After eleven years, I saw Wen Mingyu again.

Mu Zhan’s first reaction was not joy.

Because I came suddenly.

It was when he decided to give up and thought he would never see him again in his life, and he appeared without warning.

It's like falling into a dream, unreal, and absurd and false.

Mu Zhan stopped his steps, and his exploratory gaze fell on the familiar figure not far away, as if he wanted to penetrate all the covers and see the depths of his soul.

Could it be another conspiracy?

Wen Mingyu in front of him was not exactly the same as the person he painted, but it made him feel like this when Wen Mingyu grew up in the early years.

In fact, after so many years, that memory has long become very blurred. When I persistently want to recall it, I occasionally have a clear picture. But he has never seen the model that Wen Mingyu really grew up. The painting is just the result he imagined based on the model he had seen when he was young.

More, it is a ridiculous sense of familiarity and intuition.

There is still a trace of sweetness that seems to be nothing.

They are all missing from the fake Wen Mingyu.

Mu Zhan forced himself to calm down, not wanting to make a hasty decision. So he turned around and left, and ordered someone to bring Wen Mingyu over.

Mu Zhan asked his name. When he heard the same pronunciation, his face suddenly changed. His eyes couldn't help but nailed it to the man. He restrained his rolling emotions and gritted his teeth and asked coldly: "Which word?"

What I hear is not the answer I want.

The name pronounced in one place, but the characters are different.

He was unwilling to give up, so he reached out to pinch Wen Mingyu's chin, touched his face carefully, and didn't even let go of his ears, just to confirm whether this model was disguised.

Finally, he was sure that the person in front of him was this person.

Mu Zhan withdrew his hand, leaned lazily on the back of the chair, slightly lowered his eyes, and thought with a gloomy expression.

Is it just a coincidence that it looks so similar and its names are so similar?

Mu Zhan doesn't feel that way.

So he kept the person and slowly confirmed whether it was Wen Mingyu.

The more we get along, the more we see many familiar points that seem familiar.

Mu Zhan quickly confirmed that Wen Mingyu was really here, not anyone pretended to be.

But why, when he saw himself, he was indifferent, like a stranger he had never seen before?

My thoughts surged in my heart, like a wave sweeping over, unable to calm down.

Unreal joy is mixed with anger.

Mu Zhan couldn't accept it because he was annoyed, irritable and violent because he forgot himself.

Seeing Wen Mingyu's fear of himself, he forced himself to calm down and pretended to laugh, he laughed even more angry.

Mu Zhan seemed to be crazy and felt that since you were going to play, I would accompany you to play, and it depends on when you remember it.

At first, he thought he was just obsessed with the warmth of childhood and was not asking for it, so he wanted to find that special playmate. When he saw it, he might find that if anyone could do that person, he wouldn't care so much.

But everything was completely different from what he thought.

Wen Mingyu is not anyone, he is irreplaceable, no one can do it, only he can do it.

Mu Zhan knew very well that his mentality was distorted and abnormal. Others liked the sun and enjoyed the warmth, but he wanted to firmly grasp that beam of sunshine, take him for himself, and be contaminated with his own breath from the inside out.

That kind of relationship has changed unknowingly.

But he didn't realize it.

He thought he was the demon in the bottle, and he was angry that he should kill him, and that he would not let him easily control his emotional changes, like a marionette.

But every day he just said and thought to himself that he didn't really do it like this, like a paper tiger.

When he arrived, Mu Zhan hugged the person in his arms, smelled the familiar sweetness, calmed down his irritable mood, and even bit Wen Mingyu's neck, causing him to get his pheromone, which was the most thoroughly marked.

The state of mind is constantly changing.

Mu Zhan suddenly realized that it didn't matter if Wen Mingyu didn't remember it. His memory was also very vague, so he just regarded it as a re-recognition, but this time, he would not let Wen Mingyu leave him again.

However, I have come all the way to the present.

Because Xiao Lai Jiao accidentally encountered it, the scroll fell to the ground and spread out halfway. Wen Mingyu saw that the person on the painting was him.

Of course, this painting is not the one that was burned in the past, but a new painting by Mu Zhan.

When he started writing, he did not need to rely on the unclear memory in his mind to imagine what kind of model Wen Mingyu would be when he grew up.

Because he saw this, he easily wrote and drew it smoothly.

However, Wen Mingyu in the painting is not wearing the ancient clothes he most often sees, but the clothing styles of the future interstellar era. The simple sweater and trousers are set off by the smiling eyebrows in the year, and the sunshine and vigor are full of sunshine.

Life is good now, but Mu Zhan still feels a little regretful after all, and he missed the long time Wen Mingyu had.

So, I just imagined what Wen Mingyu was there, and what would have been if he was by his side.

Now, the painting was seen by the light, which made Wen Mingyu see.

The moment he saw it, he remembered many things and his memory became clear.

