If you are asked to prevent the villain from destroying the world, what kind of love are you talking

Another melodrama was over and Song Chuyi finished his Coke.

Zhong An's hands and feet, who were tied to the cross, began to feel numb.

Song Chuyi was playing another drama and during the commercial break he went to pour himself an iced Sprite.

When he came back, Zhong An had already untied the rope on the cross himself and sat in the place where he had just sat.

And eat his potato chips!

Song Chuyi:! ! !

He walked over quickly and grabbed the barbecue-flavored potato chips.

"If you want to eat potato chips, go to the small supermarket and get them yourself."

Zhong An snatched the potato chips back with an expressionless face.

"Do not."

He rejected him.

On the day of Carnival, he, as the "weak" one, actually rejected the "strong" Song Chuyi.

But he seemed unaware.

The rules have already broken down at this point.

Song Chu sat down angrily, "If you don't want to go, then don't go, humph!"

"Then can you give me a membership?"

“This commercial is too long.”

This time, Zhong An satisfied Song Chuyi.

After spending 9.9 to buy a membership, there were indeed no more advertisements.

Song Chuyi and Zhong An watched the show while eating melon seeds, and made comments from time to time.

Time seemed to be extended, and everything around was still dark.

I don't know when the cross next to it disappeared.

As another plot came to an end, Song Chuyi stretched and tilted his head to look at Zhong An.

"Are you in love with me now?"

Zhong An came back to his senses from the bizarre plot and looked at Song Chuyi.

"I've given my heart and soul to you, why can I still fall in love with you?"

He was asking about the plot just now.

Song Chuyi shook his head.

"I don't understand either."

He had always found humans strange.

You will fall in love if you are liked, you will fall in love if you are used, and you will also fall in love if you are hurt.

He has been in the human world for so long, but he still doesn't understand why their love arises.

Zhong An was silent for two seconds and looked forward.

As if he was recalling something, he spoke slowly.

"My father is a gambler and a domestic abuser, my mother is weak-willed, and I have a younger brother."

"They all said I was smart and told me to study hard."

"I did, and I skipped a grade and went to university."

“They say it’s easy when you get to college.”

"But when I got to college, people in the dormitory excluded me and the teachers gave me trouble. I didn't understand."

I don’t understand the malice of those people, and I envy and hate those who have a good life.

“They say money is important, so I want to make money.”

"When I made enough money, they said money wasn't important."

"I don't know."

"Don't understand what's really important, you know?"

He looked at Song Chuyi, dark mist surging in his eyes.

"I know!" Song Chuyi said with a smile, "Happiness is the most important thing!"

He grabbed his hand.

“Do you know what happiness is?”

Zhong An shook his head slowly.

"you teach me."

He held Song Chuyi's hand and held it tightly.

"Teach me."

“I study well and I can learn.”

Song Chuyi shook his head gently and patted the back of his hand as if coaxing a child.

“This cannot be taught.”

“Happiness is something you have to discover yourself.”

"so……"

He leaned over and hugged him gently.

At the same time, he leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Your rules have been broken."

He kissed his ear.

"Welcome to my happy world."

A white light emerged from between Song Chuyi's eyebrows and quickly swallowed up the black fog.

The sky suddenly brightened, and the white light almost hurt Zhong An's eyes.

In the dazzling white light, Zhong An seemed to see a tree.

A...coffee tree?

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Young Zhong An received a gift from his parents.

It was an unknown seed.

He planted it in a mineral water bottle and placed it next to his desk.

He studies every day because only studying can make his parents happier.

Learning became the most important thing in his life, and gradually, he forgot the seed planted in the mineral water bottle.

Until one day, it sprouted.

Very tender and small buds.

That was the first time that young Zhong An felt the shock of life.

The first time, instead of studying, he sneaked out and picked up a lot of bottles, sold them at the scrap yard for ten dollars, and bought a small flower pot.

He dug some soil from the river and carefully placed the sprouted seeds into the flowerpot.

He began to water it every day and watched it grow little by little.

Gradually, as he grew older, the seed grew as tall as a palm.

He skipped a grade and went to college.

He brought it to the university on the day of admission.

He placed it on his desk in the dormitory and would read it every day when he came back from the library.

Gradually, people in the dormitory began to isolate and exclude him.

They poured water on his bed, threw his books into the trash, and dumped his laundry into the toilet.

He still insists on studying every day.

Until one day he came back from the library and found that the little tree was gone.

He asked them, and they laughed and belittled him, and they were dismissive of his little tree.

He searched for a long time and finally found it in the garbage disposal plant.

But it has withered.

The original tender buds turned gray and the small branches were covered with scars.

He looked at the withered tree, and his heart seemed to die at that moment.

Zhong An felt that his beating heart stopped beating at that moment, and his blood seemed to turn cold at that moment.

He seemed like he wanted to cry, but couldn't.

He seemed to not know how to cry and could only blink his eyes.

He blinked with some pain and even difficulty.

Suddenly, the withered tree was enveloped by a ball of white light.

Gradually, it began to sprout and branch out.

It started to grow.

It grew into a big tree.

A coffee tree.

Tears welled up in his eyes at that moment, and Zhong An didn't even understand why he was crying.

He clearly didn't cry when he was sad and desperate, so why is he crying now that his little tree is alive?

He didn't understand, he only knew that his tears kept falling on the ground and even on his hands.

He cried wildly, even to the point of breaking down.

Tears blurred his vision, so he couldn't see the coffee tree clearly.

White light slowly fell in front of him, and he was hugged.

The familiar woody scent lingered in his nose, and Zhong An embraced the person tightly in his arms.

"Are you in love with me now?"

Song Chuyi's voice rang out.

Zhong An lowered his head and kissed Song Chuyi on the lips.

"Love."

His voice was hoarse and tears kept falling on Song Chuyi's face.

"I love Ah Chu."

He couldn't stop crying, but she still kissed him.

He kissed her hard.

The lips were stained by tears, and the sweetness was slightly salty.

But a kiss isn't enough.

He was going to do something even more intimate and extreme.

The more tears flowed, the more violent the movements became.

In the soft white light, the two figures overlapped, making it almost impossible to tell who was who.