[ABO] is falling into the arms

The afternoon sun slanted into the window, and the red marks on the man on the bed became more and more obvious. Yan Jinnight hugged him from behind.

The phone on the bedside table sent a message:

Found it, about Mr. San from the Cheng family.

Cheng Yanyu, a famous violinist in Paris, whose masterpieces are "Lonely Night" and "Firelight", etc., has made great achievements in the field of music throughout his life and won many awards.Died in a shipwreck at the age of 39. (The above is from the Internet, and the following is what I found myself)

Cheng Yanyu was always a fan of Qin before the age of 37. She was with Qin 24 hours a day and had no love experience. Later, she met a young man surnamed Zeng (whose identity cannot be confirmed now), and the two fell in love very quickly. The young man was 17 years younger than Cheng Yanyu. Because of Cheng Yanyu's father's objection, the two eloped without any news. Two years later, Cheng Yanyu returned to Cheng's mansion alone, depressed, kept silent about Zeng, and committed suicide many times. After being rescued, it was found out that she was pregnant, so she gave up suicide, and later died in a shipwreck accident. She was 39 years old and five months pregnant.

There is a picture below, it is a handsome man, his facial features are vaguely similar to Cheng Qin.

Yan Jinxiao's eyes sank: Cheng Liangyu said this to Uncle Cheng, is he trying to learn from history?

The person next to him moved and woke up frowning.

"Yan Jinnight, aren't you afraid of exhaustion?" Cheng Qin's voice was hoarse, his mouth was dry, and he complained as soon as he woke up.

He really regretted it, why did he insist on drinking, and why did he insist on getting drunk to provoke Yan Jinxiao.

His back was about to break, and now he just wanted to raise his head and pour out all the wine he drank last night.

"Yan Jinxiao, don't touch it...it hurts like hell!" Cheng Qin lay in his arms and curled up, full of complaints.The bean on the chest hurts when touched, and it looks like the skin is bleeding, and the scab has not yet formed.

"Did you forget last night? Uncle Cheng asked for it." Yan Jinxiao held him in one arm and pulled the quilt over him.

"...Nonsense! You're trying to fool me again!" Cheng Qin's face changed, and he refused to admit it.

"Uncle Cheng knelt on top of me, holding my head with both hands, insisting that I bite your chest, and said to keep it as a souvenir." Yan Jinxiao said with a smile.

Cheng Qin shook his head, the picture from last night became more and more clear...

Looking back at the absurd night last night from the perspective of God in my mind:

"Yan Jinxiao, hurry up and bite..." He hugged Yan Jinxiao's head, playing tricks for a while.

"Uncle Cheng, you drank too much..." Yan Jinxiao tried to comfort him.

"Nonsense! I don't have one! Quickly bite, bite better...I want to keep it as a souvenir..."

"...How do you bite to look good?" Yan was almost amused by him tonight.

"Just bite out that kind of glowing five-pointed star..." He moved his body closer to Yan Jinxiao's face.

"... still glowing?"

"It's like Ultraman's chest glows..."

"..." Sure enough, you can't reason with a drunk person.

Yan Jinxiao bit it lightly, and Cheng Qin acted dissatisfied: "...heavier...I want a five-pointed star!"

"……I do not know."

He looked at him in surprise: "How can there be something in this world that you can't forget?"

From a sober point of view, his unbelievable look really looked like that.

He pushed Yan Jinxiao, and he was dying of anxiety: "You bite! Do you love me or not! If you love me, bite!"

Yan Jinnight couldn't beat him, and finally bit him hard, and Cheng Qin's tears of pain flowed out.

"Are you ready?... Is it a five-pointed star?" He opened his drunken eyes, touched his chest, and burst into tears when he touched his chest, "Wu...you bastard! Biting so hard! Say you love me! Bastard! You don't love me at all...you just want to play with me! Get out!"

Yan Jinxiao seemed to be annoyed by him, and kept torturing him until midnight.

"Yan Jinxiao... Forget it, I won't play anymore..." No matter how much he begged, Yan Jinxiao just turned a deaf ear to it.

In the end, I don't know how many times, he actually passed out...

"Uncle Cheng, do you remember?" Yan Jinxiao looked at the shivering ostrich hiding under the blanket with a smile on his face.

"No! I can't remember anything..." The man in the bed turned his head irritably, kicked his leg, and his back hurt badly: "You are so annoying!"

Yan didn't tease him again tonight, and brushed his palms across his back, from top to bottom, soothing and patient.

Cheng Qin closed his eyes, felt his fingers stroking, his heart beat wildly, enjoyed it for a while, and finally was willing to say: "I'm not a cat!"

Yan Jinxiao smiled: "Uncle Cheng is much cuter than cats."

Cheng Qin turned his head and stared at him: "I'm not your boyfriend either! Don't always try to coax me!"

Yan Jinxiao said, "Uncle Cheng is unwilling to promise me?"

Cheng Qin began to put on his clothes and said to himself: "I used to think that my third uncle had only been fascinated by the violin all his life. At the age of 37, he had never met a man who could make his heart beat warmly. Then he met a man. I have never I didn't see my uncle's smile like that. Although my dad said that he was a little bastard, I know how much my uncle loves him..."

Yan Jinxiao watched him button up his shirt: "Did you know? Third Uncle even gave up his favorite violin for his pregnancy, and when he committed suicide for him, that man didn't even show up. I always thought that Third Uncle was The most beautiful person, I was only twelve or thirteen years old at that time, I saw so much blood flowed from my third uncle's wrist, his face was as pale as snow It's a pity, he was abandoned by that man in the end, he didn't even wait for the funeral he."

He lowered his head and his eyes were red, and tears gathered little by little: "Third uncle and that person are 17 years apart, and he was abandoned in less than two years. I am 23 years apart from you, how many years can you hold on? Yan Tonight, stop talking big!"

"Why do you unilaterally believe that I love you is something that needs to be persisted? That's not persistence, it's the normal state of life. Even if Uncle Cheng doesn't love me now, I will always wait for Uncle Cheng."

Cheng Qin opened his mouth, and finally made up his mind to make a decisive decision. He stood up and became extremely cold: "Don't wait, the next time we meet, either you get married or I get married."

"Uncle Cheng, if my love makes you feel pain and burden, I won't force you. This week was actually snatched from me."

He was not surprised by Uncle Cheng's sudden change, he knew he would be rejected.

On the contrary, Cheng Qin almost couldn't hold on, his eyes were pretending to be calm: "There is no love at all, there is no between us..."

"I'm sorry, Little Unforgettable, my love has always been cloud..."

"I don't believe it because of what your father said, right?"

Cheng Qin said coldly: "No, I'm serious. From the beginning to the end, what I like is cloud, and it hasn't changed. This week, it's just my temporary confusion. Now I understand that cloud is the only thing I like." Is my favorite person."

Yan Jinxiao looked at his Uncle Cheng's firm eyes, and he couldn't see people he could see through at a glance in the past.

"Impossible, Uncle Cheng is lying, right?"

"Yan Jinxiao, haven't you always wanted to know what is on the ceiling? Now you can go and look at the ceiling, and you will give up when you see it."

Yan Jinxiao walked to the living room and looked at the mysterious zenith covered by the silk cloth. A shining coin pierced the silk cloth, like a knife cutting Yan Jinxiao's sight.

Yan Jinxiao raised his head, and the huge portrait of Cloud unfolded in front of his eyes, like countless arrows, flying down silently with cold light stirring.

The torn silk cloth blocked all sunlight outside the window, enveloping Yan Jinxiao in endless darkness, the coin fell to the ground alone, jingling, and the world spun for a while.