The evil ex-boyfriend came to the door

Chapter 16

Being inexplicably sneered at, although Ning Xingruan was depressed, he was not too angry, but after Ning Zetao disappeared around the corner, his eyes suddenly turned black, his body wobbled and almost fell down.

It was as if a ball of ice had been stuffed into his heart suddenly, and the coldness instantly spread throughout his body, and he couldn't stop trembling slightly.

Qingxuan stretched out his hand from behind to wrap around his shoulders. After stabilizing his figure, he held his forehead and closed his eyes to adjust his breathing slowly, and his rapid heartbeat slowly slowed down.

Ning Xinglei hurried over and worried: "If you are angry, let's put a sack on him at night, don't get angry and hurt yourself."

After Ning Xingruan regained his composure, he opened his eyes and looked at him, then smiled angrily and said, "Do you think I am so angry?"

Qingxuan looked at the direction in which Ning Zetao and the two left, with an indifferent expression, and when he looked back, a gentle expression was put on his face again.He touched Ning Xingruan's forehead, stretched out his hand to pull his wrist, put three fingers on his wrist to feel his pulse carefully.

"Daozhang, what's wrong with my brother, he was fine just now!" Ning Xinglei said in a worried voice, Ning Xingruan's face became a little pale, and even his lips became lighter.

"Come here and drink the medicine first." Qingxuan didn't answer, and helped Ning Xingruan to walk towards the ancestral hall.

Walking into the ancestral hall, Ning Xinglei shivered, folded his arms and rubbed his hands, and whispered: "Do you think it's eerie and cold here?"

Ning Xingruan shook his head slightly, but he felt that the temperature was a little higher than outside when he walked in, and his hands and feet that had been cold for a moment were slowly returning to temperature.

"I think you're not cold, but scared?" He laughed.

"I didn't!" Ning Xinglei said stiffly, "I just rushed in and couldn't get used to it. It's not cold at all now."

After entering the east wing, Qingxuan helped him into the inner room and leaned on the bed, and poured him a cup of hot tea.

After Ning Xingruan thanked him, he drank slowly, the slightly hot water slipped into his stomach, but it couldn't dispel the chill in his chest.

"Daozhang, what's wrong with me?" He asked in a low voice, with deep worry hidden in his delicate brows and eyes.

Daoist Qingxuan looked at him, and chuckled for a long time: "Don't worry, you'll be fine, but...maybe you need to increase the dosage of the medicine."

After speaking, he got up and went out to make medicine.

Ning Xinglei looked at the back of Qingxuan going out, waited until he was out of sight, then turned around and whispered: "Brother, why don't we find a car and go to the county to have a look."

Ning Xingruan shook his head wearily, he knew that he was not only sick from the rain, otherwise he would not have been so severe repeatedly.

After drinking the medicine last night until this morning, the relaxation seemed fleeting. Ning Xingruan leaned against the bedside railing and slowly tilted her head and closed her eyes.

It was very cold, and he seemed to see that his exhaled breath turned into white cold air in the air, his chest was heavy, and his consciousness became more and more heavy...

When Qingxuan came back with the medicine, Ning Xingruan had already fallen into a deep sleep. Ning Xinglei screamed softly, but he couldn't wake him up. Seeing Qingxuan coming back, he quickly stepped aside.

Qingxuan gently blew on the medicine juice in the bowl, pinched Ning Xingruan's cheek with the other hand to force him to open his mouth, and then carefully poured the medicine into his mouth.

After taking a bowl of medicine, Ning Xingruan's troubled expression on his face gradually became peaceful, and his lips gradually turned red.

"Let him sleep here for a while, and he will be fine when he wakes up." Qingxuan said quietly, "I will take good care of him."

The meaning behind the words was obvious, Ning Xinglei wanted to stay with Ning Xingruan, but looked at Qingxuan's expressionless face, but couldn't open his mouth, so he had to leave.

This Daoist Qingxuan is a man with double standards, he always has a cold face towards him, but he is gentle and caring towards Brother Xingruan like a caring uncle.

Standing at the gate of the ancestral hall, he touched his face, full of doubts in his heart, does this Taoist also look at his face?

After closing the door, Qingxuan stood at the head of the bed, looking at Ning Xingruan, his originally indifferent expression gradually turned into a strange pity.

