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Chapter 24: Do not cry

How many good brothers do you have?

Author: Zhitang

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Do not cry

　　Because they were divided into groups, there was some distance between the groups in front and behind.

　　Qi Yan was originally in the same group with Wen Jin, but because there was an advertisement material to be shot at noon, they set off a little later to cooperate with the photography. When he rushed over, he heard a staff member tell him that the group in front had a problem. Jian Shangwen and Fu Jincheng's group encountered a snake and someone was injured.

　　Then the staff swore that he had never seen Qi Yan show such an anxious expression, and he even ran away before he finished speaking.

　　When Qi Yan arrived at the scene, it was a mess.

　　But he still saw the person sitting on the stone at a glance. The afternoon sunlight fell through the gaps in the leaves. Jian Shangwen was wearing a white shirt, outlining his slender waist. The sunlight fell on his white, fragile neck that was slightly lowered, and his face was incredibly pale.

　　He stopped in front of him, panting.

　　Qi Yan's voice was trembling: "You, did you encounter a snake?"

　　Jian Shangwen looked up at him. He loved to sweat. He had been running all the way, and his head was full of sweat. You know, idols are the most important to their image, but he didn't care. He just half-knelt in front of him and stuttered when he spoke.

　　The sun was pouring down from the treetops.

　　Jian Shangwen suddenly remembered that in a summer a long time ago, it was also a midsummer like this. When he came to Wuliang Mountain to find him, he encountered a snake and was bitten. There was no one around at the time. Fortunately, a passing villager saved him. The snake was poisonous, but fortunately the poison was not strong. He just couldn't move temporarily. Later, Qi Yan came.

　　At that time, he was also running and sweating all over. He had never been so embarrassed. He knelt in front of him and hugged him.

　　He was very surprised at the time.

　　Qi Yan hugged him tightly, his hands shaking constantly: "Where were you bitten? Does it hurt? It's my fault. It's all my fault. If you get into trouble, I won't live either."

　　What did he say at that time?

　　Jian Shangwen's eyelashes trembled. He tilted his head and looked at the person in front of him. He smiled gently, like a leaf falling from the treetops in midsummer gently falling on the trembling and sour heart of a person.

　　"Qi Yan."

　　He raised his hand and fell on the corner of the person's red eyes.

　　"Don't cry."

　　The person in front of him stiffened all over, a little embarrassed, and he lowered his eyes.

　　Jian Shangwen withdrew his hand and returned to a safe distance: "Yes, I encountered a snake, but it was Mr. Fu who was injured. The person who was almost bitten was not me, but Wen Jin."

　　"Oh." As if thinking about something, he added, still smiling: "Your sweetheart."

　　Qi Yan suddenly raised his eyes to look at him, as if he suddenly came back to his senses.

　　But before he stood up.

　　Suddenly, as if he had discovered something, he stretched out his hand and tightly grasped Jian Shangwen's wrist. His sense of smell has always been different from that of ordinary people. Just now, because he was too panicked, he came back to his senses and realized that something was wrong. The

　　slender white hand was tightly grasped by him.

　　Only a short distance apart.

　　Qi Yan smelled the scent of the herb on his fingertips. Even though the herb should have been thrown away just now, people who grew up in Wuliang Mountain would never smell it wrong. This is the herb that attracts insects and snakes! !

　　Back then.

　　After that incident, Qi Yan took Jian Shangwen to know many plants in Wuliang Mountain. The first one he knew was the herb that can drive away snakes and attract insects and snakes. He taught Jian Shangwen this himself, so he knew that Jian Shangwen could not make a mistake.

　　In the hot summer, Qi Yan was cold all over.

　　He looked up, and the red eyes seemed to be burning with fire, burning his heart and lungs to explode.

　　Qi Yan gritted his teeth and said word by word: "What are you doing."

　　The person who said she was afraid of nestling in his arms after being bitten by a snake while sitting on the stone slab that year seemed to be still vivid in his mind, and now, he was sitting on the stone slab with the grass that can attract insects and snakes on his hand, looking at him.

　　Still beautiful, still beautiful.

　　But there were no tears, and the eyes were smiling, making him feel strange.

　　There were still many staff members busy treating the injured Fu Jincheng on the spot. The live broadcast on the spot was also urgently suspended. In the noisy woods, many people came and went.

　　But he couldn't hear anything.

　　He only saw that the beautiful eyes of the person in front of him reflected his figure clearly. He chuckled and said, "That's what you see." What

　　he saw?

　　Qi Yan looked sideways not far away. Fu Jincheng was injured. As a chaebol of the time, he would be treated with caution if he was injured on the show. As Jian Shangwen who helped him, he naturally became his savior. What a chain of tricks, watertight and flawless. The setter

　　was very painstaking.

　　Even the snake that almost took his life was not afraid.

　　Qi Yan turned around and looked at Jian Shangwen in front of him. He laughed in anger and ridiculed him mercilessly: "In order to please these rich people, you really took a lot of effort. I didn't expect that you haven't changed at all over the years!" Jian Shangwen

　　looked at him.

　　Just like their last meeting that afternoon many, many years ago, in the face of the mess and embarrassment on the ground, all that was left for them was accusations and unbearableness.

　　It was just that at that time, he would only accept his anger silently.

　　And now.

　　The man sitting on the stone blinked, then smiled. In the sunlight, his eyebrows were picturesque, and the fragmented shadows of the trees seemed to give people a layer of broken starlight. He lowered his head, and his slender white hand stroked Qi Yan's cheek, and then slowly approached, like a bewitching goblin.

　　Then.

　　Qi Yan heard his voice fall into his ears: "So, are you going to report me?"

　　There was no fear.

　　"Tell them why you know that I know about these herbs in Wuliang Mountain." Jian Shangwen's voice was smiling, and his words were like a sharp knife falling on his heart: "And me, the type you don't like."