sinovels Chapter 11 End
Chapter 11 End
The situation in the imperial city changed in an instant, Zha Gong was deposed because of the harem's disturbance of government, incompetence, and under the mediation of various remaining forces, another prince who was only in his prime took the throne.
After that, Zha Gong was imprisoned in the imperial mausoleum, and he was not allowed to leave forever. He was only assigned two eunuchs to serve around him.
Xiao Jian's whereabouts can only become a scar deep in his heart, and crying will not help.
After dozens of days in a row, Fang Huai rushed back to the mansion exhausted after the overall situation was basically under control.
After getting the news of the shadow guard, Xiao Yan waited in front of the mansion early, although he didn't want to admit it, he did miss this man "a little": he always thought of Fang Huai when he saw everything, and was so angry that he wanted to beat him, and even more wanted to hug him.
And when Fang Huai saw the figure guarding the gate from a distance, his eyes seemed to be lit up instantly, and his tense face slowly stretched, like an iceberg melted by warm wind.
I don't know if it was more than half a month since we hadn't seen each other, Xiao Yan thought that Fang Huai was exhausted, but unexpectedly, the other party carried him into the house without saying a word.
Afterwards, his actions were particularly fierce, knocking Xiao Yan to tears in just a few strokes, and it was rare to beg for mercy in a low voice:
"Take it easy, I haven't been active for half a month, take your time."
But Fang Huai didn't seem to be able to understand human words, and he was more ruthless, causing Xiao Yan to cry and call him a beast, which made him even more excited.
"The situation in the capital has stabilized. I got a fief in the southwest."
Fang Huai held Xiao Yan's hand, clasped his fingers tightly, his eyes were astonishingly hot:
"Would you like to come with me?"
When he said this, the sprint he should do didn't stop for a moment, after all, it was always his favorite that his sweetheart could only bear it passively.
Xiao Yan's eyes were full of star-point white light, and his whole body seemed to be rolled up and thrown down by continuous waves, and the emotional voices of each other were mixed in his ears, and he didn't hear a word.
"I'll take it as you promised me."
The long hair on the pillow was messy and intertwined, and the breathing of the two of them gradually calmed down. Fang Huai raised his hand to smooth Xiao Yan's sweat-drenched forehead hair, feeling uneasy.
"Promise what?"
Turning over with difficulty, the bones of Xiao Yan's whole body seemed to be falling apart, the corners of his eyes were moist, and a pair of black eyes full of water vapor looked at the person next to the pillow in a daze.
The room was so quiet that only each other's heartbeats could be heard. Fang Huai swallowed, and asked each word in a hoarse voice:
"Come with me to the southwestern fiefdom."
To Fang Huai's surprise, the next moment, Xiao Yan replied almost without thinking, "Okay."
There was another silence, and Xiao Yan was so tired that he closed his eyes, thinking that he was finally willing to let him go, so that he could fall asleep with peace of mind.
After a while, Fang Huai finally regained his senses from the unbelievable shock, and pressed down again, his voice could not hide his ecstasy:
"Really? Then we'll leave tomorrow!"
"You give me a break."
Complaining in his heart that this person took the wrong medicine today or something, Xiao Yan pushed him with his hands indiscriminately, but he didn't push, and said angrily:
"In this way, I won't be able to stand up tomorrow, how can I start!"
"I thought you would say no."
Fang Huai buried his head in the crescent of Xiao Yan's neck, like a big dog that has eaten fat, wagging its tail at its master flatteringly:
"After all, other places are no better than the capital, in case you dislike the dilapidated place and don't want to leave..."
"Are you stupid?"
Being scratched by his slightly frizzy black hair made his neck itchy, Xiao Yan raised his hand and patted his back, comforting him softly:
"I didn't grow up in the capital. Do you really think that I followed you because I was greedy for wealth and wealth? But,"
Speaking of this, Xiao Yan suddenly opened his eyes, pinched Fang Huai's chin with one hand, pulled a mischievous smile at the corner of his mouth, and changed the topic:
"If I really refuse, what are you going to do?"
