It's really fragrant after opening with the deadly enemy

At that time, Chuanhe was 16 years old. He performed a new choreography drama "Xuannv" at the National Center for the Performing Arts. A 5-minute silk satin in the air made him directly enter the sight of Terpsicori. He was also directly attracted by Μουσαι, and after that performance, he flew to the other side of the ocean to study abroad.

He was flying with his friends, and his family wanted to send him off, but at that time, the company was busy, Shi Chuanhe didn't want to trouble them, and he didn't want to delay their affairs, so he learned from someone that he was going bald A programmer friend of mine sent an invitation.

Nan Xi, who is about to break out of the sky, would be happy to have a private plane.

Not only was he happy, he also expressed to Shi Chuanhe's parents and two elder brothers that Shi Chuanhe would be his brother from now on.

Shi Chuanhe, who is five years younger than him: "..."

Although Nan Xi was half a round older than him, Shi Chuanhe had a good relationship with him.

Anyway, at least it was much better than the two older brothers above him who were supposed to have a good relationship with Nan Xi.

After boarding Shi Chuanhe's private plane, Nan Xi was not restrained, and walked around to have a look: "Is this the life of the rich?"

He sighed: "This sofa, this dining room, this bedroom..."

Nan Xi's eyes fell on the big screen: "It must be very cool to use this to read the code."

Shi Chuanhe had no expression on his face: "If you give in to your father, he can immediately spend his private money to buy you a small one."

"I don't." Nan Xi sat beside him and ordered a glass of lemonade from the flight attendant: "I still want to earn money to buy it myself in the future."

He clenched his fists tightly, looking like a hard-working young man: "The most delicious thing is self-reliance."

Shi Chuanhe was too lazy to tell whether his apartment abroad was a birthday present from his father this year.

Seeing that he was about to fall asleep again, Nan Xi couldn't help calling: "San'er."

Shi Chuanhe raised his eyelids and looked at him: "If you have something to talk about, get out if you have nothing to do."

"Isn't it that I have developed a software, which is still in the testing stage, and I want you to help me try it?"

Nan Xi chuckled: "You see, you don't intend to inherit your father's business in the future, and you have two outstanding older brothers on top of you. Why don't you follow me. You will be rewarded in the future."

Shi Chuanhe said ruthlessly: "I have dividends from their companies, and I don't need your few dollars."

Nan Xi looked at him with hatred: "How can you be so salty?! You are so old, you know?!"

"My family is enough for me to eat for several lifetimes." Shi Chuanhe has no fighting spirit: "They are happy and I am also happy."

There is only one thing Shi Chuanhe wants to do, he wants to dance for the rest of his life.

He likes the feeling of being on stage, every big jump, every whip, every dance.

Nan Xi still wanted to persuade him, but Shi Chuanhe got up and went back to his room: "Call me when we arrive."

He paused and added: "Knock on the door."

Nan Xi: "..."

Useless!

Shi Chuanhe fell on the bed, and casually took out the Mp3 in his pocket.

He plugged in his earphones and found a file named "." among a bunch of files.

There is only one song in it.

Because this song is unknown after downloading, Shi Chuanhe himself gave it a name: 12 years old.

The prelude is the familiar sound of guitar strumming.

Gentle and gentle, like a breeze, it can instantly calm down all Shi Chuanhe's emotions.

Shi Chuanhe quietly looked at the warm light on the top, and all the tension and uneasiness of going to a foreign country were calmed down by this simple music.

But thinking of the encounter and conversation four years ago, Shi Chuanhe's originally plain expression instantly became indifferent.

He wanted to be alone, so why would he open his mouth to speak?

It’s not enough to keep that mouth and sing, why learn to speak.

Shi Chuanhe closed his eyes, he only hoped that one day, Da Neng would be able to come up with a memory-erasing device and delete the subsequent conversation between him and that idiot.

In this way, the goodness in his heart will not be wiped out.

When the plane was about to arrive, Nan Xi knocked on the door and called him.

Only then did Shi Chuanhe realize that he had fallen asleep just like that.

