Bamboo horse and the sky fell HE

Six points are similar, but the temperament is more elegant.

He vaguely guessed.

"This is……"

"My mother." Wen Yu raised his eyes and said calmly, "My dear mother."

Fu Yuhan opened his mouth.

"Today is her memorial day." Wen Yu smiled, "I'll bring my boyfriend to meet her."

There was silence in the room.

"She died nine years ago. I was ten years old and in the third grade of elementary school. It was Valentine's Day. She had been in the hospital bed for two years, but she still couldn't get over it. And within three months of her death, Wen Ziming received A woman who looks very similar to her came in." Wen Yu said lightly, "When she was alive, she told me that she and Wen Ziming were soul mates, a match made in heaven, and I want to understand that this father occasionally behaves The ruthlessness that came out, she said it was all appearances and a misunderstanding."

He paused, "But I really can't understand what kind of soul mate he brought someone in after three months."

Fu Yuhan walked towards him.

"Xiaohan, to be honest, before I found out that I like you, I actually..."

He doesn't believe in Lao Shizi's love at all, and Valentine's Day is also like an irony.

Humans are nothing more than vile sensory animals, driven by hormones and made into the dirtiest puppets.

He always felt that way.

Until one day, there was a person who mocked him coldly, "living too fake".

Wen Yu thought, he might have been expecting someone who would expose him for too long.

Fu Yuhan opened his arms and hugged him firmly.

"Brother Yu," he said, "you can cry if you want, it's just the two of us here."