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Wei Liao drunkenly knocked on the door of Fu Xiru's room on Christmas Eve, as if he stayed at Fu Xiru's house when he was 16 years old and knocked on the door in the middle of the night with a red face and a hundred ramming deer. Life.

But the hundred fawns had already crashed to death on that door, and only Wei Liao stubbornly crossed thousands of kilometers, non-stop, exhausted in the crushing love and pursuit, lost his mind, and adopted the same posture to courtship.

Courtship in nature is normal and smooth, because it's not really about love.When a person's lips utter the word love for the first time, they immediately lose that ability. Mating is not the first priority, getting love is.

Wei Liao said the word "love" a hundred or eighty times when he was too young, and said that although the lovers were all the same person, his mood was already very vicissitudes, and he seemed to never say love again. He neither had the courage nor This necessity.

Anyway, he would never believe the other party when he said it, let alone take it seriously. He just regarded him as a child, stuffed him with a cup of hot tea, a cup of soup, and even washed his face and hands. He was meticulous, but he didn't even hear the echo. less than.

No one answered the door, Wei Liao let out a long sigh and slid down the cold door.

He only felt that he was a Ranger who ran for thousands of miles but fled in vain. He was exhausted, and he didn't care about the ugly posture at the moment. He curled up at the door, like a small pile of trash that was discarded by someone.

The Christmas holiday is neither long nor short, and Fu Xiru's time is always relatively flexible. Maybe he just went somewhere to play and didn't tell him at all, or he brought some beauty with emerald brows and pink pink who had been exposed in the circle of friends. Vacation, to the west is Las Vegas, and to the east, you can go back to China to meet your parents. Before he came, he was unwilling to tell the other party because of some hidden resentment. Who can blame him?

Wei Liao whimpered and groaned, and shrank himself into a ball more and more, frustrated, and didn't want to take out his phone, and didn't want to shed tears.

He fell in love with Fu Xiru from a long time ago. Looking back, it is as vague as ancient history. What he can tell others is that the two are business partners. The acquaintance, because it is so natural, in fact, it is not even clear when it fell.

Fu Xiru was five years older than him. Although it wasn't considered a top age difference, it was actually far behind.The hazy first impression was that his parents picked him up and put him in the arms of Fu Xiru who was sitting upright.

Such a tragic age difference.

When he staggered into kindergarten, Fu Xiru had already flourished in elementary school. When he was in the first grade, Fu Xiru was about to graduate from elementary school. He entered junior high school. Fu Xiru was in the high school of the same school. Fu Xiru went abroad to study, and the trip traveled thousands of miles, so there were fewer opportunities to meet each other.

Wei Liao was very eager to know how to write the word "like" because he was familiar with this long distance that cannot be crossed, so he blocked the other party in the corner and announced: "I like you, brother!"

It's the brother's title that's broken.

Fu Xiru smiled, rubbed his baby fat face, and replied softly, "Good boy."

Wei Liao was coaxed for a while, but when he thought about it later, he almost beat his chest and feet, the pink and snow-white boy almost cried with anger.

He never called Fu Xiru brother again, but the other party was very conscious of being a brother, not only took good care of him, but also stood up for him in school, not to mention fighting secretly, even fighting in person without caring.

Wei Liao's heart was sour, sweet, painful and numb, how could he not fall under such fierce artillery fire?

Since then, he has talked about his admiration many times, so much that he feels overwhelmed, but Fu Xiru always refuses to take it seriously.

In fact, it is not impossible to convince the public, after all, one is too young and the other is too ruthless.Both families are not simple.Wei Liao has an elder brother who is almost capable of being his own father, and even his eldest niece is a few years older than him. Fu Xiru also has a younger brother in his family. He naturally knows how to be an older brother, and he pursues an elite education, which does not pay attention to love.

Wei Liao also knew that the young man's love for him was not reliable, but the other party refused to investigate and pushed him away, feeling very hurt, as if he was not worth staying at all.

He does not admit that he is in love, and feels that he is really worthy of self-pity. He is in love all day long, and when the time comes, he will go abroad.

Before Fu Xiru was ready to inherit the family business, his parents were growing old and strong, so he stayed in the United States to study for a PhD, which was purely theoretical research. There are rich second-generation people with refined tastes and high-spirited designs in the family.

No girlfriend, no boyfriend, a few female companions, all races, a large circle, moderate nightlife, in short, it is perfect, a standard template.

On the other hand, Wei Liao himself is a crazy salted fish who loves to walk a tightrope.