Sleeping without a quilt, he himself has a bit of a cold, Shi Chuanhe thought in his heart that he would have a cold tonight.

The first day in a foreign country was spent on cold medicine.

Maybe I need a fever-reducing sticker.

But he didn't tell Nan Xi either, he just sat in the lobby with Nan Xi and waited for the plane to land.

"I'm serious." Nan Xi was still muttering: "San'er, do me a little favor."

Shi Chuanhe's nasal voice was slightly heavier: "I'm the only friend you have? You won't find anyone else?"

Nan Xi rubbed his nose in embarrassment: "Isn't that the development accident before that made me a street mouse? I found Mingsheng, but you also know that kid is now completing his art in his garbage dump Dazuo, when I went there, he operated it for him, but he only had paint in his heart, and he didn't listen to me at all."

Speaking of this, Nan Xi gritted his teeth angrily: "Don't treat me as a brother at all!"

Shi Chuanhe nodded: "Because you never regarded him as a friend."

Nan Xi: "Hi!"

"You didn't look for Brother Yue?" Shi Chuanhe felt that his eyelids were a little heavy, and his tone became even colder: "He will definitely help you."

Nan Xi shrank his neck, and said weakly: "Don't you...don't dare to trick him?"

He muttered: "Xiao Yue'er is so cute, cute and obedient, it would be too cruel to attack him."

Shi Chuanhe: "..."

He raised his foot coldly to kick him: "So you came to trick us?"

Nan Xi smiled and dodged: "Good Saner, help me. I promise this is the last time."

Shi Chuanhe didn't bother to talk to him.

It's just that when getting off the plane, Shi Chuanhe took out his mobile phone while walking through his own exclusive passage: "What software?"

Nan Xi's eyes lit up: "I knew the three of us were the best!"

He took out his mobile phone and sent Shi Chuanhe a link: "You click on it to enter the web page to download, if there is a risk warning, click continue."

Shi Chuanhe acted according to what he said, and did not forget to say: "If you were not in front of me, I would have thought your account had been hacked."

"No, no, San'er, you can't believe your eyes." Nan Xi patted him on the shoulder: "Don't you know there is such a thing as soul exchange?"

Shi Chuanhe looked at the 21-year-old man in front of him who was still in the second year of middle school: "Say it, don't mess around."

Nan Xi's hand froze, and finally let it go silently: "Why are you still like a girl, no, girls don't play the game of giving and receiving kisses."

Shi Chuanhe didn't answer the words, but just looked down at the phone that indicated that the download was complete.

There is an extra software on his screen. The icon of the software is a bit crude, it is a hand-drawn crooked heart.

Shi Chuanhe frowned: "What are you doing? Blind dating software?"

He clicked on it, and when he went in, he saw pink and tender fonts——

【This late night, are you lonely?Are you lonely this night?Do you need company this late at night? 】

Shi Chuanhe: "..."

He no longer wants to click on the next page.

Shi Chuanhe is 16 years old. Although he still doesn't like to laugh, he is not so cold-tempered and talks a lot.

"You said that I told Uncle Nan that you engage in obscenity, obscenity, pornography, and pornography. Does it mean that I will never have to listen to your last time?" Shi Chuanhe said seriously: "I can save you from being bullied by you all the time." Brother Yue."

Nan Xi knew he was joking: "Don't, just read on! I think my idea is great."

Shi Chuanhe endured it, and clicked to continue.

[Heart-to-heart conversations will lead you to find your spiritual comfort.We will provide the most private call, you will connect with mysterious netizens, tell each other your troubles, sorrows, or your feelings for the person in your heart.You can also establish a mysterious friendship with mysterious netizens here. Maybe one day in the future, you can recognize each other with a corner and a greeting. 】

When Shi Chuanhe saw this, although he felt a little weird and had too much to complain about, at least he finally became normal again.

However, as soon as he had this idea, and continued, Shi Chuanhe understood everything——

[As long as 1314, not 5201314, you can have a mysterious experience, and you can have a perfect and very secret environment to talk about.As long as 1314, you can have a 1314 net friend. 】

Shi Chuanhe looked at Nan Xi expressionlessly, and Nan Xi looked at him expectantly: "You might as well just say that you have no money and let me borrow it."

