Rebirth of Yanlun Scenery

Like iron, he walked slowly into the dangerous area, the flames of war kept ringing in his ears, Yan Lun looked at the nearby bushes, turned his watch, turned himself over and hid himself behind the tree trunk, ready to wait for the rabbit.

According to the characteristics of the sniper guns and guns, and Bra's vigilance, he will probably change his position and replace the ammunition soon to ensure safety.

Sure enough, under the suppression of the opponent's firepower, the supply of ammunition on Brah's side has begun to run short, and gradually began to slow down.

I don't know how long it took, maybe 1 minute, maybe 3 minutes, maybe longer, until the gunpowder stopped again,

An undetectable sound of footsteps sounded, Yan Lun knew that the opportunity had come, and Bra began to change places.

With the sound of the other party's footsteps approaching, suddenly, Yan Lun, who was leaning against the big tree and seemed to be integrated with the big tree, moved, turned around and took a step, and the gun in his hand rang out, "Bang Bang bang!" There were three shots, and then, a terrified man fell to the ground, and Bra, who was following him, fled into the jungle like a ghost and disappeared soon.

"Damn, what a cunning fox."

Dali, who was hiding among the tree branches, gritted his teeth and said something.

Just when Yan Lun was about to chase him away

"Da da da!" Suddenly, there was a burst of intensive automatic assault sounds in the deep forest. When he turned his head and looked around, he found many people rushing over from the depths of the dense forest. It seemed that the mercenaries for Bra's reinforcements had arrived.

Feeling the approaching bullets coming like rockets, Yan Lun resolutely gave up chasing, changed his route and ran down the mountain all the way avoiding the bullets.

"Strongly, withdraw!"

Qili, who had just landed on the ground, got the news and fled down the mountain quickly. From time to time, he and Yanlun shot alternately in S-lines, trying to divert the direction of the bullets like a sieve, but the bullets all over the sky seemed to be raging with anger. The lion is merciless, and seems to be razing everything in front of him to the ground.

"No, hurry up."

Rows of machine guns went into battle one after another, and the bullets scraped their heads and flew away. The scorching heat was suffocating. As the gunfire became more intense, Yan Lun suddenly let out a muffled snort, and stopped beside the big tree that was [-] meters away from Dali , with a pale face clutching his chest, the gushing blood soaked his whole body mixed with muddy water, constantly washing his body.

Hearing the approaching gunshots, he tried to take a step but couldn't hold back his strength as if he was lifting lead. He looked painful, gritted his teeth, and said to Dali in the headset in a very calm tone:

"Diligently, walk separately on one side to disperse their firepower. You retreat first, and I will cover for you."

"No, let's go together."

The headset roared vigorously, and the hot tears in the red eye sockets fell into the soil along the rain, and the stubbornness in the sentence seemed to be rooted and sprouted.

"Dali, obey the order. Withdraw!"

As soon as the words fell, Yan Lun rushed forward, using his own bullets to set up a barrier, trying to do his best to buy time for his partner.

"Get out!"

Vigorously stopped the machine gun firing, staring at Yan Lun's direction,

It's just this one look, and he didn't say a word.

Then he rushed to the left, Yan Lun looked at the back of Dali disappearing in front of his eyes, and there was a rare gratification in his eyes.

The race against time finally stopped when the bullets in the machine gun were exhausted. Yan Lun leaned against the big tree exhausted, took out a photo from his coat pocket and held it tightly in his hand, expressing it with love Confident eyes caressed the face of the person in the photo.

The rain mixed with the hot tears flowing from his eyes slowly blurred his vision. When he was about to lose consciousness, he suddenly saw a pair of slender hands appearing in his sight. He bent down and picked up the photo in his hands.

☆, lover...

When he woke up again, he was already lying on a wooden bed, the wound on his chest had already been bandaged, and even the military uniform was neatly placed at the end of the bed.

Yan Lun looked around, clutched his chest and gritted his teeth and sat up. The creaking sound of the wooden bed seemed to startle the people sitting outside, only to hear a rusty smoke coming from the partition wall:

"You'd better not move, just because I can save you once doesn't mean I will save you a second time."

