Elusive clouds and mist swirled around the mountains and the blackened small building dampened by the mist. A slender, handsome young man holding a scroll of books looked at a group of little radishes shaking their heads while reciting under the seat.
When his gaze swept over one of them and he saw the bruises on the little child's face and the avoiding eyes, his eyes paused, then revealed a helpless and amused expression.
"Let's stop here for today." He put down the book, and the group of little radishes immediately cheered without restraint, calling out "big brother, big brother," surrounding him.
After finally coaxing this group of playful children away, the pale blue wide sleeves and the gauze hood, carrying the scent of pine wood, drifted to the side of the little older teenager who was taller than all the other children.
The little older teenager tidied up the books with an expressionless face. Despite his young age, he appeared particularly gloomy due to his feminine features and unique pupils which made him difficult to get along with, making everyone uncomfortable. Also, because of his identity, this still young child was coldly treated in this secluded mountain academy.
However, the soon-to-be young adult was not afraid. He looked at the little gloomy child who hadn't grown much yet, and couldn't help but burst into laughter again.
The little teenager, who had been pretending to be expressionless, blushed suddenly, blinked his eyes, and muttered softly.
"I did win..."
"Yes, yes, but you didn't gain any advantage."
"Meng Deng, senior brother!"
The little child, finally looking up, shouted in anger, revealing panda-like dark circles beneath his eyes.
"..."
"..."
"Haha--!"
"Senior brother!"
The angry and embarrassed little teenager clenched his small fist and pounced into the embrace of the tender and smiling person, embracing that slender waist and the person, soft and warm as the clouds and mist, along with the pale blue robe, were all wrapped up in his small embrace.
"I really hate senior brother the most!"
Buried in Meng Deng's chest, the young teenager said so, but the action of rubbing his chest and his reddened earlobes did not match his words.
"Your eleventh birthday is coming soon. What do you want? Hmm?"
Meng Deng hung his head down, his pale and jade-like face showing a full sense of indulgence. His finger went into the scattered hair at the back of the little teenager's head, gently sorting out the stray leaves stuck to it.
No need to ask, this must have been when he rolled on the ground during the fight...
"Can I ask for anything?" The little teenager in his arms looked up, his unnaturally long and narrow eyes, pupils nearly occupying the entire white of his eyes, held a bright hope. "Can I really ask for anything?!"
"Of course," he said.
The young teenager looked elated, as if he had received the whole world in an instant. He said, "Then I want senior brother to be my wife in the future! When I grow up, I must marry senior brother, is it okay, Meng Deng senior brother?!"
The dumbfounded senior brother laughed out loud again.
"Heaven has yin and yang, silly boy, men cannot marry other men. In the future, you can't speak against the rules like this, understand? Be careful or the master will get angry and punish you."
The angry little teenager said loudly, "Senior brother lied. Senior brother clearly said that any wish is allowed. Since the world does not allow it, I will change all the rules!"
The senior brother, who was still laughing, suddenly changed his complexion, "Shut up! Anyone else can say such things in private, but not you, you hear me? You absolutely can't say that!"
The rebuked little teenager's eyes instantly filled with tears, the pair of strange pupils in Meng Deng's eyes were like a deer's, evoking sympathy in him.
"Senior brother is lying..." When the young boy, with a delicate appearance and troubled background, was bullied, he did not cry, even when he was pinned down and bleeding.
Every time he suffered insult and punishment, he would stubbornly glare with his eyes.
At this moment, however, he was silently dropping beads of gold.
The heart of Yan Lamps instantly turned into a pool of water, gently embracing him, helplessly saying, "Alright, alright, I agree, okay?" Anyway, I can still make fun of you about this when you grow up.
The young boy became happy again, wiping away his tears with his sleeves, suddenly, with a serious face, he said, "You have to wait for me, Yan Lamps, I will definitely marry you in the future!"
Senior brother knocked on his head, "You brat, you should call me senior brother!"
"I don't care, Yan Lamps, you have to promise me quickly!"
"Alright, alright, I promise you..."
"I will wait for you, forever..."
I will wait for you all the way, wait for you to grow up, wait for you to have the power to protect yourself and your loved ones...
Before that, I will hold out my arms for you.
You have to grow up and live on...
Feng Jin.
In the coffin, the two-colored bridal dress of Wang Xiaomie was loosely spread down to his small elbows, red kiss marks stretched from behind the ear to the fragile chest, and to deeper places...
The slender shoulders were gently touched by plump lips, and the scattered black hair intertwined with each other...
The pain of being bitten made him wake up in a daze, for a moment not knowing where he was.
"Feng Jin... I think I had a dream."
The person on top of him paused, the hoarse deep voice tickled his ears.
"I also had a dream, and it was a good one..."
The excessively unbearable man's low laughter made Wang Xiaomie shrug his shoulders, and gently pushed him away.
"Don't continue..."
Hearing Feng Jin made a noncommittal sound, and every time his flat abdomen was lightly touched, the man would tremble, piquing Feng Jin's interest again and again.
Under the loosely spread neckline was a better sight, but Hearing Feng Jin did not continue, today had already reached the limit of what Wang Xiaomie could accept.
The loosened neckline was closed by him.
"This is the last one..."
The rustling laughter and sobbing were swallowed, when Feng Jin raised his head and lightly kissed Wang Xiaomie's lower lip, filled with reluctance and unfulfilled feelings.
The sound of fabric rubbing grew faint, the person on top pressed against a mechanism inside the coffin, and the huge coffin lid slid open, and the scent of peach blossoms, like a burning tree, wafted in.
Wang Xiaomie raised his arm to cover his mouth, near this tree, he looked more like a living person, with a slightly red face and lively eyes, with the flush of intimacy.
The delicate and beautiful man, with his open robe exposing his chest, looked more unrestrained, and as he stepped out of the coffin, he reached out to the one inside, his plump lips curving upwards.
"Come, Yan Lamps, I'll tie your hair."