Chapter 11 The world in Luoyunjian, destroy it!
Hmm? Hmm?
"Am I hallucinating?" The young man shook his sore wrist and sat down on the bed. "Why is it Brother Lan's voice..."
Yong Shaolan: “…”
The boy was so frustrated that he wanted to beat his chest and stamp his feet, thinking that he was hallucinating and didn't want to look back.
Stupid.
Yong Shaolan slid his throat, moved his eyes away from the white body, and knelt on the bed: "Brother Chen, I'm back."
"Hmm? Hmm?" Zhao Yan tilted his head, feeling frustrated that he couldn't solve the problem himself. Then he heard a gentle and affectionate male voice, and the alarm bells in his brain suddenly rang: "!!!!"
I turned around suddenly and saw the man in plain clothes behind me. If it wasn’t Brother Lan, who else could it be?
Yong Shaolan took off the blindfold from his eyes, and without waiting for the young man to say anything, he moved behind him, hugged him tightly in his arms, and touched his forehead: "Brother Chen."
"Didn't you take the medicine?"
Too ambiguous.
Zhao Yan was like a fish on shore or a cat in water, struggling violently in the man's arms. However, Yong Shaolan was almost a head taller than him, and his broad shoulders wrapped around his entire body, holding him tightly. The male voice, speaking softly, was as clear as raindrops falling on the water, pleasant to the ears and pleasing to the heart.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left in such a hurry."
“…”
Zhao Yan couldn't struggle free, so he leaned his head back on the man's shoulder: "I must be dreaming..."
"Well, close your eyes and think of it as a dream."
Just five minutes passed, and Zhao Yan's whole body was like a puddle of clay lying in the man's arms. After a long while, seeing that the man behind him didn't move, he moved his lips and said, "Um, do you have a handkerchief?"
"Hmm?" Yong Shaolan: "Feeling better?"
"Ah... well that's... much better." Zhao Yan closed his eyes, recalling what had just happened. He wanted to give himself two big pouches. Brother Lan's hand, which was written by him, was stained by him: "Well, well, thank you Brother Lan, I... I was afraid of mosquito bites this afternoon... I didn't mean to be in your bed... I'm sorry."
"No problem, I like you playing with my bed." Yong Shaolan moved his body, lifted the quilt and wrapped the boy in it, then went to find a handkerchief. After wiping it clean, he held the handkerchief and went out: "Didn't you eat anything tonight?"
"Hmm?" Zhao Yan poked his head out from under the covers: "What?"
It's already midnight, right? It's okay to skip a meal.
"I'll go cook for you. After you eat, take some medicine so that you won't feel uncomfortable tomorrow." After saying that, Yong Shaolan hurried out the door.
Zhao Yan: “…………”
Before she could even say no, the man disappeared.
After a while, the sound of water splashing was heard in the yard. Zhao Yan curled up in the quilt and repented for a while. Unable to sleep, she prepared to get up and help the man do something.
The village is quiet and peaceful at night, with the bright moon hanging high in the sky and the wind blowing through the treetops, occasionally with bursts of rustling sounds.
The young man put on his clothes, moved his bedding back to the bamboo bed, tidied up his brother Lan's bed, and then opened the door to the main room. Sure enough, he saw that the bathing tent had been set up in the yard again, and there was a circle of water on the ground under the tent.
"Brother Lan, I can't sleep," Zhao Yan said, standing beside the tent. "Um, are you taking a shower? The medicine is in the kitchen. Should I go watch the fire?"
"Well..." the man's voice was deep, "Just stand there and don't move."
"Talk to me for a while."
Zhao Yan: "Ah? Are you scared?"
It was indeed quite scary at night. Zhao Yan said, then he moved a small stool and sat in the yard: "Okay, I'll accompany you... Uh... Why did you come back so suddenly?"
The man's voice softened a bit, "I'm afraid you'll be lonely."
Zhao Yan: “…”
Well, judging from his behavior just now, he did give people a very "lonely" impression.
"That, that's all because I didn't take the medicine..." Zhao Yan felt that the explanation was a bit far-fetched. After all, he was in someone else's bed and did that kind of thing: "I, I didn't mean to... Well, anyway, I can't explain it clearly. I really am not a homosexual."
"Just, can you really treat what happened tonight as a secret between the two of us? Just a secret between good brothers?" Zhao Yan said, then lowered his head: "Oh, I think it's outrageous even when I hear it myself. How can such a thing happen between good brothers..."
Zhao Yan held his head in his hands and said angrily, "I will compensate your brother Lan. I mean what I say. Just think of it as a dog bite."
"No problem." The male voice suddenly became very deep again, "If Brother Shen doesn't want to take responsibility, then I will pretend that nothing happened tonight."
Zhao Yan: “…”
There was a bit of awkwardness in the air. It was not that Zhao Yan didn't understand what Brother Lan meant, but he was really not a homosexual and had no way to respond to his love. And what if... what if Brother Lan liked him because of his special physique?
Zhao Yan stood up and said, "Forget it. I'd better go do something. Where's your handkerchief? I'll wash it for you. It's dirty. It was me who made it."
At this time, Yong Shaolan called out with a gasp: "Yanyan."
"Hmm?" Zhao Yan scratched his head. "What's wrong?"