The younger brother I picked up when I was young was Mu Zhan.

Because they come from different worlds, their memories are diluted by rules, and they only vaguely remember such a person, but his appearance, what happened to them and their common experiences are like a thick layer of veil, becoming extremely blurred.

Wen Mingyu thought it was something that happened at the time, so she forgot so quickly. She obviously wanted to remember it, but it was all futile, just like the fine sand leaking from her fingers, and she couldn't catch it at all.

Until the moment I saw this painting.

It's like something broken.

The world has become clearer.

He finally remembered it.

Just then.

The sound of footsteps came from the door of the Yushuo study room. Wen Mingyu looked back and saw Mu Zhan at a glance. His handsome face slowly overlapped with the tender face in his memory and became a person.

Wen Mingyu couldn't help but turn red in her eyes, bent her lips and smiled, and then pounced towards Mu Zhan.

Mu Zhan didn't know what happened, but he subconsciously caught him and hugged him in his arms.

Wen Mingyu hugged his waist, as if he wanted to make up for the years that had been missing in the middle, and hugged it tightly, tilted his head and rubbed it gently on Mu Zhan's neck, like a difficult-to-be-drow-eared rabbit, fluffy and soft, scratching the heart.

Mu Zhan felt itchy, but he couldn't bear to leave. Instead, he kissed the corner of his mouth and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"

Wen Mingyu just shouted, Mumu.

A very familiar name, which was called this when I was young, and that was called this because of misunderstanding on the Lantern Festival. At that time, Mu Zhan was moved and was in a trance, thinking that Wen Mingyu had remembered it.

Now, it is obviously not Wen Mingyu's whim that he suddenly called out a pseudonym that was fabricated on the Lantern Festival a few years ago.

Mu Zhan looked up and found the scroll that was completely unfolded on the table, and he immediately understood everything.

"You remembered it?"

"……Um."

Wen Mingyu's face was buried in Mu Zhan's arms, his voice was muffled, with a hoarse crying voice, inexplicably, as if suddenly, he was back to that time.

After eleven years, Wen Mingyu has grown up and changed a lot, but many places have not changed.

Mr. Mu Zhan saw some familiar small movements on him, but he himself didn't realize that the dimples revealed when he was happy, and when he was nervous, he pursed his lips and looked at the lower left corner, his fingers curled up unconsciously, and his gentle expression when he coaxed people...

In a trance, Mu Zhan seemed to have traveled back to the road. They have been together forever and have never been together.

Wen Mingyu liked Mu Zhan very much, but when he couldn't control himself, he watched people get lost. Now that he knew them before, he had known each other from beginning to end, what he felt like was the same person.

Only Mu Zhan, no one else.

Wen Mingyu's mood fluctuated greatly, like the waves surging sea water, fiercely beating the reefs on the shore, stirring up a gust of snow-white foam.

He could not maintain peace, so he couldn't help but raise his head and kiss Mu Zhan's lips.

When he was about to meet him, Mu Zhan also bowed his head.

It was like a road connecting people. After walking halfway through each other, they finally met together.

They hugged each other closely, as if they wanted to blend together.

Mu Zhan hugged the man tightly in his arms, and surrounded his waist with great desire. Wen Mingyu also hugged him back, hugged Mu Zhan's neck, and responded actively.

All the feelings were integrated into this kiss, with lips and tongue tangled, not letting go of any inch, and even seemed to be violent and violent. The flames kept exploding, and the temperature around them increased, and the heat emitted from the inside and outside was like a perm melting person.

At this time, they only had the other party in their eyes, and they completely forgot about the little dumplings. They felt that the corner of their robe had been pulled down before they came back to their senses and looked down.

Xiao Chili and Xiao Jiancai both grabbed their robes, supported their fat legs, stood up swayingly, tilted their white and tender faces, staring at them with eager eyes, and kissing them.

Wen Mingyu's attention was naturally diverted, and he subconsciously wanted to bend down and pick up the chubby little dumpling, but Mu Zhan grabbed his waist, pulled the person into his arms again, and kissed him again, rubbing his lips together, as if he couldn't kiss enough.

Wen Mingyu was numb when she was sucked, and she was gasping for breath, and she vomited hot air from the crack of her lips. What she was about to say was blocked again.

After kissing again, Wen Mingyu opened her mouth to speak, but raised her eyes and met Mu Zhan. Moreover, he was still the same model he had just kissed, with his lips darkened, his throat rolling slightly, making a slight swallowing sound, which set off a small mole on the side of his neck, making him extremely sexy.

Wen Mingyu shook his mind and forgot what he was going to say.

When he was stunned, Mu Zhan ordered the palace servants to carry the prince and the princess back. The only people left in the imperial study room.

Not only that, Mu Zhan also held Wen Mingyu's face and whispered: "I miss you very much."

Just one sentence, just a short word, defeated Wen Mingyu in an instant.
To be continued...