His lips suddenly paled, along with his face.
Yan Shuo looked at him silently, Shen Zhifan faintly felt that his heart was bound by an invisible net, wrapped tightly, and even the pulsing of his heart was struggling.
He murmured his lips twice silently, but finally closed them weakly, with a thousand thoughts in his head.
Finally, his eyes fell on Yan Shuo's slightly wrinkled brows, and his heart suddenly relaxed, and there was a sense of trance that he didn't care about anything.
So he just smiled at him in the end.
"Really, I also think... If one day you stand in front of me, I can recognize you too."
Yan Shuo was stunned by his smile. He seemed a little surprised. His heart palpitated like an electric shock. His eyes rolled slightly, and his eyelashes trembled.
But his smile made him feel a vague sense of unease.
"you… "
"I… "
The voices of the two stopped abruptly, and there was some embarrassment for a while.
In the end, Yan Shuo sighed and stood up slowly. The ambiguous atmosphere just now disappeared. He glanced at him silently, as if waiting for his explanation.
But Shen Zhifan didn't know where to start.
Don't know what to say either.
What should I say, he wiped his face helplessly and sat awkwardly on the edge of the bed for a while, still not knowing what to say.
If you don't say that, what else can you say
I can't say that this bed is very soft, big and comfortable to sit on.
Shen Zhifan thought embarrassingly, bowed his head, a little confused and a little nervous, but the longest and slender legs that he could see without looking up made him feel like moving.
"I remember," Yan Shuo took out a cigarette from his pocket, the tiny fire and the stars flickered, and then went out, his fingers trembled slightly, and finally put it back a little disappointingly, "before you Said you were going to deal with Ferdinandia."
Shen Zhifan was silent for a while, and finally nodded.
"Are you lying to me?"
"No," Shen Zhifan raised his head quickly, and after meeting his gaze, he lowered his head and smiled dryly, "I... I have no ill intentions towards you."
"No malice?" Yan Shuo's throat suddenly dried out, and he looked at him closely, as if he wanted to see a flower on that cold, pale jade face.
But couldn't see anything.
The young man sitting on the bed looked very distant and unfamiliar.
He was wearing a waiter's clothes, but even in a white simple suit, it still made him look like jade, showing that his foundation was really good.
There was no expression on his face, and he did some tricks on his face. He didn't look as handsome and cold as before, but he was still covered in frost and couldn't see clearly.
If there is no malice, then... what about affection
His throat rolled, but he didn't say it. He didn't want to make himself more embarrassed, so he could only cough lightly and turn his head.
"Aren't you a little arrogant, if Ferdinand is relying on you-"
Shen Zhifan felt a stab in his heart and interrupted Yan Shuo in a low voice: "Sir, this is a personal grudge between me and Ferdinand."
Yan Shuo looked at him fixedly, frowning tightly together: "This is not a conflict, we can cooperate."
Besides, even if it's not cooperation, depending on our relationship—
Yan Shuo was about to blurt out these words again, but his throat was blocked.
With their relationship, what relationship do they have
The relationship of sleeping in the same bed overnight is still the life-saving grace of the past, or...
His heart twitched suddenly, and he felt so uncomfortable for a while that air was pouring into his heart, and even the corners of his eyes twitched.
"No," Shen Zhifan let out a long sigh, he finally accepted his fate, and a faint wry smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth, "You don't understand."
"... What don't you understand?" Yan Shuo looked at him quietly.
What else could he not understand, how could he be intolerant
He didn't even ask him why he left, why he came back, and what to do.
"I can't cooperate with you," Shen Zhifan lowered his eyes, the color of his pupils was pale, but he was still too deep to see any emotion inside, "Sir, I lied to you last time, I couldn't do it. ."
Yan Shuo stared at him: "What do you mean?"
Shen Zhifan chuckled lightly: "I don't want this country... I don't want to have more entanglements with this country."
Yan Shuo was taken aback: "Why?"
Shen Zhifan's eyes suddenly turned cold, his eyes turned up very slowly, the sight was suffocating, the light next to him fell, and there was a bluish cold reflection.
"My family, everything I have been displaced since... was persecuted by the empire. I can't do anything, I can't convince myself to be loyal to such a country."
Yan Shuo felt that his head was getting bigger, and his mind quickly flashed through Shen Zhifan's past and everything he could understand.
Finally he looked at him deeply: "Do you want to tell me?"
Shen Zhifan knew what he was talking about, he was silent for a while, and finally nodded.
"My home is in N-192," Shen Zhifan's voice was low, his voice was originally clear as a teenager, but at this time it was unbelievably hoarse, "It is a barren and backward place, where the People are warm and simple, and there is absolutely no way to compare with Emperor Planet. It is prosperous and indifferent. Most of them have no pursuit, even if they live hard, they are willing to seek stability. "
Shen Zhifan raised his eyes, his eyes were so bright that they seemed to penetrate people's hearts.
"Not just N-192, planets like this, inhabitants like this, there are thousands upon thousands, my lord, please tell me, have they done anything wrong? If such a life is possible, it can be done just by the selfishness of those people. If you plunder it casually, will this country still be saved?"