He also suspects that he is not yet determined, so he is so crazy, and feels that if his feelings are not true, then what the hell can we believe in this world?

Just as he was sublimating from an emotional issue to a philosophical issue of existence and nothingness, the apartment door creaked and opened.

Wei Liao raised his head ignorantly, seeing Fu Xiru condescending, showing surprise, but immediately changed into a tolerant expression.With a twitch of his nose, he stood up staggeringly, showing sincerity because of the alcohol: he threw garlic into Fu Xiru's arms with his feet mixed.

Fu Xiru was proficient in catching him, it was commonplace, but Wei Liao didn't do it on purpose, he jumped unexpectedly, but didn't want to stand up at the moment, snorted, and slid down limply.He was still young, just passed his 19th birthday, in Fu Xiru's eyes he was just a big rabbit doll, he was easily moved in and placed on the sofa.

It was snowing heavily outside, the traffic in the city was difficult, and the power would be cut off at some point, but the room was warm and bright, with a hint of popcorn smell.Wei Liao didn't know if he was too hungry, but it was Fu Xiru and the taste of heaven.

Fu Xiru brought a hot towel, took off his coat, and asked while wiping his face, "Why didn't you call before coming?"

Wei Liao was powerless and snorted.

Fu Xiru asked again: "How did you come here? You didn't drive yourself, did you?"

Wei Liao shook his head with a headache expression on his face.

"Where did you get drunk?" After all, Fu Xiru was smart, and when he asked this question, he had a flash of inspiration: "Didn't you come to see me? Who did you come to hang out with? How did you get so drunk?"

It is said that one speaks the truth after drinking, but Wei Liao just kept silent, acting like a puff, holding himself back like a tight-mouthed clam, and even raised his hands to cover his eyes at the end of the question, neither looking nor listening or answering.

Fu Xiru pulled his hand down and wiped his chin and palms again with a towel, but he was absent-minded. He opened Wei Liao's unconsciously curled palms, and peeled off his collarbone to check his collarbone. The wife who stayed alone in the vacant room checked the clues of the husband who went out to socialize, shook her head and put it down.

Taking advantage of this time, Wei Liao rolled into his arms, curled up like a disobedient kitten, and said in a low voice, "No, nothing."

He could never love anyone this way again, there was no such option in the world.

Fu Xiru's silence made him ache all over, and he felt wronged. He wanted to say something bitterly, but he didn't gather much energy. He simply put on an innocent look, rolled over on his lap, and smiled: "Christmas gift, I originally wanted to surprise you by flying over here, but I had a drink on the way..."

It was riddled with holes, and the skin was torn and bruised.

He had a good smile, clear and straightforward, innocent and fiery, with a heartless appearance, but his eyes were covered with a transparent film of water, shining brightly, like stars, and his eyes were light, like the wings of a butterfly. He and Fu Xiru looked at each other for a moment, then moved away immediately.

Fu Xiru was terrified by his look, and both of them knew they were reluctant, so the surprise ended hastily, leaving only silence.

What Wei Liao thought was whether I wanted to be so deserted, I was just powerless.

Fu Xiru didn't seem to be thinking about anything. After a while, he was very appreciative, and while hugging him, he said, "Okay, I'm very surprised."

His biggest advantage is that he can say everything seriously, not at all perfunctory, as if he is always distracted.

Wei Liao let him hug him softly, and when he got up, two lines of tears burst out. He also felt ashamed, and wiped it with the back of his hand repeatedly, just as he met Fu Xiru's deep eyes, grievances poured out. The corner of the mouth was extremely stubborn, but he couldn't hold back the expression of wanting to cry.

love, love.

He was used to being treated like a child, and he was hugging Fu Xiru's back. If they were indeed lovers, how ambiguous and sweet this scene would be.But that's not the case. Not only is there no lover, there is no ambiguity.

Fu Xiru wiped the glistening tears from the corner of his eyes with one hand, and sighed: "Tired? Is it my fault?"

The original meaning of these words was probably that you were tired after chasing after him, Wei Liao naturally had no way of understanding, nodded sullenly, stretched out his hand and pulled the other person's clothes to cover his face, trying to cover it up: "I'm going to sleep."

He was holding back his sobs, his voice was sandy and milky, and he looked particularly bully. Fu Xiru didn't say much, and carried him directly to his bedroom.

It's not that there are no guest rooms, but there is no time to tidy them up in a hurry, let alone... there is no need.

