No one knows what happened to the farce between Chen Yu and Zeng Qin in the end.
Xiao Zhan was pushed to the bed by Wang Yibo, and they did it shamelessly again, and he fell asleep in his arms.
In the middle of the night, Xiao Zhan woke up once, and his body was still tightly hugged, his butt was sticky, and the man's soft lower body was still attached to his thighs. Xiao Zhan moved, and was hugged tightly again.
"Go to sleep." The person behind him rubbed his neck with his nose and mouth, and it became soft. His body, which was too accustomed to it, had already responded to these intimate actions faster than his brain.
Xiao Zhan was dazed and a little sleepy. He closed his eyes and took the initiative to lean back and pressed against Wang Yibo's chest. Obviously in this place where no one could desecrate, the two people hugged each other tightly, but there was an illusion of leaning on each other.
That night, Xiao Zhan slept exceptionally well. He usually had many dreams. Even if he was tired and went to bed early, he would still have repeated dreams. But in Wang Yibo's arms, he didn't dream of anything.
In the morning, Xiao Zhan got up first. He was a little thirsty. He gently pushed Wang Yibo away and walked to the table, but found that the teapot on the table was empty. Wang Yibo drank it all last night.
He thought about it, turned around and glanced at the person who was still sleeping on the bed, and prepared to go out with the teapot.
As soon as the door opened, he was so scared that he almost dropped the pot in his hand to the ground.
Cui'e's big face was outside the door, looking at him nervously. When she saw Xiao Zhan, her face turned red and white, and she hesitated.
"Cui'e, did you just come?" Xiao Zhan calmed down and asked softly. He had just woken up and was a little thirsty, and his voice was a little hoarse.
"No, I stood for half an hour." Cui'e was honest.
"Then why didn't you knock on the door?" Xiao Zhan asked helplessly.
"How dare I?" Cui'e lowered her voice, looking sneaky.
"What's there to be afraid of?"
"What if I knock on the door and go in, you and the young master..." Cui'e glanced at Xiao Zhan quickly, but didn't finish her words.
Xiao Zhan suddenly realized what she was thinking about, blushed, shook his head, handed her the teapot in his hand, and said, "Go get some water, I'm a little thirsty."
"Well! I'll go now!" Just as she was about to leave, Cui'e stopped again, "Young Master Xiao, has my young master woken up?"
"Not yet." As if thinking of something, Xiao Zhan turned his eyes slightly.
"Hey, he usually gets up very early, and he must be working hard to get up early." Cui'e muttered, "Oh, by the way, Young Master Xiao, in the morning, a little monk came over, and he said that Abbot Zengqin asked you to meet in the scripture recitation room at the other end of the bamboo forest."
"Master Zengqin?" Xiao Zhan paused; he remembered the scene he saw last night. "Have you seen him?"
"No, I went to bed early last night and had a nightmare. I dreamed that someone was dismantling something. I ran over and saw that they were dismantling my house. Master Xiao, why did my house collapse? And how could I have a house? I live in Wang's house."
"Okay, okay, Cui'e, I know, go get some water." Xiao Zhan waved his hand helplessly without waiting for her to speak, stopping her endless chatter.
"Okay!" Fortunately, Cui'e was a girl with little vision, so she didn't care about it. She jumped and went to get some water.
Xiao Zhan turned and entered the room. Wang Yibo was still sleeping. He walked over lightly and covered him with the quilt that had been kicked off him.
Before he could lift his body, Xiao Zhan's eyes blurred and he was held in his arms by a big hand.
"Why did you wake up so early?" The person who just woke up had a rough throat and a high body temperature.
"I just woke up." Xiao Zhan was used to this and didn't struggle.
"I'm going to chant for my mother later, do you want to go?"
"I... I won't go, just go with Cui'e." Xiao Zhan originally wanted to talk about Zeng Qin's appointment with him, but he took it back when it was on his lips.
"Okay, then I'll find you after I finish chanting." Wang Yibo's hand slipped into the lining of Xiao Zhan's clothes, stroking his skin back and forth, and the person being touched also trembled and softened into a pool of water.
His hand was held and pressed against the awakened crotch. That thing was as lively as Wang Yibo, because the two had just done it before falling asleep, and they were not wearing a single piece of clothing. This naked feeling made Xiao Zhan a little excited for no reason.
The two were about to kiss each other, and they heard a few knocks on the door, followed by Cui'e's oriole-like girlish voice.
"Master Xiao, I bought the water."
