【Double Life】The Redeemer

An Jia could feel Liang Chuan's uneasiness. He also knew that Liang Chuan couldn't sleep late at night, but he couldn't help it.

He hugged him tightly, kissed him tenderly, and whispered love words in his ear, all he got was Liang Chuan closing his eyes and trying to breathe steadily so that he would not worry.

When will that layer of window paper break?An Jia lightly stroked Liang Chuan's soft hair, and the person in the quilt woke up with sleepy eyes. Eyes slightly lowered, lips are rosy and beautiful, "Xiao Jia, why did you get up so early?"

Last night was a night of tender love, the older lover softened his body into a blooming flower, charming and seductive, his tearful eyes were full of love, and his mouth was full of love again and again. When he climbed to the top, he hugged his shoulders and called Xiaojia again and again in a crying voice.

Shouting almost broke his heart.

An Jia was hot and hot, her firm body hugged him as if she was about to melt.

With a smile on his lips, he subconsciously touched An Jia's arms, clung to him softly, and snuggled into his arms like a cat, "I don't have work today, why don't you sleep a little longer?"

The heating in the room was sufficient, but he was still afraid that Liang Chuan would catch cold, so he pulled up the quilt and covered him, and put his fingers on his smooth and delicate shoulders, "Thinking, I finally have time on the weekend, and I want to go out to relax with Uncle Liang .”

"Ah..." Liang Chuan finally opened his eyes, looked up at him, and always smiled gently. Sometimes after watching too much, he would feel that there was a humble flattery in this smile, "Okay, then I'll get up."

He wanted to get up, but An Jia held his slender waist and shuddered, and pressed him back on the bed, "It's okay, I'll go out later, you sleep a little longer, I'll make breakfast, what do you want to eat?"

Liang Chuan yawned, with tears in the corners of his eyes, "Actually, I can also make breakfast."

"Farewell, Uncle Liang will continue to be a fairy boy." He touched the other party's forehead, "I'm going to the kitchen, I'll call you when I'm ready."

Liang Chuan's face became hot when he said, "Xiao Xiannan...what's his name."

...

After the Chinese New Year, a sunny day in the first month.

Occasionally there is wind, but not too much.

Thinking of going out for a walk, he went to the alma mater of the two of them.There are many pedestrians on the road, some with children, some couples, some friends, laughing and playing, most people's lives are actually looking for fun in the ordinary.

Liang Chuan took a few extra glances at other couples walking their dogs.

An Jia asked him if he wanted to raise him.

What came to his mouth was swallowed again.

There are too many entanglements, and the day of leaving will be too painful.Just like the marriage proposed by An Jia, it ended in silence in the end.

In his previous life, he had nothing but letting An Jia by his side, indulging in sex on the bed, indulging in giving him what he thought was the best, two people walking leisurely like this, walking the dog and so on.

At that time, he was very busy, he wanted people, money, power and wealth, which were the chips of his love for An Jia.

Although I don't think so now, I am no longer qualified.

His eyes were astringent, and he subconsciously raised his hand to wipe them, but there were no tears.

An Jia also thought he was crying again, and hurriedly held his face together, both of them were stunned.

"Probably...it's good." Liang Chuan pondered for a few minutes, "It's good news. I always shed tears like that, and I despise myself."

An Jia held his hand and looked sideways at Liang Chuan. The scarf almost covered half of his face, leaving only good-looking eyebrows and eyelashes hanging down long, covering up countless thoughts.

"But I don't think so." Facing the gentle wind, there was a broken light in his mo-like eyes, "If Uncle Liang is crying, it proves that you are still venting your pain, that you still want to get better, don't cry If it's gone... it feels... just numb."

The young man's voice is sexy and pleasant, and when he talks about things calmly, he seems to be playing a musical instrument, but the content of the music makes people feel a little sad.

Liang Chuan was silent.

He knew that An Jia would sense something was wrong, but the other party never pointed it out once, and he didn't know what to say when asked so suddenly.

Fortunately, An Jia just smiled and didn't say anything more.

...

Greeted the doorman and went in.

During the Chinese New Year, except for the necessary security and sanitation personnel, there was no one else in the school, and it was very quiet.

Birds flew over the trees and dead leaves fell.

"I liked playing basketball very much at that time." An Jia said to Liang Chuan, "I played all kinds of balls, but I liked basketball the most. I would also come out for 10 minutes between classes. Later, when I was in the third year of high school, I was nervous about my studies and I was afraid of getting hurt. Teacher Zhu didn't Let me call again, but I will still go secretly." An Jia smiled helplessly after speaking, "My life is too ordinary and boring, Uncle Liang, you, what did you do when you were in high school?"

Liang Chuan looked at the school, imagining that An Jia, who was a teenager, came and went from here, holding the ball, smiling with his exquisite eyebrows.He didn't feel inferior because of his poor family. He was always cheerful and positive, and many people liked him.Whether it is a teacher or a classmate.

He knew that An Jia had been the president of the student union, how many awards he had won, many girls had handed him love letters, and he had also participated in football games. Of course, painting won the biggest award.

He is so good...

He still remembers that on the day An Jia received the admission notice, she wore a simple shirt and jeans and came to tell him, "Uncle Liang, I have passed the entrance examination to Peking University. I will not let you down. I will help you well in the future and become your His left and right hands." In his eyes, there is vision and ambition for the future, he is full of confidence and vigor, but he also hides the restraint of respect for himself, and he is afraid of offending himself.

Liang Chuan opened his mouth wide, his eyes sparkled, and he laughed for a while, "At that time, I only liked reading books, and I was a nerd. I look like a foreigner, and I look down on many people. A naughty boy would call me a monster."

An Jia looked at him worriedly and squeezed his hand tightly.

"That's it. Except that I don't have any friends, and I don't want to make friends, the rest are fine. They just get angry occasionally, and they don't dare to do anything radical. They are all kind."

The two were talking and came to the school's wall of glory.In their school, photos of students who have been admitted to key universities will be pasted on the wall and made into a wall of glory to motivate students.

There was a wall between Liang Chuan and An Jia.

An Jia said angrily, "Damn, Uncle Liang, do you want to discuss it with the principal and put us together."

"Okay." He indulged bottomlessly.

An Jia was still talking, when a surprised "An Dong" broke the peace of the two of them.

An Jia and Liang Chuan looked back and saw that it was Lin Lin, the student supported by An Jia.An Jia once said that the tragedy of the two of them should be copied to him and Lin Lin.