After wearing the book, I relied on yin and yang feng shui to bend the king of hell [Entertainment C

He Yu was afraid of forgetting, but Yan Zen was afraid of remembering too well.

Lord Yan is also a god, and his lifespan is not under anyone's control, which means that he will always remember this memory.Coupled with the state he has developed through years of work, it is impossible for him to forget anything or anyone.

At that time, He Yu left without any worries, and it would be tragic to leave him alone.

He Yu felt that Yan Zen's answer was reasonable, and looked up just in time to find Yan Zen walking in front of him, so close that he could barely see what was behind Yan Zen.

"Then I thought, let's just make a foul." Yan Zen stopped there, leaning on the wall with her hands that had nowhere to rest.

He Yu tilted his head to express his doubts.

"Just... Well, what I actually thought at the beginning was that every time you are reincarnated, I will come to you and stand by your side, but it feels quite uncomfortable." Yan Zen's voice became softer and softer, and finally it almost became whisper.

He Yu, who lost all his memories and even changed his identity, is there any difference between him and another person.

And the risk is very high, what if He Yu in the next life looks down on him.

He Yu actually thought that Yan Zen's solution was not bad, but this one seemed to have a better one, so he nodded and continued to listen.

"The one I just said is still within the scope allowed by the rules," Yan Zen cleared his throat, wanting to speak a little louder, "I thought of a kind... that would be more comfortable for me."

"Tell me?" He Yu said.He found that he was really healed, and turned into a state where he wanted to laugh when he saw Yan Zen's shy appearance.

It's been a long time since Yan Zen's neck turned red like that, He Yu couldn't help touching it twice, it was a little warm.

Yan Zen trembled twice: "When you die, I will abduct you into my palace and keep you in the back garden. I won't let you go, especially for Po Meng."

After knowing it, He Yu found that his position was a bit awkward, especially Yan Zen's eyes were still downcast, and it was not clear what kind of eyes he was looking at now.

He Yu heard Yan Zen whisper into his ear: "Anyway, I will take care of what you do after you die. I think you can do whatever you want." Just throw away those thousand-year-old rules.

Anyway, he has been strictly following the rules for so many years, and it's okay once in a while. He can still afford to favor the one he loves to this degree.

Yan Zen's lips had already touched He Yu's small ears, and she sucked it quietly as if she was licking the oil, and then let it go quickly.

Generally speaking, at this time, it should be blushing and heartbeating and shyly pushing the person away, but He Yu obviously has nothing to do with the word "ordinary". After Lord Yan finished teasing people, he felt relieved.

It's as if the future has suddenly settled down, and a large blank in the future has been filled in by people.

"Okay," he straightened Yan Zen's somewhat messy hair, "Why don't you tell me what you want first? I'll be mentally prepared."

Yan Zen: "..." Every time I have to be counter-killed.

He retracted his posture, took He Yu's hand and walked to the dining table: "Eat."

He Yu refused to let go: "Tell me, I'm easy to talk."

Yan Zen walked forward without looking back, and sat down.

After He Yu, he also sat down one step later, holding up the small bowl of rice.

He thought about it carefully while eating, and felt that he was a little too dependent on Yan Zen for the matter of death, so he stopped the chopsticks in his hand and stared at Yan Zen with his chin: "How do you feel like I'm doing that?" It's also pretty selfish."

Yan Zen put two pieces of meat into He Yu's bowl: "Then it's the same for me, special people are treated specially, there's nothing wrong with it, and it doesn't bother others."

He Yu compared the shape of his mouth, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt more at ease, and the corners of his mouth couldn't be retracted from time to time.

"Then why didn't you say it earlier? Make me worry about it." When he asked, he ate the food that Yan Zen had given him.

"Because it's against the rules to tell you what will happen to you after death... But I thought about it later, it's better to talk about it now than to hold it in and make everyone uncomfortable." I don't know if it is to ease the embarrassment or simply Desperately wanting He Yu to add some nutrition, he took another large chopsticks over.

A picture appeared in He Yu's mind, Yan Tuanzi was jumping on him, and suddenly a document with rules appeared behind him, trying to take the dumpling away, and the little black dumpling threw the thing away angrily, worried, and went up Jumped twice to crush the rules, buried them, and never mentioned them again.

The more He Yu thinks about it, the more cute he feels. Don't turn your head to laugh. When he came back, Yan Zen was confused.

"What are you laughing at, share it?" Yan Zen asked.

"I've turned your brain into a dumpling." He Yu didn't hide it, and continued to follow the topic, "By the way, I didn't hug enough just now. Let me hug you again tonight."

Yan Zen closed her eyes and rolled her eyes, thinking why her mouth was so dishonest.

He Yu saw his depression: "Is it uncomfortable to sleep in your arms?"

Yan Zen: "..."

"Comfortable," he said honestly, "but if you think about it, it's equivalent to you hugging me to sleep." He pointed to himself.

He Yu didn't know whether he was pretending to be stupid or really felt nothing: "Uh, in fact, you can keep the dumpling? But it feels like you hug me physically."

