Kuaichuanzhi and Zha Gong are in deep love

Like a wandering soul, Joan Anshan struggled to get up from the ground, his steps seemed to be stepping on the void, and he might fall down again at any time.

The back of the neck gradually felt warm and wet. Joan Anshan reached out to touch it, and his fingers were full of bright red.

Joan Anshan clenched his five fingers tightly together, forced two broken smiles from his throat, and his deep eyes were full of pain.

Drunkenness and trauma made his brain unable to think normally. He couldn't even remember his hotel and forgot to ask for help.

Joan Anshan walked aimlessly to a homestay. He looked at the rose branches protruding from the wooden fence, covered with large red roses.

There is a large yard outside the B&B, and a table is set up in the middle of the yard, and several guests gather around their respective tables, chatting and drinking very comfortably.

Joan walked in drowsily, because it was dark, no one noticed him.

A little girl ran out of the brightly lit room, climbed onto the bench, lay on the table and waved towards the room with a bright smile on her face: "Brother, come out quickly, watch the stars with me!"

At this time, a young man came out of the room. He was wearing a camel knitted coat, a fisherman hat, and a pure white silk scarf tied around his slender neck.

He also smiled at the little girl, but nodded gently without speaking, looking so gentle.

For a moment, Qiao Anshan felt that he was dreaming. In the dream, there was a quiet sea of ​​roses, and the person he missed most was not far away.

His chest heaved faster and faster, but the blood all over his body seemed to be frozen, and the severe pain remaining in his body reminded him that this was reality.

Qiao Anshan didn't even have the slightest suspicion that he was dazzled, or that he had made a mistake. He was familiar enough with Jian Shou, he was familiar with every inch of skin and every expression.

Therefore, as long as there is only one figure, only one profile, he can know which one is just similar and which one is the real person.

Qiao Anshan suddenly let out an extremely suppressed choked sob, that was really his A-shou, he wanted to rush over and hug him tightly, he was so crazy!

But he didn't dare to take a step forward, and he firmly grasped the position of his heart with one hand, trying to suppress the terrible colic.

"I regret it, I don't want to be with you anymore." "An Shan, let's get together so well." "You don't have to force yourself anymore, and I don't have to live in guilt."...

After all, he was still timid, he was afraid that Jian Shou didn't want to see him at all, otherwise why would he never return to China.

He was afraid to go forward and see Jian Shou's cold and disgusted eyes, it would be a hundred times more painful than killing him, Qiao Anshan is just a coward.

He couldn't go up, but someone was within easy reach. Andre, who was sitting on the chair, approached Jian Shou, and then lowered his head.

Ander gently lifted the silk scarf around Jane Shou's neck with his fingers. The wound healed well, but the scar could not be removed. A trace of regret flashed in his eyes. For such a beautiful person, even the neck should be flawless.

He was Jane's attending doctor. He was seriously injured, and it was he who immediately asked for a tracheotomy to remove the bullet, which saved his life.

It's just that Jian Shou has rarely spoken since then, and the damage to his vocal cords made his pronunciation sound hoarse.

But Jian Shou is already very grateful. He saved the little girl and saved his own life. What else is there to be dissatisfied with?

He was especially grateful to Anderi. When he woke up, there was no one to take care of him. It was Andre who saw how pitiful he was, so he brought him liquid food every day and invited a nurse to take care of him.

Even this homestay was opened with Andre's help. It wasn't that he didn't want to go back to the country, he stroked the little girl's hair, but that he was the only one who needed him here.

"Thank you." Andre heard Jian Shou's thanks, and carefully helped him cover the silk scarf.

She leaned into his ear and said softly, "Jane, I've said it many times, don't feel burdened to me. You saved our country's child and adopted her. I'm so moved and want to be friends with you."

They were so close, in Qiao Anshan's eyes, the two seemed to be kissing, a sweet and affectionate picture.