"I have prepared many reasons to persuade you to change your mind. If you still disagree,"
Looking eagerly into Xiao Yan's eyes, Fang Huai subconsciously tightened his hands, and confessed like beans poured out of a bamboo tube:
"Then I will make you unable to get up tomorrow, and you can only let me carry you into the carriage. Not only that, but in order not to make you regret halfway, I will not let you have the strength to escape along the way..."
The more he spoke, the more excited he became, as if he couldn't wait to raise his gun to go into battle, but he didn't notice that Xiao Yan was already furious when he heard it, and he threw him over with all his strength:
"You are simply not human! Get out of here!"
"no!"
Fang Huai reacted very quickly and climbed up again, counting that Xiao Yan had no strength to struggle, so he said with a worried face:
"It's you who said it yourself. If you have something to say, you should talk about it on the bed. You can't carry it to the next day when you are angry."
Xiao Yan: "Wooooooh"
So in order to let Fang Huai calm down, Xiao Yan really behaved like a little white rabbit the next day, and only watched Fang Huai arrange his followers.
So far, the two have settled in the southwest, away from power disputes, and have never returned to the capital.
The people in the fief live and work in peace and contentment, and the most talked about is Marquis Weiyuan and his "Brother Qi", but no matter what the rumors are outside, the two are always as loving as ever.
Decades later, Xiao Yan stayed by Fang Huai's bedside, both of them were covered with silver hair, only the love in each other's eyes remained undiminished.
"I've made arrangements. After I go, everyone in this mansion will hear that you are almost there."
Feeling that his life has come to an end, Fang Huai's eyes are full of reluctance. If possible, he hopes to protect Xiao Yan until the last moment, and let him bear the pain of losing his husband.
"You're old and confused."
With tears in his eyes, Xiao Yan still smiled and held Fang Huai's hand tightly, and said softly:
"I said I would stay by your side until you dislike me. Could it be that you are tired of it?"
"What nonsense?" Fang Huai held his hand instead, and just about to speak, he heard him say:
"After you leave, I will bury you."
Covering Fang Huai's mouth tremblingly, Xiao Yan's tone was extremely serious, with tears in his smile on his wrinkled face:
"Anyway, it's a matter of time, let me look at this mansion every day to see things and think about people, why don't you hurry up and follow you."
Seeing the light flickering in the man's eyes, Xiao Yan's heart felt unprecedentedly peaceful, without any regrets.
The day after Fang Huai's death, Xiao Yan settled his funeral, lay down peacefully beside him in his clothes, and lost his breath after a while.
……
"Xiao Yan? Doctor! Come doctor!"
The mechanical sound of the equipment running, the shouts of unknown people, and the noise from all directions made Xiao Yan feel like a boulder was crushed on his body, his consciousness was chaotic, and his vision was blurred.
"Are you awake? Do you still recognize us?"
The faces of relatives, friends and wives gradually enlarged in Xiao Yan's pupils, he moved his lips, his throat was so dry that he couldn't make a sound.
"The patient has just woken up, and his consciousness has not yet recovered. It will take time to recover."
His chest rose and fell violently, Xiao Yan couldn't move his limbs, and his lips trembled slightly: Hyundai, he's back again.
After various unnamed examinations, Xiao Yan learned from his relatives, friends and wife that after the car accident, he was sent to the hospital. Miraculously, his internal organs were not seriously damaged, but he has been in a coma for two months.
"He (relatives and friends) is coming. If it weren't for you, we would be orphans and widows."
The wife of relatives and friends is also Xiao Yan's classmate. She and relatives and friends got married not long after graduation. Xiao Yan vaguely remembered that when his accident happened, his sister-in-law had just given birth to a child.
"Sorry, I shouldn't have involved you two, you still have children to take care of..."
Xiao Yan was filled with guilt at the moment, if his relatives and friends hadn't released him on bail, there wouldn't have been such a disaster.
"You don't need to tell us this!"
