MTL - Qiang Jin Jiu-Chapter 209 embrace

Chashi Tiankeng is the night of Shen Zechuan.

When he first entered the Temple of Chaosin, the house in the temple was dilapidated, and the rotten windows couldn't bear the cold wind. Ji Gang left him the only shelter from the wind, and he drew his arms against him, afraid to tell Master that he could not sleep.

At that time, Shen Zechuan could still remember Qing Jimu's face. His elder brother had the shadow of Hua Yanting, and he was so handsome. When he was at home, his relatives almost smashed the threshold.

"I'm thinking about promotion," Ji Mu squatted in the yard and chopped dumplings. "Let's go to the east when we get promoted."

Shen Zechuan learned how to cook dumplings, stuffed his cheeks, and nodded vaguely, "I'll show you the bitch."

Ji Mu had two young girls who had no guesses. They originally lived next to them but later moved to the east. The girl's father tended to be inflamed, and always wanted to put her daughter in the door, Ji Mu joined the army in order to fight for tone, Cheng Ri desperately to work, just wanted to get married before the girl came out.

Ji Gang didn't make much money and his family was not rich. Hua Yanting raised two sons and gave them dowry to become the silver to marry in the future. Seeing that Ji Mu's boss is no longer young, she is in the room with Ji Gang to plan a broker.

The winter in Duanzhou is very empty. To the east is Chashihe. When they were younger, they would drag the plough on the ice in winter. Shen Zechuan is clever and always tricks the little ghosts who follow him to be horses. He is the master himself and sits on the plow and directs people to run around.

Ji Mu said to Ji Gang at the moment: "My brother will definitely be good in the future."

Hua Yanting regarded Shen Zechuan as his son, and Ji Mu regarded Shen Zechuan as his brother. When Xiao Chiye and Xiao Jiming ran Mara Bow from the north, Ji Mu took Shen Zechuan across the mountains and ran blind. Before Shen Zechuan was fifteen years old, Ji Jia's punches were so sloppy, Ji Mu was always carrying it for him, and Hua Yanting was not allowed to train others.

The three years of Xiande raised the flag, and the whole family was happy. Hua Yanting organized a game, counted up the savings in the family, and planned to propose to Ji Dong's matchmaker to the girl in the east.

At that time, Ji Mu was on rotation. Shen Zechuan brought Hua Baoting's meals to the garrison barracks to deliver meals to his elder brother. That night was the last time Shen Zechuan saw Hua Yanting. The teacher stood at the gate of the courtyard, fastened him, and wore a wind collar to cover him tightly, and ordered "Go early and return early."

Ji Mu secretly drank Shen Zechuan's wine, and Shen Zechuan dipped it with chopsticks, sitting in a soldier with a tiger's back on his back, like a carrot wrapped in a ladle. When it was snowing, these rude men said that Ruixue had a good year and Duanzhou had a good harvest next year.

Ji Mu tapped a porcelain bowl with chopsticks and sang a flat tone. He was only twenty years old at the time, and was about to marry his wife. The two brothers were harmonious and their parents were free from illness and worry. It was a good time.

Every time Shen Zechuan thought of that night, she burst into tears. He lost the courage to look back in Zhao sin Temple and never dreamed of these times. In the seven-year nightmare, Ji Mu turned into an abominable skeleton. Shen Zechuan forgot his big brother's appearance and even couldn't remember their last conversation.

Why didn't he pull Ji Mu?

Shen Zechuan crawled out and fell back again. In the first few years, he would still lie there crying, and "Shen Zechuan" was left here. He stood up and saw Xue buried himself.

Military boots stepped on the snow and made a slight noise.

Shen Zechuan turned his head indifferently, and saw Ji Du, a servant in the snow. Ji Mu was clean tonight and he was not injured. Holding the knife handle, he approached Shen Zechuan.

After seven years, Ji Mu has not changed. His cheeks were reddish, and he wheezed while walking, and the suffocation struggling in the sea of ​​blood disappeared. Shen Zechuan looked at him, remembering the calm tone before his departure.

Shen Zechuan was already as tall as Ji Mu, and he said wearily, "Brother."

Ji Mu stood in front of Shen Zechuan, and Fengxue blew his messy hair, he said, "Why not go home?"

Shen Zechuan said: "It's too snowy and you forgot your way."

Ji Mu looked at Shen Zechuan and laughed: "Silly boy, my mother is looking for you."