The Chinese spoken in his ears made Yan Lun subconsciously glance outside the door. The man turned his back to him, and the slender figure reflected on the floor under the dim light had a sense of mystery, which made Yan Lun's eyes flash. A trace of doubt:

"Where is this?"

The people in the living room paused for a moment when they heard the words, and then a "puff" sound from a lighter rang through the entire small space. Wisps of tobacco smell hovered in the air along their fingertips and spread little by little, filling every corner, and the scarlet fire was extinguished After a long time, he answered casually:

"This is the slum in Heimuzhai near the border of Burma. There is water and food on the table, and there is a first-aid kit under the bed. If you need it, you can solve it yourself."

As soon as the words fell, the footsteps in the living room disappeared with the loud bang of the door.

Yan Lun sat up with his hands on his chest, and after confirming that the person had gone far away, he shifted his gaze to the table beside him. After finishing the food and changing his medicine, he began to look at the room with only a dozen square meters. ,

The entire large and small rooms are fairly tidy. There is only a wooden bed and a wardrobe in the room. There are cracks all over the yellowed walls. A few simple changes of clothes are exposed in the simple and dilapidated wardrobe. The house is airtight during the rainy season. The room exudes a unique musty smell, which makes people feel like a guest room that has been vacant for a long time, without a trace of human touch.

There is no extra lamp in the dark bedroom, only the faint yellow light penetrating through the gap between the opposite doors can maintain the brightness in the room. It has a layer of gold leaf color, with a hint of mystery.

Yan Lun sat by the window, looked at the opposite door by the light, stared at the family laughing and laughing, and was lost in thought.

After an unknown amount of time, Xu Shi couldn't bear the exhaustion of his body, and Yan Lun fell into a deep sleep again.

When he woke up again, the white sky outside was already pitch black, the lights in the living room were turned on at some point, and the smell of curry spread throughout the living room, it seemed that it was time for dinner.

Yan Lun sat up and walked slowly to the door,

Xu Shi heard the footsteps coming from the room, the figure with his back to Yan Lun stopped the food he was eating, and said in a cold and hoarse voice with a hint of friendliness:

"Are you awake? You just had a fever. I've prepared antipyretics for you and put them on the table."

Yan Lun glanced at the pills on the table, felt warm in his heart, turned his head to look at the unclear side face under the light, for some reason he felt that the person in front of him was very familiar for a moment, like a friend he had known for a long time, especially comfort:

"Thank you for saving me."

The person who was eating shook his head, put down the tableware, wiped his mouth, and smiled slightly in his hoarse voice:

"It's easy to do. To be honest, I don't know why I saved you. If I really want to say it, Huaguo's "destiny" may be able to describe the two of us."

"Aren't you Chinese? I think your Chinese is very standard."

Yan Lun strolled to the nearby sofa and sat down. He raised his eyes, and only then did he see clearly the face of the man sitting next to him.

The man is about 27 or [-] years old. He has short hair, a square face with thick eyebrows, a high nose bridge, and a touch of British style. There is a faint smile on the corner of his lips, and his whole face is full of affinity under the light. The facial features that are standard to a certain extent are attractive but not outstanding. If they get together in a crowd, it may be really difficult to recognize them.

"Sorry, I may have disappointed you, I'm European."

The man helplessly spread his hands and laughed, stood up and went to the kitchen, took out a plate of freshly made curry rice from the kitchen and handed it to Yan Lun, saying:

"The most acceptable to me locally is curry rice. I hope you don't mind."

"No, it's already very good. Thank you." Yan Lun took the man's curry rice and smelled it and praised without hesitation: "It's very fragrant, I'm honored to be able to taste the delicious food with you."

The hot rice and the rich curry flavor filled Yan Lun's mouth, making him feel a little bit unstoppable. I have to say that the man's cooking skills are very good. It didn't take long for him to sweep away the full plate of curry rice And Kong, after eating, still seemed to have something to say.

"It's delicious! Thank you for your reception. I haven't asked your name for so long, what should I call you?"

"Arthur"

"Hi, my name is Nianjing."

A pair of slender hands appeared in front of Arthur's eyes, with a hint of mint fragrance, which made him stunned. He raised his eyes and held those hands in return, as if inadvertently asked:

"You like mint?"

