Funny - that's what he thought at the time.
Li Langyu was fascinated by it, and the corners of his lips were raised unconsciously, his eyes bright. Cheng Hanliang just looked at him, with a smile in his eyes and sadness in his eyes, but for a moment, a very slight change, but it looked extremely heavy, and he had to hold it with both hands and keep his heart connected. He became clearer and clearer in the dim candlelight, and let out a long sigh—"The four precepts of life..."
"What?" The four precepts in life, wine, sex and wealth, Li Langyu didn't know why he suddenly mentioned this.
Cheng Hanliang lowered his head and smiled, his face hidden in darkness. After waiting for a while, he blew out the candles on the candlestick by surprise. The room was pitch black. Nothing is real.
At this time, in addition to vision, other senses are sharpened one after another.
Li Langyu smelled a familiar scent, and with the warmth in between, perched in the neck socket. He was gently pushed to the back, as if he had lost his weight, with a hoarse whisper in his ear:
"You are the wine, and you are the wealth. I'm just a layman."
Can't quit.
As June approaches, the trees in the courtyard are lush, forming a green dome in the south of the mansion. Li Langyu's leg injury has almost recovered, and she can walk on the ground, but she was not used to it at first, but after practicing more, the discomfort gradually diminished. He opened the bedroom window, and a magnolia branch happened to stick in, and the gloom in the air was also swept away.
But the leg injury is healed, but there is some old disease, which is not in the body, but in the heart.
Cheng Hanliang kept a very close and not far distance from him, as if they were restraining. Originally, it was normal to take care of such things day and night, but Cheng Hanliang was not Xiaoye and Yueqiao.
Li Langyu didn't figure out the crux of the problem, but only felt that he was ill. The shortness of breath and sweating on his back during the meeting had no reason, but in the words of traditional Chinese medicine, it became a strong yang fire. He even thought about using cold water to wash his body, but the day was hot enough, Cheng Hanliang only gave him a glance at times, and he scratched his whole body as if Yang Xu had scratched his face. But this feeling seemed to only be applied to him. After the leg injury healed, Cheng Hanliang had a lot of separation with him, and even his expression was indifferent. When Butler Zhang talked about Li Langyu, he just gave a flat response. , as if nothing had happened before. But Li Langyu was like a deep well smashed into by a stone, causing ripples, and Cheng Hanliang tried to smooth it out.
At noon that day, Li Langyu was taken to the study by Cheng Hanliang. The other party took out a pistol from the drawer, loaded it with bullets, installed a silencer, and handed it to him directly. At that time seven years ago, young children would still be able to take some self-defense, and if the last incident happened again, there would be a rescue."
The gun is a good gun. There was a target hanging on the wall of the study, about ten meters away, which was a step away in Cheng Hanliang's eyes, but it was another matter for someone like Li Langyu who had never fired a real gun.
Cheng Hanliang stood behind him, straightened his shoulders, straightened his body, turned it sideways at an angle, put his right hand on Li Langyu's triggering hand, and said the gist in his ear. Li Langyu frowned, Cheng Hanliang's breath was all over his neck, he just moved a little, and was stopped by a "don't move".
The first shot was fired by Cheng Hanliang with him. The moment the bullet was fired, there was a strong shock in the palm of his hand. Li Langyu was stunned by this real gun and live ammunition.
"Practice yourself." Cheng Hanliang stepped aside to look at him.
Li Langyu recalled the action just now and tried to fire a few shots. Unfortunately, all of them were outside the five rings. One shot missed the target and broke a vase. Xu Ma rushed over from downstairs. Thought something happened.
After a little bit of progress, but still very unsatisfactory. Li Langyu was eager to win, and the more this thing didn't go with him, the more he had to toss. Cheng Hanliang saw his impatient look, walked over, and waved his hands again to demonstrate.
"Give you ten more chances. If you don't hit within the eighth ring, I'll punish you."
"Eight Rings? You are too strong!" Li Langyu said in a hurry. He has always learned things very fast, and the gun thing gave him a good taste of frustration.
"Why didn't you ask me how to punish you?" Cheng Hanliang looked at him and turned the question to another angle.
Li Langyu was stunned for a moment, and for the sake of winning or losing, he forgot that there was still this stubborn thing. "What are you going to do?"
Cheng Hanliang narrowed his eyes, his expression suddenly serious, Li Langyu was very familiar with him—it was the usual expression when he was aiming at the target, and it was inevitable. But it was clear that the eyes were not affectionate or close, but Li Langyu suddenly felt that the feeling of a pounding heart was coming again, but the other party's calmness and alienation, it seemed that he was causing trouble for himself, Li Langyu could only turn away his face .
Fortunately, Cheng Hanliang's bowl of "calming soup" was very useful, and Li Langyu had luck in the last shot and hit the eighth ring.
"Let's practice like this in the future."
After he simply put down this sentence, he put the gun back in its place, sorted his clothes in front of the mirror, and opened the curtains. From beginning to end, all that was left to Li Langyu was his back, and he couldn't say a word.
