Chapter 104

"Hey, like a month, I am willing to lie on my knees..." The song of the woman’s screaming, the warm words, the slightly dull tone adds a bit of fire and smoke. ..."
The voice that gradually lowered was like a cry, and it turned into a simple sing. Shi Lei looked back and looked at the woman’s eyes. It seemed to be free, and it was difficult to cover the vicissitudes of the past.
Suddenly he was a little depressed. The grandstand was set on the music, and it was a playful place to go.
"Master, I..."
The person in front of him heard the sound and stopped looking at him. The perfect face revealed the cold alienation. Shi Lei licked his lips and did not say anything. When he saw the faint concern in the eyes, he smiled and shook his head: "Nothing, let's go, don't know that Duan Li is not at home."
The wind and the wind are bitter, and the hardships are not bitter. The world suffers thousands of times. The sentient beings suffer each other. It is not possible for him to sympathize with him. He has not only afflicted three thousand troubles, but he should bear the hardships of day and night.
Hongjun’s gaze swept away on his face, his eyebrows twitched slightly, but he did not speak and continued to move forward.
Although it is clear that he is indifferent to nature, but Shi Lei, who is relieved of breath, couldn’t help but feel lost, and sure enough, he did not pursue it...
Many years ago, when he was wearing it from the modern body, Hongjun was like this, but compared with other people, he also knew that his position was different. Even if he could not deny the convenience of the near-water platform, this difference still made him happy. No matter how others arrange it, Hongjun is his Taoist.
Only sometimes, he will have a sense of fate, as if he and the Hongjun encounter are destined, and Hongjun treats him like a destiny. Undoubtedly, he is very favored, but he has never experienced the moth in love. The blazing fire, even if it is □ □, has the joy of blending with the water, but there is no difficulty in craving for love.
He loves Hongjun, so he is looking forward to the enthusiasm of the other party, but Hongjun... Love him?
"Rare and rarity, I don't know if the real person is approaching, there is a far-reaching welcome!" Duan Jia's housekeeper is still the same, laughing very exaggerated, repairing the same did not grow much, while welcoming them into the government, while passing the family servant to call people .
Hongjun usually ignores the scenes. He takes it for granted. Other people take it for granted. However, Shi Lei is always not very embarrassed to fall into the face. The warm-blooded temperament that was developed before crossing has not changed much, and now he has returned a few words.
His predecessor was not good at the Duanjia. It does not mean that he has to take over this grievance. With the strength of his Yuan Ying, it is no longer necessary to put the Duan family in his eyes. The two are irrelevant.
After entering the house, without waiting for a few masters who can be the master, Shi Lei asked: "What about Duan Li?"
"The young master is in the backyard," the butler said, laughing and cautiously saying, "This is a long time to stay, isn't it..."
"Reassured, the head of the uncle has just left the customs, want to see the disciple, and said that it is not allowed to catch up with the Jin brothers to succeed, Duan Li is not missing an individual." Shi Lei smiled, "I happen to be boring, and the teacher respects the lower bounds, I picked up the errand."
"A hard life comes, a slave is this..."
"No, what are you looking for?" The butler’s words have not been finished yet. The doorstep is stepping into one person, the eyebrows of the eyebrows, and the end is the handsome and romantic, it is Duan Li.
"I have seen Hongjun Shishu." He gave Hongyi a gift and immediately looked at Shi Lei. "If the teacher asks me to go back, I am not in a hurry. I have a measure."
"...oh, that's good." Shi Lei said dryly.
I don't know why, his character is much better than his predecessor, and all the people in the door are getting along with him, but only the most embarrassing half-brother who bullied his predecessor. He once examined him with complicated eyes after he crossed, and then gradually alienated him. .
"I have something to say to you, let's talk about it alone." Duan Li said, but it was directed to Hongjun, and he saw the decapitation before he took the lead.
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The world coincides with the year-end, the cold winter winds, Hongyi does not want to cope with the family members, and the path goes along the way, there seems to be a call in the midst of it, and go to the ruined cottages without any stagnation;
There are no people around, and the weeds are mad, and now they are yellow and yellow, and the more depressing.
Standing in front of the crumbling door panel, he had a hint of embarrassment and a faint familiarity. Before the reaction, his hand unconsciously pushed open the squeaky wooden door.
Through the light from the broken tiles, the flying dust can be seen. There are not a few pieces in the dimly lit room. One bed and one table are all dilapidated. There are a few pieces of wood piled up in the corners, which radiate a rotten taste.
No one who has experienced a comprehension will endure such a dirty place. A clean dust can solve things. He never thought about it, and even had some incredible closeness to such a place.
After a long period of time, the traces of life have long been erased, the vague smell belongs to the section of Acacia, and it seems that there is a difference, Hongjun gently stroked a thick layer of gray desktop, the breath is like deep into the bone marrow, suddenly one Got, can't say pain, but it hurts.
He returned to God, and the table was inexplicably covered with a drop of wet, squatting in the dark wood grain, turned into a smiley face, and then looked like a weeping.
