C18

The drunk Lu Haoran slept all the way to the afternoon of the second day. When he woke up, he found Yue Zijun leaning on a stone couch in the corner, staring at his direction in a daze. He felt that Yue Zijun should be looking at him, but he felt that his gaze seemed to be looking at something else, which made him feel very uncomfortable. He really wanted to know what Yue Zijun was thinking at this moment.

But Lu Haoran was still Lu Haoran after all, he had completely forgotten all about last night's drunken speech. He had long forgotten what kind of shocking dialogue he had told Lu Haoran, and only felt that their friendship was not yet at the stage where they could easily probe into each other's secrets.

However, that complicated gaze made people care, quite a lot.

"You're awake?" Yue Zijun smiled faintly: "There's dried food on the table." Seeing Lu Haoran eating, she said, "Let's leave as soon as possible after eating! This place is not suitable for you. "

Lu Haoran was dumbstruck, he put down the food in his hands and asked: "What do you mean? "You chased me away?"

Yue Zijun looked at him with some surprise, and said as if it was as a matter of fact: "I hid and chased and did not hide, this is not a good place, why should I keep you here?"

"I'll accompany you!" Lu Haoran also replied as if it was natural. He had originally come to accompany him, and hadn't even thought of leaving.

"Accompany me?" What's there to accompany me for? "

"You …"

"You and I are only good friends. We're different in fairness and privacy, so we don't have much of a friendship, right?"

One sentence rendered Lu Haoran speechless, and his heart felt heavy.

"Be careful when you leave."

Seeing Yue Zijun's cold attitude, Lu Haoran suddenly felt a burst of anger, his temper flaring as he grabbed onto Yue Zijun's clothes and said: "Are you so eager for me to leave?"

Yue Zijun looked at him in silence for a long time.

Lu Haoran's anger slowly faded as he helplessly let go of Yue Zijun. He wiped his face and said, "Am I that unworthy of you making friends with me?" Aren't they very familiar with each other? At least in the dream, they were very familiar …

But that was a dream! No matter how you looked at it, it was just a dream before you could confirm it.

Yue Zijun lowered his head, and only after a long while did he say: "It's not your problem, it's that I'm not qualified to be your friend." He was not worthy of the calm Gentleman's Blade, not good enough for Lu Haoran who had trusted him from start to finish, and not good enough for this man who had once loved him.

"What's wrong with being a friend? I think it's enough. "

"It's no good getting involved with me."

"I'm not looking for you for benefits."

"I'm being hunted."

"If worse comes to worse, I'll hide with you."

"Do you understand or not!? You will die if you follow me! "

Died? That serious?

Lu Haoran suddenly laughed, "Who doesn't die in this world? A soldier will die for his own savior, and he will have no regrets even in death! "

Yue Zijun no longer spoke as he lowered his head and did not raise it again.

Only when Lu Haoran realized this, did he know that he was crying.

— —

His days of accompanying Yue Zijun passed by very quickly. What was extremely mystical was that Lu Haoran no longer dreamed, nor appeared an illusion. There was no longer another invisible Yue Zijun pestering him. Perhaps this real body was useless against the illusions!

He realised that Yue Zijun was a very knowledgeable, talkative and interesting person, he could always make people laugh. Compared to his scheming appearance, the current him was just like an elegant monk, causing people to not get tired of looking at him.

Lu Haoran's gaze would always be glued to Yue Zijun's body, and only when he noticed Yue Zijun did he realise that he could see what he was doing. This feeling was very familiar, there was a hint of bitterness in this faint, sweet sensation. Lu Haoran could not tell what that bitterness meant, and the constant negative voices in his heart were ignored by his master because they were too weak.

The two of them were truly close to each other as if they were princes. It was so faint that they didn't even try to pull each other's hand anymore. However, it was like they were drinking the right wine. They could never tell which wine was which and which was which. This kind of relationship made them feel tipsy yet sober at the same time.

Until one day, in the middle of the night, Lu Haoran woke up and realized that Yue Zijun was sitting on his bedside staring blankly at him. For a moment, Lu Haoran was speechless, and Yue Zijun was obviously surprised that he woke up at this moment.

The two maintained the same position for a moment. Yue Zijun faked a cough and turned to leave.

"Wait!" Lu Haoran suddenly reached out and pulled him back, "That …"

Yue Zijun turned his head, his eyes blazing with fire. Lu Haoran didn't know where he was at that moment, he even forgot about the words that came out of his mouth.

"Haoran …"

Lu Haoran already could not remember when Yue Zijun had directly called out his name. This kind of intimate address already surpassed the current relationship between the two of them. Lu Haoran had a nagging feeling that every time Yue Zijun called out his name, it would contain many things that were not covered by Young Master Lu.

"Have we met before?"

Yue Zijun was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "How long has it been since you last remembered?"

Lu Haoran knew what he was referring to and shook his head, "It's not about Qian Piaoxue, it's about before. Have we met? "

"Have you ever seen you ask me instead of knowing it?"

"I can't remember …"

"Of course not."

"Yue Zijun!" Lu Haoran became agitated: "What exactly are you hiding? Avoiding what? "I don't remember what happened in the past. I've been injured and I've forgotten a lot of things …"

"Forget it, forget it!"

"That's very important!"

"Hur hur." Yue Zijun laughed again, "If you've even forgotten, how are you supposed to know if it's important?"

"I …" How was he going to tell Yue Zijun that it was just a feeling?

"It might be a good thing to forget it sometimes!"

Lu Haoran slowly let go of Yue Zijun's sleeves and laid him back down. After a long time, he said, "Are you angry that I've forgotten you?" His fault? He should not have forgotten something so important. Therefore, Yue Zijun's constantly changing attitude was due to anger, and he was so angry that he forgot about it.

"Nope."

"Then why are you smiling like you're crying?"

— —

From Lu Haoran's self-confirmation, it seemed that he had let Yue Zijun down. The biggest mistake he made was that he had forgotten the past, and had forgotten something that was extremely important to him or Yue Zijun. Therefore, Lu Haoran was making up for it with caution.

In Yue Zijun's eyes, the words were unavoidably bitter and bitter. The person who should truly say that he was sorry was the right person, the Lu Haoran who did not make any mistakes from the beginning to end didn't have any need to feel guilty, nor did he have to bear any responsibilities.

But Yue Zijun could not say these words. On one hand, he did not know where to start. On the other hand, her selfishness desired to enjoy the care and care of Lu Haoran, which was a warm and clumsy care.

At the end of the day, he was the selfish one. In terms of their relationship, he was always the one who had the advantage.

"Son, don't forget to bring your clothes every time!" Lu Haoran placed the clean clothes on a rock by the spring, and turned his face away from the water to look at the fair and charming body.

"You want to wash anyway, and by the way!" Although Yue Zijun spoke innocently, he was smiling at the bottom of his heart. He had done it on purpose, seeing Lu Haoran so embarrassed and helpless, he felt that it was really fun. Although they had already been intimate with each other before, that was when Lu Haoran was drunk and muddleheaded. The clear-headed Lu Haoran was too much of a gentleman. The atmosphere between them was too ambiguous. Although it was not stated clearly, there was a certain consensus between them. Yue Zijun felt that even though Lu Haoran was a rascal once in a while, he still didn't dare to overstep his boundaries even if he had thoughts in his head.

Did he have to become a wolf?

Yue Zijun slowly dressed up behind Lu Haoran. This was exactly the kind of person who looked like a noble young master, yet was thinking about how to design Lu Haoran.

Sigh! A gentleman and a young master, someone had to take that step first …

— — The content is from [Mick Read]