sinovels Chapter 8 My Room
Chapter 8 My Room
When Qianlang passed by, Wen Yuran saw the clump of "struggling" in his hand, like a large tangle of hair, and he felt his heart was hit again.
"I'll take care of these, you can rest assured to sleep, everything will be fine." The palms tightened suddenly, pinching the clump of hair a little weaker, Qian Lang still smiled casually, "Do you want me to sleep with you?"
"No need!" Why is it that the word comes out of this man's mouth, and he just can't think that it only means "sleeping together"?
Finally, the regretful Qianlang was sent away. Before Wen Yuran finished changing his pajamas, the mobile phone next to him rang. It turned out that it was Yin Mu who called to inquire about the situation.
"People are not short of arms or legs, but I feel that I have suffered a great mental trauma today." Reaching out to pull off the clothes, Wen Yuran helplessly complained to the phone, "You tall man likes men?"
"I don't know him well, and I haven't heard of him having any quirks other than cleanliness. What did he do to you?"
"That's not true. It's just that the person I met on the first day treated me so well, I was always a little scared." Sitting on the bed after changing clothes and sighing deeply, Wen Yuran felt that "good" is too euphemistic to describe , "How should I put it, it's quite scary, but if I were a woman, I would definitely not be able to handle it now."
There was a small silence on the other end of the phone before replying: "Should I wish you happiness in advance?"
"It turns out that you still have the hobby of pimping, which is good enough." Wen Yuran couldn't help but move his gaze to the window. He watched Qianlang grab something out of the window before, which made him feel a little bit nervous. care.
"I've already asked for leave for you. I've asked for three days. I won't fire you. You can rest assured these few days."
"Thanks then, it feels good to abuse power through the back door." Wen Yuran is now quite thankful that he did not reject Yin Mu's proposal to work in his family's branch company, otherwise he might have been fired.
The two chatted for a few more words before hanging up the phone. Although it was still early for him to go to bed, Wen Yuran was seriously sleep deprived these days, so Wen Yuran turned off the lights and went to sleep.
To be honest, I didn't sleep well this time, partly because I was somewhat uncomfortable living in someone else's house, and partly because of psychological effects.
Therefore, Wen Yuran woke up earlier, opened his eyes at 06:30, but was still a little unconscious, and lay on the bed in a daze for about 10 minutes before sitting up yawning.
Rubbing his eyes and turning sideways, Wen Yuran wanted to step on the slippers, but he didn't expect to step on something warm and soft, which made him wake up immediately.
Quickly retracting his legs and looking down, he saw a big living person lying on the ground speechlessly, and after being woken up by his stepping on his stomach, he was still in the mood to smile at him: "Good morning, did you sleep well last night? "
"Why are you here?!"
"Because this is my room."
This reason is so good that Wen Yuran was speechless for a moment: "Isn't this a guest room? And you can ask me to go to another room."
Qianlang sat up from the ground, and Wen Yuran saw that the pajamas on the other party were of his lover's style: "Of course the master bedroom should be yours. I've been sleeping here all the time. It's a pleasure to sleep in the same room as you." Obviously. The second half is the point.
But I'm not happy at all!
The two got up at the same time, and the bathroom was big enough, so they went to wash up together. I have to say that when Wen Yuran looked up and saw that the two of them in the mirror were using things of a couple's style, the embarrassment was indescribable.
After washing up, before changing out of his pajamas, Qianlang excitedly took Wen Yuran to take a photo with his mobile phone, and Wen Yuran just watched helplessly as he coded the person in the photo, and then put it on On Weibo, with the words: Get up together o(*////▽////*)q After this incident is over, he must seriously tell Yin Mu that he is more powerful than him in this world than he is. There are definitely people with faces.
"Let's talk about business." He said sadly.
"Okay, what do you want to hear first? Is it about us, or about that thing?"
Comparing the two things together, Wen Yuran felt that the latter would obviously take longer: "Then let's talk about our relationship first."
"You should have been to a place called Wulou Mountain when you were a child, and you said your name was Wen Ran, that's why I haven't been able to find you."
Wulou Mountain?The name sounded familiar, and after thinking hard for a while, Wen Yuran remembered that the mountain next to the rural place where grandma lived was called Wulou Mountain. When grandma was still alive, he would go to live in that small mountain village for a while every year.The name change is also true, although Wen Yuran still doesn't know the reason for it, and when he asked his mother, he just avoided the important and lightly changed the topic and refused to explain clearly.
"Actually, that mountain is a dead end. A family with a long history lives in the mountain and set up a formation on the mountain. Once a living person accidentally falls into it, it will become the nourishment of that mountain." While explaining to Wen Yuran, Qian Lang skillfully cracked two eggs and fried them in the pan, "And you fell into that situation. I was the gatekeeper in charge of guarding the Vientiane Ring in the family, and then I met you."
What is this unfolding?Wen Yuran was stunned when he heard it, and felt a little familiar. Isn't this the scene where the hero and heroine meet in TV dramas?
