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The snowflakes from the old TV were rattling, and Li Yuan didn't have a sofa at home, so Yang Siyuan obediently moved a small stool and sat in front of the TV, watching Li Yuan filming TV.

Li Yu'an was probably a little anxious, and he patted hard with "dong dong dong".

That TV doesn't give face, Snowflake is still bigger than people.After all, he proposed to visit his house, so Li Yu'an couldn't help but say a little embarrassedly: "Uh...wait a little longer."

Yang Siyuan rubbed his pants eagerly, but still tried his best to show tolerance: "It's okay, it's okay, just a little picture."

Li Yu'an took two more shots, but seeing that he was still unclear, he said, "I'll go and turn the antenna around, and you can shout when it's clear."

This TV is really old, and it is still traditionally wired.

Yang Siyuan nodded and said, "Be careful."

Li Yu'an moved a high stool out, stepped on it, tiptoed enough to reach the antenna stuck on the eaves, and then turned slowly, shouting as he turned, "Is it clear now—"

"It's okay—turn around a little—" Yang Siyuan's voice came from inside the room.

Li Yu'an supported the wall and turned the antenna a little bit.

"Okay, okay! It's clear!" Yang Siyuan's voice was full of joy.

Li Yu'an helped the antenna to fix it again, and then got off the stool.

However, the stool had long and short legs, and he usually put some paper under it when doing homework. At this time, he forgot about it. He just ignored it because he was leaning on the wall.Now that he was about to come down, he couldn't help but move his center of gravity back a little. The stool shook suddenly, and Li Yu'an swayed back and forth. He hissed in pain.

He frowned and rubbed lightly, then retracted his hand.

It will be fine after a while, his experience tells him.

When he entered the room carrying the stool, Yang Siyuan stretched his neck and opened his mouth, staring at the TV as if he had never seen the world.

The time card was very good, the opening ceremony hadn't started too long, and the bright fireworks bloomed above the bird's nest, illuminating the entire night sky.

Seeing Li Yu'an coming in, Yang Siyuan hurriedly beckoned him to sit down: "Come here, come here, let me tell you, I have a hunch that this opening ceremony may be very, very beautiful! Do you understand that kind of majestic beauty!"

He was too eager to share this rare event with Li Yuan, so he directly grabbed Li Yuan's wrist with his hands, but Li Yuan withdrew his hand like a conditioned reflex.

Yang Siyuan looked at him puzzled: "Huh? Wrist pain?"

Li Yu'an moved a small stool over and sat down. The fireworks had already been set off, and all he saw were sparks lingering in the night.

"I just sprained a bit, and it will be fine in a while." He said.

"Ah? Let me take a look." Yang Siyuan pulled his arm, and looked at it by the light of the TV: "It's okay, not swollen. Maybe if you rub it, it will get better soon?"

Li Yu'an responded and rubbed his right hand decently, but he was too careless and his movements were very perfunctory.

Yang Siyuan couldn't stand it anymore, grabbed his left arm, and hummed: "What do you call kneading?" Then he gently pinched his stiff wrist, circling his thumb around, with fingerprints full of [-] points. The tenderness is engraved on his skin.

His hands are gentle, and his eyes are indeed hot.

The little girl in the little red dress stood on the TV, and the sweet singing came out through the low-quality speakers with a trace of distortion. Yang Siyuan never took his eyes off the TV.

The moment Yang Siyuan touched his hand, Li Yu'an almost collapsed and wanted to withdraw it.

His pores shrank suddenly, his scalp was numb, and cold sweat spread all over his body almost instantly, all thanks to his heart that was not stimulated gently—and now, the culprit was beating crazily, as if wanting to jump through the trachea, straight out of his mouth.

However, when he felt Yang Siyuan's temperature, the sudden nostalgia suddenly overwhelmed the turbulent internal organs.

Yang Siyuan held him weakly with his left hand, and rubbed his wrist with his right hand gently.He turned his head to take a peek at Yang Siyuan by the light of the TV, and he saw Yang Siyuan's eyes were bright, as if stars were about to pop out.His mouth is slightly open, with a distinct curvature.

He could see that Yang Siyuan was very excited, the kind of excitement that would be expressed by raising his arms and shaking him hard at any time.

But his hands... are soft and intoxicating.

Li Yu'an looked a little absent-minded.