Unexpectedly, he would ask this question, Yan Lun was taken aback for a moment, remembering something, with a hint of doting in his eyes, he nodded slightly and said:

"Yes, my wife likes it."

"You mean this man?"

Yan Lun looked up when he heard the sound, and saw Arthur took out a thin piece of paper from the interlayer of his pocket and put it on the table. Under the dim yellow light, he shone like a luminous body, attracting Yan Lun's attention. look.

"Yes." Yan Lun took the photo on the table and gently stroked it, his eyes sparkling.

Arthur looked at the inadvertent gentleness in Yan Lun's eyes, with a trace of undetectable surprise in his eyes, the corner of his mouth raised slightly unconsciously and said with a smile:

"Don't lose such a precious photo. Looking at you, I think he must be a happy man?"

Yan Lun shook his head with a smile when he heard the words, "No, it should be said that being loved by him is a very happy thing." There was a hint of firmness in his voice, and he retorted unquestionably.

For this answer, Arthur pursed his lips and smiled: "So are you living happily now?"

After Yan Lun heard it, he pursed his lips and smiled lightly, with a trace of bitterness in his smile,

"......."

Are you happy?If he is still around, it must be happy, right?

But where is he?

Recalling Zong Zong in the past, Yan Lun fell into silence. The wordless silence made Arthur, who was sitting across from him, realize that his problem was not so easy. He apologized:

"Sorry, I was so rude."

The sound of apology coming from the ear brought Yan Lun, who had been deeply trapped in memory, back to reality.

"No, no need to apologize." I was the one who was wrong.

Yan Lun shook his head and looked at Arthur. Just when his two eyes met, he was stopped in place by the meeting of Arthur's eyes. Those clear and bright eyes seemed to be pregnant with infinite attraction, which kept him immersed for a long time. Unable to extricate themselves in that deep ocean.

So familiar.

The trembling in the depths of the soul was like the subconscious reaction of the body, and the heartbeat that could not help speeding up the frequency brought a strange sense of familiarity, making his eyes deeper and deeper when he looked at the face under the dim light. thicker and thicker.

With such complicated and deep eyes, the two silently looked at each other, causing the originally flowing air to become tense and condensed to the extreme. The entire room was silent, only the sound of each other's accelerated heartbeats, one after another, constantly filled their ears.

bang... bang bang...

In the midst of the flashes of light, the lights in the living room suddenly dimmed, and the surroundings were completely dark. The light veil of night unknowingly covered everything near and far, making it impossible for people to see the most real veil in hiding.

In the darkness, Arthur came back to his senses with a flash of his eyes, dodging the eyes that were only a breath away from him at some point, opened the distance between the two, touched his nose, and said with an awkward smile:

"This place will have a power outage as long as the supply is insufficient. This is commonplace. I think it's getting late, so let's go to bed early."

After hearing this, Yan Lun withdrew his eyes, hid the ups and downs in his heart, looked at Arthur who was lying on the sofa and kept silent, hesitated, swallowed the question that was about to blurt out in his mouth, nodded and said: Goodnight and returned to bed.

Lying on the bed, Yan Lun stroked his chest lightly with his hands, looking at the direction separated from him by the wall for a long time, unable to calm down, constantly thinking about the feeling before.

It seems... Really it seems...

From the figure with his back turned just now to the moment when the electricity was out, he greeted him indifferently and familiarly, as if they were once very good friends.What surprised Yan Lun the most was that that kind of temperament, that kind of verve, made him so familiar, as if it had been integrated into the depths of his soul.

San'er, he silently said his name, the man named Arthur was similar to San'er in his heart for an instant.

In the middle of the night, everything is silent, only the leaves gently rubbing against each other like silk, and the moonlight with a breeze caresses the black reflection walking on the street until he disappears into the night without a trace.

In the door of a small wooden house,

"It seems that this pair of underwear is very suitable for you."

Lai Lai was wearing a nightgown, with his legs hooked, looking lazily at Jing Xu who was sitting on the sofa across the way, he pursed his lips and said with a smile.

Jing Xu touched the mask attached to his face, bent his mouth, and said with a hint of a smile in his tone:

"I have to say that I am very satisfied with my current state. Maybe you should call me Mr. Arthur."

