After walking around in the dimly lit night for a long time, it was almost ten o'clock when I got back.
The elders in the family are all asleep, and only lights are left for them in the front and rear gardens.
When Wen Yuanchu changed his shoes, Ling Song ran to the kitchen to open the refrigerator to get water because he was thirsty.
He gurgled and poured iced mineral water, and stared at the back garden outside the kitchen.
His eyes suddenly stopped, he was taken aback for a moment, and then he coughed violently.
Choked.
The people embracing each other under the shadow of the tree heard the voice, and the one facing Ling Song raised his head to look at him. The dim light reflected the extreme displeasure in the sharp eyes of the other party.
It was Wen Yuanchu's taciturn uncle named Wen Ying.
Ling Song was startled, a palm was covered from behind, blocking his eyes.
Wen Yuanchu's familiar breath approached, Ling Song was slightly relieved.
The heart is still pounding.
If he was not mistaken, the person in his arms was the beautiful uncle, and they were kissing just now.
Is this the relationship
After regaining consciousness, Ling Song blushed, grabbed Wen Yuanchu's hand, and whispered, "Don't block it..."
Wen Yuanchu put down his hands, and Wen Yan came out from behind the tree, without the slightest embarrassment of being bumped into by the junior, and waved to Ling Song with a smile: "Child, come here and chat with brother."
Ling Song looked back at Wen Yuanchu subconsciously, Wen Yan smiled and pushed him away: "What do you think Yuanchu is doing? What do you need to ask for his permission? How promising."
Wen Yuanchu patted his waist lightly.
Ling Song went out.
The cold-faced uncle looked at him, said nothing, and went in first.
Wen Yan signaled to Wen Yuanchu who was still standing in the kitchen: "Yuanchu, you go back to your room first, I'll say a few words to Xiao Song, are you still afraid that I'll eat him?"
Wen Yuanchu lightly pursed the corners of his lips, although he was a little worried, he could only go upstairs first.
Wen Yan went to the kitchen to find something to eat, and sat down with Ling Song on the cool chair in the garden, asking Ling Song to accompany him to eat supper.
Ling Song just ate too much outside and couldn't fit it, so he just opened a carton of milk and took a sip from time to time with a straw in his mouth.
Wen Yan looked at him and smiled: "Xiao Song, have you taken a fancy to our Yuanchu?"
"-cough."
Ling Song choked again.
Wen Yan was amused by his reaction: "Sure enough, you are thin-skinned. If you like it, you will like it. There is nothing wrong with admitting it."
After all, he was not familiar with this handsome uncle in front of him, and Ling Song was very embarrassed when he was directly exposed by the other party: "Brother Yan, don't tell him, I still want to pick a good time to confess to him,... just don't know Will he agree?"
For the last sentence, Ling Song's voice dropped.
Although he had already made up his mind to tell Wen Yuanchu tomorrow, but he didn't really know what to do.
As for Wen Yuanchu's piece of wood, it would be great if he could learn from his cousin sometime.
The cold-faced uncle looked cold and not easy to get close to. He saw it when he was with his relatives just now, and he was very enthusiastic and domineering.
He really envied the handsome uncle in front of him.
It's true that the same person has different fate.
Wen Yan narrowed her eyes and smiled: "Did you see it just now?"
Ling Song blushed and nodded.
"Let me teach you, you don't need to say too much about the confession, just kiss him directly."
"...Really? What if he is not happy?"
"You don't care if he's happy or not, even if he rejects you, you'll still make money if you kiss him."
Ling Song thinks about it, seems to be such a reason
Wen Yan saw that he was being educated with an open mind, and was very satisfied, and patted him on the shoulder: "Young children can be taught, go."
Ling Song thanked him: "When the matter is settled, I will treat Brother Yan to dinner."
Wen Yan smiled and stretched: "Okay, we will take you to play in a few days. We are more familiar with Yuanchu here in Beijing. Where do you want to go?"
Ling Song thought for a while and said, "I want to visit the tombs of Emperor Cheng Dynasty."
Since he's here, he has to pay homage to his ancestors, right? Otherwise it would be unreasonable.
Wen Yan looked at him with more subtlety: "It's okay, but this is the first time I've seen a student of your age who is interested in the ancient emperor's tomb."
Ling Song laughed and laughed: "It's fun, I want to see it."
When he returned to his room, Wen Yuanchu had already taken a shower and was sitting on the sofa blowing his hair.
Wet water slid down the side of his face.
Ling Song was aroused by the scene of the handsome man coming out of the bath, so he sat down on him, sniffing around with his dog's nose.
It smells so good.
It smells better after taking a shower.
I really want to swallow it in one gulp.
Wen Yuanchu pressed his head and pushed him away.
Ling Song winked at him: "Do you know what your uncle told me?"
"Do not want to know."
"I don't want to tell you yet."
The more Wen Yuanchu ignored him, the more Ling Song wanted to make trouble with him: "Wen Yuanchu, have your two cousins always had that kind of relationship? You are not surprised at all, do grandparents know?"