Having said that, Shi Chuanhe clicked on payment and paid with his fingerprint: "Okay, get out."

"How can you say that!"

Nan Xi smiled and didn't care about his rudeness at all: "This is my career! You are supporting my career!"

Shi Chuanhe pulled out the dialogue between him and him: "How many people bought yours?"

"Cough..." Nan Xi said solemnly: "This software has not been launched for a long time, and it is still in the testing and publicity stage. You are alone at present..."

Shi Chuanhe: "? Didn't you say that Sheng got it for you?"

He got into the car arranged by his family, and Nan Xi also quickly came up to the car, and he didn't forget to tell the driver in front of him where he was going: "Isn't Mingsheng also responsible for the money you borrowed? I don't care I'm ashamed to take more money from you, Mingsheng, I'm the boss's passage for him."

Shi Chuanhe transferred a sum of money to him indifferently: "Find me before starving to death."

Nan Xi almost knelt down to him: "Thank you, Daddy."

Shi Chuanhe didn't bother to play with the money-losing software anymore, but he still couldn't help asking out the doubts in his heart: "If you really have someone to chat with, and the person spent more than 1000, one party wanted to see netizens, but the other party suddenly disappeared. What should I do?"

As if he hadn't thought about this question, Nan Xi pondered for a while: "It is fate to meet thousands of miles away. We have to believe that fate is beyond words."

The materialist Shi Chuanhe wanted to throw him out of the car.

seriously.

He felt that if anyone else could buy this software besides him, he would be an idiot.

He is a great philanthropist, but others are not.

It's an idiot.

After Shi Chuanhe arrived at the house prepared for him here, he packed up his things and ordered a bowl of porridge.

He originally wanted to buy some medicine, but remembering that he had heard people say that if he had a cold and fever without taking medicine or injections, he would be less ill in the future, so he resolutely gave up the medicine.

He firmly believes that he is not so vulnerable.

However, Chuanhe paid the price for his self-confidence on the second day.

He didn't get up at five o'clock in the morning and slept until twelve noon.

Because he had a fever, he wrapped the quilt tightly, but still felt a little cold.

Shi Chuanhe wanted to call Nan Xi, who lived close to him, but he didn't want to listen to him when he had a fever.

Like Tang Seng, I feel a headache when I read it.

So Shi Chuanhe simply closed his eyes, planning to indulge the day and continue to sleep.

Anyway, he has to go to school to report next week, and to Μουσαι next week.

But when Chuanhe closed his eyes, the accompaniment of the song "You and Me" rang on his phone.

Shi Chuanhe: "?"

He lifted the eyelid of one eye to look at the phone, and saw the simple heart shape lit up on it, indicating that it was an incoming call from a netizen.

Good guy.

He just said yesterday that everyone other than him is an idiot who bought it, and today some idiots bought it.

Shi Chuanhe originally wanted to refuse, but he was afraid that it was that bastard Nan Xi who was experimenting with the function.

After all, Nan Xi's character could do this.

So Shi Chuanhe still clicked to answer.

He didn't speak, and the other side was silent for a few seconds.

At this moment, Chuanhe was definitely not Nanxi or Mingsheng who came out of seclusion.

Shi Chuanhe didn't intend to have a long-term marriage with a netizen, so he was about to hang up the phone, but at this moment, a chuckle of unknown meaning came from the other end of the phone: "...someone actually bought it." .”

Shi Chuanhe: "?"

Why did he feel that he heard a strong sense of ridicule?

Everyone is the one who bought this software, why are you more noble? !

If it was normal, Chuanhe would definitely have to go back and hang up the phone again after the incident.

But he didn't move.

Because he recognized the other party's voice.

very familiar.

Also very similar.

Like the male voice in the song he listened to for a long time yesterday.

It's just not as tender and tender as in the song.

Instead, there was a bit of laziness and sarcasm that made people itch with hatred and wanted to punch him in the face.

Shi Chuanhe thought, a bit like his second brother.

He waited for a long time, but he didn't wait for the next sentence, but the other party didn't hang up the phone.