"Arthur. It's really a mysterious name. Well, I think I can accept it." Lao Lai frowned and smiled, seeing Jing Xu's unscathed appearance, with a gleam of admiration in his eyes:

"It seems that I underestimated your strength too much. I didn't expect you to come back alive."

When Jing Xu heard the obviously relaxed sigh behind him, his heart warmed up, and he replied with a smile:

"Yeah, I didn't expect that I would be able to come back alive."

He squinted his eyes, looking back at the scene of the escape route he subconsciously sketched out in the woods in an emergency situation, and the scene of escaping out, until now he still finds it a little unbelievable.

"It's a pity that Bulla really had a long life and escaped unharmed."

Lao Lai shook his head regretfully, stretched out his hand to light a cigarette, took a deep puff, squinted his eyes, and sighed with a hint of darkness in his deep eyes:

"It seems that this action also caused him a lot of losses. There is no news about him recently. It has to wait for a while, how about you? I heard that you are going to Europe recently?"

Hearing this, Jing Xu leaned on the back of the sofa, half raised his eyes and looked at Lao Lai. He didn't know what to think, and after a while he pursed his lips and said:

"This matter has to wait. I want you to check someone for me."

"Who?" Lao Lai extinguished half of the cigarette in his hand and asked suspiciously.

He handed the photo on the phone to Lao Lai, and Lao Lai looked at the person in the photo. For some reason, he felt very familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere.

"Have you got any news from him?"

"No, I only know that he is a special soldier from China."

"Special forces? Huaguo?" Lao Lai's heart tightened when he heard that, and when he looked at the photo again, he showed a complicated face, and asked tentatively after a pause:

"Why are you interested in Hua Guo's special forces?"

"What? Is there a problem?" Jing Xu raised his eyebrows and asked.

"No, it's not, I'm just a little curious. I saw that you didn't mention Huaguo before, but now you are interested? It's really strange. Why? Is there something wrong with this person?"

Looking at Jing Xu's probing gaze like an eagle, Lao Lai unconsciously felt a little guilty, avoided Jing Xu's eyes and said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Jing Xu looked out the window with deep eyes, and paused for a long time before replying, "It's just strange."

It's strange why a person who swears that he is his lover has no memory of him at all.

And who is this person?

What exactly is that familiar feeling?

From the first throbbing when I saw this person until now, I still can’t speak, it’s like the memory in the depths of my soul is separated by a layer of film, that is, vague and strange, and my brain is constantly filtering the things that make him Familiar and unfamiliar eyes, but still can't find similar clues from memory, as if the whole head seems to be subconsciously rejecting it.

Why does he always feel that he seems to have forgotten something...

The thing that is very important to me...

☆, long time no see....

"You're back?"

The familiar words gave Jing Xu a pause when he opened the door. Looking at the tall figure who was busy in the kitchen, he had the urge not to destroy this beautiful scene, so he froze in place.

Seeing that Jing Xu didn't answer him, Xu Shi slowly turned his head with his back to his figure, and looked at him suspiciously, with a trace of obvious concern in his eyes:

"Aren't you coming in? Sorry, I used your kitchen without authorization. I hope you don't mind. Did you have breakfast? Together?"

Yan Lun took out two breakfasts with a strong smell of fried eggs from the kitchen and smiled kindly at Jing Xu.

"Okay, that would be the best."

After regaining his senses, Jing Xu clenched his fists and coughed, finally moved his steps and walked towards the table.

The sound of the bowls and chopsticks on the dining table was extremely loud in the quiet space. Jing Xu tasted the breakfast with his own characteristics, looked at Yan Lun who was sitting opposite and said nothing, a trace of complexity flashed in his eyes, and he put down the knife in his hand Fork, wiped his mouth, said with a smile:

"Thank you for the breakfast, it was delicious."

Yan Lun was taken aback when he heard it, and the corner of his mouth curved up unconsciously.

"Really? I thought you would be a little uncomfortable."

"How come, I like it very much. Compared with the original spicy taste, I prefer to make this breakfast with a light taste. I have to say that the breakfast you made is very suitable for my taste. This makes me very satisfied."

Jing Xu shrugged his shoulders, took a sip of the orange juice that had been prepared by the table, smiled, expressed his views without hesitation, and expressed his love for him with his own words.

