【Umbrella Repair】If~Animal

Ye Xiu threw himself on the bed, the red-haired fox looked at the exquisite wallpaper on the ceiling, and then turned to look at Su Muqiu who was packing the towels.

The car accident at that time still makes him terrified, and occasionally in the dead of night, he would think, if there hadn't been an accident, would he and Su Muqiu have gone further?Will there be a completely different future?

But there are no ifs in life, there are only consequences and results.

"Who would have thought so much would happen in ten years."

Ye Xiu turned over and rolled himself into the blanket.

"It is because of this uncertainty that everything is interesting."

Su Muqiu turned off the light, pulled back the quilt and gave the young master a goodnight kiss.

Ye Xiu grabbed his shoulders, the tip of his nose was close to the tip of his nose, his breathing was entangled, like that intertwined red thread.

"Yeah, so we still have a lot to go."

"Will do."

Su Muqiu kissed Ye Xiu's forehead in the dark.

The road of life is very long.

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Su Muqiu had a long dream.

Dreaming that he failed to survive the car accident, and then he saw himself lying under the white sheet, the bed in the morgue was cold and icy, and then the door was opened, and his young master stood there, pale like A plaster statue.

He just floated like this, unable to move or speak, and could only be forced to watch 17-year-old Ye Xiu handle the death certificate for him alone, and then came to the funeral home alone.

He watched Ye Xiu stuff Qiu Musu's card into his hand, and the young man bent down deeply, like a broken wing.

Ye Xiu just hugged his urn until Wu Xuefeng appeared.

Su Muqiu seldom saw the young master's tears. From the heart-piercing cries, Su Muqiu suddenly realized that he was dead.

Together with Qiu Musu's account card, they were burned to a pile of pale ashes.

From then on, there was no Su Muqiu in Ye Xiu's life.

Fear clenched his heart tightly, and wet and cold spread all over his body.

He desperately wants to wake up from the nightmare, but the picture is still moving fast.

He saw that even without himself, Ye Xiu still led Excellent Era to win three championships in a row; he saw that Mu Orange took over Mu Yu Cheng Feng's account card and started his career in his place; He also saw the intensified differences between Tao Xuan and Ye Xiu, and his young master finally left Excellent Era and started again with Lord Grim's account card.

In this way, he slowly gathered a brand-new team from being alone, and then overcame obstacles all the way to the finals.

But there was no Su Muqiu anywhere, except for a pot of unbudding jasmine in front of the Tomb Sweeping Day tombstone, and in One Autumn Leaf's friends column, Qiu Musu's name was never lit up.

He could only watch helplessly as the young master and his sister walked far away, and the intersection where he was left behind would never be able to cross the short zebra crossing.

Su Muqiu woke up suddenly, the temperature of the central air conditioner was comfortable and pleasant, but he was drenched in cold sweat.

He saw the ceiling of the hotel, and after a long time, he fumbled to grab the phone. In June 20XX, the date was the match day of the tenth season finals.

And his young master was sleeping peacefully on another bed.

The heart clenched by fear slowly warmed up, Su Muqiu sat up, feeling his fingertips trembling.

For a moment, he couldn't tell which was reality and which was illusion. Maybe he really failed to pass that intersection, and everything in front of him was just a ethereal soap bubble.

"...Mu Qiu? What's wrong with you?"

Ye Xiu woke up suddenly, as if he knew that someone needed him.

"Have a nightmare?"

Su Muqiu's face was as pale as paper, bangs soaked in cold sweat were stuck to his forehead embarrassingly, his drooping eyelashes trembled slightly, and there was a trace of trance in his expression.

"...Ye Xiu?"

Ye Xiu's heart skipped a beat, he didn't know what happened, he only knew that this person needed him very, very much now.

The man jumped over the quilt and bed on hands and feet, and thrust himself into his arms.

"Is it better?"

The person in his arms was warm and real, and the deep suffocation suddenly disappeared, and Su Muqiu felt that he had returned to this world.

The arms tightened suddenly, so tight that Ye Xiu felt for a moment that his ribs were going to be strangled.

The moonlight streamed down the silver frost, and the city of S was brightly lit even at night. Su Muqiu hugged him tightly, like a lost and found treasure.

Everything in the nightmare is vivid in my mind. The once cunning and happy young master became braver and stronger. He supported those long ten years alone. Forward.