So Shi Chuanhe could only ask indifferently: "Didn't you buy it too?"

Because of the cold and fever, his voice was very hoarse, with a strong nasal sound. Shi Chuanhe's voice was not very good naturally, and it got worse when he got sick.

He felt that he was now a seriously ill patient who was dying, anyway, he couldn't recognize that it was his own voice.

But that's fine.

He said in his heart, just right.

He wondered why this hermaphrodite, who shouldn't have learned to speak, was willing to spend so much money.

"Are you sick?" The other party didn't answer the question, but said, "You seem to be very sick."

Shi Chuanhe weakly turned on the hands-free, wrapped the quilt on his side, buried half of his face in the soft pillow, and rarely joked with someone in such a soft tone, the voice was muffled, without any frost: "Well, I'm going to die."

He thought that this might amuse the person on the other end of the phone screen, after all, that person had a bad mouth and was extremely annoying.

But when he heard him say this, the other party was silent for a while, and then said after a long time: "You are still very young."

Shi Chuanhe didn't know why he asked this question, and he didn't bother to answer such nonsense.

Although his voice was very hoarse, he still sounded like a young man.

Seeing that he didn't answer, the voice from the other end came out again: "Aren't you afraid?"

Shi Chuanhe thought in his heart that I'm not really dying, what should I be afraid of, but he said it himself, and he couldn't find a place to come back for a while.

In particular, his tone seemed a bit wrong, his voice was deliberately lightened, and a little erratic, it was more like talking to himself than chatting with him.

Shi Chuanhe recalled the strange look of that person standing in front of him four years ago, and wondered if he had misrecognized the voice.

"What do people think when they face death?"

Did not get his response, the other party began to talk to himself again: "Will you think of the things you have not done and feel regretful? Will you think of the promises you have not had time to fulfill? Will you regret that your choice made you face die?"

Shi Chuanhe frowned slightly.

He glanced at the time, it was just past twelve noon here, and it should be night in China.

Is this person playing music and having fun at night?

Or do you plan to abandon the sound and follow the text?

He wanted to hear what Ye Laifei had to say, but the other party was silent for a long time and did not speak again.

Shi Chuanhe hesitated for a while, with a drowsy brain, finally asked: "... What's wrong with you?"

He didn't know that his question was like a spell, and the moment he spoke, a door opened.

It was a door that was originally locked by both of them. Maybe without this sentence, they would not have any intersections in the future, or maybe there would be, but that would have to wait until I don’t know how many years later, and I don’t know the initial encounter. Whether the throbbing and beauty of life still exist in their hearts.

Everyone in this world is faced with choices all the time.

Shi Chuanhe's choice at this time is destined to create all new choices and results in the future.

The person on the other side of the ocean stopped his hand that was only a millimeter away from pressing the hang up button.

Perhaps it was because the voice of the patient opposite who said that he was going to die was a little slow, and there was a sense of familiarity that he couldn't capture.

Maybe it's because some things have been backlogged for too long, and when memories touch the scene, it's extremely uncomfortable.

Maybe because he said he was dying, he could find the answers he always wanted from him.

So he looked at the night scene outside the window in the darkness, and he sat on the cold window sill and said softly: "Today I went to collect the relics that my parents left in the research institute for seven years."

Shi Chuanhe's mind, which was originally a little confused, instantly sobered up after these words.

Relic?

He narrowed his eyes slightly.

His parents...been dead for so long?

seven years ago?

Doesn't that mean his parents died before he knew him?

Shi Chuanhe didn't know how old he was, he only knew that when he saw him four years ago, he probably looked about seventeen or eighteen years old.

Seven years ago... that was too early.

Shi Chuanhe has heard that life under the fence is not easy, and he also knows that if they meet top-notch relatives, such children will usually be very lacking in love, and many will even embark on the road of crime.

No wonder his mouth was so annoying back then.

He thought to himself, maybe it was because of the environment.

Shi Chuanhe felt that he could forgive just a little bit.

He didn't speak again, Shi Chuanhe thought about it, and finally could only hold back a dry sentence: "Congratulations."