Hearing his insincere words, his relatives, friends, and wives seemed a little angry, and it was not easy to get angry, so they had to persuade him:
"I didn't tell anyone else about your trashy ex-boyfriend. Don't worry. We'll come back to store your things in his place and store them in the rented warehouse. The boss who cheated was later reported. I abused my power and was fired. If you find a job, you can find it again. If you have hands and feet, you can always start over..."
This time the car accident was judged to be the responsibility of the driver, and Xiao Yan himself had insurance, even though he lost his job, relying on savings and compensation, at least enough for him to be cool for a while.
However, whenever the night is quiet, there will always be a great sadness in Xiao Yan's heart, which makes him unable to control himself.
"Never having it is not the same as having it and losing it."
He couldn't find any trace of Fang Huai in this world, his heart felt like a hole had been torn open, and the wind would sting his flesh and blood.
Xiao Yan knew that if he told about this, [-]% of him would be sent to a mental hospital.
But even if there is only memory left, he still wants to remember every bit of the relationship with Fang Huai. This kind of sweet pain cannot be relieved.
The day before he was discharged from the hospital, he received a call from the countryside, saying that his grandmother passed away and left him a small house.
Xiao Yan's parents divorced and was raised by his grandmother. When he grew up, he sent his grandmother to a nursing home and went to the big city to work alone.
When he returned to the country, the funeral was very simple. His parents were abroad and were not present, so he was the only one to deal with relatives.
The small house left by his grandmother has four floors. The first floor and the third and fourth floors are used for rent, and the second floor holds the things Xiao Yan left when he was a child.
The tenant on the first floor once chatted with Xiao Yan, and when he saw him come back, he kindly asked:
"My condolences have changed. I'm too busy today. Grandma is usually very kind to us. If there is anything I can help, just ask."
Xiao Yanqiang smiled and nodded: "Thank you."
Pushing open the door on the second floor, he looked at the house full of old things, feeling indescribably bewildered:
Now, he was really alone.
"Hello, please let me go."
Hearing the sound from behind, Xiao Yan realized that he was standing in the middle of the corridor, muttered "I'm sorry", then moved aside, accidentally raised his head to glance at the people on the stairs, and froze in place for a moment.
Excessive mental stress, poor sleep environment...
Fang Huai couldn't help thinking about what the doctor said just now. Since more than two months ago, he had been caught in a series of dreams, and he couldn't find out why even when he went to the hospital.
At first he thought it was caused by high-pressure work, so he took a month off and rented a house in the countryside to recuperate.
However, the dream was still uninterrupted. Later, he unknowingly fell in love with everything in the dream, as well as the young man in the dream. He even missed him when he woke up.
Half a month ago, the dream disappeared inexplicably, as if it had never existed. Fang Huai felt that he had lost something, as if he had lost something extremely important, and he didn't know where to find it.
This almost drove Fang Huai into madness. He always felt that the person who had spent his whole life with him in the dream was still by his side. As long as he turned his head, he could see the smile that haunted him; I can feel that person's temperature.
But reality always slaps him hard on the face. Recently, he often subconsciously looks for someone who looks like Xiao Yan on the street, and his reason tells him that if this continues, he will not be far from being sent to the hospital, but he just can't forget it. Drop it, and don't want to forget it.
Until he saw the young man standing blankly by the corridor, that person seemed to come to reality through a dream, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether what he saw was an illusion or reality.
"You..." Fang Huai stared at the person by the wall, only worried that the person would disappear in the blink of an eye.
"Hello."
Xiao Yan's eyes were astringent, his nails were embedded in his palms, relying on the pain to remind himself not to lose his composure:
"I'm the new landlord."
His throat was so congested that he couldn't speak, Xiao Yan kept warning himself that the person in front of him and Fang Huai were only similar in appearance, but a stranger, but he couldn't move his eyes away.
"Hi, I'm Fang, Fang Huai, from Fang Yuan, from Huai River."