Yan Zen: "???" He suspected that he and the other party were not on the same channel.

Are young people today so open-minded?

Just kidding...

However, He Yu was really not kidding. He washed up first, and then went back to the room where he was originally staying to wait for Yan Zen. After the sound of the water flowing outside stopped for a long time, he felt that something was wrong.

Yan Zen didn't come over and lay down in another bedroom.

This person originally thought that he could get over it as long as he avoided it for a while, but he didn't expect the little guy to be obsessed.

Anyway, you have to choose between being hugged by others and being hugged by others.

But Yan Zen gave up the choice and tried to get by by pretending to be asleep.

He Yu stood at the door for a while to see that there was no response from inside. He used the faint light of his mobile phone to clearly see the road ahead, felt his way to the edge of the bed, and then lay down slowly.

When no one is talking, the whole house will be extraordinarily quiet, and the originally non-existent breathing sound becomes the protagonist in the night.

From evenness to unbearable haste, only in an instant.

He Yu could see that Yan Zen was pretending to be asleep, acquiescing to not responding was equivalent to agreeing, raised Yan Zen's arm, got into his arms, and tidied up the somewhat messy quilt.

It's like throwing yourself into a hug, the rabbit got into the wolf's arms.

"I still can't figure it out, why are you still so shy now?" He Yu turned over and faced Yan Zen, the eyelids of the closed eyes twitched a little.

The other party's breath and body temperature were transmitted to Yan Zen, and finally she couldn't pretend to be a question: "It's not that I don't know how to flirt, but you are always one step ahead of me, making me very passive. "

He Yu blinked twice, but couldn't see clearly in the dark, so he simply closed his eyes to rest his mind, curled up a little more, and rubbed against Yan Zen's chest.

He was recalling what he did, and after thinking about it for a long time, he felt that he just liked to play a few jokes with Yan Zen, and there was no way to seduce others.

But the invisible is the deadliest.

For example, just now, when He Yu rubbed against him a few times, he thought he was looking for something to do when he had nothing to do, Yan Zen was shocked in his heart.

"Then you took the initiative." He Yu said casually.

Then Yan Zen split this sentence into countless levels in an instant.

Afterwards, He Yu was tired and fell asleep before Yan Zen could reply...

He Yu still hasn't escaped the curse of getting up early. He told Ye Chen that he will return to the set tomorrow and wants to have a good rest today, but he still couldn't sleep late.

The curtains were drawn in the room, the sun was just rising, and there was only a little light in the room, just enough to allow people to see the road clearly.

He was about to sit up first, only to realize that Yan Zen didn't let go of him all night, but hugged him even tighter.

He Yu thought that Lord Yan would be able to take the initiative to order while he was sleeping.

He wanted to just lie down with Yan Zen for a while longer, but his eyes were attracted by the red light on the other side of the room.

After smelling the same smell for a long time, He Yu got used to it, and only then did He Yu realize that there was also that unknown floral fragrance in the room, but it was even stronger.

He finally saw what was emitting this smell.

The red Bana flower, Manjusawa, comes from the underworld.

It's not wrong to say that there is no such thing in the world, but the flowers in front of He Yu are glowing and have a fragrance that doesn't belong here.

Yan Zen was woken up by the movement of the person in his arms stretching his neck, rubbed his eyes twice, and saw that He Yu seemed to be very interested in that flower: "It was originally placed in the living room, but it was too much for you to put this thing when you were sick." It was unlucky to move here."

"Picked from your hometown?" He Yu walked over and brought the flowers together with the long flowerpot.

It took a few seconds for Yan Zen to come to what "hometown" was talking about, and nodded.

"It's really pretty if it looks good, and it's really unlucky if it's unlucky." He shook his head.

On the contrary, He Yu started not to believe in these superstitions at this moment. He carefully held the flower stem, touched it to his forehead twice, and then lifted it to the tip of Yan Zen's nose.

When Yan Zen was preparing breakfast, He Yu was sitting at the dining table looking at his mobile phone. The Bianhua quilt was placed in front of him. The smell was still pleasant. It seemed to be a light fragrance, but it was mixed with other feelings.

He Yu searched for Bianhua on the Internet, automatically blocked all bad connotations, and only intercepted the parts he liked.

"The flower language of the flowers on the other side." He Yu took a sip of the hot milk on the table, "Endless love, I feel pretty good."

And the accident is quite realistic. After death, they still depend on each other, and the time together is endless. Isn't this "endless", and it is a particularly beautiful thing for He Yu.

Some people, he just can stay with them all the time without getting bored at all.

Yan Zen couldn't help laughing at him: "It's okay to take it out of context." After he finished speaking, he suddenly remembered the tragic love legend that the flowers and leaves will never disappear, so he decided to let this out of context continue.

He Yu returned to the crew to film for more than a week, and when the TV drama awards were about to be announced, He Yu had several nominations, and he also attended the awards ceremony.

Yan Zen was busy during this period, and he didn't even find He Yu, because he also got the nomination and was able to rest for half a day. When the two saw each other, they were resurrected with blood visible to the naked eye.