"Allen! Allan!" Zhao Jingting was so busy that he chased after him.
"General... What should I do with Lieutenant General Liao?" A lieutenant general who was a good friend of Liao Chongwu was so busy that he grabbed Zhao Jingting and asked cautiously, "If you really ignore him and let him lie outside like this, I'm afraid... I'm afraid he will be given before midnight. so cold."
"Then let him freeze to death." Zhao Jingting glanced at the unconscious man on the ground and said coldly, and then entered the backyard without looking back.
backyard.
Sleeping hall.
"What happened just now?" Zhao Jingting chased Xie Lun into the bedroom anxiously. As soon as he entered, he saw Xie Lun sitting on the bedside, facing the candlelight. He could tell that he was angry, and his chest was heaving violently. Zhao Jingting was so busy that he pulled a stool and sat in front of him. He reached out to grab Xie Lun's hand and coaxed him, "Why are you so angry after I left for a while? Is Liao Chongwu having trouble again?"
Liao Chongwu was interested in Xie Lun. This could not be seen by others, but it could not be hidden from Zhao Jingting, who was Xie Lun's pillow. The way Liao Chongwu looked at Xie Lun always made Zhao Jingting angry, but he was not easy to get angry. After all, Liao Chongwu was Liao Chongwu, his brother who had followed him through life and death for many years, and who had a fiery vision, had actually never done anything to Xie Lun. However, looking at the situation just now, Zhao Jingting naturally guessed it.
"No, I'm too lazy to be angry with him." Xie Lun said dullly. Facing Zhao Jingting's concerned eyes, he felt a little sore in his heart. Liao Chongwu's words were not completely unreasonable. Zhao Jingting was indeed not young anymore, although he had always been in good health. Not inferior to young people, but after all, age is here. This year, there is a new wrinkle at the corner of the eye, and there seems to be a lot more gray hair on the temple, which makes Xie Lun panic.
Of course, he didn't think Zhao Jingting was old. From the age of nine, he knew that Zhao Jingting was a man nearly twenty years older than him. He didn't think that the fifteen-year age difference was anything before, but since he really got Zhao Jingting, he This kind of panic arose in his heart. The sweeter and happier he was, the more panic he felt. This was something he couldn't control, and it was also the thing he kept secret the most. But today, Liao Chongwu poked at his heart.
"What's going on?" Zhao Jingting was very patient. Xie Lun always had a sharp tongue and a bad temper, but he was never really angry. Today, it was the first time that Zhao Jingting saw Xie Lun get angry. He gently rubbed Xie Lun. His hand was caressing inch by inch, gently and carefully, "Can't Allen even tell me?"
"Zhao Jingting, I probably wouldn't be able to live without you." Xie Lun looked at the hands held by the two of them calmly, his voice was smooth and smooth, as if he was speaking to Zhao Jingting, but also seemed to be talking to himself.
Zhao Jingting was startled: "Alan? What are you..."
He didn't know what Xie Lun meant when he suddenly said such words, and he didn't know why Xie Lun would express such emotion on this lively and festive New Year's Eve.
"Zhao Jingting, you may not know how much I like you," Xie Lun suddenly stopped what he was saying, raised his head, and looked at him unblinkingly with his black and white eyes. The young man who was always shy about expressing love, this At this time, he threw away all his shyness. He held Zhao Jingting's hand tightly and said with deep affection in every word, "Zhao Jingting, I am one year older during the Chinese New Year. I am thirty-one years old. Don't look at me." You are not very old, but I have loved you for a long time. Zhao Jingting, I have loved you for twenty-two years.”