"What?" Fu Tian looked inexplicably and looked at him. He found that he was asking seriously. He didn't know where this person was jealous again. Fu Tian was too lazy to pay attention to him, so he shook his hand and went back to the room.

Chu Xiangtian fell at the end and touched his chin. He felt that the young master might really like this tone, but he was embarrassed to say it.

For several days, Fu Tian discovered that a bandit had a mysterious whereabouts. After the Fu family closed their doors to thank the guests, there was no constant disturbance from visitors. The most idle thing in the entire Fu family was probably Chu Xiangtian.

In the past, when Fu Tian was busy, Chu Xiangtian would find a place beside Fu Tian to read the small script quietly. After Fu Tian finished handling the business, the two would go out for a walk or have dinner together, but these days he suddenly became unsure of whereabouts.

Fu Tian was busy, and in a blink of an eye he didn't know where he had gone.

He was confused, but embarrassed to ask. After all, Chu Xiangtian is so big that he can't stick to him all day long. If he asks, he will seem very angry and will ask if he can't see anyone in a while.

This state lasted until Fu Tian’s birthday.

On the fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, Fu Tian’s birthday was seventeen years old.

As soon as he opened his eyes in the morning, Fu Tian was suppressed by a man and kissed him for a while. Chu Xiangtian pressed him over, and his words were meaningful, "I grew up one year later."

Fu Tian was still a little unconscious. He was suppressed by his intuition and felt that there was danger, so he pushed him hard and said in a muffled voice: "Get up and wash up."

However, the man seemed to be extremely easy to talk to today. He kissed him again, then stood up honestly and put on his clothes.

Not long after the tidying up, Li Qingnian and his group came to the door with gifts.

Although the birthday of the young man was not a big celebration, Li Qingnian and the others were invited to come and have fun. Fu Youqin personally cooked and made longevity noodles, while Fu Shuyue dug out the flower wine buried a few years ago to drink for everyone.

Fu Tian finished eating a long longevity noodles in one bite. Li Qingnian and the others cheered and put the poured wine in front of him. Fu Tian did not refuse and picked up the wine glass and finished drinking it in one breath.

They were all young and energetic young people. The atmosphere became more and more intense as they whispered. Fu Tian was influenced by them and unknowingly drank a lot. He supported his head in a dizzy way and watched them make trouble with a smile.

Only Chu Xiangtian's expression remained unchanged, and he was not drunk at all. After lying down, he asked his servants to settle the drunken ghosts and carried the drunk young master back.

Fu Tian felt a little floating and a little hot, moving around in a man's arms like a baby. Chu Xiangtian hugged him tightly and said helplessly: "Don't move."

The drunk young master was not obedient at all. He reached out to grab his cheek and asked fiercely, "Where is my gift?" Everyone else gave gifts, but only Chu Xiangtian hadn't given them yet.

"Be good, don't move around, I'll take you to see." Chu Xiangtian was confused, and hugged the man without going back to the house, but went to the guest room in the East Courtyard.

Chu Xiangtian used to live in the guest room in the East Courtyard, but since he successfully climbed onto the young master's bed, he has never lived there again.

Now it's just in handy.

He carried the person in and placed it on the soft couch, and Chu Xiangtian turned around and closed the door to isolate the cold outside.

The lights were not turned on in the room, and the light was a little dim. Chu Xiangtian took out a fire note and lit the candlesticks in the room one by one.

The ground-falling candlesticks look like a peach tree, with vivid leaves and peach blossoms on the copper-cast branches. The part of the blooming peach blossom stamens is a red candle. When the entire candlestick is lit, it seems to light up a tree of peach blossoms.

The drunk Fu Tian was awakened by the candlelight. He opened his eyes vaguely and saw the candlelight in the trees. Half-supported his body, Fu Tian slowly looked at the environment where he was.

This room may no longer be called a "room", but it is more like an indoor garden. It is filled with flowers everywhere, leaving only a winding path for people to walk on. Because the weather is cold, the path is covered with thick velvet blankets, so even if you step on it barefoot, you won't feel cold.

At the two ends of the velvet blanket, one is the soft collapse of Fu Tian lying, and the other is a wooden swing wrapped around flowers.

