Master Han Ming

At this moment, Qiao Qing from 202 frowned lightly, closed the beige curtains casually, and walked across the living room to the bedroom. I can't read the words clearly.

He walked into the bedroom step by step slowly and steadily, closed the door casually, took out the smallest and lightest one from the unorganized salutes piled up next to him, and took out a boxy wooden photo frame from it.In the photo frame is a photo that is quite old.

It was a photo of a young man and a teenager.In the photo, the young man is only seventeen or eighteen years old, like an eye-catching son-in-law. He is dressed in purple, his slender legs are wrapped in slim white trousers, his soft and nimble body is held in the arms of the young man, and he has attractive eyes. Slightly hanging down, interlocking fingers with the young man, the corners of the mouth are slightly hooked, and the expression on the face is flamboyant and wanton.And the young man was a gentle and elegant young man, who clung to the young man's ear, smiling softly, as if whispering.

The intimate expressions of the two and the silver bracelets of the same style on their wrists are enough to prove their relationship.

The golden sun shines on them, golden boy and jade son, young age, everything is so beautiful...

He stretched out his hand and slowly caressed the boy's face in the photo, his expression was soft, nostalgia flashed in his eyes, and there was a trace of guilt.He echoed and murmured in a low voice: "Pity officer, I'm back..."

--how is your day……

--do you remember me……

—Will you forgive me...

——Are you still waiting for me...

——Officer Lian...

Thousands of words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't say anything. His expression was extremely complicated, and he felt that he didn't have any position to say anything he wanted to say.At the beginning, he was the one who betrayed the pity officer, and he would never be able to refute this for himself.

It was his choice to give up.Even if Lianguan doesn't forgive him, what can he say, and, based on Lianguan's character, I'm afraid he already hates him to death.

He can control ghosts and the lives and deaths of many people, but he cannot control his own future.

Reminiscingly, he reached out to pull out the photo, and rubbed it in his hand. His fingers touched the protruding words on the back of the photo. When he turned it over, he paused, and slowly moved his gaze to his bare wrist.

——Remember 2009. July. 7 Embracing under the Chinese toon tree.

——Also, next time I want the blue enchantress, I will hug her.

Looking at the beautiful handwriting left by the youthful and wanton Lian Guan, he looked a little dazed, as if he had returned to that warm afternoon, holding his soft lover in his arms, how did he promise: in the future on July 7 every year? That day, we all replaced the toon with a witch, giving you everything you can think of.

But now, the oath has become a lie, every stroke is engraved on his heart, and the yellowed corner of the photo reminds him that seven years have passed.

Seven years.

Time can dilute their previous ties, but it can't make up the rift between them.

The initial sweet icing, wrapping himself and that unrestrained and lovely person, taking care of him who is still in school, organizing his daily schedule for him, when he wakes up in the morning but is too lazy to do it, he smiles helplessly and indulgently, Go forward to dress him with your own hands, and take him to eat.When the afternoon sun is good, they will nest together on the sofa to bask in the sun, and Lianguan lays on his lap enjoying himself, while he stretches out his hand to gently stroke his soft hair, in exchange for a comfortable and satisfied look from him.

On the ** Festival, they will painstakingly cook candlelight dinners and kiss affectionately.Hundreds of peaceful nights, sleeping tenderly in each other's arms.

And this warm scene was torn apart by his own hands, revealing the innermost bitterness.

Scenes from the past flashed in my mind, and finally it was the last time they met. Lianguan was pale and crumbling, staring at him closely, eyes full of despair and tiny hopes, so complicated and contradictory... And Facing such a fragile person, he still took another person and left without looking back.

The heart-wrenching scene seemed to appear in front of his eyes, and he couldn't help closing his dry eyes.

After many years, he specially found an opportunity to fly to City A this time, and he didn't know if he could get back everything he lost.He knows that wayward and flamboyant lover too well.

However, he didn't want to just give up and make the two of them strangers forever.

Holding the photos and frames in his arms tightly, he sighed softly.

At 11 o'clock at night, in an unremarkable small apartment in City A, a young man with big black framed eyes is sitting in front of the computer, typing a performance summary with his hands, the faint light of the screen is reflected on his eyes , very glaring.He moved his hands quickly and said words one by one, and kept muttering: "Wow, wow, this list is so dangerous, did the female ghost's fingernails leave a love on your arm?" It’s really risky when you think about it! But fortunately, after more than a month, we finally completed this list, and the money is rolling in, haha..."

The person he was talking to was the beautiful young man sitting on the sofa.