My Husband Is Gay

Song Anxi and Ji qianze went to say goodbye to Yuan Lang.

Yuan Lang's face was blue, and no one looked at him.

"I'll go Look for what I want, Yuan Lang, take care of yourself. "

Ji qianze said goodbye in exchange for yuan Lang's gentle hum.

He looked at and Ji qianze's position is not the same direction, that expression is stiff and awkward, it looks like there is a full cavity to want to say, but blocked in the mouth, can not open the mouth.

Song Anxi silently looks at the man's side face, which is the face of the person she most miss. Now, she should be serious, careful, and repeatedly look at the last time.

It will never be seen again.

"I'm gone." Ji qianze said, and looked at Yuan Lang, quietly sighed, turned to go out.

"I'm gone, too." Song Anxi said to the stiff man.

Yuan Lang did not look at her, or even did not wait for her to say another word, but walked into the castle without expression.

The gate of the castle slammed shut.

Farewell turned into a farewell scene. Although someone didn't want to say any parting words because of anger, his feet still took him to the gate of yuanjiabao and kept Ji qianze out of his sight.

Although it was not to send her song Anxi, seeing yuan Lang treat Ji qianze so much, she felt that Ji qianze was lucky to have yuan Lang as a friend.

"Where are you going?" On the horse's back, Ji qianze asked song Anxi, who was also riding a horse.

"I want to go to the Rose Island, where spring comes in all the year round and the scenery is beautiful. It is also the birthplace of the whole en country music. It is the most suitable talent for me." Song Anxi replied.

"It's not far away, but you must be careful when you are alone." Ji qianze admonished.

"Of course, I will. Take care of yourself, too. I hope you get what you want. "

Ji qianze mouth up, smiling, "will."

Watching Ji qianze leave, song Anxi did not go to the direction of the Rose Island, but the direction of the horse to and fro.

She has no plans to go to other parts of the world, and she won't have that energy. She's enough. She's enough. The seven years of happiness and stability had made her taste all the sweet taste of the princess who was protected by the prince. What kind of prosperous life she had not experienced, and no matter how good the days were, she could not be more satisfied with those seven years.

Enough, enough of a good day. Now, what else does she need to pursue?

Those who should love have loved; those who want to hate are not sure who and who they are. Even if they can continue to walk in this world, they have no way to find a really suitable reason for them to work hard.

So that's enough. There's nothing to care about and worry about.

On the way out of yuanjiapu, she paid a little attention to it. There was a beautiful scenery, which was suitable for her to settle down.

She knew that suicide was cowardly, useless and meaningless. However, for her now, what else is not cowardly, useless and meaningful?

After walking for about ten minutes, song an Xile stopped the horse. After getting down, he drove the horse away without any effort.

In fact, it's not a rush. After all, this horse belongs to yuan family castle. It doesn't belong to song Anxi. Ma er recognizes the owner and naturally knows how to find the real master, rather than her bad guest who is not welcomed by Yuan Lang.

Self mocking smile, also did not hesitate to what, prepared in advance from the bag to take out the surrounding environment, began to dig.

She is not a geomantic master, and she doesn't know such profound and mysterious skills. She just wants to see where she lies and can see the best scenery.

The way she killed herself was simple, even traditional - she was going to dig a hole big enough to bury herself. At least, it's nice not to be dismembered by a large beast after death.

Of course, she would not be so silly waiting to die of starvation and thirst or suffocated by fine sand. She had the medicine that could make people fall into a deep coma for 36 hours, that is, about 72 hours. It was also taken from Chinatown. It was originally intended to be used for other purposes, but now it has been put to use in advance, which can make the best use of everything Cost resources.

The soil here is still soft. After digging for a short time with a spade, a pit can be dug for one and a half song Anxi to lie down.

Throwing away the shovel, song Anxi tried to lie in the pit. It's not much different from the wooden bed that I sleep in yuanjiapu these two days. It has the smell of water vapor, probably because of the rain these days.

Song Anxi lay in the pit and looked at the dark sky for a while. Tears quietly flowed out and flowed into the soil, mixed with the residual rain. There was no difference.

In fact, everything is the same.

