After buying the tickets and packing his things into his backpack, Ling Song heaved a sigh of relief.
Now that you have decided to go, don't hesitate any longer.
He called Ling Chaochao, sent a two hundred red envelope, and asked the boy to lure his elders away, and took the opportunity to sneak out of the house.
After sitting down in the plane cabin, he sent a WeChat message to his brother to inform him of the matter.
This time, instead of asking Wen Yuanchu to pick him up at the airport, he contacted Wen Yan.
Ling Song: Brother Yan, do you know which hotel Wen Yuanchu stayed in? Can you send me the address
Wen Yan: Are you going to come to Beijing at night again? You are such a brave kid, are you really not afraid of being betrayed
Ling Song: I'm already on the plane, take off immediately, don't tell him yet.
Wen Yan: Still want to create a surprise? All right, wait obediently, we will pick you up.
Ling Song wanted to say no, Wen Yan would not give him a chance to refuse.
So he stopped talking and turned off the phone with peace of mind.
It was almost midnight when we arrived in Beijing, and as soon as we got off the plane and turned on the phone, Ling Jie's phone call came in immediately.
Ling Song pressed to answer, and heard his brother scold him for five minutes on the phone, and finally said: "Brother, I have come here, please help me take a few more days off, I will go back with Wen Yuanchu in two days. "
Ling Jie was so angry that he dropped the phone.
Sure enough, the two cousins were waiting for him at the airport.
Seeing Ling Song coming out, Wen Yan smiled and waved at him.
Tossing people to the airport in the middle of the night, Ling Song was very embarrassed, and hurried over to apologize to them.
Wen Yan patted him on the head: "Don't talk about these useless things, let's go, the car is outside."
After getting in the car, Wen Yan asked Ling Song if he was going to their house or the hotel where Wen Yuanchu was staying, the two sides were not in the same district.
Ling Song didn't hesitate and said, "I want to see Wen Yuanchu."
Wen Ying in the driver's seat stepped on the accelerator to start the car, glanced at him in the rearview mirror, and rarely asked, "Are you a third year in high school?"
"Ah, yes."
Ling Song sat up straight, and whenever he talked to this cold-faced uncle, he became nervous unconsciously.
"Don't you have to go to class in the third year of high school? Why did you come to Beijing all of a sudden?"
"... I came to find Wen Yuanchu, and I'll be back in two days."
Wen Ying didn't say anything more, but Ling Song instinctively felt that Uncle Tang didn't seem very satisfied with him.
Wen Yan, who was in the passenger seat, turned around and smiled at him: "Don't pay attention to him, he's picking on you on purpose. Go to sleep first, and call you when you arrive."
Ling Song breathed a sigh of relief quietly, but couldn't sleep anymore, so he simply turned his head to look at the brightly lit city night scene outside the window.
His blurred face was reflected in the car window, and he repeatedly simulated what he would say after seeing Wen Yuanchu in his mind.
The excitement calmed down bit by bit.
At half past one in the morning, the car stopped in front of the hotel.
Wen Yan called Wen Yuanchu, Ling Song got out of the car, thanked his cousin, and walked into the hotel.
He sat on the sofa in the lobby and waited, nervous for no reason.
Until the man rushed out of the elevator.
Wen Yuanchu was still wearing pajamas and slippers, and ran up to him in a few steps, pulled him up, and hugged him forcefully.
Ling Song's heart that had been hanging all this time finally fell to the ground, he was stunned for a moment, and raised his hand to hug him back.
Wen Yuanchu went to the front desk and opened a suite.
After getting the room card, he took Ling Song's backpack and led him into the elevator.
I didn't ask Ling Song why he suddenly came to Beijing again, but explained to him: "I live in a standard room with other students. It's not convenient to take you there, so I have opened a room for you."
Ling Song didn't say a word, but lightly clenched his hand tightly.
Entering the room, before inserting the card to turn on the light, Wen Yuanchu closed the door, pushed Ling Song to the wall of the entrance, and kissed Ling Song in a hurry.
Ling Song turned his face to avoid it, and whispered next to him, "Answer me a question first."
Wen Yuanchu calmed down and rolled his throat, "Okay."
"... That glass of poisoned wine, you really didn't give it to me?"
"No, really not."
The next second, Ling Song's kiss took the initiative to post it.
The sound of wet kisses was infinitely amplified in the darkness, accompanied by the sound of the beating heart.
Wen Yuanchu grabbed Ling Song's shoulders with one hand, hooked him up and lifted him up.
After walking a few steps into the room, both of them fell into the bed, their lips and tongues continued to be fiercely entangled.
Panting, Ling Song let out an unconscious groan from the corner of his mouth, Wen Yuanchu backed away slightly, and finally turned on the bedside lamp.