He was proud, but also felt deep fear, not because of the cold iron bed in the morgue. Compared with death, he was more afraid of not being able to continue to accompany them.

I am not afraid of death, what I am afraid of is that from now on, I will never participate in your life.

"Mu Qiu? What's wrong? Can you tell me?"

Ye Xiu patted him on the back. Su Muqiu's breathing was still not steady. Ye Xiu had never seen him like this. Even when he brushed shoulders with death back then, he was covered in plaster and wrapped like a mummy. Smile energetically.

Su Muqiu leaned on his shoulder. After a long time, the man shook his head. He kissed Ye Xiu's lips and smiled slowly.

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

Even if such a possibility really exists in this ever-changing universe, at least for now, his heart is still beating, and Qiu Musu is also armed to the teeth with his carefully designed silver weapon. Just tonight, they will usher in The finals of the tenth season of the Glory League.

At least at this moment, Ye Xiu's ten years, Mucheng's ten years, he was not absent.

Not in the future.

"It's too embarrassing to be scared like this after having a nightmare, so don't ask."

Su Muqiu smiled, the arctic fox flicked its tail, and licked the tip of the red-haired fox's ears.

"Really?"

The red-haired fox didn't quite believe it, but Su Muqiu's eyes were very calm. Ye Xiu stared at it carefully for a while, but finally found no flaws.

"Okay, why are you having nightmares?"

"Maybe it's a little stressful?"

Su Muqiu winked at him, trying to get away with her beauty.

The red fox wrinkled its nose suspiciously, then let go, and pounced on the beautiful white fox to scratch his ears.

"Don't lie to me next time."

Su Muqiu asked the young master to lie down on his back. He didn't think it was too heavy at all, so he adjusted his posture so that Ye Xiu could lie down more comfortably.

Ye Xiu heard Su Muqiu's heartbeat, and it was beating steadily and powerfully in the silent room. He turned around to find Su Muqiu's lips, and pressed them slowly.

"Are you still sleeping?"

"It's almost five o'clock. You can sleep more for the game in the evening."

"Forget it, if I'm the only one lying in bed at a time like this, Fang Rui will rush in and set fire to it."

Ye Xiu said, got up and rummaged in the suitcase for a while, and finally took out a small bottle and shook it at Su Muqiu.

"Give your hands a massage."

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TBC.

Ps. This timeline is really HE.

But I still can't help but want to make up the original timeline..._(:з」∠)_

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The high-end hotel booked by the proprietress was quiet and comfortable. Ye Xiu still opened his eyes without warning in the middle of the night. He stared at the ceiling for a while, then turned his head to see Wei Chen who slept on the other bed until the sky was dark. It is particularly eye-catching.

Ye Xiu frowned, as if he had been touched by a slender reed, a subtle bubble appeared in his heart.

It was the eve of the finals. It stands to reason that a big devil like him who has experienced many battles has no psychological problems at all. Ye Xiu sat on the bed for a while and decided to give himself a cigarette.

The man stepped on the thick carpet with bare feet. The city S outside the bay window was brightly lit even in the middle of the night. Ye Xiu didn't turn on the light. He sat leaning by the window sill, the orange cigarette butt flickering on and off.

Ten years is a long time.

Ten years is very short.

"Lao Ye, what are you doing if you don't sleep in the middle of the night?"

Wei Chen got up in a daze to release the water, startling the red-haired fox squatting on the bay window.

"Smoking, would you like one?"

Ye Xiu raised the cigarette case in his hand, and the weasel immediately rolled out of bed.

Chen Guoding's room is on the top floor of a skyscraper, and when he looks around, he has a panoramic view.

Wei Chen finished his cigarette in silence, then said suddenly while watching the lights go off outside the window.

"It's worth the trip for me."

"Is it worth it? Good luck."

"You are a full man who doesn't know how hungry a hungry man is."

"Okay, I won't hold you to death later."

"I really have no regrets if I can hold on to death."

Ye Xiu smiled and flicked the cigarette ash.

"Hurry up and go to sleep, don't drop the chain for me at this time."

"This old man can fight for another ten years!"

The chubby weasel howled, but obediently crawled back to bed to sleep.

Ye Xiu sat in the night and exhaled the last puff of smoke. Suddenly he smiled. No one knew what the man was thinking at this moment.

He stretched himself, stood up and stubbed out his cigarette.

The orange dots of light disappeared by the window.

Ten years is a long time.

Ten years is very short.