Shen Zechuan turned back and saw Hua Yanting over there. The lady carried the lantern in the heavy snow, and her skirt was shaken by the wind. He looked at him, tears burst into his eyes.

He remembers everything, so he wants to forget everything.

Ji Mu helped stabilize the sword, crossed Shen Zechuan, and walked towards Hua Yanting.

Shen Zechuan suddenly shouted uncontrollably: "Brother!"

Shen Zechuan was crying and went to catch Ji Mu. But Ji Mu didn't look back, Shen Zechuan chased after him, and with every step he took, the blood under his feet went up an inch. He hurriedly pulled his leg, but couldn't break the restraint, and finally fell into a pool of blood, entangled by the corpse, and Chao Ji screamed exhaustedly, "You come back!"

Ji Mu is about to disappear into the snow.

Shen Zechuan couldn't catch anything, and was drowned in blood and water in the occupied tiankeng. The drowning panic swept through, and he couldn't breathe, but struggled, watching the glimmer fade.

"Shen Lanzhou--!"

Xiao Chiye picked up Shen Zechuan, and that strong shoulder could bear the heavy rain. With the scorching sun, he wiped out the dark world with a strong wind, and let the snow and snow suddenly disperse. He was so hot that he couldn't hold anything else around Shen Zechuan.

Shen Zechuan suddenly woke up and was soaked. Xiao Chiye clamped his face, touched the tip of his nose in the dark, and kissed him soothingly. Shen Zechuan was still breathing, and he wrapped his arms around Xiao Chiye's neck, wet his eyes in this snuggle.

Xiao Chiye approached and coaxed: "Lanzhou is back, come back to me."

Shen Zechuan nodded his head with apprehension, rubbed Xiao Chiye's forehead, and looked at Xiao Chiye's eyes full of panic. Xiao Chiye narrowed his eyes with his thumb and rubbed his cheek.

"It's all right," Xiao Chiye said and kissed. "Hug."

The military account was new, and the charcoal pot was not burnt enough, and it went out in the middle of the night. The two slept on a humble plank bed, with a thin mattress underneath and a large quilt covering their bodies. Xiao Chiye was afraid of Lanzhou's illness. He took his cold hand back, shoved it into his clothes, and stuck it to his chest.

Shen Zechuan calmly breathed and wrinkled Xiao Chiye's clothes. Xiao Chiye's arms never let go of him, so he put on his jacket and talked to him in a murmur.

Xiao Chiye asked: "Is it cold?"

Shen Zechuan buried his face in Xiao Chiye's neck, and Shen Sheng said, "Cold."

Xiao Chiye hugged Shen Zechuan, pressed his chin with his chin, and half-closed his eyes, said, "It won't be colder if you stick closer."

The two portraits are cubs that depend on each other, warming against each other. Shen Zechuan's hand touched Xiao Chiye's back, and Xiao Chiye was deflated. Shen Zechuan felt relieved when he touched the wolf. He touched it carefully, as if touching the fur of the wolf.

The muscles on Xiao Chiye's back were obvious. He was itchy and had nowhere to hide. He could only lift his head slightly and felt numbness in his waist and eyes. Finally couldn't bear it, raised his hand and caught Shen Zechuan's wrist, turned over and held Lan Zhou underneath, his nose was slightly sinking, and he didn't move against him.

Shen Zechuan said angrily: "Aren't you embracing?"

"Are you holding it?" Xiao Chiye leaned closer to him and whispered again, "Are you holding it?"

Shen Zechuan felt that the voice escaped from his throat. He looked at Xiao Chiye as if he was afraid to speak.

Xiao Chiye loosened Shen Zechuan's wrist and moved down his waist to feel the flushing on the surface of Shen Zechuan, which was itchy. He couldn't bear it before, but Xiao Chiye pressed him with his chest, so that he gradually wet his affectionate eyes, panting in a hurry, and raised his head and laughed.

Xiao Chiye loved Lanzhou and laughed, and his eyes were half-squint, and all of them were in it, drowning him.

Shen Zechuan laughed with a wet neck, clothes on his back, sweaty. He felt tired, breathing slowly, and met Xiao Chiye's kiss. The hot clothes were so hot that Shen Zechuan forgot about the snow.

Xiao Chiye knew that Lanzhou couldn't sleep well, but he was here tonight.

He was ambitious and wanted Lanzhou to dream of himself.

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