water eyes stared at him blankly. Cheng Hanliang's hair was already half wet, while Li Langyu was just pulling it out of the water. The two seemed to be drenched in a pouring rain from their bodies and minds, washing away a little darkness.
Cheng Hanliang brought his lips together, but after a short distance, he stopped. He put Li Langyu in his arms, put it on his cheek, patted his back, and snorted a few words softly—"The slave tore the cassock, buried the Tibetan scriptures, abandoned the wooden fish, and lost the cymbal. Going to subdue demons, you can't learn from the South Sea Moon Avalokitesvara."
It was actually "Si Fan".
Li Langyu's eyes became clear, and he said that men are afraid of "Night Run" and women are afraid of "Si Fan". He looked at Cheng Hanliang again, only to feel a smile on the other's face and a smile in his eyes.
"Are you going to sleep?"
Li Langyu shook his head.
"This... You really can toss people. The tune was sung for you, and people stayed for you. What do you want me to do for you?"
Li Langyu stared at him without saying a word, as if this sentence of feigned anger had been wronged all his life.
Cheng Hanliang sighed silently, the red candle was half burned. He took out a few thin leather ropes from the drawer, made Li Langyu change direction, and leaned back against his arms. The leather rope is threaded, twisted left and right, and finally turned into a dragonfly.
The yellowish candlelight flickered, Cheng Hanliang placed the plastic woven dragonfly in Li Langyu's palm and lowered his head to see the expression on his face.
Li Langyu held the dragonfly, and suddenly remembered the one hanging under Diesheng's fan in Guangzhou at that time. The other party told him that he learned from Cheng Hanliang. He was surprised. How could Cheng Hanliang make such a gadget? Without authorization, I imagined a scene where two people nest together and weave dragonflies. It's very affectionate