Swallowing the medicine and waiting for the effect to break out will not be long. It is only a few minutes. In these minutes, song Anxi uses her hand to move the soil over, covering most of her body and leaving a head, so that she can see the sky for a while before she dies.The tears have stopped flowing, the brain is a little bit unconscious, a little dizzy, blurred, eyelids are very heavy, heavy just want to close. Before closing it completely, song Anxi tried to open her eyes and stare at the increasingly dark sky.

Maybe it will rain today.

She thought, eyelids droop, closed, the last trace of intelligence will disappear in the boundless sleep, but in the ear came the familiar call into the heart into the lung.

Song Anxi thinks that is his own illusion.

And then she was completely unconscious.

……

When I opened my heavy eyelids, I heard the voice of someone running away from my side. It was like a repeated sentence: she woke up

Is she song an awake?

There was a heavy rain outside the house. I wanted to turn my head and see how messy the rain was. I found that I was very tired and heavy, and it was very difficult to move anywhere.

And I want to sleep.

It must have been too late to check the accounts last night. As a result, I can't get up now.

Is it the weekend today?

With such a question, song Anxi fell into a dream again in the drowsiness.

Someone is touching her ears and hair.

The movements of her hands were gentle and slight, as if she were afraid that she would be hurt by too much force.

“…… It's itchy. " Song Anxi mumbled that the vagueness of the final note made her wake up. She barely opened her eyes to see who disturbed her sleep so much when she was sleeping. However, she was stunned when her eyes touched the figure of the comer.

It's yuan Lang.

She gradually regained consciousness.

This is not her own nest in modern times, but an ancient fantasy world, in the castle of former general yuan Lang of the state of grace.

Why is she here?

Think about it. Think about it. Some vague memories slowly crowded into her mind, some fragments let her recall the head a bit painful, but not for long, she has remembered the general situation of things.

Is not dead, was someone saved?

She thought, staring at Yuan Lang, is it the person who hates her most to save her?

Song Anxi felt that she had missed something very important, and then she reacted slowly.

"Just now Is that you? " Could yuan Lang be the gentle person who closed her ears and hair?

Yuan Lang stood tall, calm as usual, looking down at Song Anxi, "just what?"

For a long time, song Anxi did not speak. Her eyes were slowly reddening.

"What can I do for you?" She asked, the tone is cold, no temperature, just like her heart.

What is there to be happy about being saved by Yuan Lang. It's just like you are trying to die, but after a lot of trouble, you find yourself saved by the last person who wants to save you, and you have a face that you don't recognize. It's hateful.

I wish I didn't find a more secluded place that no one could find. I'd like to die as soon as possible, so as not to get in the way.

She's not stupid enough to ask why she saved herself. Using the word "save", it seems that they are weak, the party to be rescued, and the existence that needs to be pitied by others. But she didn't want to be pitied by Yuan Lang. This man, hate himself is enough, do not believe it is just, misunderstanding on the line, other, all do not need.

In any case, no matter what he said or did, in his opinion, from the day when his new memory recovered completely, it was untrustworthy and a liar.

Without credibility, why do you have to beg others to believe in yourself. No matter how there is no skin or face, there must be a limit. What's more, the target is yuan Lang.

It's better to say "I have something to do with you".

Yuan Lang looked at her calmly and abnormally. He could not see any special emotion on his face. Perhaps, the man in front of him, from the beginning to the end, had not been seen clearly by her.

"Song Anxi," his voice was quiet, but his eyes were a little strange.

"Why do you want to die?" He asked, then sighed, bent down, stretched out his right hand, and put it on Song Anxi's forehead, warm and soft.

"I'm just - I'm angry for a while. I don't want to understand. I just want to vent my anger. I don't mean to ask you to die."

He said, palm down, blocking song Anxi's eyes.

What warm liquid dripped on Song Anxi's nose, cheek and mouth.

"How can you be silent Just dig a hole and bury yourself? "

“……”

"If it wasn't for that horse with the spirit to run back and lead me to you, would you be prepared to live and die forever from me?"

“……”

Warm liquid more and more, as if endless, dripping on his skin, warm into boiling hot, such a temperature, seems to have been hot into his heart.Song Anxi wanted to have a look at Yuan Lang's real expression, so he raised his weak hand, grabbed the man's palm which covered his sight and opened it.

There was no accident, and she felt very surprised. There were tears in Yuan Lang's eyes, which were constantly flowing down.

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