The Emperor's Beloved Ugly Girl

"Kong Wenmin," Chen Qingxuan suddenly cut off Kong Wenmin's words with a heavy tone, "it's not about what I like."

Kong Wenmin suddenly froze, then grinned at Chen Qingxuan dryly: "Qingxuan, I've drunk too much today, so I don't remember what you said."

"I really don't remember anything?" Chen Qingxuan looked at the smiling face that was worse than crying. His heart was suddenly sour. He reached out and held Kong Wenmin's face. He looked at the man's instantly stiff face. He leaned over, pasted it gently on his cold cheek, sat straight back, and then said softly, "don't you remember that?"

"Qing, Qing Xuan..." Kong Wenmin stammered, "I'm not funny, don't you Don't tease me, I, I will take it seriously. "

"Then take it seriously." Chen Qingxuan said that when the man opened his eyes and tongue, he took the sachet and looked at the "peace" embroidered with gold rules on the top and the "joy" on the back.

Isn't peace and joy exactly what he has been longing for? But he didn't expect that it would be a man who would bring him peace and happiness, and even less did he expect that only by his side could he get these things. In the past, his pride made him refuse to admit it, but at this moment, at the time of family reunion and the most peaceful and peaceful time, he can't hold on any longer. How important reunion is to him, others may not know it, but Kong Wenmin is the most empathetic.

This is the first time for him and Kong Wenmin to keep their birthday. He hopes that at this time of the year in the future, Kong Wenmin can accompany him to keep their birthday together.

Chen Qingxuan's heart was very complicated. Then he was relieved. He lowered his head and tied the sachet to his belt. He reached out and stroked the head of the head. He could not help but hook his lips. When he raised his head again, he saw that Kong Wenmin had turned red.

"Qingxuan, I had a dream just now," said Kong Wenmin suddenly. His lips were raised uncontrollably, but his voice was hoarse. "I have never had such a beautiful dream for many years."

"Now, the dream is round?" Chen Qingxuan can't help but wet his eyes with tears.

"Yes, the dream is round," Kong Wenmin nodded with a smile, pointing to the fireworks outside the window, and said, "not only is it round, but it's more than the dream."

Chen Qingxuan looked out along the direction of his fingers, and smiled at the same time: "it's rare. I've never seen it before. It's also stained with the light of Wenjie and Miss Fang. We can see it..."

Chen Qingxuan couldn't say any more. A quilt was draped on his body. The man who was half lying was sitting behind him, tentatively laying his hand on his waist. Chen Qingxuan suddenly sat up straight, feeling that his pores were trembling, but he didn't push the hand away. He heard a long breath coming from his hand Later, the whole person was gathered in his arms by Kong Wenmin, and the warm quilt covered him tightly.

"It's windy," Kong Wenmin said in a small voice, quietly gathering people closer. He could feel Chen Qingxuan's tension. In fact, he was more nervous than Chen Qingxuan. His mouth was dry and his head was dizzy. When he was 17 years old, he was not so nervous when he first raised his knife to kill people. In fact, he wanted to put his head on Chen Qingxuan's shoulder, but he dared not, but At this time, his front chest is close to Chen Qingxuan's back. He can smell the faint fragrance of candles on Chen Qingxuan's body as soon as he breathes. He can't be more satisfied, "so It's so warm. "

Chen Qingxuan chuckled, laughing at his nervousness and childishness. For a while, he was not so close to the enemy. He relaxed, leaned comfortably in Kong Wenmin's arms, and looked at the glowing fireworks outside at night. Suddenly, he thought of a question: "by Kong Wenmin, what song did you sing just now?"