He wiped away a drop of medicinal juice from the corner of Ning Xingruan's mouth, retracted his fingers and twisted it.

"Little poor, it's not time to take the medicine, why can't you hold on..."

A long sigh filled the air, and Ning Xingruan, who was lying on the bed, let out a sobbing moan as if asking for help.

……

The warm breath sprayed on his shoulders and neck, his body was tightly bound, Ning Xingruan opened his eyes, under the dim candlelight, his clothes were half undressed, he was trapped in his arms by a pair of strong arms, his hair was wrapped around his hair, and he was very intimate .

The slender fingers pinched his hand, gently drew a circle on his palm, and then slowly moved up along the inside of the arm until it pinched on his shoulder.

The light touch with obvious meaning made Ning Xingruan couldn't help but move forward to hide, but was stopped back by the strong arm around his waist, which pressed closer to the chest behind him.

Ning Xingruan was flustered when a large piece of skin on his back came into contact with the person behind him, and he struggled to be controlled.

They sit in a hot spring pool.

During the thumping, the steam was steaming, and the warm water splashed Ning Xingruan's face. He subconsciously closed his eyes, and then stretched out a palm in front of him to wipe his face.

The body was as stiff as a rock, Ning Xingruan said anxiously: "I, did we have some misunderstanding?"

There was a deep chuckle behind him, the hair slid from his shoulders to his chest, and the man's face pressed against his ear and said slowly: "Ning Lang, you heartless man, you have been obsessed with loving me all day long, why did you say this again? Words to break my heart."

The dream of the scholar with broken sleeves flashed in his mind, Ning Xingruan's scalp went numb for a while, and he was about to refute that he couldn't have done such a thing, but suddenly he was pinched by the waist and turned around forcefully.

Under the candlelight, he could see the man's face clearly, almost cracking open.

Mr. Yu's cold and beautiful face was full of color at this moment, the corners of his raised eyes were blushing, his lips were as red as blood, his expression was half a smile but not a smile, and there was an undisguised deepness in his eyes.color.

The palm holding the back of Ning Xingruan's head exerted a little force, and he watched the face in front of him enlarge, until his lips felt cold, and he was forced to let out a sob.

Impossible, it is absolutely impossible for Mr. Yu to look like this, he is obviously cold and gentle, definitely not so...evil.

Biting the man's tongue hard, Ning Xingruan struggled to break free and fell into the water. He turned over and crawled away from the man in an attempt to save himself.

However, a pair of big palms grabbed his ankles and easily pulled him back.

"Hey, it's me, it's me." Being held tightly in his arms, the man patted Ning Xing Ruan Guangjie's back, while coaxing softly, "Don't you like this face very much, why did you run away. "

The shackles on his body were loosened, and Ning Xingruan was holding his face and looking directly at the man.

"Look at me, good boy, do you look good?"

"...beautiful." Ning Xingruan replied subconsciously as his head was a little hot.

"It looks good, why run? You obviously like it very much." The man slowly approached, pecking Ning Xingruan's lips lightly, his voice was soft and seductive, Ning Xingruan felt dizzy when he heard it, and felt that the hot spring was getting hotter and hotter. It was so hot that he couldn't turn his head around.

The man became more and more aggressive, and when the deep kiss ended, Ning Xingruan's breathing became short of breath, and his eyes were blurred.

"Are you comfortable?" The man put his hand on his chest, his voice was hoarse, Ning Xingruan was very dazed, he reached out to see what was wrong with his chest, but he pressed it on the back of the man's hand.

His thinking was slow, and he thought for a long time with a distressed expression before he let out an ah, and the cold feeling in his chest disappeared!

"Look, we are just treating you, it will hurt a little, be good, don't resist."

The man raised his chin, his eyes darkened because of... "Then how will you repay me after that?"

The slightly familiar words made Ning Xingruan stunned for a moment, and then he was dragged into the warm spring water.

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The young man lying on the bed was sobbing pitifully, his cheeks were flushed, his fingers were clenched weakly, his eyelashes were stained with moisture, and the expression between his brows alternated between pain and happiness.

After a long time, he slowly calmed down, but he still sobbed with grievance in his breathing.

Ning Xingruan opened his eyes, looked blankly at the black curtain, then turned his head to look at the bedside, Qingxuan was sitting in front of the table with his eyes closed, with a solemn expression, and a scripture was placed on the table.