Wei Liao fell on the bed, and immediately realized that it was Fu Xiru's smell, it was like the ocean drowned him, he was at a loss, grabbed the corner of the quilt, and when he saw that Fu Xiru hadn't left, he grabbed his sleeve.

Fu Xiru thought he understood his intentions, and leaned down beside the bed to kiss him good night, touching his forehead instantly. After a little hesitation, Wei Liao, who was drunk, put his arms around his neck, suddenly raised his face and added a kiss. kiss.

real kiss.

For a moment, the sky was dark, and both the enemy and our troops were in chaos. Before he could refuse, Wei Liao was in a daze. He could reason that he didn't know anything. He closed his eyes and pursued this with enthusiasm and a bitter love that had nowhere to vent. After a while, Fu Xiru was very clear that without any excuse, he was dragged onto the bed by a drunk, and he aggressively put his hand under the other's clothes, from his flexible waist to his chest.

Wei Liao arched his waist and panted in a daze, his cheeks were stained with drunken blush, his whole body was hot and limp, and he seemed naked even with his clothes on, only a few muffled grunts leaked out because his mouth was gagged.

He is also very pure, once he is kissed, he can't find the north, south, south, east, and north, and he is willing to go anywhere even if he is coerced.

This sweetness is simply gut-piercing poison, once you taste it, you will never forget it, but it is not over yet, and the aftertaste is long, so there is no time to think about whether it is poisonous or not. kisses served between.

The body is better at conveying love and surrender than words. Without words, how naked the human heart is. You can know it once you taste it, because all the feelings are secrets that cannot be kept, and they are all caught off guard.

Wei Liao melted completely, was kissed submissively, and ended when he was out of breath. After the end, he hugged Fu Xiru's neck and felt that he buried his head in his neck, closed his eyes and refused to wake up, drowsy, like a The puppy who finally came home in the rainstorm was docile and stable. He snorted "brother" and fell asleep.

Fu Xiru was the only one left, silent in the suddenly formed gentle village, doing a kind of visualization of his face.

There is a tear mole under Wei Liao's eyes, but in fact he doesn't shed tears often, but has a stubborn temperament. Even if he likes someone, he likes him relentlessly. It has been several years since he called him brother like that.The lips are slightly swollen, which inevitably reminds people of what happened just now, and they feel that it is really a very beautiful red.

He was just a beautiful kid, with a carefree face, naturally happy and content, thinking about things like love and wants and Christmas wishes and Christmas Eve icing snow.Fu Xiru stroked his plump cheeks, the tentacles were soft and warm, warm, and the ironing was surprisingly familiar.

Full of down-to-earth smell of fireworks.

It is weird and unstable to regard one person as another's anchor, and Fu Xiru has always avoided this kind of thing from happening.He was looking for something, always felt that there was something missing in his life, and Wei Liao almost bumped into it to make up for it, but he failed because of his excessive doubts.

A rational person has always been like this, he never easily hurt others, even if something is really missing in his life, he has to study it thoroughly first, and he is not willing to recklessly let others step into it.

What is missing is Wei Liao?

It didn't seem like it used to be, but it is now.

This is such a lovely child, who can take what he longs for and refuse to give him for many years?He is already persistent enough and enthusiastic enough, even tears are hot, not to mention Fu Xiru is qualified to examine him?

Wei Liao said, "You don't believe that I love you, okay, then you can test it."

But love is not tested, it just happens.

It's like the surprise of Christmas, like the snow and tears that came out of nowhere, like this nameless kiss, although there is no reason or name, but it happened real and will remain forever.

As if he wanted to confirm his own idea, he kissed Wei Liao's lips lightly again, in exchange for a hum and a slight twist, Wei Liao still held his arm tightly.

When he woke up, it was so quiet outside the window, Wei Liao had a headache, shrank under the quilt coquettishly, suddenly bumped into a chest, was startled, woke up instantly and looked behind, but bumped into a piece of naked flesh.

Further up was a familiar face, so frightened that he immediately touched Fu Xiru's crotch blindly, and only after touching the pajama pants did he regain his composure.

It's fine if you don't sleep, if you don't sleep, nothing happens, and you can say anything.

Although it is logical to take responsibility after sleeping, it is psychologically sad, not to mention that Fu Xiru may not be willing, which is really not beautiful.Wei Liao smacked his lips, dissuading himself from wanting to move, oblivious to the heavy feeling, got up and prepared to flee the scene first, but unexpectedly, the air outside the quilt was so cold that he retracted under the seal again.

"There's a power outage, you can lie down for a while."

