My Love Comes to See the Grass on my Grave

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Chapter 35: are you crying

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The moonlight in the forest is like frost, and the green bamboos are swaying. Gu Lang was trapped in the bamboo chair by the prince, entangled with the scent of strong wine.

"I..." Gu Lang said with difficulty, "I don't believe you."

The prince clasped his wrist slightly and tightened, "No? Well, say it, tell what's on your mind, and I'll listen."

Gu Lang's palms were sweating, but his hands and feet were getting colder, "Don't you know all about it..."

"I want you to tell me yourself, instead of letting me guess, go check!" The prince's eyes were deep like a cold pool, making Gu Lang's heart tighten, "Gu Lang, you've been avoiding me. The closer I get, the more The more you escape...what are you afraid of?"

Gu Lang turned his head slightly and said, "I didn't hide from you."

The prince lowered his eyes and smiled, unable to distinguish between emotions, "Okay, okay..." He suddenly raised his hand to squeeze Gu Lang's chin, lowered his head and kissed it.

"Hmm..." The alcohol in his mouth lingered in his throat, thick and strong, making Gu Lang's breath unsteady. The person on his body kissed so fiercely, as if he was so angry that he would tear him apart into his stomach, biting his lips and tongue so much that it hurt.

"Let go..." Gu Lang broke the hand under his jaw and pushed away the person who was pressing him, "Murong Yan, don't go too far!"

"I want to go too far!" Murong Yan simply tore off the human skin mask on his face, "I didn't come back to listen to your words! Gu Lang, in your heart, what am I?!"

Gu Lang couldn't stop breathing, the tip of his bitten tongue was still numb, and there was a dull pain on his lips. He looked at the face in front of him that he hadn't seen in more than two months, digging into the bamboo chair with his five fingers, and after a while, Fang squeezed two words out of his mouth, "Friend."

"Friend?" Murong Yan grabbed his hand, looking like crazy, "Gu Lang, do you know what I was thinking about during the month of suspended animation? Several times... several times I wanted to send a letter to you. , said that I didn't die. But I was selfish, wondering if you would be heartbroken by my death. I think, if you never had me in your heart, then Murong Yan would be dead, and he will never reappear in this life. In front of you...but you cried! Sun Fang didn't lie to me, on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, you were drunk late at night and cried in front of my grave, didn't you?!"

"So what?" Gu Lang's knuckles turned white, as if every word was burning his throat, "I just mourn my friend... If Sun Fang dies, I will..."

Murong Yan let go of his hands, his palms covered his face, and suddenly he couldn't stop laughing, "Gu Lang, your heart is so hard..." He smiled, stood up again, glanced at the bright moon in the sky, turned and walked away .

Gu Lang slumped against the bamboo chair, and the wind at night made him a little cold.

The bamboo window on the second floor suddenly creaked. He turned his head and saw Zhao Zhuo grabbing the window and embarrassedly said, "Young master..."

Zhao Zhuo walked downstairs and said cautiously, "So, the prince is Murong son?"

Gu Lang looked at the broken wine jar at his feet and nodded.

"Young Master Murong is fine." Zhao Zhuo said, "When did the young master find out?"

Gu Lang looked lost and lost his soul, and he stayed in the chair and did not speak.