After a long time, the young man asked him again: "You really...don't remember me?"
Feng Jiuli looked into his eyes and couldn't speak for a while, those eyes were full of hope, floating in the water in his eyes, like a mirror that could not withstand any touch, even a gust of wind could blow it away.
Seeing his silence, the young man lowered his eyes in a daze, and also said nothing.
In the deathly silence, he suddenly heard a chuckle.
He looked up, and saw the young man closed his amorous peach blossom eyes, like a desperate little animal crying before dying, a laugh broke out from his throat, and then grew louder.
"Hahahahahahahahahaha..." The young man closed his eyes and laughed wildly until tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, and his soft voice did not stop until it became hoarse.
Feng Jiuli wondered why he was smiling happily, and just as he was about to speak, he saw the young man change his sitting posture, half leaning on the soft pillow as if he was weak and boneless, the corners of his lips curled up, and the previously suppressed charm reappeared on his face, The voice that became slightly hoarse due to laughter was mellow and charming: "Wu Yan made a joke with the general, please don't take it to heart."
"You—" Feng Jiuli frowned slightly, staring into his eyes as if he didn't believe these excuses.
Su Jinzhi turned his face away, covered his mouth and coughed a few more times. When he moved his hand away, his palm was full of bright red.
Feng Jiuli subconsciously stretched out his hand to help him, but was grabbed by the young man and held it tightly in his hand. While continuing to laugh, he spoke with a hoarse voice and sparkling peach eyes: "But nothing Yan is not feeling well today, I'm afraid she won't be able to continue entertaining the general. Why don't the general leave today, and Wuyan will make amends to the general at another day... "
As he said that, he gently released the hand that was holding him, and pushed him out of the door with some resistance.
The young man's strength is actually very small. If Feng Jiuli doesn't want to fulfill his wish, the young man can't move him even with all his strength, but Feng Jiuli was stunned by the scene where he suddenly wept and laughed wildly. When he came back to his senses, the person was already outside the door.
And Su Jinzhi, who continued to giggle in the room, was really laughing, laughing happily and happily—because Feng Jiuli gave him 50 total progress points! He drove Feng Jiuli out of the door because he was afraid that he would laugh too much and ruin his personality.
They just met and got patted on both sides! As a result, Feng Jiuli just gave him face, and the total progress value soared by 50 points! It's not at all like that fake cripple Qin Yezhou, he and Qin Yezhou have had so many dirty deals, and the total progress value has only piled up to 47 points every night, and he is so mad at him!
Even though they both look exactly alike, and their tempers are so bad, why is Qin Yezhou so stingy
The boyish voice of Machine Zero was also full of surprises: "Wow - the host is awesome!"
"Hahahahahaha... cough cough—" There was no one in the room. Su Jinzhi laughed so wildly that he forgot that he was seriously ill now. After laughing until his lungs hurt, he quickly sat down and stroked his chest.
The young man's eyes were red, his cheeks were full of tears, his clothes and hair were messy, and the purple gauze covered the ground like water mist. He lay down on the low table and smiled foolishly: "Number zero... I laugh so hard It hurts... Fuck... I-I'm going to get sick, right?"
Su Jinzhi smiled and couldn't stop laughing. He found that he was a little out of breath and coughed a few times to choke up a lot of blood foam.
"Ah—" Zero exclaimed, and quickly comforted Su Jinzhi, "It seems so, Lord Host, but don't worry, Doctor Yun will come in to save you soon, you won't die!"
Su Jinzhi: "..."
Su Jinzhi clutched his chest, coughing up blood and staring, his face full of lovelessness.
In Yun Mengchen's memory, Hua Wuyan, the host of Huaqi Tower, and Chongluo's former young son of the Jun family have always been a quiet person. The world only sees his gorgeous skin and flesh during the day, but they can't see him. Painful bloody bones in the night.
But even if he saw it, he still couldn't avoid it.
Like all the people in the world who admire the youth, he also wants to hold the warmth of his whole body in the palm of his hand and send it to the youth, so as to dispel the loneliness that lingers around him all the time.
It's just... he already has someone he loves deeply.
If not, Yun Mengchen felt that he would definitely take him away from this world of mortals and put him in his palm like a treasure to take care of him carefully.