Fu Xiru also woke up, explained something, reached out to put his arms around his waist, and closed his eyes lazily.

Wei Liao...Of course Wei Liao's bones are not hard, he immediately surrendered after being hugged like this, pretending to be calm: "Yeah."

He can drink well, but he drank more than one glass last night, not only was it broken, but he also felt uncomfortable after waking up. Even if Fu Xiru was close to his back, he couldn't be stable for long, so he tossed and turned under the covers.

The two of them didn't speak for a while, Wei Liao was desperately trying to recall the last time they lay down and slept together, after much deliberation, he was no more than 15 years old, full of emotion and complicated mood, when he stretched out a hand behind his back, placed it on the He rubbed slowly on his temples, and Fu Xiru suddenly said, "Have a headache?"

Wei Liao was like a little goblin who had been caught by the gate of his life. His whole body was stiff and he could no longer move. After a long while, he replied in a trembling nasal voice: "...um."

The attitude is very cautious.

He didn't remember what he did last night, but he vaguely remembered that Fu Xiru seemed to ask him how much he drank and who he came to see when he was lying on the sofa, and he almost forgot all about it after that.However, this kind of thing is not without lessons learned. Wei Liao is almost at ease, but feels that Fu Xiru is very ignorant, and actually lies in the same bed with himself with his upper body naked. I don't know if he has confidence in his character or the so-called questioning heart. I have no understanding of the unruly heart.

Anyway, Wei Liao has always been unable to understand Fu Xiru's thoughts, so he can't even understand his kindness to him.He wanted to believe that the other party had no affair, but couldn't help thinking about it. He wanted to believe that this was ambiguity, but he suspected that Fu Xiru didn't think so.

Thinking about it, even if he fell in love with Fu Xiru as a crime, Fu Xiru himself is his prison, and unrequited love itself is a process of redemption.

It's like a madman looking up at the sky can't pick up the stars, but can only fall into the deep pit.

Wei Liao thought about it even more, turned over and buried his face in the pillow like a salted fish, full of annoyance.He forgot that he was still sleeping with Fu Xiru, and when he turned around, he realized what it meant that he was clinging to Fu Xiru, and he immediately pretended to be dead.

After he made such a fuss, the massage was naturally gone. Fu Xiru raised his hand on his body, allowing him to change his posture smoothly, and then it landed on the back of his head, combed the tense tendons at the back of his head, and lifted his hand Slowly knead the nape of the neck.

Wei Liao was rubbed until his whole body became numb, and the tiny electric current flowed from the skin to the bone marrow, to all the limbs, which made him unable to restrain an extremely obscene association. It was like torture.

He only felt that loving someone was so full of disasters, even close contact became poisonous, and he also felt that he was as small and helpless as dust. Under Fu Xiru's hands, he was born and died. The living can die and the dead can live. The grievance came suddenly, so it took a while to realize that Fu Xiru suddenly stopped, and his palms covered the back of his neck which was so warm and comfortable.

Are you distracted?

Wei Liao also suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and opened the quilt while talking: "It's time to get up..."

He has a strict family upbringing, his father is strict, his eldest brother is another biological father, and his work and rest are very old-fashioned. Laying in bed itself has a heavy sense of guilt. Besides, sharing the same bed with Fu Xi is definitely a torment, and it is best to get rid of it as soon as possible.

However, as soon as the quilt was lifted, he immediately shivered, lost his battle in the cold air, closed his mouth with a bang, and fled under the quilt, pretending that he hadn't said anything just now.

Fu Xiru was amused by him, and pulled him into his arms: "Wuuuuu."

Wei Liao was dazed by his tone and embrace, and lay down peacefully without saying a word, which gave Fu Xiru a chance to continue the interrogation last night: "Why were you drunk yesterday?"

From Wei Liao's point of view, this beginning is rather frightening.When he is drunk, he can be vague, and he can pass a sentence willfully. When he wakes up, he has to follow logic to give an explanation, but he can't say a logical explanation.

Traveling thousands of kilometers all the way, only to realize when you arrive at the destination that you have to be paralyzed by alcohol to see you, otherwise you would never have the courage?

How sad.

Besides, all these questions have only one answer, and that answer is itself a question.

I love you, can you love me?

Wei Liao has never tasted the taste of poverty in his life, but with Fu Xiru, he is completely destitute, if he can't get the love of the other party, he has nothing.

Fu Xiru is not ignorant of this.Since you already know that I love you, why can't you know everything and stop asking such questions?Not only do you have the answer, you have the scepter, and in your hand is my life.