He took a deep breath, but found that his nasal cavity was faintly sour after crying. He raised his hand to touch his eyes, and even his temples were wet.

After a moment of dullness, the absurdity in the dream suddenly emerged, and he stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, silently digesting the complicated emotions.

How could he... like this.

In a dream...

Once or twice, Ning Xingruan couldn't help doubting himself, did he really, really like the same sex?Could it be that he was subconsciously subconsciously suppressing his nature in the past, which led to him being extremely presumptuous in his dreams after being haunted?

No, it's obviously not the case, why do I always have these messy dreams.

He was very wronged, but he still had hope. As long as he was no longer affected by those stolen things after the ceremony, he should be free.

Return to the previous state, as if it was all a dream recently.

His body was a little sticky, he slowly got up and wanted to get out of bed, and found that the discomfort in his chest had disappeared, and his body was no longer uncomfortable.

There was a faint sour taste in his mouth, and when he saw a bowl on the table, he knew in his heart that Taoist Qingxuan should have fed him medicine while he was asleep.

There was a faint sound when putting on the shoes, and Daoist Qingxuan immediately opened his eyes and looked over.

Ning Xingruan raised his head apologetically, the two looked at each other, his body couldn't help shaking, the eyes of Daoist Qingxuan...

In a trance, he felt that Daoist Qingxuan's eyes at the moment they looked at each other coincided with the eyes in the dream, the eyes were exactly the same, with undisguised strength and passion.color, making his scalp tingle.

"How do you feel?" Qing Xuan asked with concern.

Ning Xingruan blinked, Daoist Qingxuan in front of him had a gentle expression, and there was concern for him in his eyes.He hurriedly lowered his head, secretly annoyed that his dream had nothing to do with Daoist Qingxuan.

After putting on his shoes, he whispered, "I'm fine, thank you Taoist priest."

"I see that you have been sleeping restlessly, did you have a nightmare?"

Ning Xingruan lowered his head, his face turned red, and he shook his head again and again, only then did he realize that he was lying beside Daoist Qingxuan in the ancestral hall, having such an unbearable dream on a Taoist priest's bed.

Even though Daoist Qingxuan couldn't know about his dream, just mentioning it made him feel so ashamed and embarrassed.

Qingxuan's voice was faintly filled with a gratified smile: "That's good, if I still have to be disturbed by those things in my dreams, I'm too incompetent."

Ning Xingruan felt even more uncomfortable when he heard this. It wasn't because he was disturbed by dirty things, it was entirely his own fault. If Mr. Yu knew that he was in a dream... and did that kind of thing to him, he would definitely vomit to death .

Mr. Yu is really...

Unlucky.

Ning Xingruan plucked up the courage to ask: "Master Taoist, do Taoists have any scriptures to purify the heart? I, I want to try."

Qingxuan was slightly taken aback, the corners of his mouth were raised, and he said softly: "Of course, it's okay, chanting and copying scriptures can calm the mind and calm the mind, and it is very beneficial for sleep."

"Then you will come over this afternoon, and I will teach you."

"I'm causing you trouble." Ning Xingruan was determined to read the Taoist scriptures carefully, to be pure-minded, and to throw out all these dirty thoughts.

Qingxuan waved his hand, saying that he had nothing to do at first, and Ning Xingruan coming to accompany him was more interesting than him alone.

Ning Xingruan was grateful in his heart, he knew that the Taoist priest was kind enough to comfort him again.

Leaving the ancestral hall, the weather outside was still gloomy, and he hurried back home. He saw Ning Pingyang standing at the door chatting with people, and the courtyard next door, which had been empty for an unknown amount of time, opened the door.

"Xingruan, you're back." Ning Pingyang pointed to the open courtyard door next door, "We need one more neighbor."

Ning Xingruan took a look inside and saw that several familiar villagers were cleaning. He asked a little strangely, "Is it the original head of the household? Why would someone move here?"

Ning Pingyang shook his head: "The ones moved from outside may have been tricked."

Ning Xingruan nodded without saying a word, his village is a bit xenophobic, and he chose the wrong place if he wanted to experience rural life.

His body was sweaty and uncomfortable, Ning Xingruan boiled water to scrub it briefly, Ning Pingyang was afraid that his cold would get worse, so he tried to persuade him a few words, so he burned a brazier and put it in the bathroom. Slightly slit for ventilation.

