Fifth, tossing and turning sorrow

There are not many people in the inn where Shen Fang chooses to live, but it is quite elegant. Because he was comfortable, he wrapped a small corridor. The Fangyaju's puckold is finally willing to spend, and he is not short of these silver taels.

There are several osmanthus trees in this small courtyard. Because it is getting closer to winter, the flowers have bloomed and are still fragrant.

At this time, it was cold in the morning. Shen put up and opened the window. He was about to move his muscles and bones a little, but he suddenly saw a man standing under the osmanthus tree in the courtyard, with his back to him and meditating something. However, the man was tall, thin and straight, a moon-white long shirt, and in the dark fragrance of the morning smoke, although his back, he also had a high temperament. But it is Yu Qingcun.

Shen Fang stopped his hand for a moment. After being stunned, his eyes were full of emotion and pity. He turned around to get a long placket, gently pushed the door open and walked out.

When he arrived, he reached out his hand and put the long collar on Yu Qingcun's body. He gently called out, "When did Qingcun come? Why didn't you call the door?"

Yu Qingcun's body trembled slightly and turned to look at Shen Fang. His eyes were full of Chinese color, and he was a little happy and a little shy. He said, "... I came early in the morning,... I couldn't sleep last night, and my heart was full of joy, but I couldn't believe it..." The more I said, the lower the voice was, almost inaudible. But his face turned red early.

Shen Fang was even more moved when he heard the words. He stretched out his arm and took Yu Qingcun's shoulders. He only felt that he was very cold, so he said, "It's cold outside. Let's go into the house."

When you enter the room, you can see that the room is very simple. There are only tables, chairs, beds and other necessary things, and a long piano is hanging on the western wall. There is a long table in front of me with some pens and inkstones. When Yu Qingcun looked at it, he saw a few pieces of paper folded in a slightly messy middle of the table, which appeared to have been written recently. However, seeing that the handwriting is correct and handsome, there is an unruly one between the strokes. As the saying goes, the words are like his person.

After Shen Fang finished washing, Yu Qingcun came and reached out to tie his bun for him, as if it was the most natural thing. Shen Fang is up to him.

Yu Qingcun saw that his long hair was as bright as his own, so he combed it carefully, and his heart was just happy.

After a moment of silence, Shen Fang looked at Yu Qingcun in the mirror. He hesitated a little and said, "Qingcun, I didn't have time to reply yesterday, that song..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw that Yu Qingcun suddenly stopped and looked different. He couldn't help turning his head in surprise, but seeing that Yu Qingcun's face was slightly pale, as if he was extremely afraid to hear this.

He couldn't bear it, so he stopped for a moment. He turned around gently, coughed nothing, and said, "Qingcun is idle now. Do you have any plans in the future? Have you been in the capital all the time?

Yu Qingcun was secretly relieved. Seeing that he asked this, he couldn't help saying happily, "Recently, Qingcun was planning to buy some village villas on the outskirts of the city, or rent or farm. In the future..." Speaking of this, he paused slightly and continued with a smile, "In the future, the two of us will recite poems, pastoral music, landscape and piano sound. Isn't it happy?" With that, there was a longing on his face.

Shen Fang was infected by him, and he couldn't help but be fascinated. He repeated softly, "Sing poems, pastoral music, landscape and piano sound..." But he gradually became a little melancholy. He looked at the jade in a pair of glasses and was still immersed in imagination. He smiled and said, "It's really like a fairy."

Yu Qingcun came to his senses and smiled at Shen, and raised his hand to make the crown hairpin. When Shen Fang stood up and turned around, he only felt heroic and refreshed, which was rare among real men. I don't realize that I'm crazy.

Shen Fang smiled and couldn't help smiling more when he saw him and said, "Isn't it enough for Qingcun to look at himself every day?" I'm afraid there is no better-looking man in this world than Qingcun.

Yu Qingcun lowered his head and smiled when he heard the words. He raised his eyes and looked at Shen Fang seriously and said, "Brother Shen is really unmatched."

Shen Fang was stunned and moved again. He couldn't help holding Yu Qingcun's hand and said softly, "Is it still Brother Shen? Qingcun, please call me Zifei."

Yu Qingcun blushed and nodded gently.

Shen Fang couldn't take his eyes off such a jade Qingcun, and only felt that the characters were gorgeous and magnificent. Thinking of getting such a like-minded person, I couldn't help sighing, and for a moment, the tenderness in my eyes was infinite. Then he pulled Yu Qingcun and hugged it gently.

Yu Qingcun also hugged him back. While he was addicted, he suddenly heard Shen put it in his ear and said, "Qingcun, in this case, you must believe in Shen Fang in the future."

Yu Qingcun's body was shocked, and he only felt that his words were like vows, but there was a hidden unfathomable wind and rain. He was mixed with joys and sorrows. He unconsciously let go of his arms and looked at Shen Fang's eyes.

Shen Fang saw that he looked panicked, but he didn't ask deeply. He couldn't help sighing and hugged Yu Qingcun tightly.