Joan Anshan stared at the strange man's back with hatred, his eyes almost tearing apart, he wanted to kill that man!

But in fact, he has nothing to do. His A-Shou is unwilling to return to the country and return to him. His A-Shou is now living well without him.

The man who had been injured seemed to have aged 20 years in an instant. He backed away step by step with a hunched back, and the soles of his feet rubbed against the stone pavement making a sound of reluctance.

Joan Anshan squatted down leaning on the wall, his body trembling constantly, and finally burst into tears in the next second!

The grief-stricken sobs sounded pitiful and pathetic, he could no longer stand a semblance of disguise, the moment he knew that Jian Shou was still alive, he wanted to cry wantonly, without worrying about anyone's suppression of everything in his heart Tribulations all cry.

When they all said that Jane Shou was dead, he could pretend that there was no fluctuation, and when they comforted him, he could pretend that he had given up.

He can wear a mask they want to live, but only he himself knows how painful, how wronged, and how life is worse than death.

"Ahhhhhhh!" He beat desperately on this left leg that seeks attention with pain. It has always relapsed in the past few months, and every time Joan Anshan wants to cut it off directly.

There is a pain that grows deeper when no one is paying attention, and it reminds you of how lonely and miserable you really are.

It was at this desperate moment that a plain hand stretched out, holding a plain white tissue in his hand, Joan Anshan raised his head in disbelief, and saw the face that was thinking day and night.

His Ah Shou stood with the backlight, behind him was a warm yellow halo, like an elf that had fallen into a net of dust, Qiao Anshan was fascinated by it, tears were still rolling down from the corners of his eyes.

Jian Shou lowered his eyes and looked at this man whom he hadn't seen for a long time. He had never seen him like this. His face was full of grievances and bewilderment. Joan Anshan was crying like a child.

That handsome face has lost a lot of weight, the cheekbones are protruding and the cheeks are sunken, and the face is full of tears, Jian Shou felt a pain in his heart when he saw it.

He knelt down and wiped the tears off his face with a tissue, his movements were gentle and gentle.

Qiao Anshan's pupils dilated in an instant, and such a familiar treatment seemed to go back to the past, when they were still together.

Qiao Anshan gasped twice, his eyes suddenly brightened, he grabbed Jian Shou's wrist: "Ah Shou..."

Jian Shou was in pain and wanted to pull his hand away, but Joan Anshan pulled him over. He pressed his broad palm on the back of Jian Shou's head, and his fingers kept rubbing against the soft hair.

He was still crying, but he suppressed all the crying into his throat, like a wolf cub in a desperate situation, howling in a low voice.

Qiao Anshan pressed his forehead against Jian Shou's forehead, feeling the real existence of the other party, and said word by word: "A Shou, I just swore that if you let me see you again, I will definitely catch you , no longer let you escape..."

His gaze was like a sharp knife, piercing into Jian Shou's heart quickly and accurately: "I want you to stay by my side for life and be buried in my grave!"

Qiao Anshan exhausted all his strength in these two short sentences, like a child who lost his temper. He couldn't speak clearly, but he kept trying to swear his sovereignty.

It was only then that Jian Shou smelled the strong smell of alcohol on his body...and the undeniable smell of blood.

"Let's do it again... shall we?" After Joan Anshan finished speaking, his voice stopped abruptly, and the hand that was holding him fell heavily on the ground. Jian Shou went to support his powerless head, Only then did he feel the wetness in his hands.

Some of the blood had become sticky and dried up, and the clothes on the back were completely stained red, looking pitiful and tragic.

The arcs of Jian Shou's eyes were lowered, revealing his fragility and helplessness. He came here in blood, wouldn't it be because of him that he would feel distressed.

It's just because he loves him.

Qiao Anshan succeeded, and Jian Shou almost died of heartache. He originally thought that time would dilute longing and blur love.

Never thought that as soon as that person appears in front of you, all armor will be wiped out, interrupting his dream of self-deception.