The unresolved ending of the previous life, the search for a thousand years, Ying Chen has an almost morbid obsession with him.
That night, when they met for the first time, Yingchen tore his clothes to kiss him. And he has only fear for Chen, and he just wants to escape.
Unexpectedly, such a terrifying Ying Chen restrained himself, and just held his clothes behind his back and kissed him to relieve the crushing love that had been squeezed for thousands of years.
Thinking about Ying Chen who haunts him almost every night now, Wen Yu's face felt slightly hot. The dragon's sexuality is extremely obscene, it seems to be true.
He told Lin An: "If you want to think about Ying Chen in the future, you can tell me quietly. Also, don't let Ying Chen know about it."
The two played together all day, Wen Yu looked at the sunset and remembered the words Ying Chen would tell him every time he went out: remember to go home.
Yeah, it's time to go home.
What is Ying Chen doing, and waiting for him
When I saw him coming home, I didn't know how to beg and pester him again.
Wen Yu couldn't help but smile, "Lin An, let's go, it's time to go home."
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It was dark.
On the rattan table in the garden of the villa, two bottles of wine were empty. A drawing book of essays flips to an unfinished sketch of a landscape.
At the side, Ying Chen leaned on the rattan chair, looking at the gate of the villa yard.
Rong Di was talking beside him, "Wanting to see through, what you are talking about is what you are now. If you want someone to go home, just call and ask. What's the matter? Doing this is like waiting for a resentful woman."
Ying Chen: "Soon."
Rong Di: "What's coming soon?"
Ying Chen remained silent, a gentle smile gradually appeared on his calm and indifferent expression.
Under his gaze, the gate across the garden opened. A slender and handsome boy appeared in their field of vision.
The heat of the next night made the young man's complexion flushed, and the short strands of hair were wet with sweat, sticking to his cheeks and ears, his slightly raised jaw, and the tough curve of his profile carried the vigor and rebelliousness that this age should have .
Rong Di patted Ying Chen's shoulder: "It's not easy, the kid who sat and waited for a whole day is finally back."
He also shouted at Wenyu Recruitment: "Hey, human child, long time no see."
Wen Yu was startled: Ying Chen's friend? Know yourself
A man who can drink with Ying Chen should be a good friend, right
"Hello."
Wen Yu approached in a regular manner and said hello to that person.
"He is Rong Di, an old acquaintance, you don't need to pay attention to him." Ying Chen stood up from the wicker chair and greeted the young man who came home.
He took the boy's hand and asked in a low voice, "Did you have fun?"
With outsiders around, Wen Yu seemed reserved. He tried to withdraw his hand while avoiding it, and glanced at the wine bottles and glasses on the table, and said, "Go ahead, I'll take Lin An back to the room first."
"We are waiting for you to come back. Rong Di said that he would introduce some teachers to you."
Ying Chen held his hand tightly and said, "Come on, let's see if it's useful to you."
Introduce the teacher
Wen Yu asked Lin An to go back to rest first, and sat between the two in doubt.
Rongdi looked at him with complicated eyes, and asked, "Human child, you really don't remember me?"
Sitting closer, Wen Yu could clearly feel Rong Di's breath. It was the same cool breath that blew on his face when he was on the street today.
Before this person came to Ying Chen, he met himself first.
What the hell does he mean
Wen Yu pursed his lower lip and said calmly, "Sorry."
Ying Chen rubbed his head: "It's okay, there's no need to remember him."
He also urged Rong Di: "Speak the business."
"Tsk, ruthless."
Rong Di gave Chen a snort, stretched out his hand, and there was an extra document in his hand out of thin air: "I also like to engage in literature and art when I have nothing to do in my spare time. Naturally, I know some teachers in the oil painting art field."
He pushed the file in front of the boy, "Let's have a look, is there any teacher you are interested in getting to know?"
Wen Yu was surprised when he saw the photo on the first page. He is a well-known art master in China. At present, he is also a teacher at the School of Art of S University. When he participated in the early enrollment of S University, this person was also one of the examiner teachers.
But after flipping through it, there are pages and pages full of photos and brief introductions of modern and well-known domestic and foreign artists in the art world.
There are also several artists he has admired for a long time, and he went to see their art exhibitions. When he saw those unique works that are famous at home and abroad, he was even more amazed from the bottom of his heart.
Wen Yu was shocked: "Do you know them?"
"It's not just a relationship of acquaintance."
Rong Di smiled and said: "As long as I tell them that you are me and my brother. I guarantee that they will be very enthusiastic to teach you and take you."
It's like a celebrity who has been in love for a long time suddenly has the opportunity to get an autograph or even take a photo together.
Wen Yu's heart was moved, and he looked towards Ying Chen.
Rong Di observed his words and laughed out loud: "Look, I'll just say that I know what your little devil needs."
"Come on, tell me which teacher you like, and I'll give him your phone number. He will take the initiative to contact you. Whether you want to learn painting from them, or want to hold an art exhibition, or want to establish a solid foundation in the art world , it’s all a matter of one sentence.”
Ying Chen was still gently stroking his hair, and said softly: "It's okay, you can choose, his person is mine."
Wen Yu nodded.
Between doubting Rong Di's purpose and interests, Wen Yu chose the latter: "If possible, I would like to get to know this teacher Xia Mu."
Rong Di glanced at him pointing at that page: "Tsk, I really know how to pick. This person was once known as a child prodigy painter and became famous at a young age. He is currently the youngest and most powerful and famous artist in the art world. Mr. Xia is the most Good at drawing figures, especially for teenagers between the ages of 17 and 20."