The young master had never comforted anyone since he was a child, and the only death he had ever seen was a shocking one. He was terrified for half a year before he recovered.

Hearing someone tell him this now, Shi Chuanhe didn't know how to comfort him.

"The relics they left behind are the couple watches I made for them for two days that year."

He seemed to recall something, and smiled: "It's not worth much, it's only one or two hundred in total."

"There are also two mobile phones that I couldn't bring in during the experiment."

His parents...are researchers?

Shi Chuanhe thought quietly, was it an experimental accident?

Shi Chuanhe's brain, which originally didn't want to function because of a fever, was easily pushed by his few words.

It's like a rusty and stuck clockwork is coated with too much lubrication, oil, and it starts to work by itself.

Shi Chuanhe tried his best to recall whether there was any similar news seven years ago, whether he had heard someone lament about an accident by accident, but after all, illness still has a great impact on people.

Especially Shi Chuanhe himself didn't know how high his temperature was.

"There is nothing in it, and they are not people who like to take pictures. Click on the photo album, there are very few photos, and there is very little information. Most of them are work."

The story from the other side of the ocean, with the sound of electricity, seems to be talking about an outsider, without the slightest sadness, it seems to be just a simple confession: "But the old man who kept things for them told me that they were releasing private things. I joked about the item..."

The voice on the other end of the phone suddenly went off again.

Shi Chuanhe is actually quite annoying. He always speaks intermittently like this. Anyway, if someone puts him in front of him and talks like this before, he will definitely give him a cold face.

But facing the person on the other end of the phone, Shi Chuanhe couldn't tell how he felt.

It's not like being soft-hearted.

Nor is it like sympathy and pity.

After all, the other party didn't show his vulnerability, he was just telling him a story.

He thought it might be because of the song.

The song that made him finally insist on dancing.

"As long as you don't stop / you will always be a champion"

Because of this song, Shi Chuanhe did not win the gold medal that year, but he returned to dance.

It's just that he has learned more and more extensively than ballet.

He wants to be the champion in his own heart.

As long as he doesn't stop, he can be his own champion.

No one can stop him from spreading his wings and flying.

Shi Chuanhe couldn't tell why, but anyway, he let the other party be quiet for a while.

In this silence, Shi Chuanhe finally stopped being a self-defeating little salted fish.

He got up and wanted to see if anyone was careful and put a thermometer on the bedside table for him.

Before he opened the drawer, the phone rang again: "They originally planned to take me to eat Japanese food after that project. After all, the three of us haven't gone out to eat together for a long time."

Shi Chuanhe paused.

After pausing for a moment, he opened the drawer anyway.

He thought that maybe he could hear the movement on his side, after all, he could hear the sound of the lighter on his side, as well as a little bit of wind.

The current night in the Red City...

It should be a little chilly.

But beautiful.

When looking down from a high place, you will feel that the city is crowded but warm, and it will also give birth to a bit of loneliness and loneliness for no reason.

Shi Chuanhe often sat on the window sill without turning on a light in his separate apartment in Hongcheng to watch the night view.

If you open the window, you can occasionally feel the evening breeze.

So all emotions seem to be able to follow the traffic below, follow the lights below, and follow those dense dots to flow elsewhere.

Is what he sees now the sight he used to see?

Shi Chuanhe touched the thermometer.

He wondered if he, like him, would calm down when he saw such an ordinary but beautiful scenery.

This will save him from smoking a cigarette.

Shi Chuanhe clamped the thermometer under his armpit, and waited for a long time without waiting for his next text, so he could only ask, "Are you sad because of this?"

"I'm not sad." The other party replied quickly, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "Actually, after they left, I didn't have much real feeling. Sometimes I wake up and look at the empty house, and I don't seem to I feel like I'm missing something."

"It's been like this since I took care of myself. They're gone, and nothing seems to have changed."

Shi Chuanhe felt that the thermometer was a bit too cold.

Like an ice pick, thin, it pierced directly into his heart.

A dense coolness and an indescribable feeling rushed into his brain in an instant.

Not only did it clear up his heavy brain, it also made his bone marrow and blood chill.