Yan Lun's eyes darkened when he heard the words, and he looked at the man sitting across from him meaningfully. After a while, he sighed and replied softly:

"You're the second person to say that."

"Oh? It turns out that there are people who have the same preferences as me. It's really rare."

Jing Xu paused, avoiding Yan Lun's deep eyes, got up, picked up the dishes and walked to the sink.

Looking at the figure walking away with his back turned, Yan Lun's eyes were affectionate and gentle. He didn't know what he thought of, and the corner of his mouth showed a hint of love inadvertently:

"Yes, that person is my lover."

Jing Xu, who was standing by the sink, was taken aback for a moment, and his heart shrank unconsciously, as uncomfortable as if he had been punched by someone. After calming down the inexplicable emotions, he said with a smile:

"I think if we have the opportunity to meet each other, maybe your lover and I can become friends, right? People with so many similarities must get along well."

Yan Lun withdrew his eyes, looked at the sunlight coming in through the window, thought for a while, and smiled lightly.

"Yes. I think so too. If you meet him, you will like him."

"Give."

A hoarse voice came from next to his ear, and Yan Lun's eyes fell from the window to the water glass. He stared at the hand holding the water glass for a moment, and after a while, he took the water glass in front of him and said thank you.

Jing Xu was sitting on the sofa, with his head half-tilted, and through the sunlight coming in from the window, he saw clearly the face of the man sitting next to him. It must be said that he was a very attractive man. .

A wheat-colored smooth face with well-defined outlines.There are sharp black eyes under the straight and straight eyebrows flying obliquely, revealing a touch of domineering, and the black and vertical flat-cut hair has the mature charm of an army man, just like an eagle in the dark night, cold and lonely but domineering people.

Withdrawing his eyes, Jing Xu lit a cigarette on the table, put it to his mouth and took a puff lightly, hooked his feet, looked up at Yan Lun and asked:

"Either?"

Yan Lun took the cigarette he handed over, and held it in his hand for a long time without saying a word. He didn't pick it up until wisps of blue smoke rushed into his eye sockets and made him feel sore, and took a deep breath.

The smoke curled up and hovered in the sky like a rose in full bloom.The man's face flickered in and out of the smoke, blurring his vision, as if a barrier was placed in front of his eyes.

"I thought you couldn't smoke."

"Yeah, I thought I wouldn't. But then I gradually got to know the feeling, and occasionally I want to smoke one."

Yan Lun held the cigarette between his fingers and watched it slowly burning in front of him, and replied.

"Feeling? Your description is really strange."

Jing Xu raised his eyebrows when he heard Yan Lun's answer, and said.

"Yeah, from the moment a cigarette is lit to the end, it's just a few minutes. I really want to know what kind of feeling it is that can make people so obsessed."

"What was that like?"

Jing Xu extinguished the cigarette butt, leaned over to look at the cigarette hook caught in Yan Lun's fingertips and asked suspiciously.

Yan Lun raised his eyes to look at the eyes that were close at hand, and felt the heart rate of the heart beating in an instant. This kind of deep feeling in the soul made him fall into silence again.

Those eyes, the smile at this moment, the inexplicable sense of familiarity surged into Yan Lun's heart again like an overwhelming sea, why can he see San'er's shadow in every movement and every step of his?

Why?Why did this feeling come so strongly, he kept asking himself.

He thought it was just an illusion more than once, but he couldn't lie to the emotions that kept flooding in his heart, just like at this moment, when he saw this person looking at him so gently, with such a peaceful smile, it was like... It's like the countless mornings when he and San'er woke up, San'er always looked at himself quietly while drinking milk.

"It seems, it really seems..." He raised his hand and couldn't help touching the face that was close at hand,

Bang bang... bang bang... The heart beat violently like a pacemaker transmitting power.

Yan Lun's slender fingers caressed the unfamiliar face, trembling uncontrollably, like holding a treasure that melts in the hand.

Suddenly, he hugged Jing Xu fiercely:

"Just one, just one."

How could this person look like San'er so much?

Some uncontrollable bodies trembled uncontrollably, like a kite with a broken string, filled with helplessness and sadness.