"You said at the time that you would marry me, but as a tool for guarding the ring, people in the clan have always told me that I cannot have relatives, friends, or lovers. I will only have a master in the future, only the master. Talent is all I have, and all my own needs and ideas are just useless garbage."
From Wen Yuran's point of view, this should have been a gloomy and sad memory. After all, a child is forced to accept such thoughts since he was a child. Adults are almost trying to erase all his own thoughts and views, which is too cruel.
But he couldn't find a trace of resentment on Qianlang's face, or it should be said that he didn't have any negative emotions at all, instead he was relaxed and happy: "So I will let you be the master of me and the Vientiane ring, so that I am Is it yours? Afterwards, I let you leave Wulou Mountain, but before that, you had stayed in the dead end for too long, and you were soaked in Yin Qi, leaked Yang Qi, and easily attracted ghosts. At that time, you still Small, that's why I can temporarily seal it up. Your memory was probably lost due to the invasion of Yin Qi. Later, I found an opportunity to escape from the clan in order to find you, but I didn't have time to leave any mark at that time. , so I have not been able to find you."
Seeing Qianlang turn over the fried eggs in the pan, Wen Yuran hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help asking: "Being treated like that by your family, are you... okay?" How can it be okay after all this? Isn't this intentionally stimulating people?
"Clang"
The spatula in Qianlang's hand fell on the sink, and he picked it up again calmly, but Wen Yuran noticed that his hand was trembling slightly, and he was holding the spatula so hard that his fingers were a little bit It turned white, as if it was forcibly enduring something.
"How can I be bad?" He asked softly, "Being with your master and being used by him is the greatest glory and happiness of a tool."
The fire was turned off, and the eggs were already fried. The golden yolks set off the white and tender egg whites, which made people appetizing, but Wen Yuran felt that there was something wrong with Qianlang.It's not an expression or movement, but an inexplicable feeling, maybe it's an aura if it's an abstract description?
He couldn't help but look at Qianlang who was putting the fried eggs on a plate with a guilty conscience: "Did I say something wrong?"
"You will never be wrong." Qian Lang retorted with a smile, but his eyes showed extreme seriousness, "If I am abandoned by you, I probably won't be able to live for a second?"
From last night to now, Wen Yuran has heard a lot of words like this that sound nasty at first, but feel creepy carefully, but it is still difficult to get used to it.The story he told Qianlang didn't feel real, and to be honest, he couldn't verify the authenticity of it, and he couldn't do anything if Qianlang lied to him.
Could he still run back to the haunted mountain eagerly, to find out if the family that Qian Lang mentioned is there?Don't make trouble, okay, if you don't find it, you can't prove its non-existence. Maybe after so many years, people have moved away?It would be more interesting if he found it, he could be fed to ghosts directly.
This matter can only be ignored for the time being. After breakfast is ready, Wen Yuran and Qian Lang sit at the table and prepare to eat, but he sees fried eggs, fried meat and toast in front of him, while Qian Lang makes the plate by himself. Zhong Ze simply placed a fried egg... He had the illusion that he was Zhou Paopi himself.
Wen Yuran re-balanced the breakfast on the grounds of "can't finish it", and then he had a meal with peace of mind - he forced himself to ignore the background of pink bubbles constantly popping up around Qianlang.
"Then let's talk about that ghost now." Qian Lang casually cut the fried egg on the plate into a heart shape with a knife, "Her body should have been hidden after last night, if we wait like this It might take a month or two or even longer before it reappears."
"But I guess you don't want to be worried for so long, so just think about whether you have been to any unclean places recently."
This question seems simple, but it is difficult for Wen Yuran to judge. The strange dream happened more than a week ago, but he can't remember any strange place he has been to.
Not to mention those cemeteries, morgues, etc. He hasn't even been in a small clinic these days.
Seeing Wen Yuran's distress, Qian Lang looked at him expectantly, and said, "Is it because you can't remember? Why don't you and I go around the places we've been to, and if there's any problem, I'll find out .”
This is probably what the ulterior motives are referring to, but Wen Yuran still has to cooperate, his vacation is only three days, even if Yin Mu can help him for a while longer, but he still doesn't want to go through the back door so openly, so Naturally, the sooner it is resolved the better.
"So... when are we going? Your usual job—"
Before Wen Yuran finished speaking, Qian Lang stood up suddenly, turned around and entered the room, leaving only one sentence: "Then I will prepare now, and we can leave after you finish breakfast."
"..." Are all the current models so capricious?
But even Qian Lang was so motivated, Wen Yuran couldn't bring himself to eat slowly, quickly finished the food on the plate, put on his coat and went out with Qian Lang.
small theater:
Wen Yuran suffered from insomnia last night because he was thirsty in the middle of the night and remembered to drink water
Then when he opened his eyes, he looked straight at a pair of eyes that seemed to be glowing in the dark, and almost punched them, "I just want to watch you celebrate the New Year together, so please ignore me." (☆▽ ☆)
When he heard this, he wanted to cry: I wore a set of pajamas before I went to bed, and now I wake up in the middle of the night with only pants left. Why do you want me to ignore you and continue to sleep?