Shi Chuanhe squeezed his fingertips that became stiff or even a little numb at some point, and buried all the inexplicable emotions in his heart, but his voice was exceptionally soft.

Probably because the burn was very serious, and I didn't have much strength.

Shi Chuanhe thought, anyway, he doesn't know who he is, maybe tomorrow this call won't come back.

When he remembered that a seriously ill netizen had talked with him about these things and wanted to find him again, he used the excuse that he was "dead" and never answered the call again.

After finding an excuse for himself, Shi Chuanhe asked him gently: "Have you always been alone?"

"Yeah." The sound of a lighter came to mind on the other end of the phone, and he should have lit another cigarette: "I don't have any relatives in my family."

"I also feel... I don't need anyone."

Shi Chuanhe stared blankly at the gray painted wall in front of him, wondering for a while what exactly that sentence hit him.

But at the moment when the other party's voice stopped, he felt like his heart was hit hard by something.

A dull pain spread, and at the same time, there was a violent cough.

He could be really sick.

Shi Chuanhe thought.

It was the first time he had such a pain when he had a cold and a fever.

It was like being strangled by someone and thrown into the bottom of the sea.

Powerless.

Desperation is cold.

However, the person on the other end of the phone only regarded him as a stranger without a word of concern.

But after he finished coughing, he continued to finish that paragraph——

"I thought nothing had changed...I thought everything was the same as before. Anyway, I still ate alone, cleaned alone, and watched TV alone...There was no parent-teacher meeting, and there were no performances. My parents applauded and cheered, and no one would send me off in a cheongsam for competitions or other important exams..."

The voice over there was a little smiling, but gradually turned cold: "But today I just realized that it's different."

"I thought it was different, and it was just because I stubbornly maintained everything. But in fact, in the past, someone would supplement the materials of the parent meeting, someone would supplement me with compliments, and someone would send a message of cheering for the exam in advance."

He sat on the window sill, opened the screen window, and the cigarette in his hand drifted white smoke in the evening wind, mixed with the stars in the night sky, like a galaxy flowing into the distance.

he thought.

there's no more.

He thought he seemed wrong.

It turned out that he also needed someone.

Shi Chuanhe, who is far away on the other side of the ocean, does not have the ability to read minds.

Even if he had, he didn't have the ability to read minds across an ocean.

So he didn't know what he was thinking.

He only knew that this stranger, who had only one side to him, seemed sad now.

This stranger who had only met him once, had only spoken a few words to him, and he had slandered him a few words... lost his home.

Shi Chuanhe pursed his lips.

His somewhat pale face was made even scarier by him.

But what he said was the softest, and it could easily pierce people's hearts: "Death is a terrible thing. It will be frightening and hopeless. But if you think about your worst before dying When someone is important, you can die with a smile and tears. After all, even if you regret it, you will feel relieved when you think of the other party."

Just like her.

The moment she saw her daughter survived—

She smiled.

Shi Chuanhe took out the thermometer under his armpit and squinted to see the temperature on it.

But he didn't know what he thought of, and a familiar but unfamiliar voice began to echo in his ears.

"Look at the thermometer like this, and don't shake your hands when you look at it."

"Did you see this black line? Wherever this black line stops, that's how many degrees."

"But San'er doesn't have to learn. Auntie has no other strengths except good eyesight. In the future, Auntie will show you your body temperature for a lifetime."

39 degrees.

Shi Chuanhe thought.

He needs to call a doctor.

He was so burned that he had auditory hallucinations again.

"Will it be easy?"

The man on the other end of the phone muttered something, but Shi Chuanhe couldn't hear it clearly, but just when Shi Chuanhe was about to ask, he chuckled again: "Sometimes it's a pity that I don't believe in ghosts and gods."

If you believe it, there will be sustenance.

This sentence suddenly appeared in Shi Chuanhe's mind.

That was a sentence he thought out a long time ago when he looked at the smiling woman on the tombstone.

He thought that if he believed in ghosts and gods, maybe he could burn paper money every year and talk to himself like a fool.

May she live happily in another world, may she bless Sister Huahua, may she...