Jing Xu, who was stunned by the sudden embrace, felt like a net was formed in his thoughts in an instant. The net became tighter and tighter, reaching his heart, and bursts of severe pain continued to spread from the deepest part of his soul, making him Almost out of breath.

this person?

What made this person who gritted his teeth and kept silent even without anesthesia show such a vulnerable side?

is it him?is it him?

Why does his heart hurt so much, but he can't remember, who is he?

Who is he?

"San'er, San'er..." With his head deeply buried in Jing Xu's neck, Yan Lun called out the name of the person in his heart one after another, his San'er, San'er.

Jing Xu's body instantly stiffened following Yan Lun's call.From the first time Yan Lun called, that calling sound played in his head like pressing the repeat button,

His face changed, as if there was an invisible pressure constantly flooding his mind. From the very beginning, his whole brain seemed to be tearing apart for some reason. His eyes widened in aphasia, his brain The swaying memory images seemed to burst out out of nowhere, and the inexplicable panic in his heart made him at a loss.

He tried his best to suppress the overflowing emotions in his heart, slowly stretched out his hand, and pushed away the person holding him,

"Is your lover and I really alike?"

This hoarse voice shocked Yan Lun, and he suddenly returned to reality. The light that was shining in his eyes disappeared in a flash, leaving only a layer of gloom, with a trace of despondency. Jing Xu felt a pain in his heart,

"Sorry, I was rude just now."

The invisible sense of loss made Yan Lun's heart slowly quiet down. He rubbed his cheeks to calm himself down, stood up and walked to the room.

Jing Xu looked at the figure slowly disappearing in front of his eyes, the words lingered on the tip of his tongue a few times, and finally swallowed them back.His trembling hands unconsciously made him seem to have lost all his strength, and he sat down on the sofa. He skillfully took out a few pills from the interlayer under the table, and swallowed them in a panic.

Not long after sitting down, Yan Lun's sexy and hoarse voice came from the room:

"It's a love that one cannot express."

"Huh?" Jing Xu couldn't react.

"It took just a few minutes from lighting the cigarette to burning that cigarette, and I didn't know it was a person's unspeakable love until later." The repeated words entered Jing Xu's eardrums with inexplicable sadness, in his head Constantly reverberating.

Love……

Why did the word cause him so much grief?

"Among the things I hated the most, besides poison, is smoke. The former is the principle I have always followed, while the latter is the disgust in my heart. It may be that I have been exposed to the filth of the adult world prematurely, which made me stubborn not to lose my last A barrier to prove yourself.

But fate tricks people. I don’t know when the person I love learned to smoke in front of me. Every time I watched him smoke, there was another world in his eyes that I couldn’t understand. I really wanted to enter his world and become part of his eyes.

But the world is impermanent, and the time left for me to think is too narrow. I didn't know that I had been missing it until he left. "

Yan Lun's fingers lightly brushed the smiling face in his hand, revealing a touch of sadness.

"Why? Why do you think it's that feeling?"

"Why?"

Yan Lun raised his head and looked at the figure across the wall, as if he was looking at another person through him,

"Maybe it's the sadness in my eyes every time I tell a lie."

"He is a liar who can tell lies. In order to reject my love, he tried almost all methods. He lied to me that he had a date, and brought him to my eyes. The ridiculous thing is, I Now that I believed it. But I didn't know until later that the girl he loved was just a lie created by him, a weapon to keep me out.

He said he likes girls, he can't accept me, he can only be a brother with me.But later I found out that the person who started to love the latest is not me, but him..."

The picture that cannot be buried is revealed word by word like a cocoon, and the overflowing memory fragments float into Jing Xu's ears bit by bit, and the ears can't stop buzzing. As if the player had pressed the repeat button, it kept hovering in the depths of his mind. For several seconds, Jing Xu seemed to have passed a century.

pain----

Heart hurts----

Jing Xu clutched his chest and panted silently, uncontrollable tears flowed down his cheeks, with a hint of bitterness... It was like a dying struggle in an endless abyss...

He closed his eyes tiredly, and the room fell into silence. All the sounds seemed to lose their function, stagnated in a flash, and disappeared into the ethereal eardrums.Immediately afterwards, there was a faint ticking sound from a distance deep in the eardrum, one sound after another, getting closer and closer...

.....

☆, your world....

"Li Jingxu!"