But most of the time, Yun Mengchen would still silently pray viciously in his heart, hoping that the person the young man was waiting for would never come back.
But such a dream did not last long.
Dreams will wake up sooner or later, and lies will be exposed one day.
Yun Mengchen was thinking in a daze, but as soon as his thoughts came to this point, he heard a hoarse laughter from upstairs. The sound passed through the wooden corridor and turned several times before reaching his ears, but he could still hear it. Who is the owner of this voice.
His pupils shrank suddenly, and he ran towards the Peony Pavilion, and Xi Le quickly followed after seeing this.
"Jin Zhi!"
Standing outside the door, Feng Jiuli was listening to the voice of the person in the room who seemed to be smiling but not smiling, or crying but not crying. He was pacing and hesitating whether to go in, when he saw his senior brother Yun Mengchen with a scorched face, calling out to the person. The words came from downstairs.
Feng Jiuli gave a low laugh, and turned around to leave, but Yun Mengchen grabbed his collar suddenly, and heard him shouting word by word: "Feng Jiuli!"
"Brother." Feng Jiuli raised his eyes and looked back at him with a faint expression, "What's the matter with you?"
Yun Mengchen heard Xi Le who broke into the house and called Su Jinzhi's name in a panic, closed his eyes and let go of his hand, turned and entered the house without saying a word.
Feng Jiuli lowered his eyes and straightened his messed up collar, and when he raised his eyes to look at the room, the darkness in his eyes rose, intertwined like a dense net.
"Jun Dang Changle, like silk and satin, beautiful... Jinzhi." He repeated the young man's name in a low voice, paused for a few breaths, and said, "Wuyan is my Wuyan today, but Jinzhi doesn't know whose. Jinzhi."
The twilight is getting darker, the stars are gradually rising, and the long street outside the building is still noisy.
Yun Mengchen sat on the edge of the bed and gave Su Jinzhi the needle, staring blankly at the peony on the young man's right collarbone bursting with blood and bursting due to pain, and slowly withering after the needle was pulled out. After wandering for a while, he came back to his senses, hastily pulled up the young man's open clothes, tucked up the quilt for him, and then got up to pack the medicine box.
With red eyes, Xi Le hurriedly soaked a wet handkerchief to wipe off the cold sweat of the young man on the bed, and kept wiping away tears: "Young master, who is provoking someone... I just gained a little meat and lost weight in just a few days... Huh..."
Yun Mengchen heavily exhaled the turbid air he had been holding in his chest all this time, got up and opened the window of the young man who was afraid of being frozen due to the needle application, saw the sun that was about to sink outside, and just after closing the window screen, he heard the young man on the other side of the bed. Calling that person's name again: "Ashan...Ashan..."
Listening to his raving, Yun Mengchen's body froze suddenly.
Xi Le cried even worse, lying on the edge of the bed and said, "Young master... Young master... don't miss him..."
Yun Mengchen was upset by his crying, and shouted in a low voice: "Don't cry, disturb Jinzhi's rest."
Xi Le quickly stopped crying, and whispered with her mouth puckered: "I don't know who is Ah Shan who the young master has been studying for so many years, how could he be willing... to make the young master so sad..." As he spoke, Xi Le couldn't help crying again, "Young master is so good, but his body is so weak... I don't know how many more years I can survive like this... Miracle doctor Yun! Miracle doctor Yun! You must save son, only you can save son! Wuwu..."
Yun Mengchen looked at Xi Le who was kneeling beside him, and frowned tightly: "Of course I will save him, you get up first."
Xi Le got his assurance, wiped away her tears and stood up from the ground: "Then Xi Le is going to cook medicine for the young master first!"
After Xi Le left, Yun Mengchen glanced at the young man on the bed who seemed to be weak to the end of his life, and his eyes suddenly turned red. He quickly blinked twice to relieve the soreness in his eyes, turned around and continued to look out the window at the Peach Blossom Street that stretched for ten miles.
The spring scenery on the long street is just right, but the life of the young people is like a little residual red at the end of spring, trembling and ready to fall.
Of course he would save him, why wouldn't he save him? But how can he save him
After all, no matter how beautiful the spring scenery is, sooner or later it will be buried in the winter snow.