Cheng Hanliang didn't seem to want to look back, and silently ordered Li Langyu to evict him. He didn't need to look, he knew that behind him were a pair of blazing and lonely eyes.
Li Langyu stayed where he was, and Cheng Hanliang didn't give in. This stalemate looked like it was a long time ago, until ten minutes later, Butler Zhang came from below and knocked on the door: "Fourth Master, Mrs. Song Came with her daughter as a guest."
Mrs. Song is from Fujian. She returned to her hometown not long ago. Because the Song family was taking care of Cheng Hanliang, she brought some snacks from Fujian today as a courtesy.
Southern desserts are generally small and exquisite, mainly nougat, shortcake, dried meat and the like. Li Langyu made a pot of tea and gave Mrs. Song a cup and Cheng Hanliang a cup. When Cheng Hanliang took it, he accidentally brushed the back of Li Langyu's hand with his right hand. Li Langyu's eyes moved slightly to meet Cheng Hanliang's gaze, but there was nothing.
The two chatted about inside and outside of the house. Mrs. Song was an enthusiastic host, and the chatterbox came when she opened her mouth. Li Langyu was by his side, acting as a listener. Later, the four-year-old girl of the Song family couldn't be idle, and wanted to play with Sister Cheng Lan. Mrs. Song asked Cheng Lan, and Cheng Hanliang explained: "Lanlan has been to the temple for a while, and hasn't come back yet, but it's coming soon. ."
"Good, my sister is not at home, you go to see my brother to play." Mrs. Song gave her daughter to Li Langyu, but the little girl was stubborn and started crying. Li Langyu was helpless, he was also afraid of children, especially girls.
Seeing him embarrassed, Cheng Hanliang stretched out his hand to carry the girl over, and said with a rare smile, "Uncle will take you to fish." There is a square fish tank against the wall in the living room. Cheng Hanliang put the fishing net in her hand and let her face his own fish tank. "Murdering".
Mrs. Song breathed a sigh of relief, and then chatted with Li Langyu in the east and west, and occasionally asked him to taste a few more pieces of shortbread. Li Langyu agreed and glanced at Cheng Hanliang unconsciously, as if Cheng Hanliang was hiding a piece of cake. Magnet, Li Langyu was obsessed and couldn't control himself not to look at him.
"Hey, Uncle Cheng, how about this cake? If you like it, I'll send the driver to send you a few more boxes."
Li Langyu was brought back to her senses by Mrs. Song. After realizing the gaffe, she quickly apologized, only saying that it was delicious. When he looked down, he realized that he had eaten three pieces without knowing it, and finally realized that he was full.
Cheng Hanliang heard the conversation over there, and couldn't help but turn his head to look over. Li Langyu's shy look on his face, he saw it all.
Mrs. Song stayed for an hour and then went back with her daughter. After Cheng Hanliang sent the two out, he found that Li Langyu was still sitting in the same place.
After he approached, Li Langyu raised his eyes and showed the same look in the study again. Heart palpitations, enthusiasm, anticipation, and unease were all indistinct feelings, but they were revealed clearly and nothing was hidden.
Cheng Hanliang walked over, and when he met this gaze, he frowned and hesitated a little, but finally reached out and wiped the scum from Li Langyu's mouth.
The heart of a child has always been straightforward. He knew the meaning behind the gaze. The distance between the lips of the two was only ten centimeters. No one broke the balance after advancing and retreating.
The agitating action of the Adam's apple became extremely slow, Cheng Hanliang took the lead in withdrawing, and strode away without saying a word. The thumping sound hit Li Langyu's chest again.
But soon, the back figure stopped at the stairs, and a faint sigh reached Li Langyu's ears. Cheng Hanliang paused, turned around again, and came to Li Langyu. He leaned against the armrest and hugged the back of the other's head. His movements were rude, and the kiss of the wind and rain was delivered to Li Langyu's mouth.
The intimacy was long and tacit. Li Langyu opened his mouth and received the response. He pulled Cheng Hanliang's collar, trying to make the distance even further. Cheng Hanliang understood only this action. Love's desire is like a white snake, and even that Xu Xian has lost the appearance of a scholar. The sound of water between the lips and teeth entered people's hearts, and soon a wave was set off. When Cheng Hanliang released Li Langyu, the opponent's pupils were stained with fog, and if a drop of ink was smeared into it, it was estimated that it would faint into thick black.
Li Langyu was panting and breathing rapidly, his eyes blurred, Cheng Hanliang lowered his eyelids, took him in his arms, looked at him carefully, and finally smiled, showing his long-lost warmth - "Let's go upstairs. "
Chapter Forty
A dozen stunned yellow sunlight bypassed the half-covered curtains, timidly, and crouched on the floor. The walls are flat and clean, and there are several famous calligraphy paintings hanging on the side of the bookcase. This is Cheng Hanliang's bedroom. But at this time, the swaying figure floated on the white wall, with the potential to break through the wall.
Li Langyu