Chapter 101
When Lu Wancheng passed away, Lin Qingyu did not cry; when Jiang Xing came back, he did not cry; when he said goodbye to Gu Fuzhou, he still did not cry. Now they met again after a long separation, and when his soul entered his dream, he cried.
Everything in the dream was so real, so real that Jiang Xing could still feel his heart beating in his chest. The empty and lonely palace, the memorials on the table, the lingering scent of ink, and the swaying lights. Lin Qingyu's tears fell drop by drop, as if hitting his heart.
He had seen Lin Qingyu with red eyes trying to hold back tears, but he had never seen him like this, not frowning, not choking, just looking at him, crying silently.
Jiang Xing felt a burning pain all over his body, which was more painful than dying from illness, being poisoned, or having his heart pierced by thousands of arrows.
It hurt so much that he wanted to cry.
But he can't. If he cries too, who will comfort Lin Qingyu? He couldn't cry in front of Lin Qingyu, that wouldn't be cool at all.
Jiang Xing smiled while holding back tears: "Baby, what's wrong? We finally meet, why are you crying? Don't you like my original appearance?"
Lin Qingyu looked at him without saying a word. After a long moment, she shook her head in his palm.
Jiang Xing wiped away Lin Qingyu's tears with his clean and slender fingertips and said, "I am very happy to see you in my original form. I hope you can be happier too."
This was the last time they met, and he didn’t want to make Lin Qingyu sad.
Lin Qingyu seemed to understand his feelings, and seemed to be trying to convince himself, and said blankly: "You came back because I missed you?"
"That's right. As the saying goes, if you think about something during the day, you will dream about it at night." Jiang Xing said softly, "If you miss me, you will naturally dream about me."
...But why is it you, not Gu Fuzhou, who came?
He tried so hard to recall Jiang Xing's appearance, but he couldn't remember anything. The boy in front of me is so vivid, his figure is reflected in my pupils, the palms holding his cheeks are warm, and every detail is perfect.
Lin Qingyu never asked that question. It seemed that as long as he didn't ask or think about it, this would just be an ordinary dream.
Lin Qingyu raised his hand and lightly touched the boy's brow. The boy took his hand and kissed it on his lips.
Lin Qingyu said softly: "You seem to be the same as you were three years ago."
He coaxed Lin Qingyu into submission. In other words, Lin Qingyu coaxed himself into submission.
Jiang Xing's throat moved slightly: "In dreams, people never grow up." He smiled again, "Why, you used to think I was too old, but now you think I'm too young? Don't forget, I'm only one year younger than you."
Lin Qingyu smiled, a broken but bright smile: "You really like yourself the best."
"Of course. Lu Wancheng is too delicate, and Gu Fuzhou is too strong. Neither is suitable for me."
"I will remember it." Lin Qingyu locked his eyes on him, "Remember your original appearance."
Jiang Xing said, "No need, it's good to forget it."
"No, not at all!" Lin Qingyu, who had finally calmed down, suddenly became extremely panicked, "I want to remember, I don't want to forget, please don't let me forget..."
When had Jiang Xing seen Lin Qingyu so helpless? He quickly hugged her and coaxed her: "You won't forget it. Baby, you have a photographic memory, it's amazing."
"But last time, I forgot about it last time." Lin Qingyu pressed his cheek against the boy's chest, trying hard to suppress his surging emotions. Jiang Xing hoped that he could be happier and stop crying.
Jiang Xing had no choice but to lie to him: "That's because I didn't stay long enough last time. I will stay for a long time this time."
Lin Qingyu grabbed Jiang Xing's shirt. The touch of the fabric was softer than he had ever felt before. The boy's breath was pure and refreshing, enveloping him completely.
Jiang Xing wouldn't mind no matter whose body he used. As long as Jiang Xing is inside, he will be moved and like her. But he also could not deny that in this world, only Jiang Xing's appearance could make him stunning at first sight.
The young master Jiang who returned to his own body was the complete Jiang Xing.
Lin Qingyu asked: "A long time...how long is that?"
Jiang Xing was silent for a moment, and said, "We still have at least one night left, which is enough to make up for the date we didn't complete last time."
Last date...?
Lin Qingyu felt a sharp pain in his heart: "A date lasts twelve hours a day. One hour less is not a day."
Jiang Xing smiled and said, "So you still remember it."
He remembered, of course he remembered. That day, he did not complete the date with Jiang Xing. He thought there would be many opportunities in the future. He thought there was still a lot of time... He really thought so.
"Wait for you to come back," Lin Qingyu insisted, deceiving himself. "When you come back from the northwest, I won't care about anything. I will lock you up and watch you all the time. You can't go anywhere. You can only be with me for twelve hours a day."
Jiang Xing turned his head and closed his eyes. When he looked at Lin Qingyu again, he still smiled and said, "Okay. But, baby, think about it first. What do you want to do tonight?"
Lin Qingyu buried his head in his chest and did not respond.
Jiang Xing didn't ask any more questions. It would also be nice if we could hug each other quietly for a night.
After an unknown amount of time, Lin Qingyu pushed him away, pointed at a spot on his clothes and asked, "What is this?"
"Hmm..." Jiang Xing looked down at his chest. "This is the school emblem. I'm wearing a school uniform."
"How do I take off this school uniform?"
Jiang Xing was stunned: "Qingyu...?"
Lin Qingyu said firmly: "I want to invite you again."
