last love

"I like you too."

Han Jiangque looked straight at her with dark eyes, and there was a hint of pain hidden in his eyes: "I don't hate you, Wen Ke, I fell in love with you ten years ago."

Wen Ke stared blankly at the painting in his hand: "You..."

"So, at that time you came to see me..."

He even trembled suddenly. Although he didn't finish the sentence, he suddenly understood——

A boy who has never been good at words drew him an ugly portrait of a giraffe, and then asked the little boy in the picture to put a heart-shaped bow on the giraffe.

This is the confession of 16-year-old Han Jiangque.

"I want to spend the first estrus with you."

Han Jiangque looked at Wen Ke, he took a step forward, then stopped a little awkwardly, and continued to explain: "The day after I got the report, you didn't come to school—I was very confused. Ke, I really didn’t want you to be an Omega at that time. I kept thinking, how could you be an Omega, and what would I do if you were really an Omega. I took your report out and read it and put it back in, but the result remains the same."

"Then I thought, there is no way. Whether you are a Beta, or an Omega, even if you are an Alpha, I don't want to lose you."

"Well, then..."

Wen Ke felt that he could almost hear his own heartbeat, and he looked at Han Jiangque nervously.

"Wen Ke, I know I hurt you in the hospital."

Han Jiangque stretched out his hand, but in the end he just grasped the doorknob weakly. He lowered his head: "But I don't know how to speak to you. That day, I rushed home and drew you a picture to apologize. I was full of thoughts at that time. It’s all about this, I was called out by the class teacher to lecture after school, and I forgot the report under the desk. Later, when I came back to class, everyone knew that you were an E-level Omega, and too many people were passing it on. Well, I couldn’t find out who peeked at the report first and spread it. I’m sorry—it’s my fault, Wen Ke, I didn’t mean it, I’m sorry..."

Wen Ke's nose suddenly became sore.

Of course he believed that Han Jiangque would not intentionally hurt him and would not show the report to others.

only--

"Han Jiangque, ten years ago...why didn't you explain this clearly to me."

Wen Ke asked in a trembling voice.

"You blocked me."

Han Jiangque said in a low voice: "I think you don't trust me at all. I was very angry and sad. Wen Ke, I didn't know how to deal with these emotions at that time. I was angry with you for a while, and thought about it for a while. You, but when you were about to be in heat, I couldn't hold it anymore, so I finished that painting and went to you. I thought...we could get back together, or be better than before. I didn't expect that in the end, We will be like this."

Wen Ke stared blankly at the light spot left on the floor tiles of the elevator hall.

Yes, he didn't expect that it would end up like this.

He knew how bad Han Jiangque's memory was, but it was just a little trouble in life. He never thought that it was this little trouble that caused his physical examination report to be seen by others, which led him to misunderstand Han Jiangque. .

At that intersection in his life, he made many wrong judgments and made many wrong choices, and so did Han Jiangque.

Some are out of anger, some are out of sensitivity, and some are out of anger.

In their eyes at that time, it was a very small decision, influenced by those secret and naive teenagers' thoughts and emotions.

But it was these small decisions, the ones that turned their heads away and fought coldly while passing by the corridor of Bei No. [-] Middle School, and finally made them run in opposite directions, leading to irreparable ten years.

"Wen Ke..."

Han Jiangque said softly, "Can you forgive me?"

"Han Jiangque, I don't blame you."

Wen Ke felt that his tears were about to flow down, he tried to open his eyes wide, and suppressed the tears like this: "Really."

Wen Ke imagined how that 16-year-old boy stood at the door of his room holding the painting, wanting to spend the first estrus with him.

However, his door opened, and it was Zhuo Yuan standing in front of Han Jiangque——

The room smelled of the pheromone smell of the two entangled after the Omega was temporarily marked in heat.

Han Jiangque must have been heartbroken the moment he left his house.

The timeline of the third year of high school seemed to be gradually clear. Han Jiangque knew that he was marked by Zhuo Yuan, so when he told Han Jiangque that he was with Zhuo Yuan, Han Jiangque just said coldly, "Shut me up." Shit."

Han Jiangque is a proud person. After that setback, he never came to him alone again.

So those unspoken words, they never had a chance to say to each other.

So how could he be willing to blame him.

What happened ten years ago was a series of unfortunate accidents mixed together.

Han Jiangque didn't do anything wrong, and he didn't do anything wrong, but they hurt each other so deeply.

Time has passed, and it is useless to resent and blame.

If there is any power in the dark that is far higher than human power, perhaps it should be fate.

It was fate that separated them and threw them into different life tracks.

In fact, if possible, he would rather not know that Han Jiangque once liked him.

Because he hardly dared to think about how Han Jiangque got here in the past ten years.

Did Han Jiangque miss him when he went abroad? Did he miss him every time he was watching the weather forecast in City B?

