Xiao Qinghuan

Chapter 56

Jiang Xiaohan's heart trembled.

His heart suddenly started beating wildly, it was like an omen, and also like his intuition about what happened in the future.

Anxiety and expectation twisted into a cumbersome cage, which immediately caged his whole heart.Jiang Xiaohan even wanted to stop Yan Qing immediately, but couldn't help but want to listen.

But he just put the teacup aside calmly, and responded, "Huh?"

"The dream was different from the present. It was deep winter, and I thought I was in Kunlun, and I even met my master," he said.

Most of the candles in the room had already been burned, and the long wicks of the candles fell into tears, and the light of the fire suddenly dimmed to a large extent.

Jiang Xiaohan turned a blind eye, and didn't want to get up and cut the candle wick.The dim candlelight strengthened his courage a little, Jiang Xiaohan maintained the posture of holding Yan Qing's shoulders, tentatively grasping Yan Qing's left wrist, seeing that he didn't break free, he asked softly: "Is that so? What did the old man say?"

Yan Qing naturally felt the stiffness in his whole body. Although his five senses were not as sharp as usual due to illness, Jiang Xiaohan's heartbeat like a drum still made his ears tingle within this within reach.

Jiang Xiaohan was upset, so why not him.

Yan Qing didn't even need to imagine, he knew how chaotic Jiang Xiaohan's pulse was beating under his fingertips.

But Mr. Jiang has always been calm, even though the two of them already knew what was going on with each other, they still had a calm and unmoving expression on their faces.

"My master said, if the mountain is boring, he will tell me to go back." Yan Qing glanced at his face, and said: "He said that he is alone in the mountain, it is too deserted."

Jiang Xiaohan clenched his hands, he licked his lips, and pretended to be calm and said: "This thing-cough, it's a dream, it can't be counted."

"I didn't go." Yan Qing looked sideways at him: "Because you suddenly told me that your birthday is coming up and asked me to make longevity noodles for you."

Yan Qing's voice was flat, and after he finished speaking, he calmed down and looked at Jiang Xiaohan quietly. His eyes were clear and open, even if he looked directly at Jiang Xiaohan, he would not avoid it.

He knows, Jiang Xiaohan thought.

Yan Qing knew what he was thinking.

Although Yan Qing didn't say anything, and Jiang Xiaohan admitted that he had never made any omissions, he was indeed certain that Yan Qing had clearly known his transgressive intentions.

Jiang Xiaohan held his hand tightly.

Jiang Xiaohan was silent for a moment, then smiled suddenly: "Your illness has passed for many days. The summer solstice just passed yesterday. The village prayed and sacrificed, and put lanterns in the river at night. I also went."

"I have never believed in ghosts and gods, but I made a wish yesterday." Jiang Xiaohan said, "I said, I hope God will return you to me."

"It may be that the virtues I have accumulated over the years are enough, and God actually gave me this face."

As Jiang Xiaohan said, he subconsciously rubbed the inside of Yan Qing's wrist with his thumb.

"I'm very thankful and relieved." Jiang Xiaohan said, "Because in the past few days, I've been thinking countless times, what would happen to me if you were really hurt because of this incident, or even disappeared."

He took a deep breath, as if he was making an extremely difficult decision: "But I dare not think... In life, there are always some things that cannot be lost. Whether it is relatives, teachers or friends, I thought Nothing to lose. But these days I just found out that God has given me another you."

Jiang Xiaohan pursed his lips, and he seemed to have returned to those days and nights that he had been worrying about day and night. In those few days, he didn't even dare to close his eyes, for fear that when he woke up, Yan Qing would no longer be there.Occasionally, I barely fall asleep twice with exhaustion, and I will also fall into a nightmare.In his dream, he was standing on the muddy dirt road in the village. The gate of the west courtyard opened in front of him. Several young and middle-aged men came out carrying wooden frames covered with white cloth, their faces blank. When they came to him, the white cloth was blown by the wind. When it was scraped open, it was Yan Qing's face inside.

This dream forcibly woke him up three or four times, each time he woke up profusely in sweat, he had to touch Yan Qing's veins and confirm that he was still alive several times before he could recover.

At that time, although he was calm and restrained in the eyes of others, even his gaffe was only a short moment.But in fact, those guilt and remorse are eating away at the rationality he is trying to support all the time, making him paranoid and restless.

Until yesterday when the blood was cut for medicine, the silk thread hanging him was already crumbling. If Yan Qing didn't wake up again, he really didn't know what he would do.

Seeing that he suddenly fell silent, Yan Qing glanced at him worriedly. It didn't matter. It was clearly early summer, but Jiang Xiaohan still had a few drops of cold sweat on his forehead.

But Yan Qing didn't dare to interrupt him, he always felt that Jiang Xiaohan wanted to say more than that.

"When I made a wish, I said that as long as God returns you to me, I have nothing else to ask for." Jiang Xiaohan calmed down and looked at him again: "But now that you wake up, I realize that I still have a wish. "

"I hope God can return you to me."

What he said was strange, but Yan Qing understood.

He was asking Yan Qing to treat him as usual even after knowing his dirty and unbearable intentions.