Chu Xiangtian went to point another "peach tree". Fu Tian sat up and suddenly rubbed a piece of slippery fabric on his cheek. He turned his head and saw that there were many colorful ribbons hanging on the peach tree-shaped candlestick.

There seemed to be words written on the ribbon. He grabbed a dim candlelight and tried hard to identify it, and found that the one written on it was a love poem.

"I wish to be a paired bird in the sky, and I wish to form branches on the ground..."

The love poem was entangled and sad. He felt so sad that he had goose bumps all over his body and sobered up a little. He grabbed two more, and without exception, they all wrote love poems.

Chaos's mind slowly turned, and Fu Tian's eyes fell on the man with his back facing him.

“What are these?”

"Do you like the gift?" The man walked over and squatted in front of him. The colorful ribbon swayed slightly as he walked. It was actually not too ugly. However, when he thought of the love poems written on it, Fu Tian felt a cool breeze pouring the soles of his feet poured on the back of his head.

Fu Tianmo felt a lot, thinking that after all, it was this person's will, and he said he liked it against his will.

Chu Xiangtian showed such a look and whispered: "I have been preparing for a few days. Just like you like it, but unfortunately it was too cold outside. Otherwise, it would be better to put it in the garden."

Fu Tian: "..."

He was shocked and couldn't speak. He unconsciously grabbed a ribbon and asked with some stuttering question: "Above, the poem above... was also written by you?"

"Well," Chu Xiangtian knelt halfway on the ground, his height just pressed against his forehead, "I can't write poems... so I asked someone to find some well-written ones and copy them."

Fu Tian felt soft and thought about the scene where the man held the brush with an impatient look on his face and copied poems seriously on the ribbon. He felt that these messy arrangements became pleasing to the eye.

Chu Xiangtian touched his lips without any effect and murmured: "I will copy it for you every year from now on, okay?"

"..." Fu Tianshu's soft expression suddenly stiffened for a moment. He did not agree to him immediately, but asked vaguely: "Why do you suddenly want to copy a poem for me?"

Chu Xiangtian frowned, and was a little unhappy when he thought about it, "I asked you last time."

Last time... Fu Tian recalled for a while, and suddenly remembered a question he asked without any end on the day he said goodbye to Zhou Chuanqing.

Fu Tian ignored him at that time, but he didn't expect that this person would assume that he had agreed.

Fu Tian was so amused that he was laughing and crying, and his heart was sour and soft.

"Why don't you ask me more?" Fu Tian took the initiative to wrap his neck, and his dark eyes reflected the candlelight, like the night sky full of stars.

Chu Xiangtian was fascinated by him, so he leaned over and kissed him, and asked vaguely, "What are you asking?"

"Ask me if I like you."

Chan Mian's kiss stopped, Chu Xiangtian slowly pressed the man on the soft couch and asked calmly, "Do you like me?"

Fu Tian's eyes were bright, and he stood up and pressed him down, sat on him, and kissed him condescendingly, "I like it."

"Even if you can't write poetry or write articles, you won't be sour and literati styles, sometimes you're even more fierce than bandits, and I like it too."

Chu Xiangtian suffocated his breath, pressed his back and pressed him down, instantly stolen his mind.

Fu Tian lay on him, feeling his beating heart, and actively opened his lips to cooperate with his plunder.

The red light in the corner was gone, and the warm heat flow rose into the air and then spread around, warming the entire room.

The temperature in the house was getting higher and higher, and the plants that had been quiet could not hold it in their mouths and started talking in a low voice.

"It's so hot, I'm about to suffocate."

"Why put us all together? My flowers are squished."

Suddenly a tender voice penetrated, "What are those two humans doing?"

"Match it." The flower that answered it was obviously seen by the world. As soon as he opened his mouth, he frightened the little flower that was asking about it. "Humans like to mating in front of us. I have seen it many times, and they thought I didn't know anything."

The tender voice stuttered a little, "Does humans also want to bear seeds?"

"The human term is called having children." The old flower corrects its term.

“…”

Fu Tian, ​​who was confused, suddenly froze, grabbed his clothes tightly, and asked softly: "Don't, wait a moment..."

Chu Xiangtian was puzzled and thought he was shy. He whispered: "This is Yaoyu, it's good to put it in... OK, it won't hurt in the future."
Chapter completed!