Too bad he's a materialist.

It's a pity that the opposite one is also a materialist.

There was a long silence between the two, and finally Chuanhe asked, "Didn't you visit their graves?"

If you scan it, you won't say things like you didn't think there was anything like that before.

After all, looking at that cold tombstone, the heart will become cold.

At that moment, it was as if something you couldn't see hit your brain hard and pulled you out of your dream.

He didn't answer Shi Chuanhe's question, but just said: "Seven researchers died in that accident, and the laboratory was razed to the ground. There are no bones left for the seven."

Shi Chuanhe instantly widened his eyes.

He remembered...

It was an accident that happened in the summer when he was nine years old.

He had the impression that his elder brother established a rescue foundation immediately after hearing the news. Their family invested [-] million yuan to help the victims of the incident free of charge, and gave donations to those whose parents died in the accident or families Free assistance for families in financial need.

Seven people, nearly all the family, took the money.

Only one didn't.

he is……

Ye Yan.

A 15 year old child.

There are no blood relatives within three generations on the father's side.

There is a problem with the mother's household registration, and no blood relatives can be traced.

Ye Yan.

Shi Chuanhe thought.

It turns out that you are the Ye Yan whose elder brother sighed with a headache.

So your name is Ye Yan.

How that phone call ended later, Shi Chuanhe couldn't remember.

He just remembered that at the end, the sound of a lighter sounded from Ye Yan's side again, and his deep and hoarse voice sounded with the feeling of being infected by cigarettes, alienated like a stranger: "Remember to take medicine."

So Shi Chuanhe finally called to tell Nan Xi that he had a high fever, and listened to the broken thoughts all afternoon.

"Oh it's you."

Ye Yan lowered his head and took off his shoes, and changed into slippers in the entrance: "I just said, how can there be a second person in this world who can't squeeze out a word for a long time like my child."

Shi Chuanhe glanced at him coldly.

Ye Yan smiled lowly, leaned over and put him between the shoe cabinet and him, then kissed him on the lips, and said seriously: "Thank you."

Shi Chuanhe paused, he was not used to Ye Yan like this, and wanted to avoid it for a while, but Ye Yan said again: "I've been wanting to find you again since that day."

"how?"

Shi Chuanhe raised his eyes to look at him: "Want to make a promise with your body?"

He's sure that Ye Yan never recognized him at that time, just because of a late-night heart-to-heart talk?

Shi Chuanhe ground his teeth.

If Ye Yan dared to nod, he would dare to let Ye Yan experience the terrifying experience of being bitten on the neck.

Ye Yan smiled: "You even want to eat your own vinegar?"

Shi Chuanhe didn't want to talk to him, but Ye Yan refused to let him go. Seeing that the child was really angry, he stopped teasing him: "Although it seems that you won't be very happy when you say it this way, but I have to say, there is no The thought."

"I just wanted to ask what it's like for Yingnian to face an early death."

Shi Chuanhe: "..."

He looked at Ye Yan who said this sincerely, and asked from the bottom of his heart what his cousin most wanted to ask: "Are you a devil?"

Even if they don't know it's him, would a normal person treat a kind person who endured the pain and chatted with him for so long and still enlightened him like this?

Ye Yan felt a little innocent.

He blinked: "But I only like you alone."

Shi Chuanhe paused.

His heartbeat suddenly missed a beat, and it was precisely because of this disordered beat that the speed of his heartbeat became uncontrollable.

The air seemed to be heating up again, and the blood seemed to be stirring again.

This time, Shi Chuanhe understood Ye Yan's subtext.

Because I only like you alone.

So I just want to give tenderness to you alone.

very sour.

Shi Chuanhe thought to himself.

The roots of his teeth hurt a little from the sourness.

but it does not matter.

He reached out and grabbed Ye Yan's collar and kissed it.

There is sugar to neutralize the sourness.

The author has something to say: Ahh

very sour

so sweet

嘶

toothache

感谢在2021-01-0523:52:55~2021-01-0623:34:27期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of vitex; 2 bottles of Mrs. Bai's love; 1 bottle of streamer;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!