Rong Di looked at Ying Chen meaningfully: "Your little ghost is so handsome, when Teacher Xia draws it, it will probably be passed down for generations."
Ying Chen: "Have you finished talking? You can go."
Rong Di: "Oh, see, throw it away when you're done using it. You ruthless man. It's so late and you're driving me away?"
He turned his target to Wen Yu, his eyes narrowed with a smile: "It's just that I will introduce you to a teacher. Don't you thank me and stay with me for one night?"
Wen Yu was thoughtful: "It's really late, if Mr. Rong doesn't mind, can you stay for one night?"
"I don't mind, of course I don't mind."
Rong Di happily shook his head: "The human child will arrange me to sleep in that room? I have been here for so long, but I haven't even entered your house."
Wen Yu stood up and took him into the house: "The hospitality is not good, Mr. Rong please."
He even said to Ying Chen who was about to get up and enter the house with him: "I'll take Mr. Rong to rest, you go to the room first."
Ying Chen:
Rong Di laughed again: "Sure enough, only you, a human child, can subdue that dragon."
He walked behind the young man, turned his head slightly to meet Ying Chen's cold and warning gaze behind him, and made a happy scissors hand.
Wen Yu arranged Rong Di on the third floor. Usually, Lin An and Uncle Zhao live on the first floor, while he and Ying Chen live on the second floor.
The third floor was hardly visited by anyone, it was spacious and quiet.
"What did Mr. Rong want from me today?"
After entering the room and closing the door, Wen Yu couldn't detect Ying Chen's breath, so he asked him bluntly.
"Give Yingchen's little ghost a meeting gift."
Rong Di smiled faintly: "That ruthless person Yingchen, if I didn't know what you want most, I wouldn't even be able to enter this door today. How can I have the opportunity to meet you, a human child? .”
Wen Yu: "Mr. Rong was joking. If you want to see me, you can do it on the street."
Rong Di was taken aback: "Oh, you can discover this?"
He sized Wen Yu up, and finally his eyes fell on the braided bracelet on the young man's left hand: "So that's it, that dragon Ying Chen really didn't even want his life for you."
Wen Yu put his hand on the bracelet: "What do you mean?"
The voice was slightly anxious, he had long felt that this bracelet was not easy to come by.
Rong Di tapped his chin lightly: "That is Ying Chen's spiritual power gathering, no matter where you go, it means that he is protecting you."
"With this spiritual body protection, you, an ordinary human, can see anything that humans cannot see. This is why you can perceive me today."
Wen Yu: "Then why did you say he didn't even want his life?"
Rong Di: "Because doing that is equivalent to stripping half of his own spiritual power to you. It is extremely life-consuming. But"
Rong Di shook his head and smiled wryly: "He probably doesn't care anymore. When he couldn't find you, it was as if he died. Now it's a profit for him to be with you for a day."
You know, the origin of the bracelet is not simple.
Wen Yu's hand touched the bracelet, and the cool touch spread between his fingers, as if Ying Chen was entwined around him, which made him feel relieved and faintly distressed.
He asked, "Do you hate me too?"
Rong Di snorted speechlessly: "You are such a kid! You can't be more reserved."
Wen Yu continued to ask: "You hate me, why did you come to introduce me to the teacher? What is your purpose?"
Wen Yu's voice turned cold: "You want to kill me too?"
"Kill you? Ying Chen has to skin me alive."
Rong Di raised his hand and tapped on his forehead: "However, before Ying Chen killed someone for you, he suffered serious backlash. When I saw him in pain, I really wanted to kill you. But now"
Rong Di took a deep breath, looked at Wen Yu and said slowly and seriously: "Fortunately, you were reincarnated as a human again. Fortunately, he found you, so that he can still live."
"What did you say backlash?"
Wen Yu's eyes widened slightly, and he suddenly felt that there were very few things he could think of right now.
But the most important thing was completely forgotten by him.
Rong Di didn't tell him, and sighed: "If you forget it, forget it. There are some things, it's better not to think about them. It's not easy for both of you, so cherish the present moment."
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Ying Chen stood at the door of the room, quietly waiting for the boy to come back. Seeing the young man push the door and enter in a low mood, he immediately hugged him into his arms.
"What did Rongdi tell you?"
Wen Yu pressed his forehead against his shoulder: "How do you know what he will say to me?"
"He deliberately seduced you just now, but you were really curious to go with him. If I had known you would be so unhappy, I shouldn't have let him in today."
Ying Chen rubbed the broken hair on the back of the boy's head, and said in a low voice, "No matter what he tells you, don't listen to him. I'm fine."
"You also know what he will tell me, so why don't you tell me."
Wen Yu pushed him away, raised the bracelet, and said, "I can't be the last person to know what you are going to do in the future."
His voice was low and deep, and there was a slight anger in his eyes.
Ying Chen held his face and coaxed him in a low voice: "Little rascal, don't be angry. There will be no such thing in the future."
Of course not.
Half of his life has been stripped away, so there is nothing else that can make Ying Chen mess around.
"Not angry."
Cherish the moment. He was also willing to spend such hard-won time being angry.
He is distressed.
Before she knew it, how much Ying Chen had paid for him.
Wen Yu wrapped his arms around Ying Chen's neck, tiptoed and kissed his lips: "Didn't you say that you want to face the mirror in the bathroom tonight?"
Ying Chen's breathing tightened, but he still managed to restrain himself: "You've been running all day, are you tired?"
Wen Yu asked in a low voice, "Are you tired?"
There was a faint provocation between the raised eyebrows.
Ying Chen lowered his head and bit the young man's light-colored upturned lips.