Yan Shuo was shocked: "Are you talking about the N galaxy explosion?"
"Yes," Shen Zhifan's voice rose two inches, his throat moved, and his palms clenched on the sheets, "I used to think that this was our misfortune, but I never maliciously speculated that these tens of millions of lives were lost. They are all considered to be destroyed, and the reason may be just to hide their dirty deeds and kill the lives of those innocent people in this way."
Yan Shuo looked at him complicatedly, and was speechless for a while.
"Before they died, they didn't even know that they were abandoned at will," Shen Zhifan couldn't help but get emotional and raised his voice, "Is it really necessary for such a country and such a leader to exist?"
"Sorry," Shen Zhifan raised his eyes, "When I knew that this country might face its demise, I didn't feel sad, but felt happy, even... relieved."
Yan Shuo's lips moved slightly, and he looked at the dejected young man silently.
"Do you know the reason," he bit his lower lip tightly, looking so pale, so hard, but still fragile, "because of 'Silver,' because we're the so-called potion of immortality, they thought To survive, we must deprive us of our lives, and it is hard for me to imagine that this is what will happen in a country of advanced civilization."
The five fingers he held on to the sheets suddenly loosened.
He never thought to tell Yan Shuo that Shen Zhifan's life was pale and full of ups and downs, that he had already given away his only concern, that this world made him hang in the shadows, and he was only waiting for the final outcome.
- Kill Ferdinand, or be killed by Ferdinand.
If possible, he also thought of the moment when he saw the destruction of this kingdom.
However, this is another kind of escape. He knows that he has no ability to seek justice for those thousands of lives, so he would rather watch it like this despicably.
Willful and incompetent, but what can he do
Shen Zhifan wiped his face, his eyes were slightly foggy, but they dried up quickly, just like his current appearance, as cold as a stone statue standing in the wild grass for thousands of years.
"... Sylvia." Yan Shuo lowered his head and repeated, "I saw it in my dad's notes back then, but I didn't expect it to exist."
Shen Zhifan moved his fingers slightly and looked up at him.
"Silver, the legend of immortality."
Yan Shuo spoke again and looked down at him.
Shen Zhifan hid the blade in his eyes and covered the blood and bones: "Yes, I am Sivir."
Yan Shuo took two steps forward and bent down, Shen Zhifan didn't dodge, just sat quietly and looked up at him.
The eyes of the two people are intertwined, one high and the other low.
Even breathing was silent, and the lights in the room were surprisingly bright for a while, but even the light was kept secret.
Shen Zhifan looked at him steadily, but Yan Shuo strangely saw a few pleadings in his frost-blade-like eyes.
He thought for a while, then reached out and touched his cheek.
Shen Zhifan was stunned for a moment, his eyes rolled twice, and he looked at him blankly.
"Is this your secret?"
Shen Zhifan paused, and almost burst into tears.
"Maybe yes, my lord."
Yan Shuo was silent for a while, then bent down.
He lowered his head and dropped a feathery kiss on his lips.
Shen Zhifan didn't dodge, as if he had explained everything, he was not afraid of anything, and he didn't care about anything.
He just shivered, and the net that bound his heart cut two more points.
But the kiss was gentle.
He suddenly remembered the fable he had read many years ago.
The wind and the sun made a bet on who could take off the traveler's clothes.
The wind whistled and curled, and the traveler shivered, but not a single piece of clothing was blown away, but instead began to pile up clothing.
Only the sun, which gently and quietly increased the temperature, made the traveler take off his clothes willingly.
When Shen Zhifan saw this story, he only thought that Gu Feng was so stupid. Now, when he came into contact with this kiss as calm as the sun in the story, he suddenly realized how pitiful the traveler is.
Travelers don't want to take off their clothes.
But this kiss was so powerful that Shen Zhifan couldn't resist.
"Can I ask a question, maybe it's a little stupid," Shen Zhifan looked up at him, "Why did you kiss me?"
"You asked once." Yan Shuo's fingers still stroked Shen Zhifan's face, his eyes were gentle and addicted, like the warm Semu River, "I didn't tell you that time, this time I will tell you."
"Because actually every time I see you, I want to kiss you, so I do."
Shen Zhifan lowered his eyes: "Sir, I am Sivir."
"You..." Yan Shuo paused, suddenly feeling confident, "Aren't you my lover, didn't you promise?"
Shen Zhifan stared at him in a daze, suddenly at a loss: "I...but I..."
"I don't care about that," Yan Shuo snapped his chin, and Shen Zhifan's Dao Shuang disguise finally fell apart, "I only care, do you want to kiss me or not."
"Do you want to kiss me, Zhifan?"
It sounded like a spell and like a thorny thorn.
The gentle weak water is also the sunshine in the fable.
"I think," Shen Zhifan murmured softly, looking at him again, "I want to kiss you, my lord."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Shuo's kiss covered him again.
He didn't know why, but the tears fell down.
For the traveler who has experienced the wind, the later must be the best sunshine.