But Jiang Xiaohan believed that he had never been unlucky. For so many years, all his wishes had to be fought, robbed, and calculated. This was the first time that he gave up the initiative like this, and quietly waited for Yan Qing to judge him.

However, Jiang Xiaohan thought he already knew the result. Yan Qing is such a cool person. He has a cold temperament and a respectable status. Although he is a commoner, he doesn't have to bow his head to anyone when walking in this world.

He wears the sun, the moon and the stars, and what he sees are exquisite mountains and rivers. When will he get Jiang Xiaohan, an ordinary person, to think about it.

The cage that was caged on Jiang Xiaohan's heart just now began to grow dense thorns, and the inexplicable cage began to tighten slowly as he confessed, and the barbs pierced his flesh and blood hard, Jiang Xiaohan had to suck it heavily Only two breaths can barely relieve the pain in the chest.

"Your heart is beating very fast." Yan Qing said suddenly, "Are you flustered?"

His reaction was not in Jiang Xiaohan's expectation. As soon as he opened his mouth, Jiang Xiaohan felt a thump in his heart. Who knew that he received such a non-painful reply, and his heart beat so fast that he almost wanted to jump out of his chest.

Jiang Xiaohan smiled bitterly.

"I almost forgot you in my dream. I just felt that there was something I couldn't remember. It was very important, so I thought about it for a long time. But it wasn't until I found your jade pendant on my body that I remembered that your birthday is coming soon." It's here." Yan Qing said: "Although everything I did in the dream was uncountable, but when I woke up later, when I saw you for the first time, the joy I felt was real."

Jiang Xiaohan said, "You—"

"I have never felt this way before. Even when I was with my master in the mountains, we mostly had our own lives. He usually goes down the mountain and goes out for more than half a year. I never miss him. I passed him." Yan Qing said: "But you are different from him, although I am usually in a hurry, when you wrote a letter from Pingjiang, although I didn't say anything, I was actually happy in my heart."

Yan Qing is different from Jiang Xiaohan, even when he said these words, he didn't seem embarrassed, it seemed that he just said what he thought as usual.

"Although I don't think of you often, but occasionally there will be such a moment. And when I think of you, everything else around me is not important." Yan Qing looked at him: "I don't know what kind of mood I'm in. , but I think you probably know."

Of course he knew that Jiang Xiaohan was almost going into ecstasy, but he felt in disbelief that this was another sweet dream, the demonic obstacle that he thought about and worried about Yan Qing day and night.

Seeing that he didn't answer for a long time, Yan Qing couldn't help frowning: "Huh?"

This sentence is lazy, with a slightly raised ending, and it is eighty percent similar to Jiang Xiaohan.

"Of course it's the same as me!" Jiang Xiaohan suddenly came back to his senses, as if afraid of his repentance, he grabbed his wrist and said tightly, "Ah Qing, I like you."

Even at this point, he was still not sure what Yan Qing meant. On the one hand, he felt that Yan Qing had no intentions towards him, and on the other hand, he was afraid that he might be wrong.

Yan Qing slightly frowned, and repeated: "Xinyue?"

Seeing this, Jiang Xiaohan's heart suddenly turned cold.

But Yan Qing immediately stretched his brows again, showing a little puzzled expression instead: "...I have never liked anyone, I don't know very well."

Jiang Xiaohan: "..."

He now understands what it feels like to have a heart attached to someone else, Yan Qing just said a few words, which caused his mood to fluctuate, and he almost broke out in a cold sweat from fright.

Jiang Xiaohan finally understood that Yan Qing grew up in Kunlun and had never been down the mountain. Apart from Lu Feng, he had never been in contact with anyone else. Although he had a good vision and experience, he was very simple in matters of emotion.

"But maybe it is." Yan Qing said suddenly.

Jiang Xiaohan followed the sound and looked at him. Just now, for the convenience of feeding water, Jiang Xiaohan has been half-embracing him in his arms, and Yan Qing is on his shoulder. When he turned his head like this, the distance between the two was immediately close at hand.

This is an overly close distance, but neither Yan Qing nor Jiang Xiaohan seem to have any intention of pulling away first.

The candle wick finally hangs down long, and the only light source no longer exists. Jiang Xiaohan is in the darkness, with a thin outline outlined by the night.

Yan Qing stared at him for a while, wondering if he was standing by his bed every day these days.

It was still very early before dawn, the room was dark, the moonlight was blocked by the soft screen window, Jiang Xiaohan stroked Yan Qing's hand, and hesitantly pressed it against his cheek.

The warm and beating pulse was transmitted to him through the thin flesh, as if to confirm for him that all this was not an illusion.

Yan Qing raised her head suddenly, and gently pressed Jiang Xiaohan's thin lips against hers.

Jiang Xiaohan froze for a moment.

The sweet scent of cypress kernels was no different from what he had tasted in his sleepiness, Yan Qing swept the tip of his tongue over the other's lips, and smiled all of this medicinal scent.

The author says:

PS: Mr. Jiang is single for sixty chapters, he can finally fall in love~

And thanks to Just Call Xiao Gu for the fish food ~ and thanks to Ziqi for the catnip ~ thank you very much~