The breeze outside the door made the door shake slightly. When Ning Xingruan was putting on his clothes, he suddenly saw that there seemed to be redness on his shoulders. He was facing the mottled mirror on the wall, and several conspicuous bruises were distributed on the white skin of his shoulders. on the skin.

He reached out to touch it, but there was no pain, probably because he fainted and knocked on the road yesterday.

Someone outside the door chirped his name, and Ning Xingruan could tell that it was Ning Zewen who he met in the ancestral hall this morning.

After hurriedly getting dressed and coming out, Ning Zewen was sitting obediently in the yard, when he saw Ning Xingruan, he immediately jumped up and said, "Xingruan, I'm here to play with you~"

"You're still like a child." Ning Pingyang said happily from the side.

Ning Xingruan smiled at him: "I'm going to the ancestral hall to find Taoist Qingxuan in the afternoon, so I can't play with you, sorry."

He wouldn't be angry with Ning Zewen because of Ning Zetao's words, but he couldn't act as if nothing happened.

Ning Zewen didn't care where he went to play, as long as he was happy with Ning Xingruan, he proposed to go to the ancestral hall together, and he also wanted to visit the ancestral hall.

"...I made an agreement with Daoist Qingxuan that I would go alone, and it would not be good to take someone there." Ning Xingruan said helplessly.

Ning Zewen had an innocent face: "Then I'll go see my brother, who is still working in the ancestral hall."

In the end, the two went out together.

Before leaving, Ning Xingruan saw that someone next door was already moving furniture one after another, and they seemed to want to move in immediately. The museum shelf that two of them carried into the yard seemed vaguely familiar to him.

But the shelf was covered with a layer of cloth, and he couldn't see it clearly, so he didn't care.

The ancestral hall has been repaired, and the inside is deserted, only three or two people are still repairing some doors and pillars with peeling paint.

Ning Zewen's brother was not there, so Ning Xingruan cast him a puzzled look.

Ning Zewen blushed slightly: "My brother and my dad went to the village head's house to discuss things first, and they haven't come yet, but I can wait for him here!"

Ning Xingruan could only let him go.

"Taoist!" Ning Xingruan shouted. Qingxuan was discussing with the villagers who were repairing the pattern on the wall. Ning Xingruan waited for them to finish talking before saying hello, "Are you busy this afternoon?"

Qingxuan smiled and said: "No, I just have nothing to do, just come out and have a look."

The villagers also responded with an explanation, and thanked Qingxuan.

Bypassing Xiangtang, Qingxuan looked at Ning Zewen, with a smile on his face: "Is there something wrong with this little friend coming to the ancestral hall?"

Ning Xingruan showed helplessness, and Ning Zewen immediately said: "I'm here to find my brother, my brother will be here in a while, and I'm just sitting at the door, Daoist, I won't disturb you guys, right?" ?”

His eyebrows were slightly lowered, with a pitiful expression.

Qingxuan waved his hand: "Why would it bother us to sit at the door? Just sit, my friend, and we will go in first."

Ning Zewen: ...

He sat down on the threshold with a worried face.

Ning Xingruan gave him a helpless look, and followed Taoist Qingxuan into the east wing.

Qingxuan took the scriptures out of the bedroom, put them on the table in the living room, and pointed out one of the scriptures to Ning Xingruan, asking him to copy it first to get familiar with it.

"Copy the scriptures with sincerity and respect, with a correct posture and a peaceful mind." Qingxuan arranged the brush and ink, dipped the brush in the ink and handed it to Ning Xingruan.

When Ning Xingruan was young, he learned brush calligraphy with Ning Xinglei and his fourth grandfather for a few days, but he hadn't touched it for a long time, so he was a little imaginary.

"The brush is held a little higher." Qingxuan squeezed his wrist, and lifted the brush up with the other hand.

"You have to keep your back straight, you will get tired if you lean your neck forward." He pointed his fingers at Ning Xingruan's chin, signaling Ning Xingruan to pull back.

Ning Xingruan followed suit one by one, and after writing a few words, his hands slowly returned, and he immersed himself in copying scriptures.

Daoist Qingxuan looked out of the door, looked out from here, and squinted to see Ning Zewen sitting on the threshold, and Ning Zewen could naturally see inside.

The two looked at each other, Qingxuan nodded and smiled at him with a very kind smile.