Just as he was about to walk out of the playground, he heard someone calling him from behind. He turned around and saw a handsome woman with long flowing hair. He recognized this person at a glance, Wan Qing.

Then he pursed his lips and smiled, remembering the beginning of this sweet love in his high school career.

That she, with her head lowered and holding her little white dress tightly in her hands, her voice was very soft, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and there was an indescribable shyness in her earnest eyes, the love and warmth in her eyes seemed to be overflowing water, making her People are unforgettable.

Such a pure and beautiful scene is still fresh in his memory,

He stopped slowly, turned his head, and looked at the first love who was walking towards him, with a ripple in his eyes and a trace of nostalgia in his eyes.

It seems that I haven't seen her in my dream for a long time.

The two of them walked on the plastic track in perfect harmony, round after round, round after round, until his thoughts became extremely tense, and he heard the girl's shy voice in his ears.

Under the sun, he looked at the two slender figures who were stretched on the runway, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curved into an arc. At this moment, even with his eyes closed, he could imagine the scene outlined with the girl standing behind him:

The willow tree sways its figure, brushing past the girl on the edge where the sun and shadow intersect, the delicate young face, the eyelashes trembling slightly, a blush on the face, with a trace of indescribable shyness, under the caress of the breeze , that dark and beautiful long hair flew in the air with the catkins, carrying his favorite fragrance of summer roses.

"I like you. From the moment you came to the classroom, it has been almost three years. I have been paying attention to everything about you. I..."

Not surprisingly, he seemed to have thought about the following words tens of thousands of times, playing them over and over again like a machine, and with Wan Qing's voice, each word was connected in his mind. A piece of sky.

When Jing Xu raised his head and looked at the girl in front of him who had once moved his heart, he somehow paused for a moment, and the unwarranted sense of repulsion in his heart made him subconsciously take a step back.

"what happened to you?"

He raised his head, looked at Wan Qing, and saw the self in her eyes, the expressionless self, laughing at everything about him as if he had been cursed.

What's wrong with me?

He kept asking himself in his heart.

I should promise her, there is a familiar voice in my head that seems to keep hinting to my heart,

Promise her...promise her.

When Jing Xu was about to blurt out the words to complete a perfect process, he seemed to hear a voice calling him from behind, and he looked back subconsciously.

"Why are you looking back? What's there?"

have what?

He clutched his heart to feel its beating sound, kept searching, and inadvertently glanced at the classroom upstairs in the teaching building. He only had one look, but was stopped by a tall and slender figure who was about to hide in the blind spot. land.

who's that person?

Why did he feel so familiar?

But why he couldn't remember it.

Who is he?who is it?

He was so anxious that he hurriedly chased after him. The fragments originally stored in the depths of his memory began the moment he stood up, following his footsteps like impacts and pouring them into his world little by little. Complete another world collapsed without a blade of grass growing.

Just when he was close at hand, for some reason, his feet stopped moving like a thousand pieces of gold.

"who are you?"

The man at the edge of light and shadow turned his back to him, and the tall and familiar figure enveloped his body, as if burying his whole world.

..........

"Brother, what do you think love is?"

A familiar distant ethereal voice wafted from his mind.

"Love is the desire of a person to regard the other person as his most important person and to be the other person's most important person."

"Is that the kind of love I have for my brother?"

"San'er, when you grow up, when you fall in love with someone, you will know what love really is." A tall boy in a white shirt rubbed the boy's head and sat on the sofa, dazzling The sun shone on his face, against the light, his outline could not be seen, but he could feel the indescribable tenderness in the language.

"At that time, don't forget to bring your favorite rose."

.........

"Brother, at that time, you told me that when I grow up, when I fall in love with someone, I will know what love is."

I found it now. "

"Yan Lun...Only for you, wandering by your side for so long...I never understood what this was before, but now I know, I love you."

On the running field of that youthful campus, a boy wearing a school uniform and holding a diploma said to the tall and slender man.

....

"Brother, remember I once asked you what love is?"

"Now I know that love has another meaning: true love is knowing how to cherish when you can love, and knowing how to let go when you can't love."

Jing Xu was sitting in front of the window in hospital clothes, stroking the man in the invitation, leaving shallow but meaningful fingerprints in the photo, and then