Ling Song closed his eyes a few times, gradually adapting to the light.
Wen Yuanchu's dark eyes were fixed on him, filled with uncontrollable excitement and joy.
Ling Song's heart moved, he hooked his neck, raised his head and leaned forward to exchange passionate kisses with him again.
After his mouth was slightly numb, Ling Song pressed against Wen Yuanchu's ear and panted. Wen Yuanchu hugged him and stroked his back lightly.
Ling Song finally calmed down from the dizzy excitement.
He held Wen Yuanchu's face in both hands, and stared at him well.
Wen Yuanchu looked back quietly.
The face is still the same, and the facial features are still the same.
It's the same everywhere, and it seems to be different everywhere.
Ling Song stared blankly.
"Wen Yuanchu."
"Um."
"... Wenche."
"Um."
There was a sense of relief in my heart immediately.
Ling Song pouted: "You really are that dead ghost."
"Um."
"Why did it change so much?"
Wen Yuanchu raised his hand and stroked his hair lightly: "You don't like him like that, so I'll change it."
... which is more or less the case.
Ling Song yawned and suddenly relaxed, he was soon so sleepy that he couldn't even open his eyes.
Obviously there are still many things I want to ask Wen Yuanchu, forget it, it's the same if I ask again tomorrow.
Wen Yuanchu helped him take off his coat, and stuffed him into the quilt: "Sleep."
Ling Song took his hand, closed his eyes and muttered: "Don't go back, stay and sleep with me."
Wen Yuanchu's kiss fell on his forehead: "Okay."
After relaxing, Ling Song had a rare good night's sleep.
A night without dreams.
It was already after ten o'clock when I woke up.
Wen Yuanchu was on the phone with someone, Ling Song squinted his eyes and listened, it should be his brother.
He wasn't interested in listening, so he yawned, turned over and wanted to sleep for a while.
The bed beside him sank a bit, and Wen Yuanchu sat behind him and hugged him through the quilt: "Get up when you wake up, let's go eat, announce the results in the afternoon, hold the awards ceremony, and then there will be a university presentation, you and Shall I go with you?"
Ling Song woke up immediately, and opened his eyes to look at him: "How did you pass the test?"
"The exact ranking is not yet known, it will be announced in the afternoon."
Wen Yuanchu had already opened the curtains, and the sunlight lazily shone on half of Ling Song's face, jumping between his upturned hair.
The man who just woke up looked a little dazed, Wen Yuanchu bent down and kissed his lips.
Five minutes later, Ling Song sat up, licked his lips and complained: "I haven't brushed my teeth yet, why kiss?"
When he went to the bathroom to take a shower, brushed his teeth and washed his face, Wen Yuanchu had already called room service to bring breakfast.
"Eat something to fill your stomach first, and go out for lunch later."
Ling Song gnawed on the fritters, and glanced at Wen Yuanchu from time to time.
Wen Yuanchu: "What are you looking at?"
Ling Song coughed lightly and said, "Wen Yuanchu, you haven't explained to me what happened in the past."
Wen Yuanchu was also eating, nodded: "Well, I will tell you anything else you want to know."
"... how did you die?"
Wen Yuanchu paused for a moment while holding the chopsticks, and wrote lightly: "Didn't you read it all in the book?"
"He was shot to death by random arrows?"
"Um."
That hurts so much.
Ling Song hesitated again and again for this sentence, but couldn't ask: "Why?"
"what why?"
"With your ability, you won't be beaten into the city by the rebel army in such a short time, right?"
Wen Yuanchu stuffed a piece of sweet cake into his mouth: "Without you, why should I guard that dilapidated country?"
Ling Song swallowed the food in his mouth, and Wen Yuanchu got up to boil water for him.
Ling Song's eyes followed him.
So after his death, what kind of torture Wen Yuanchu experienced, and how did he live the first few years of his life...
He dare not think.
When he was wronged and uncomfortable, Wen Yuanchu endured no less pain than him.
But this person never complained.
there has never been.
When Wen Yuanchu was pouring water, the little bastard came up, hugged his waist from behind, and clung to him.
Wen Yuanchu pressed his hand on his waist and reminded him: "I'm boiling water, step aside, don't burn it."
Ling Song refused to give in, and hugged him even tighter.
"You can scold me again if you have the ability. If you don't scold me, you won't let me go, hehe."
Wen Yuanchu shut up.
It's fine if you don't move, let Ling Song pester yourself.
After finishing his work, he pushed him back into the sofa, put his hands on both sides of the sofa, bent down and looked him in the eye: "Ling Song, what's wrong with you?"
Ling Song was a little depressed, poked his finger on his shoulder, lowered his eyes and whispered: "Why don't you hide, even if you quit, you can hide, there is no need to go to death..."
Wen Yuanchu grabbed his hand and kissed him: "It's all over, it's okay."