As long as this drop is decades late, or thousands of years of tears, there is no sign, and the numerology is returned.
"Master?" Someone called out, "Is the teacher respecting you inside?"
Hongjun was awkward, and the voice was not very big. It looked like a far distance. The sound of the sound of the ear was soft and sweet. It was so close to reality that it was difficult to distinguish between real and illusory. He unconsciously agreed.
The door was overwhelmed and screamed again. Shi Lei sneaked in and saw him really inside. He smiled and said: "Master, there is nothing left, the housekeeping room is ready, can we live today?"
The smile was brilliant, and the memory should be a lot sweeter. Hongjun’s sleeves, slowly stepping out, and falling a kiss on his forehead.
Shi Lei squatted, one hand wrapped around his waist and brought the door behind him. The slight sharp closing sound blocked everything in the dark and wet, and the head was still sunny, and a few pieces of fine snow fell down. .
He surprised: "It's snowing?"
Then he reached out and picked up his hand. He was very childish and vivid. He looked at it, and his heart was stabbed. His emotions suddenly rose and he could not ignore this strong agitation.
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The arrangement of the Duan family is naturally doing everything possible. The warm jade pillow is more luxurious than the conditions of the Daofeng Peak. Obviously, the monk has always been unconcerned with the mundane things.
It was too annoying to have dinner together. Shi Lei sent the people politely, turned and took the spirits from the storage bag, and sat in the courtyard with the Hongjun. Although it was still snowing, but it was in poetry, two people I don’t think it’s snowy.
A jug of wine soon saw the bottom, the wine in the cup reflected the bright moonlight, and the surplus was fluctuating. Shi Lei leaned on the shoulders of Hongjun, and boldly kissed him, and sneaked into the ground, slightly mellow alcohol, and It’s not the same as usual.
Hung Hom took a brief glance and reached out and hugged him and went to the house.
They are not without skin, and occasional double/repair is good for each other, and they can really get pleasure, but it is still shallow for Hongjun, not as addictive as his population.
Due to the relationship between spirits and wine, Shi Lei's body temperature is higher than usual, his cheeks are reddish, gazing at the people above, actively climbing up and making unbearable 呻/吟reads;
He is not drunk, but he wants to do something he dare not do by being drunk, and it is best to say the secret that he dare not say.
Duan Li’s words in his day are very simple. The Acacia, who is always bullying the predecessor’s body, is poisonous, cruel, aggressive, but can also interpret pure and sweet, and the brilliance is dazzling. It is by no means gentle now.
Looking for him privately, it is not the meaning of the public. After Shi Lei’s panic, he calmed down. Duan Li’s confession has revealed the hidden feelings. However, he is Shi Lei, not a section of Acacia. The other party will never respond again. opportunity.
He slowly understood that Duan Li may be doing a final farewell... Acacia.
- So, should you also make a knot?
Long black hair fell on his face, Shi Lei raised his hand to touch the beautiful eyes, between the ups and downs, intermittently said: "Shi Zun ... Master..."
His voice oozes the feelings of the desire/sweetness, and the tail of the eye is somewhat flattered by the wine. It is not like usual, but it looks like a certain image. Hongjun didn't know which way it was. He only thought it was so good, so that his heart began to tremble. In order to restrain the sudden anxiety, he only hugged each other more tightly and kissed deeply and heavily.
The deep cravings passed through, let Shi Lei get hot, fascinated into the entangled deep kiss, until the ear screamed hot and humid: "Acacia."
"Acacia..." is softer than one, and more sad than a sigh. All emotions have no reason, but they do exist.
Shi Lei’s eyes cleared for a moment, grabbed his arm and gasped:
I am not... I am not a couple of Acacia...

"I am Shi Lei... Master, I..." He wants to tell the truth of the crossing, but when he sees Hongjun supporting his body and watching himself, those words are scattered, he can also feel as gentle as the past. Powerful movements can no longer feel the hunger that almost the soul is shuddering, the kind of fire that he wants to burn.
He thought that the monk was the most sensitive when he took the house. Was it known at the beginning? Still don't know?
Outside the door, the edge of the stone table was covered with a little thin snow, and the half-slipped wine was poured down on it, and the bright water reflected the cold moonlight.
The snow stopped.
Hongjun took out his clothes and pressed his fingertips at the table. The coldness touched quickly melted into water. He put his hand on the forehead and remained silent.
He has not known the dream for many years, but he has just entered a short and chaotic dream. The teenager's smile in the dream is like a sunrise, will be willful, loves to be spoiled, smiles and smiles, familiar and strange. ......
For more than a century, his everything is as black and white, and the words are clear. Every step is to follow the road. There is no attachment, nothing to ask for, and his apprentice is the only color.
There is no reason to follow only the heart, and Ben said that this boy, he does not want to give up.
The wetness of the forehead faded. He let go of his hand and slowly remembered that when he was resected, he was awakened for a moment, and like this time, he was empty, as if he had not had time to notice it, he was taken away.
After that, he went out and saw the injured apprentice in the big match. The teenager did not have the previous publicity, instead he was cautious and restrained. He thought it was good.
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