Yang Siyuan probably realized Li Yu'an's gaze again, first glanced here with his eyes to confirm, then turned his head, looked at Li Yu'an with questioning eyes, and asked softly: "I rubbed it hurts?"

His light words made Li Yuan's thoughts surge again.

No, it's not.No pain, no pain at all.Thank you, I have never been treated like this.You are really gentle.

Thousands of words, but what came to my mouth was "not bad".

Then he moved his wrist slightly, signaling Yang Siyuan to stop.

He withdrew his hand, and saw Yang Siyuan had already been dragged back by the opening ceremony from the corner of his eye, so he stroked his left wrist with his right hand, feeling the fleeting tenderness.

He closed his eyes, distraught.

"I'm going to buy some food, shall I watch while eating?" He cleared his throat and asked.

"Ah, good." Yang Siyuan responded casually.

Li Yu'an took the money and went out, his steps were a little unsteady.

Don't live up to it, what are you doing, as for?he asked himself.

There was no one in the supermarket, so he took a few bags of potato chips, then picked up a can of Coke, looked at it silently, and then replaced it with Sprite.

"Calculate. In addition... the last credit account will also be repaid." He put the things on the counter and took out the money.

The proprietress was eating melon seeds, raised her eyelids to look at him, took out the account book, pushed it to him and said, "145."

Li Yu'an counted the money and gave it to the proprietress. The proprietress took it, seeing that Li Yu'an was looking at him, she sneered and took a pen to mark off the bill.Li Yu'an then went home with his things.

At ten o'clock, the snacks had already been eaten, so Li Yuan urged Yang Siyuan.

"It's ten o'clock, it's late, don't you go home yet?"

"Wait, wait, wait." Yang Siyuan was still holding the empty bag in his hand.

"I'll see you off later." Li Yuan said.

"Wait, wait, wait." Yang Siyuan said.

Li Yu'an was speechless.

When he was worrying about how to make Yang Siyuan go home quickly, Yang Siyuan's cell phone rang.

He frowned and glanced at the caller ID, and reluctantly connected: "I'm going back now."

"Your mother?" Li Yu'an asked.

"Yes." Yang Siyuan replied.His mood suddenly fell, he put down the empty bag in his hand, and stood up: "Then I'll go back now."

"Okay, I'll see you off." Li Yuan also stood up.

Under the moonlight, Yang Siyuan pushed the car forward slowly, and suddenly said: "This time I saw the way."

Li Yu'an laughed.Yang Siyuan turned to look at Li Yuan when he heard the sound, Li Yuan stopped smiling.

Before parting, Yang Siyuan looked at him and said, "Brother An, please smile more."

Li Yu'an froze there, watching his figure gradually shrink, hidden in the distant light, and turned into a spot of light that he couldn't see.

Ann...brother?WTF?Li Yu'an staggered back to the house with a hundred thousand big question marks, and had a sleepless night.

The love of young people always explodes at a certain point. Later, Yang Siyuan recalled the night when this title was born, and had to admit that he had completely put Li Yu'an into his narrow comfort zone at that time, and was locked in the circle. center of.

Yang Jianxin came back and quarreled with Chen Limei for a day and then disappeared. Yang Siyuan became more and more incomprehensible about the reason for the quarrel.

He simply didn't care about it anymore, thinking that these two people have been here for more than ten years anyway, and they can still get a divorce.

During the days when the Olympics were held, he occasionally watched the games, but he only picked the ones he was interested in watching.

He likes to play basketball, but not a passion.The only thing he loves is painting, so he only cares about such a high-level event as the opening ceremony.

In the afternoon, he concentrated on listening to Li Yu'an's lecture, calling "Brother An" smoothly.

"Can you... stop calling me that?" One day, Li Yu'an couldn't bear it anymore and asked.

Yang Siyuan blinked his eyes and asked innocently: "Isn't it nice? Calling you 'Xueba' is too distant. Call 'Brother An' more kindly."

Li Yu'an sighed, and wanted to say that this title sounds like a street gangster, you might as well call me Lao Li.

As a result, Yang Siyuan said, "What do you call you? Old Li? No, Lao Li is not suitable for you. Yu'an? Yu'an? Eh? 'Injustice'?"

Yang Siyuan read "Yu'an" on both sides, but the two words were glued together, spelling out the word "Yuan".