"I know, everyone in my family knows, I have passed the Ming Road."
Ling Song turned his mind and asked him again: "Then, what do you think?"
"It has nothing to do with me, what can I think?"
"Two men together, can you accept it?"
Wen Yuanchu still said: "It has nothing to do with me."
Ling Song pushed him angrily.
Play the piano to the cow.
Wen Yuanchu raised his hand and rubbed him into his arms: "Stop making trouble."
"I don't want to talk to you."
"I'll answer your question just now, as long as you like it, gender doesn't matter."
Ling Song's phrase "Then do you like me?" came to his lips, but he didn't say it.
Forget it, it's decided that tomorrow will be tomorrow.
If he was rejected in the middle of the night, he would have nowhere to go, so it wouldn't be embarrassing.
The next day, they went to the Forbidden City early in the morning.
On the second day of the Lunar New Year, the weather was cold and it snowed last night. The two of them came early and hardly saw other tourists.
When Wen Yuanchu went to buy tickets, Ling Song stood at the gate of the palace and breathed out, staring blankly at the white mist in front of him.
After buying the tickets, Wen Yuanchu came back: "Are you in a daze?"
Ling Song came back to his senses, smiled, and said, "I'm nervous."
"What are you nervous about?"
Ling Song didn't explain, took the ticket and ran in first, not forgetting to complain: "It's really unreasonable for me to spend money to buy tickets when I go back to the palace."
After entering, Ling Song went straight to the emperor's palace where he was at that time.
The Xingqing Palace was still the same Xingqing Palace, but without layers of guards guarding the palace, it was only depressed and deserted.
Ling Song ran up to the top of the stone steps in front of the hall in one breath, and turned around to look.
The place that seemed to look down on the world in the past is now dimmed by the skyscrapers outside the palace in the distance.
... Sure enough, nothing was the same.
Wen Yuanchu slowed him to step up and reminded him: "Don't stand here blowing the cold wind, go inside and have a look."
Ling Song hesitated to speak, but before he could say anything, Wen Yuanchu had already grabbed his wrist and led him into the door.
The hall was even colder and dreary, and there was a faint musty smell in the air.
Ling Song looked around quietly, the layout of the palace was completely different from what he had at that time, he thought so, after his death, the dynasty changed, and the new dynasty lasted for another three hundred years, the traces he left back then, I'm afraid there are not many left .
Only the jade chessboard embedded in the table on the couch in the back hall is still there.
A fence has been pulled up around it, so you can't get close to see it.
Back then, he would drag the regent to sit here and play chess with him every day, but now he couldn't even get close.
Ling Song stood outside the line, silent for a while, raised his phone and took a photo.
The Xingqing Palace is very large, with countless rooms in front and back. Ling Song was not in the mood to look again. He walked out of the backyard of the bedroom and saw at a glance the dry well covered with rocks, and not far from the well. planted ginkgo tree.
After the heavy snowfall in winter, only the steep dead branches of Cangqiu were covered by snow, and even half a yellow leaf could not be seen.
Ling Song was very disappointed.
Why did he forget, it's snowing in the winter, where is he going to find a intact ginkgo leaf to return to Wen Yuanchu
He really had a brain twitch, that's why he decided to set the confession location here.
"...no ginkgo leaves."
Ling Song forced a smile at Wen Yuanchu, the corners of his eyes were red, as if he was about to cry.
Wen Yuanchu held his hand: "Forget it, we'll talk about it later."
"No, I promise you."
The more Wen Yuanchu said so, the more unwilling Ling Song became.
He typed up a lot of manuscripts last night, and if he wanted to take this opportunity to confess his love, he couldn't just give up all his previous efforts.
"never mind… "
"No, I must find it, I still don't believe it."
Shaking off Wen Yuanchu's hand, Ling Song ran to the tree, knelt down and paved hard to lift up the snow on the ground.
Wen Yuanchu stepped forward to pull him up, but was thrown away by Ling Song again.
"Don't worry about it, just wait."
Wen Yuanchu looked at him, said nothing, and squatted down with him.
"I'll look for it with you."
Ling Song was stubborn and refused to leave, so Wen Yuanchu could only accompany him.
Half an hour later, when Ling Song's hands were red from the cold, he dug out an intact, brightly colored and plump leaf from the snowdrift behind the tree.
"found it!"
When he got excited, he threw himself on Wen Yuanchu with all his might.
Wen Yuanchu caught him with both hands, but was knocked unsteadily by Ling Song, and he fell into the snow with him.
Ling Song pressed on him, his face was flushed red, he didn't know whether it was from the cold or from excitement, he stuffed the leaf in his hand to him: "I found it, I will return it to you, it looks better than the one you picked up, right?"
Wen Yuanchu took it, squeezed it in the palm of his hand and rubbed it lightly, then raised it up to his eyes.
The early morning light spilled from the dead branches above the head, casting mottled light and shadow on the leaves, gradually melting the frost and snow still stained on them.
Wen Yuanchu stared for a long time without moving his eyes.