"I'm an adult, of course I can drink."

In the end, I can only mess around.

Fu Xiru smiled softly, as if distracted: "Well, even when you were not an adult, you didn't drink less."

He is not an obedient child, and alcohol is not allowed at home, even if it is banned, young people always have infinite enthusiasm to find loopholes and taste the forbidden fruit.Wei Liao felt that he seemed to be mocking him, and frowned, dissatisfied, but irrefutable, so he reluctantly shut up.

The first time he drank alcohol was at the dinner of the two families. After he got drunk, he beat the ignorant Fu Xiru to the wall, so he did not become addicted to alcohol. Even after that, he refused to touch his lips in front of Fu Xiru. congratulations.

In fact, 19 years of life is not very long, and there are no stories to tell. Even if you have a crush on a person, what you talk about over and over again is just his lips in that year, a gust of wind in a dream, what it should be like Both, but after all, it is newly brewed wine, and the flavor is still not strong enough. Apart from the sour taste, it is green and astringent after a sip.

But to be sentimental is to be sentimental.

It is precisely because Wei Liao was the one who fell in love first that he was at a disadvantage, as if standing on the thin ice in early spring, he only felt that if he was not careful, his bones would be gone. Although the truth is not so terrible, he is still cautious , but did not dare to go one step further.

Fu Xiru is not the kind of person you can catch up with if you blindly stick to it. The more you occupy a place in his heart, the harder it is to go further, because what you want to achieve is completely different from his expectations.Wei Liao failed thousands of times on him, and the detailed count is nothing more than the most important look in his eyes and a few words.

It's not that Wei Liao pays special attention to image and doesn't want to give up face for love, but that he doesn't have this kind of opportunity at all, love just shows up, but he is held down and never sees the light of day again.Half bright and half dark, flickering.

This is not humble at all, but it will cause internal injuries, and there will be no courage to do it again.

Wei Liao always pestered him for a period of time, and then avoided him for a period of time, over and over again, concreting all his mental activities.He believed that Fu Xiru understood, and the other party was very considerate and never asked.For a moment Wei Liao thought it was very considerate, avoiding the humiliation and denial of himself, but at the other moment he felt really hateful, as if he was a light and fluffy balloon, flying wherever he wanted.

He covered his face with the pillow, and said in a muffled voice, "You don't care about me, why do you care about me!"

He seldom loses his temper, but this sentence made the thoughtful Fu Xiru laugh, but he didn't notice.

Last night was not an unexpected incident, but it gave Fu Xiru an opportunity to re-examine the possibility of himself and Wei Liao.He doesn't have any moral obsessions in this area, although he watched the child grow up, he just feels that he is too unreliable, and he may not really know how to love someone in the way Wei Liao wants.

This has nothing to do with the family, it's just that he is naturally cold, unless he is forced to avoid it, he will not consider such a deep connection.

He knew Wei Liao's feelings for him, but he didn't know whether he should respond or how to start.Wei Liao was awkward, but also extremely cute and cute. Instead, he sensed a long-lost feeling of relaxation and joy from Wei Liao, and couldn't help teasing him: "Call me, brother?"

Wei Liao looked at him with one eye peeking out from under the pillow, as if he couldn't quite believe the request.

Fu Xiru didn't back down: "You used to call me brother, why didn't you call me brother?"

Wei Liao really didn't know how to answer, and he was forced to say "brother" as if it was impossible. He was no longer the kid who was easy to deceive, so he immediately got up with a clatter, put on his clothes and fled.

When he really realizes his intentions, it would be unwise to pretend to be a child to gain attention and fix his position on the ignorant junior. When Wei Liao started to abandon the title of brother, he was not very sensible. , Fu Xiru didn't ask at the time, but now he is pursuing it, why is he pursuing it like this?

Wei Liao didn't dare to think about what he meant, what he wanted, and kept hypnotizing himself that nothing had happened, but resisted the cold, dressed and washed.When he got up, Fu Xiru didn't have to keep him warm, and got up to prepare breakfast, and took out a thick blanket to wrap around Wei Liao's body.

He lives alone, and he still knows how to make a similar breakfast. The taste is not very particular, but it is not bad.Wrapped in a blanket, Wei Liao looked at him, with complicated emotions and fever in his ears. When he thought about spending another day with Fu Xiru staring at him, he became obedient and vowed that he would never talk back again, lest he would continue to be teased. The heart can't stand it.

"Do you know..." It turned out that Fu Xiru spoke first.