He really didn't have to die, he just chose this way on purpose, using thousands of arrows to pierce his heart to punish himself for not protecting Ling Song well.
But this, he never wanted to tell Ling Song again.
Ling Song withdrew his hand and touched his face.
"So why didn't you tell me before? If you didn't tell me, I didn't know you liked me at all, and you always beat me and scolded me."
Wen Yuanchu looked at him and said seriously: "I'm afraid you don't understand, and I'm even more afraid that you will be embarrassed. I won't know until you go. When people are gone, everything is empty."
"It was my fault that I treated you badly in the last life, but in this life, think about it carefully, how many times have I scolded you? You can't wrong me."
Ling Song thought for a while, and it seems to be true. Only when he almost fell off the horse and damaged the specimen, he was said a few words. Although Wen Yuanchu didn't pay much attention to him at other times, he really didn't hurt him. If he gets bored, he will also play with him.
"Anyway, you still think he's not me."
"I said, I just want you to remember, you don't remember anything, I treat you well, it's not fair to you in the previous life."
Ling Song's heart ached when he heard this: "... why didn't I realize that you are still a lover."
It's because this person had a mouth for nothing in his previous life.
it's a pity.
A smile appeared in Wen Yuanchu's eyes: "Yes."
Ling Song punched him: "Mmmm, you're still proud."
Wen Yuanchu continued to grab his hand and kiss him.
After laughing for a while, Ling Song remembered another very important thing.
"Then where did you bury me?"
Stared at by Ling Song, Wen Yuanchu had no choice but to explain: "I was in the south of Shangjing at that time, and according to the calculated location, I chose a tomb and buried you in it. After I died, someone collected my body and told you buried together."
Ling Song was stunned: "We were buried together?"
"Isn't it good to have a joint burial?"
"...Because of the joint burial, did the two of us reincarnate not drink Mengpo soup? I haven't asked you yet, how can you be sure that I will remember it?"
Wen Yuanchu was silent for a moment, and said, "Do you really want to know?"
"You said everything I wanted to know."
"That Taoist Xing, I caught you after you died. In order to save your life, he said that there is a way to open the door of time and space, so that our souls can return to reincarnation."
Ling Song choked: "Do you believe this nonsense?"
Wen Yuanchu put his hand on his face: "As long as you can come back to life, you have to try any method."
Ling Song immediately understood: "So we have to follow the location he calculated, we will be buried together, and then we will perform a ceremony to open the door of time and space? Are you afraid that he will trick us?"
"It's not just him. I invited all the famous and unknown monks and Taoists at that time. This method was not thought up by Taoist Xing. It was passed down from your ancestors."
"... old ancestor?"
"Well, Xi and the emperor and his male empress have used this method after death to plan for the next life. Perhaps only they know whether it is successful or not, but this is my only hope. I have to try it."
So it turned out to be like this
Ling Song turned his mind a few times, suddenly thought of something, and suddenly widened his eyes: "Wait, wait a minute, old ancestor, your cousin..."
Wen Yuanchu pondered for a moment and said, "I don't know either, maybe."
Ling Song: "..."
He chose to die again.
Ling Song took a deep breath and decided to ignore this question for the time being.
"Then where exactly are we buried in the south?"
He had to dig out the bones of their previous lives in order to prove the innocence of the dead ghosts to the world.
Wen Yuanchu thought about it seriously, and answered him: "I don't remember either. The environment has changed too much in four hundred years, and there is only a general direction. You will learn archeology in the future, so take your time to find it."
After dawdling until half past eleven, Wen Yuanchu led Ling Song out to eat outside.
When I went downstairs, I ran into Wen Yuanchu's teammates. Two of them were from the same school as them, but in different classes.
Seeing Ling Song, the two were so shocked that their eyes almost fell out.
Although people are outside, everyone has seen the kiss photos in the school post bar.
Wen Yuanchu calmly held Ling Song's shoulder, Ling Song pointed at him and smiled at others: "I'll help him choose a school, for reference."
... Falling in love is amazing.
When leaving the hotel, Wen Yuanchu received a message from Wen Yan, saying that he would come to see him to receive the award in the afternoon, help him refer to the school, and take him and Ling Song out for dinner in the evening.
Wen Yuanchu sent the schedule.
Ling Song hugged his arm and murmured: "Are the uncles coming too? Forget it, Brother Yan, Uncle Wen Yingtang is so scary, no wonder I always feel that he doesn't want to see me. In his eyes, I must be someone who has everything A ruined prodigal son."
Wen Yuanchu suppressed a smile and reminded him: "Just pretend you don't know."
Ling Song was very depressed.
There is no need for another old ghost to come back, he really can't bear it.
Wen Yuanchu took his hand: "Let's go, go eat."