Xiao Zhan wanted to get up and open the door, but Wang Yibo hugged him and didn't let him move. His mouth was still sweeping back and forth on his forehead, kissing him anxiously and shyly. Cui'e was still calling him outside, and he didn't know what to do for a while.
Wang Yibo saw that he was in trouble, and couldn't bear to continue teasing him. He kissed him hard on the face, let go of his hands, put his hands under his head, and said, "Go."
Cui'e certainly didn't know what good thing she had ruined again. When she handed the teapot to Xiao Zhan outside the door, she also chattered a lot of nonsense. Xiao Zhan looked at her expressionlessly and finished speaking. He remembered what Wang Yibo said, "I admire myself and can stand her."
After lunch, Wang Yibo went to recite scriptures for Mrs. Wang. Xiao Zhan sat in the room for a while, called Cui'e over to ask, and confirmed that Zengqin was looking for him. When Cui'e went to boil medicine, he walked to the other side of the bamboo forest alone.
The last time he came here, he had also met Zengqin. The scene last night still shocked him, and he even didn't know how to face him.
How could someone as insightful as Zengqin not see Xiao Zhan's embarrassment? No matter how he tried to cover it up, it was just a poor play.
He thought he would see Chen Yu, but he didn't expect that only Zengqin was waiting for him. Zengqin had changed into a plain Zen robe at this moment, which was completely different from his appearance last night. He still had a sense of being out of the world and difficult to approach.
"Hello, Master." Xiao Zhan walked forward and bowed.
"Hello, Mr. Xiao." Zengqin saw him coming and stood up to greet him and returned the greeting.
"Cui'e said, you have something to ask me today?" Xiao Zhan didn't want to play Tai Chi too much in front of Zengqin, so he asked directly.
"Did you see it last night?"
Zengqin took the initiative to mention what happened last night, which surprised and embarrassed Xiao Zhan. His ears were hot and he had to nod.
Zengqin was not surprised by his reaction. He just stood up and gently pulled open his clothes, revealing a large red area under his collarbone.
"Excuse me, Mr. Xiao."
Xiao Zhan didn't know what he was going to do, and was a little nervous, but soon, Zengqin pulled his clothes back on, without much expression from beginning to end.
"Look, this is the fate of people like us."
"I... don't understand." Xiao Zhan looked at Zengqin in confusion. Although the man in front of him still looked like a monk, his eyes were more secular and painful than before.
"I have been hiding from him for ten years, but I still can't hide." Zengqin's voice gradually lowered. At this moment, he was very different from his usual worldly appearance. "This is karma."
Xiao Zhan was silent. He didn't know what to say.
Zengqin turned his head and looked at Xiao Zhan, his expression darkened: "You know, some people are happy to see other people's scars. The more painful the other person is, the more satisfied they are. Chenyu is such a person."
"You and Prince Chenyu..." Xiao Zhan finally spoke, feeling a little reluctant.
Zengqin is Chenyu's distant cousin, two and a half years older than him.
When he was 20 years old, Zengqin went to Chenwang Mansion with his mother as a guest and stayed for a few months. It was at that time that he met Chenyu.
The two had never met before, and Chenyu didn't know that he had such a beautiful and handsome distant cousin, and he couldn't help getting close to him.
Zengqin's personality when he was a child was completely different from now. He was lively and cheerful, and loved to talk and make friends with people. Chenyu's mother died of dystocia. He was mature at a young age, and his personality was a little taciturn and gloomy, which was confusing.
Before Zengqin was 20 years old, he didn't confirm what kind of special physique he had. He only knew that he was a little different. His mother studied medicine, and he also knew half-knowledge that he belonged to the category that had not yet been finalized.
Because he was naturally not defensive, Zengqin told Chenyu about this.
At that time, Chenyu just smiled and said, "Don't worry, cousin. People who like you won't care about these things."
At that time, Zengqin really regarded him as a cousin who could speak his mind, but he didn't expect that a few days later, Chenyu asked Zengqin to go drink. When the two drank too much, he pressed him on his bed and forcibly took him.
Chenyu knew that he also had a special physique. He also knew that if Zengqin was fucked by him, he would never have a choice.
Since then, Zengqin began to be in heat and could not live without Chenyu, but Chenyu enjoyed it all. While pressing him on the bed and fucking him, he said, "What can I do? My cousin can only rely on me to survive."
He also didn't allow Zengqin to drink medicine. Zengqin secretly drank it once. After being discovered, Chenyu locked him in the room and tortured him severely. Zengqin almost fainted directly, and the mattress was wet.