Ling Song still lay on his body, propped up his arms a little, and looked at him with downcast eyes.
Tang Shu's words lingered in his mind, don't think too much and just kiss him, if you kiss him, he will be yours.
Breathing became short of breath, Ling Song's throat rolled down, sticking to his lower body.
When they were so close that they could hear each other's breath, Wen Yuanchu's eyes moved.
Looking at each other, Ling Song trembled slightly, his eyes became redder, and this time he was really about to cry.
"Wen Yuanchu..."
Wen Yuanchu raised his hand and stroked his cheek gently.
He spat out the word "idiot", turned his palms to the back of Ling Song's neck, squeezed him lightly, and pressed him down.
Before Ling Song could respond, the man's cold lips had already covered his lips.
Bite lightly on his lower lip, then hold the bead of the upper lip, and grind it gently.
Ling Song opened his eyes wide, unable to recover.
A moment later, Wen Yuanchu raised his hand to cover his eyes, turned over in his arms, pressed him into the snow, and covered his lips and tongue again.
In a kiss that was much hotter and more intense than before, Wen Yuanchu's tongue was squeezed into his lips, evoking his tongue to linger and suck the kiss, Ling Song blinked blankly, and his eyelashes swept across Wen Yuanchu's palm.
... He, he, he and Wen Yuanchu were kissing.
It was Wen Yuanchu who kissed him first, Wen Yuanchu, was he really kissing him
After a long time, Wen Yuanchu let go of his hand, separated his lips and tongue, he licked away the sticky traces from the corners of Ling Song's mouth, and looked up at him.
Ling Song's face was completely red at that moment.
"Wen Yuanchu, you..."
Wen Yuanchu's voice was hoarse but firm: "I like you."
"Ling Song, I like you for a long time."
Wen Yuanchu said he liked him.
His mind was blown blank by these words, Ling Song's glass-clear eyes glowed with water, and he looked at him in a trance.
Wen Yuanchu's fingertips brushed the corners of his reddened eyes, and said again: "It's true that I like you."
The body was one step faster than the brain, Ling Song raised his hand, and hugged Wen Yuanchu's neck forcefully.
Ling Song was still in a daze until Wen Yuanchu pulled him up from the snow.
Wen Yuanchu grabbed the palm of his hand again, and finally came back to his senses, and rushed forward to hug Wen Yuanchu with all his strength.
"You, you, what did you just say, say it again?"
Wen Yuanchu was a little speechless.
"...Stop talking, you heard it yourself."
"Say it, tell it, say it again." Ling Song hugged him and refused to let him go, acting coquettishly.
Wen Yuanchu looked at him: "You said you had something to tell me yesterday, so tell me."
Ling Song chuckled, he really came to his senses now.
Just now Wen Yuanchu took the initiative to kiss him and confessed his love to him.
Wen Yuanchu likes him, Wen Yuanchu likes him, Wen Yuanchu really likes him! ! !
Wrapping his hands around Wen Yuanchu's neck again, Ling Song put it on with a smile, and gave him two hard slaps on the face.
"You have said everything I want to say first, you are really bad, Dad at the beginning of Yuan Dynasty."
Wen Yuanchu frowned: "Are you going to call me Dad all the time?"
Ling Song chirped the other side twice again: "It's the same, but we won't be a pure father-son relationship in the future. Wen Yuanchu, I like you, and I like you too. I like you very much."
Stared at by Ling Song's enthusiastic eyes, Wen Yuanchu gave a soft "hmm".
He put away the ginkgo leaves that Ling Song had found for him, took Ling Song's hand, and wandered to other palaces.
Ling Song swept away the gloom when he first arrived, and chattered happily.
"This is the dormitory where I lived when I was a child."
"This is where I used to study."
"This used to be a horse farm, why did a palace be built later?"
Ling Song walked all the way, murmuring to Wen Yuanchu all the way, and only said that it was a dream he had about his previous life.
Wen Yuanchu listened silently and squeezed his hand tightly.
For a moment, he really wanted to answer, he knew, he knew.
But when the words came to his lips, he never uttered them.
"Ling Song."
Excited Ling Song stopped and looked back at him: "What's wrong?"
Wen Yuanchu's dark eyes seemed to hold back something: "... nothing."
Ling Song looked left and right to see if he saw any other tourists, posted it and poked him on the mouth, smiling slyly.
"If you want me to kiss you, just say so."
Wen Yuanchu lightly embraced his waist, and whispered in his ear: "Ling Song, don't talk about the things in the dream, okay?"
"You don't like to hear it? I'm just joking. If you don't want to hear it, I won't say it." Ling Song said indifferently.
Wen Yuanchu felt relieved: "Okay."
Ling Song let go of him laughingly: "Let's go, let's hurry up, there is something interesting ahead, go and have a look."
Being dragged away by Ling Song, Ling Song's cheerful laughter filled his ears.
The mood calmed down bit by bit.
Wen Yuanchu thought, he should not talk about it.
It is enough for Ling Song to be a happy little fool all the time.