"..." Li Yu'an had nothing to say.

"Ah! You, you can be called Li Yuan! Read it together, do you hear it? Li Yu'an, Li Yuan!" Yang Siyuan seemed to have discovered a new continent.

Li Yu'an was startled, and said, "'Far'? The same 'Far' as you?"

"Yes, yes, yes. Oh, it's fate! From now on, I'll call you Li Yuan!" Yang Siyuan nodded frantically.

Li Yu'an always felt weird, but couldn't tell where it was.He didn't object to the name, seeing Yang Siyuan's happy face, he didn't think about it any more.

It may be said that good fortune tricks people, or it is fate, it is such a simple word game, but the two people only found out after a long time apart——Yang Siyuan, Siyuan. Which 'far' is the 'thinking'?

It is far away in the sky, and it is far in front of you.

Near at hand, sometimes far better than far away in the sky.

Yang Siyuan listened to the lecture honestly, and made fun of it from time to time, making the boring numbers and letters interesting.

Perhaps it would be better to raise the cultural score higher?The reason why he persuaded himself to listen to the class obediently.

Time to pick a time to talk to my parents about college, he thought again.

After class that day, he was lying on the bed thinking about his speech when he was interrupted by Chen Miao's news.

"Are you free for a while? I have something very important to tell you about Li Yu'an."

Yang Siyuan was at a loss, something very important?What did Chen Miao go to inquire about again?

After agreeing on the time and place, the two met at the "drink appointment" at dinner time.

"Aren't you going to see him at the fried noodle shop?" Yang Siyuan asked while biting his straw.

"I don't want to talk about it where there is him." Chen Miao was stirring the coffee thoughtfully.

Yang Siyuan became more confused the more he listened, and asked directly: "What did you find out again?"

Chen Miao stopped moving her hands, frowned and looked up at Yang Siyuan, Yang Siyuan saw tears in Chen Miao's eyes.

"Da Yang. Li Yu'an...how much do you know about his family?"

Yang Siyuan originally looked at Chen Miao's pitiful eyes and felt a little soft in his heart, but now when he heard that he wanted to talk about Li Yu'an's family, he faintly became angry.He frowned and asked, "Have you inquired about his family again?"

Chen Miao shook her head like a rattle, and explained: "No... I didn't ask for it on purpose. But... that bastard Liang Hao... You know, he chased me before... This kind of person, even if it's okay, but if you meet When it comes to a wound that can be opened, a basin of salt water will still be poured on it..."

Hearing that Chen Miao had no bottom line, Yang Siyuan calmed down a little.But thinking of Liang Hao, who they were talking about with a lot of thieves, his brows furrowed even tighter.

He pushed away the milk tea and asked, "What did he tell you again? Can you believe what he said?"

Chen Miao looked down at the coffee cup and said softly, "What he said can be matched. And...he is not the only one who knows."

The more Yang Siyuan listened, the more annoying he became. Although he didn't know why he was so annoying, Li Yu'an was not Qin Ziliang, and he hadn't been friends with him for more than ten years, but he was annoying.

He asked straightforwardly, "What's the matter? Tell me."

Like a frightened little rabbit, Chen Miao lowered her head, looked at Yang Siyuan with red eyes, tightly pursed her mouth, and after a while, said in a low voice: "Before his college entrance examination, his mother...was his father... Killed in his face."

Her voice trembled when she said this.

Yang Siyuan didn't hear it very clearly at first, until the whole sentence entered his brain, and then he accepted this message with only a simple subject, predicate and object as if he was doing reading comprehension.

Suddenly, he froze.

He couldn't believe it, but Li Yu'an's various secrets and rumors were intertwined, but he subconsciously accepted this seemingly absurd answer.

The biting chill crawled across his back, climbed to his forehead, and gave him a layer of sweat.

His breathing quickened, his pupils dilated, and he stared at Chen Miao.

"Chen Miao." His voice was full of hoarseness, as if it came from scratching on sandpaper.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Chen Miao looked at him, but she didn't answer him, but the liquid in her eyes seemed to be unable to hold back anymore, and she jumped down with joy.

After a while, Chen Miao said in a crying voice: "You have been with him for a long time. I know you have understood a little bit in your heart."

As if with a "bang", Yang Siyuan's only remaining fantasy was thrown to the ground.

His throat rolled and he couldn't speak a word.