Thinking of this, it was more unbearable than anything else, as if someone had hammered an iron nail into his heart, and dark red blood flowed out slowly.

"it's already over……"

Wen Ke raised his head, his expression was almost numb: "Han Jiangque, it doesn't matter anymore."

Perhaps seeing something wrong from his ashen-ashamed expression, Han Jiangque suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Wen Ke's wrist, breathlessly said: "Wen Ke, you have already chosen to divorce Zhuo Yuan. Together. I will accompany you, whether it is this estrous period or the next estrous period, I will accompany you-I don’t hate Omega anymore, you trust me.”

Wen Ke stared blankly at Han Jiangque.

Han Jiangque's pheromone smells so good, and he is so handsome that he can be the dream lover of all Omega.

He is perfect.

Wen Ke just wanted to hide at this time, and it would be best to crawl into the ground like a gray mouse.

He pulled back his wrist forcefully, and murmured: "Han Jiangque, I don't want to be with you. The Wen Ke from before liked you, but that was ten years ago, we should look forward, don't If you hold on to the past, no one can make up for the past."

"You really don't like me anymore."

Han Jiangque repeated Wen Ke's meaning.

For a moment, Wen Ke thought he was about to cry.

But in the next second, he saw those dark eyes staring at him so tenaciously.

"Then you don't have to like me," Han Jiangque said stubbornly, "I like you, and I don't care if you respond or not. I'm LM's consultant, so you should be my client. We sign a contract for three months. , Half a year, as long as you want. Wen Ke...can you give me a chance? I can make up for the past, I can make up for it, really."

At the end of his speech, it seemed that he knew he was putting all his eggs in one basket, and the despair in his eyes became more and more intense.

Han Jiangque has grown up and grown taller.

But the depressed head is far from the vigor that was taken for granted when he was a teenager.

He was almost begging him, so humble that he could even just serve him, as long as he stayed by his side.

Wen Ke felt his heart was broken.

How could he be willing to let that proud boy who was like a little wolf cub stand in front of him and beg him so humbly, begging for him like he is now.

He has been enduring it until now, but he didn't expect to collapse at this point.

Before the tears almost burst, Wen Ke said hoarsely: "Don't do this, Han Jiangque, don't do this..."

He grabbed the doorknob and pulled it in violently, shaking his head desperately while pulling: "Please, let me go, we've finished what we have to say, I'm going back, let's not delay each other anymore."

"Bang" sound.

The door was closed, and Han Jiangque was isolated from the outside like this. Finally, he no longer had to face all this.

Wen Ke was like a gray mouse retracted into a hole, he breathed a sigh of relief, but after the breath slowly came out, it seemed that there was a gap in his heart and became empty.

He leaned against the wall and slowly sat down on the ground along the edge of the wall.

The sun shone into the living room, turning his shadow into a small ball, curled up in the corner like his people.

……

I don't know how long it took, Wen Ke suddenly remembered something, and rushed like crazy to the study that was tidied up yesterday, and he accurately pulled out an old A4 folder from the bottom drawer.

There was a thin layer of dust on it, and I didn't have time to wipe it off when I cleaned it up yesterday.

For ten years, he has hardly opened this folder, but he always carries it with him.

From that small northern city, to City B, to He Zhuoyuan's new home.

This is the only thing in his unbearably gloomy life that he can't let go of.

He never thought about it deliberately, but he always remembered clearly where he put it.

Wen Ke's fingers trembled as he gently stroked the surface of the folder, as if he was breathing a bit of vicissitudes from the past.

He finally took a deep breath, opened the folder——

Inside is a piece of drawing paper.

Because of the age, the white drawing paper has gradually faded to a dull and dilapidated yellow.

The crayon strokes on it are also somewhat mottled, but you can still clearly see what the painting is——

It was a gloomy and rainy day.

The tall, ugly giraffe bit a huge dark cloud, and gently covered the bean-sized raindrops for the little boy on the ground.

Wen Ke looked at it, and suddenly couldn't help laughing, and put the two paintings together.

He was obviously smiling, but the tears dripped on the drawing paper involuntarily. He wiped them with his fingers in a hurry, laughing and crying at the same time, it was extremely funny.

Fool Han Jiangque.

The boy who never said he was sorry could only tell him those shy words with ugly pictures.

So throughout high school, Han Jiangque drew two paintings for him, only these two paintings.

One was quietly hidden in a folder that he never opened, and the other was sadly left in Han Jiangque's own hands.

Ten years later, the two paintings finally meet.

But the ugly giraffe and the little boy are no longer what they were ten years ago.

He doesn't know what's wrong with him.

In the gloomy and scarce life, how rare it is to finally see a glimpse of the long-standing love, and you should embrace it with open arms.

But he chose to escape in a hurry.

Maybe it's like what Osamu Dazai wrote: "Cowards are afraid of happiness, they will be hurt when they touch cotton, and sometimes they will be hurt by happiness."

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