Fang Huai unconsciously took a few steps forward, raised his hand carefully to touch Xiao Yan's arm, and felt the warmth in his palm, telling him clearly:
All this is true.
Hearing this name, Xiao Yan heard a "boom" in his head, leaned forward uncontrollably, grabbed Fang Huai's arm with his backhand, and heard himself reply tremblingly:
"Xiao Yan, nice to meet you."
Fang Huai was so excited that he was incoherent: "This is my mobile phone, WeChat, and other contact information. If you need help, you can find me at any time. I live upstairs, and you can find me if you have no place to live."
Xiao Yan: ...It has been said that I am the landlord.
"If you are free now, can you help clean up the inside together? I haven't been here for a long time."
Forcing himself to let go, Xiao Yan smiled at Fang Huai, who stared at him blankly, as if he couldn't get enough of it.
The two cleaned silently for a while, Fang Huai couldn't help but sneak a glance at Xiao Yan's expression, pretending to have nothing to say and asking:
"Xiao Yan, do you believe in supernatural powers in the world?"
The hand holding the broom froze, Xiao Yan didn't dare to have any hope, lowered his head and replied vaguely:
"Believe it, there are still many unknown mysteries in the world."
Then, Fang Huai insisted on making dinner for Xiao Yan on the grounds of cleaning up Xiao Yan's dust, and took the opportunity to inquire about the other party's age and other information.
When he heard that Xiao Yan didn't have a girlfriend, he almost cheered, and there was only one huge problem left: how to determine whether the two really had an intersection in the dream.
"I said, you ask so many questions, how about checking the account?"
If it weren't for seeing that he looked like another Fang Huai, Xiao Yan would have been impatient for a long time, and asked instead:
"You are such a good cook, why don't you invite your girlfriend to eat with you?"
"I don't have a girlfriend."
Fang Huai turned off the induction cooker, served the good dishes in front of Xiao Yan, his gaze was like a torch:
"I'm looking for a boyfriend."
Xiao Yan was startled, turned his eyes away, and replied with an unnatural expression:
"I didn't expect you to be in the same league, but I broke up with my ex-boyfriend not long ago, and I have just been discharged from the hospital. I have a lot of headaches, so I don't have such thoughts at all."
He was telling the truth. To him, Fang Huai in his dream had just passed away, and his heart simply couldn't accommodate another person.
What's more, the "ex-husband" found a new love within a few days of his death, probably because he wanted to make him jump out of the coffin in anger.
"So it is."
Fang Huai couldn't hide his disappointment, poured a glass of wine for the two of them, and said with a wry smile:
"To relieve boredom, I have been having a dream since two months ago."
He lowered his head and took a sip of his wine, staring at the familiar face in front of him, his black eyes filled with unresolved sorrow:
"In my dream, I was the Marquis of an unknown dynasty, and I fell in love with a stunning beauty, who..."
"Bangdang."
Xiao Yan stared at him blankly, the glass in his hand slipped and shattered.
Seeing his reaction in his eyes, Fang Huai paused, his tone soft and affectionate, from the time the two met, until Xiao Yan in his dream said that he would be buried for him.
At the end, he let out a long sigh, choked up and asked Xiao Yan who was already in tears:
"You may laugh at me as a fool, even if it is a dream, I am sincere to him. Moreover, I really miss him. If I am lucky enough to meet him in this world, what do you think I should do?"
Xiao Yan's heart twitched, he stopped hesitating, got up and crossed the table, raised his chin and kissed him hard.
"I still can't believe it." Once again, Fang Huai hugged him tightly, "I'm afraid it will be a dream again when I wake up."
"Is that so?" Xiao Yan grabbed his arm with one hand and twisted it vigorously: "Does it hurt?"
"It's crippled."
Xiao Yan couldn't put it down to his abdominal muscles: "It's even better than the figure in my dream."
Fang Huai raised his eyebrows: "Don't tell me you only love my body?"
"If you say something about only cultivating feelings, just wait and see!"
"Actually, I want to say that I don't mind..."
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