Jiang Xing was so shaken that he couldn't speak.
"Don't reject me again." Lin Qingyu's voice trembled, "Jiang Xing."
The next moment, Lin Qingyu's vision shook. The thinly clothed boy held him horizontally and strode towards the bed.
When the young man put him on the bed, he remembered that there were no beds in the Qinzheng Hall. Jiang Xing explained: "This is a dream, baby. In a dream, you can get whatever you want."
Lin Qingyu didn't have the mind to think about these things. He took the initiative to move closer and kissed Jiang Xing on the corner of his mouth.
This kiss seemed to turn on a switch in the boy's body. He sank deeply into the bed, their lips and teeth intertwined, and his hairpin was taken off, leaving his long hair scattered all over the pillow.
If Jiang Xing was still Gu Fuzhou, their black hair would be entangled again at this moment. But now Jiang Xing has short hair, and when he bent down to kiss him, the ends of his hair on his forehead slightly blocked his eyes.
Jiang Xing’s tongue is not small at all.
Lin Qingyu was wearing heavy official uniform, layer upon layer. He raised his hand and gently stroked the boy's short hair. His wide sleeves slid down, revealing two white and thin arms.
In his dreams, he doesn't feel cold.
The official uniform was taken off, but Lin Qingyu could do nothing about Jiang Xing's clothes. Jiang Xing taught him how to take it off step by step, and at the end asked him: "Is it very convenient? It's much more convenient than Dayu's clothes."
Lin Qingyu nodded gently and asked, "Can you...?"
Jiang Xing smiled: "Guess."
In the dream, the night is deep and the candlelight is flickering.
The gauze beaded curtain hanging beside the bed was helplessly grasped by a hand. Suddenly, the hand could not bear the force anymore, the joints turned white, the bead curtain was torn off, the jade beads flew everywhere, and the dripping sound echoed in the empty hall.
Lin Qingyu closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, unable to control her tears again.
I don’t know if it’s because of the pain or something else.
"Don't cry, baby." Jiang Xing said in a low voice, "If you keep crying, I will doubt my own skills and then wither."
"You're lying. It's obviously... obviously so energetic."
Jiang Xing smiled and said, "You discovered all this."
Lin Qingyu wanted to open his eyes, but his eyes were blocked by a hand. "Don't look at me," Jiang Xingwei panted, "I'm getting shy."
Lin Qingyu was almost out of breath, and tried to bend his lips and said, "You are in my body, I can feel it."
Jiang Xing's breath stopped and he didn't say anything. He just grabbed Lin Qingyu's hands and let them climb onto his shoulders.
I don’t realize that I am just a guest in the dream, and I am greedy for pleasure at the first sound.
After endless tenderness, all that is left is the collapse of the dream.
After calming down, Jiang Xing leaned on his shoulder, and the first words he said were: "I'm sorry."
Lin Qingyu felt the wetness on his shoulder, and a trace of confusion after the joy flashed in his eyes.
Jiang Xing... is crying?
This person was not allowed to cry, but he cried anyway.
"Qingyu, I'm sorry." Jiang Xing hugged him, like a child who tried very hard but still couldn't do anything right, feeling so wronged that he didn't know what to do, "I'm sorry..."
Lin Qingyu asked him: "Why are you crying?"
Why would you cry so desperately after doing the most intimate thing?
He wanted to push the boy away to see how he was crying, but he was too tired. He couldn't push him. He could only feel the boy's tears flowing out, wetting his long hair.
Jiang Xing didn't get up from him until she had cried enough. Except for the red eyes, there was nothing unusual on his face. He asked Lin Qingyu worriedly: "Am I still handsome?"
Lin Qingyu smiled: "Yeah."
Jiang Xing smiled and hugged him from behind: "Do you want to sleep for a while?"
Lin Qingyu immediately said: "No."
Jiang Xing stayed with him, whispering sweet words softly in his ears. Until a ray of light appeared in the sky, Jiang Xing looked out the window: "It seems to be about time."
Lin Qingyu's body suddenly froze.
Jiang Xing sighed softly: "This night passed by so quickly."
Lin Qingyu realized something, and the facts that he had deliberately ignored came back to him, cruelly torturing him. "No." He hugged the boy tightly, using up all his strength, "Jiang Xing, don't... don't leave me alone again..."
Jiang Xing touched his hair: "Qingyu, this is just a dream."
"No... No." Lin Qingyu opened his eyes wide, his eyes were filled with moisture, and the calm mask was torn off, revealing an out-of-control madness, "You are lying to me again. Jiang Xing, how many times are you going to lie to me?"
The boy’s outline gradually became blurred: “This is the last time, Qingyu.”
at last……? Is it the end? No, he wanted to stay here, with Jiang Xing.
Jiang Xing agreed to his request.
He promised him!
"... Jiang wakes up!"
Lin Qingyu woke up from his dream. It was just dawn, and there was no one else in the Qinzheng Hall except him.
He sat alone at the table, with memorials piled on it, and the candle beside it had long burned out.
Lin Qingyu sat quietly, with a blank look on his face. He remembered every word Jiang Xing said and every move Jiang Xing made, but the only thing he couldn't remember was what Jiang Xing looked like.
Lin Qingyu slowly closed his eyes, and a tear fell on the last memorial sent from the northwest.
At the same time, in Xingqing Palace not far from Qinzheng Hall, Xiao Li, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly opened his eyes without any warning.
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