Later, Zengqin really felt that he could not continue. He was just a tool for Chenyu to vent his desire. He ran to a temple and knelt down to ask the Buddha to help him. There happened to be an ascetic monk passing by the temple and asked him if he wanted to follow him.
Escape was smoother than expected. Zengqin took almost nothing with him and followed the ascetic monk all the way to Beijing and hid in the temple deep in the bamboo forest.
"But... if it breaks out." Xiao Zhan listened to this in disbelief and looked up at the other party.
"It was very painful. At the beginning, I locked myself in this room behind the bamboo forest and hit the door with my head to survive."
Xiao Zhan was shocked.
"The master prescribed medicine for me, but it still treated the symptoms but not the root cause. Fortunately, Chenyu didn't know much at that time, and he didn't mark me, so I was able to survive."
Xiao Zhan had been in heat before, and he understood the pain and helplessness of being defeated when one's will could not be satisfied. Zengqin was once a handsome young man, and he became what he is today. What he suffered must be heavier than what he said.
Zengqin raised his hand and pointed to a chain in the corner of the hut. The chain was so thick that it looked like it was used to tie people up.
"I relied on it to get through it." Zengqin said lightly, paused, and slowly said: "When I thought I had made it through, he appeared again and said that he had been looking for me for ten years."
Zengqin raised his head and looked at Xiao Zhan.
"Donor Xiao, you are a wise man. Can you tell me, the person who appeared in my dream every night for the past ten years, is it my inner demon or my obsession?"
Cui'e came over after boiling the medicine and waited for Xiao Zhan in the bamboo forest. After waiting for a long time, she saw someone coming out of the small wooden house.
Xiao Zhan looked worried and unhappy.
Cui'e walked up and looked at Xiao Zhan, "Master Xiao, what's wrong with you?"
"Nothing." Xiao Zhan shook his head.
"Every time you say that, something happens." Cui'e was smart again at this time, looking at Xiao Zhan with round eyes.
Xiao Zhan felt a little embarrassed by her gaze and said, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Master Xiao, you are so handsome." Cui'e is a typical brainless person.
Xiao Zhan ignored her, and Cui'e continued to talk: "I read a book before, which said that beautiful men are so short-lived."
"Huh?" Xiao Zhan paused.
"But I think that's nonsense. You will definitely be fine, and Master will never let you suffer any grievances." After saying that, Cui'e nodded firmly.
"Why do you always feel that it is your Master who protects me? Do I really need someone to protect me?"
"Ah? Master Xiao, don't be angry, I'm not saying you are weak, I mean, I, oh, I mean." Cui'e remembered, this was the first time she saw Xiao Zhan like this, no matter how offensive she spoke, Xiao Zhan never blushed, but now, the person next to him was clearly serious and asked back seriously.
After hesitating for a long time, seeing that Xiao Zhan didn't speak, Cui'e frowned, stamped her feet, and said, "Oh, can't you see how much our young master likes you?"
Xiao Zhan didn't speak, raised his chin slightly, and looked at Cui'e.
"Cui'e, you have to know that he also needs to vent."
"Ah?" This time it was Cui'e's turn to be confused.
"It's just that each of us takes what we need." After saying that, Xiao Zhan turned around and walked down faster.
Leaving Cui'e with her eyes wide open, standing there at a loss, and stayed there for a long time before jogging to catch up.
Cui'e didn't understand.
Xiao Zhan's uncontrolled self-esteem began to play tricks again.
Perhaps it was influenced by Zeng Qin. Even though Wang Yibo and Chen Yu didn't look like the same kind of people, he couldn't help but empathize with them because of their same physique.
What freedom or not is a big joke. People like them are destined to have no freedom since birth.
The world is so big, but no matter where you flee, you can't escape the defects of your body's instincts, and you can only be controlled by this damn desire for the rest of your life.
Look at Zengqin, such an indifferent monk, who has been on the run for ten years, but in the end he can only let that person manipulate him and ask questions that no one can answer.
The Bodhisattvas in the Buddhist temple can't care about people like them. No matter how long they kneel on the ground and beg, they are just deceiving themselves.
Occasionally, there is wind blowing through this bamboo forest, and there is a rare coolness in this gradually hot weather, but Xiao Zhan feels an inconsolable stuffiness in his heart.
Even Cui'e called him from behind, but he turned a deaf ear.
In the Buddhist Hall of the other side of the main hall, Wang Yibo finished chanting for Mrs. Wang, and gave some extra incense money to the master in the hall. He took a few incense sticks, knelt on the cushion again, made a wish, smiled with satisfaction, stood up and left.