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Chapter 170: Slow in the past

When Chu Zeyuan went back, Wei Zexu was sitting by the window of the rental house basking in the sun. There was a small rocking chair there, which was given to him by Uncle Zhang downstairs two days ago. It was a bit old. , but still works.

He was sitting on the rocking chair, flipping through the book in his hand, the sunlight dyed a lock of his hair a light golden yellow, and a light shadow was dyed under the long and thick eyelashes, making his eyebrows gentle, like a pot of sweetness Strong wine, mellow still.

Hearing the movement, Wei Zexu raised his head slightly, looked at Chu Zeyuan, obviously relieved, "I'm back."

Chu Zeyuan nodded, "Of course, I didn't fight and came back unscathed."

Wei Zexu squinted his eyes and raised his head, carefully inspecting Chu Zeyuan's ghostly imitated body, and found that there was no wound, and he put down the heart he was holding in a dangling manner.

He opened his hands towards Chu Zeyuan, and under Chu Zeyuan's slightly puzzled gaze, he softened his voice, "Hug me."

Chu Zeyuan was startled, walked over, and held Wei Zexu firmly in his arms.

Wei Zexu rested his chin on Chu Zeyuan's shoulder, let out a long breath, and then said slowly, "I've been afraid since just now."

He was afraid that Chu Zeyuan would be injured, and that Chu Zeyuan would not come back. Although he insisted that if Chu Zeyuan did not come back, he would find someone else, but in fact, he was still worried about Chu Zeyuan, and he was still worried about this ghost.

Sometimes, love really makes people weak.

Chu Zeyuan patted Wei Zexu's shoulder and kissed his forehead, "I know, but I'm back, and I'm here."

He stood up, walked to the rocking chair, picked up the collection of poems that Wei Zexu put on the rocking chair, and raised his eyebrows, "Why are you in the mood to read this kind of thing, don't you like this kind of literary stuff?"

Wei Zexu pursed his lips, ruffled his hair indiscriminately, and replied a little awkwardly, "Just looking around."

Chu Zeyuan leaned on the rocking chair, raised his eyebrows and looked at Wei Zexu indecently, fixed his eyes on him, and smiled.

Wei Zexu was a little frustrated, he turned around and wanted to move a small bench to sit beside Chu Zeyuan, but he was caught off guard, but Chu Zeyuan grabbed his wrist, pulled it hard, and sat on Chu Zeyuan's leg superior

The rocking chair made a rather tragic "creak" sound.

"what are you doing!"

Wei Zexu wanted to get up, but Chu Zeyuan behind him was like a brown candy, hugging his waist to prevent him from standing up, touched Wei Zexu's sensitive place with his fingers, and said calmly, "Just sit on me."

Is it possible to get up while sitting on you, he is not stupid!

He couldn't help but think of the tragic past when he sat on Chu Zeyuan in class and on the train. In short, it wasn't too good.

Anyway, he was scared to death at that time, oh, no, he was so angry that he was going to die, Wei Zexu thought with a blank expression.

"Let me tell you, if your thing is against me again, I will die for you!"

Wei Zexu gritted his teeth, softened his body and sat on Chu Zeyuan's body.

This sentence, well, also seems familiar.

Chu Zeyuan clasped Wei Zexu's waist with both hands, stroking Wei Zexu's back as if smoothing his hair, his movements were gentle, his chin rested on Wei Zexu's shoulder, his cool breath circled his cochlea, affecting Wei Zexu's mind.

"Xiaoxu, you haven't answered me yet, why are you interested in reading poetry collections?"

Wei Zexu really felt that Chu Zeyuan was a pervert when he was free. He not only used his hands and feet, but also talked a lot. He always liked to ask himself questions.

He supported his forehead and replied, "Because you always read love poems to me a while ago. I'm afraid that my ideological and cultural accomplishments can't keep up with yours, so don't you want to read it?"

Chu Zeyuan chuckled behind his ear, hugging Wei Zexu with his arms, his voice was soft and gentle, as if he was nostalgic like a tired bird returning to the forest, "Xiaoxu, let me read you a poem."

Wei Zexu turned his head to look at him. Fragments of sunlight fell into those light-colored amber eyes. His handsome and gloomy face was like mist blown away by the wind, revealing the bright sunshine of the sky. The expression is very serious.

So serious that Wei Zexu subconsciously nodded and leaned into Chu Zeyuan's arms.

Chu Zeyuan picked up the poetry collection, flipped through it, and stopped when he reached a page.

"I remember when I was a teenager,

Everyone is sincere, say one sentence is one sentence,

Early in the morning at the train station, the long street is dark and there are no pedestrians

The small shop selling soy milk is steaming,

In the past, the sun became slower, cars, horses, and mail were all slow, and there was only enough to love one person in a lifetime,

In the past, the locks were also good-looking, and the keys were exquisite and stylish. Once you lock them, people will understand. "

Chu Zeyuan's voice was clear and clear with a hint of deepness. When he was reciting poems, he was gentle and doting, like a soft and refreshing wind blowing through the scorching summer and falling on the tip of his heart.

Wei Zexu squinted his eyes and finally understood why the teachers of all subjects like to ask Chu Zeyuan to answer questions, not only because Chu Zeyuan is a top student, but also because the ghost's gentle voice is really It sounds good and makes people addicted.

Although, Chu Zeyuan is cold most of the time.

Thinking of this tenderness, which belongs to him alone, Wei Zexu couldn't help but drift away. Although Chu Zeyuan is a tough man, he is good-looking, can cook, and is gentle and considerate. There seems to be nothing wrong with him.

What's more, this is still a school girl, a male god in the eyes of girls.

Chu Zeyuan squeezed the poetry collection, and sighed softly, "There is only enough to love one person in a lifetime..."

Wei Zexu nestled in Chu Zeyuan's arms, like a lazy cat. He raised his eyebrows and heard the frustration in Chu Zeyuan's voice, "I can only love you as a ghost in my life now, I'm also a little sad..."

Chu Zeyuan's melancholy was broken up abruptly by Wei Zexu

He pinched Wei Zexu's nose and scolded with a smile, "No conscience!"

"Let me tell you, you can feel so melancholy even when you read a poem," Wei Zexu waved his paw, "The time in the past passed very slowly, the years in the past were very gentle, and the love in the past was very long..."

"But, it's not bad now." Wei Zexu grabbed Chu Zeyuan's finger, "I can still be with you for seven or eighty years, and when I die, I can be with you forever and ever. This is not a lifetime. I put all my future in your hands."

"Time is fleeting, let's do it and cherish it."

Chu Zeyuan pinched Wei Zexu's earlobe, "Really, I was comforted by you."

"Of course, after all, the male god Chu is not omnipotent, so we complement each other." Wei Zexu replied with a playful smile.

Chu Zeyuan hugged Wei Zexu's waist, imagining that when he was 80 or [-] years old, he and Wei Zexu were sitting in a rocking chair basking in the sun. The sun was still as gentle as today. He held Wei Zexu Gently, read the song "Once Upon a Time" to him again.

"I remember when I was a teenager..."

The breeze blows, and the years are quiet.