"It's okay," Yong Shaolan held the handkerchief, which had become stickier, in his palm and sniffed it gently. "The handkerchief is dirty, I'll wash it."
Zhao Yan: "Okay, then I'll go to the kitchen."
It took me half an hour to wash. It was so slow.
…
Zhao Yan rushed into the kitchen and found that the medicine pot on the small stove was bubbling with smoke, water was boiling in a large pot next to it, and the small backpack where he carried mushrooms during the day was covered with a piece of cloth.
Zhao Yan lifted the cloth and found a small jar and some rice noodles inside.
At this time, Yong Shaolan, who had finished his work, also changed into clean clothes and walked into the kitchen with wet hair. "If you can't sleep, sit next to me and talk. I'll cook."
Zhao Yan: "...Okay."
"Have you sold all the mushrooms? How's the harvest?"
Yong Shaolan took a handful of rice noodles and threw them into the boiling water. "I bought two hundred coins. The weather has been humid these days, so mushrooms are growing a lot, so the price has dropped."
"Okay," Zhao Yan knew that the mushrooms were worthless, and he would have to go to the mountains to look for herbs another day. He didn't believe that his good luck would be gone so soon. He still had to sell a recliner to Brother Lan... and of course his horse.
Thinking of Ma'er, he suddenly remembered that Brother Lan had said he was staying in Qingshui Village to wait for his guard. Today, Daniu said that his relatives had been found. Could he be referring to his guard? If Brother Lan had found his guard, would he leave?
Zhao Yan muttered, "Um, Brother Lan, did you get things done smoothly today? Why didn't I see you bring anyone back?"
After Zhao Yan finished speaking, he saw the man sitting by the stove pause as he added firewood. He then said solemnly, "The person we found was a family guard. He was on his last breath. He was dead when I rushed over. But the person I was looking for was my personal guard who had been with me all year round. He's still missing, so it's a good result."
"Ah? My condolences..." Zhao Yan pursed his lips. He didn't expect this result. But then he thought, who is Brother Lan? Why is he being hunted down?
"Then, Brother Lan, you..." Zhao Yan said a few words, then felt that it was not appropriate to ask about other people's family affairs, so he swallowed his words.
"I bought it on my way back. Try it." Yong Shaolan said as he poured the cooked rice noodles into a bowl. He then used a small spoon to scoop out a large spoonful of mutton stew from the jar, sprinkled some green onions on it, and placed it on the small table in front of the boy. "It's still the same shop as last time, but I bought a little more. It's cheaper. If you like it, you can eat it again tomorrow."
Zhao Yan didn't eat much for lunch. He slept until now and did some physically demanding work. He wasn't hungry until he smelled the aroma of mutton noodles, but when the noodles were served, his stomach started to growl.
"Brother Lan, you are so nice!" Zhao Yan took a sip of rice noodles. It was fragrant, glutinous and slippery. After swallowing it, he felt that nothing was a problem anymore!
Yong Shaolan looked at the boy's satisfied expression and smiled: "As long as you like it."
Zhao Yan had big eyes and a small stomach, and he was full after eating half a bowl. Yong Shaolan had no choice but to finish the rest of the noodles. After finishing the meal and taking the medicine, the two of them cleaned up the kitchen together. It was almost two o'clock at this time. Zhao Yan felt dizzy after eating and yawned.
Yong Shaolan put the bowl away, wiped his hands, and rubbed the boy's head: "Let's go, go back to sleep."
Zhao Yan had already moved his bed back, and the two of them parted ways as soon as they entered the inner room. Yong Shaolan stood in front of the bed and watched the young man get on the bamboo bed and get into the quilt. His hand under the crane cloak suddenly tightened.
Zhao Yan happily poked his head out, blinking his almond-shaped eyes as he looked at the man standing in front of the bed: "Brother Lan, why don't you go to bed?"
After saying that, the man walked towards him, lifted his mattress, and picked him up horizontally with the mattress.
Zhao Yan was speechless: "Hmm? Hmm? What are you doing?"
"Go to sleep." After saying that, he placed the boy's quilt inside his own quilt. "The bed is big. You can sleep in it from now on."
“…………I don’t want it!” Zhao Yan started to struggle after saying that, but Yong Shaolan completely pressed him down with the quilt. His slightly cold fingertips pinched the boy’s jaw, forcing him to look at him.
Zhao Yan: “…………”
I asked weakly, "I just don't listen?"
Yong Shaolan pursed his lips, recalling the boy's naked appearance with his back to him that day: "You don't want to know for now, go to sleep."
Said he.
Brother Lan wants to fuck him!
Zhao Yan suddenly felt a chill on his butt. He pushed the person slightly and turned his face away, mumbling, "I know. Just be obedient. Go to sleep!"
…
The next day, Zhao Yan slept until noon. He vaguely heard the sound of reading in the main hall, then he rolled over and over several times and got up.
"Brother Lan...you're so noisy."
In the main hall, all the children in Qingshui Village, from those who could walk to those who were fifteen or sixteen, lined up in five or six rows, and followed the teacher to study in an orderly manner.
Yong Shaolan heard the noise from the inner room, then raised his hand to signal the children who were studying to stop: "Your teacher's wife has woken up, so please come here at noon today."
Children: “Yeah!”
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