Wei Liao suddenly raised his head, saw that he had boiled hot water first, poured it into a cup and brought it to him, he stretched out his hand to catch it in a daze, looked up at Fu Xiru half bent down, and stretched out his hand to touch his cheek unnecessarily. After a while, he squeezed his ears again, warmed his face with both hands, and asked meaningfully at the same time: "What did you do last night?"

"..." Wei Liao really felt a sense of crisis this time, he didn't even dare to think about it, trembling, he asked angrily, "What did I do?"

Did he finally put Fu Xiru to sleep?Why doesn't he remember at all?

Fu Xiru was satisfied with his dazed look as if he was frightened, but he still wanted to answer his question, using another expression full of doubts: "I think it's time to reconsider."

Consider what?

Wei Liao thought he didn't understand, but his expression had already raised a question, so Fu Xiru's answer came quickly: "Consider our question."

"Why now?" Wei Liao could only let his conditioned reflexes cope with this unexpected situation: "Why didn't you think there was any problem with us before? We are not fair anyway, even if there is a problem, you Turn a blind eye...you can pretend that you don't have it, what made you suddenly bring it up and want to solve it?"

He felt that something happened last night, but he really didn't know what it was. Now that Fu Xiru suddenly changed his attitude, he only felt that the war was in chaos, but he didn't feel the ecstasy of earth-shaking.Rather than how, I want to know why.

Fu Xiru seemed to sigh, then sat down beside him, and held his hand: "I never knew if I could give you what you want, because you know me, and I never know Know if I love you enough. I can take care of you, teach you, and accompany you, but I may not be able to have your impulsiveness and enthusiasm. I know you will say that you don't care, but I do."

Wei Liao opened his mouth and closed it again.He was impatient, and he really wanted to say how did you know that I would care about these things.

He knew that what Fu Xiru said was very reasonable, but he still had the courage to jump on this person. What surprised him was Fu Xiru's stubbornness.

In fact, even in terms of probability, a person may meet a so-called soul mate or true love more than once in his life.Everyone is staggering forward, supporting each other with others, fate comes and goes, karma meets, experience is the most important.

Fu Xiru didn't have the need to be serious about it, and felt that others should treat it with caution, or reciprocate with exactly the same true feelings.

He doesn't love Wei Liao, so why should he restrain himself for him?

Wei Liao, a young and immature person, doesn't understand, he just thinks it's even more unfair.

"The reason why I care..." It seems that Fu Xiru sorted out these thoughts for the first time, and said slowly but seriously: "It's because you already occupy a considerable amount of weight in my life, and I don't want you to be subject to any It hurts, but I never understood that this could be the beginning of it all."

Wei Liao is different, he is a happy and beautiful, a little wayward but very cute kid, he will always be.

So is this a proof of concept?Fu Xiru never noticed it.The difference from Wei Liao is that he is used to having this person in his life, and knows that he will always take care of him, love him, and will agree to everything except that he cannot do things that hurt him within his own logic.

But he naturally lacks the concept of love. The only way he feels the weight and heat of this word is from Wei Liao, who is completely different from himself, so naturally he cannot obtain a concept that can be refined and used in general.

Wei Liao squeezed his lips tightly, his eyes were deep black, staring at him closely: "Yes."

In fact, this is not what he wanted to say, but he didn't have the courage and brain capacity to ask it yet.

"Last night..." Fu Xiru paused for a while: "I know I love you, but..."

There was no more, Wei Liao rushed forward, like a light bird landed in his arms, wrapped his arms around his neck, and began to cry.

It seems that all the journeys have a destination.

Fu Xiru hugged him cooperatively, feeling a heavy weight, as if at this moment, everything was right, they were not only a complete control group, but also a natural pair, apart from each other, no one could awaken love.

——end

postscript:

That's all.Thousands of words can be summed into one sentence: the ability is not high, the level is limited, thank you for your support, but at the same time I feel very ashamed.This article is also a significant milestone for me. It basically conforms to my idea before I started the article. As for whether it meets everyone’s expectations, I don’t know anything about it, but I am really grateful to everyone.

The problem of the two protagonists is a very personal experience, including their emotional patterns, personal needs, and what they want to find in love. They are all very individual, not universal, and there is no one other than this person Humans can understand and give answers.

People are dust, love is like stars, this is the meaning of the title of this episode.And the story is a way for them to come to each other. Now that we have come to the end, I can only say goodbye to them.I also say goodbye to all readers who are destined to come here.

The new article will open on the [-]st of next month.