Sensory Hunting ABO

Being stared at by Yan Yi with "what nonsense are you talking about", Luo Xichuan pursed his lips and sat down on the dining table in an orderly manner.

The scorching and bright eyes no longer followed Yan Yi to look around, and the once hot eyes flickered and dodged.Luo Xichuan's appearance of swallowing spoonful by spoonful was more difficult than taking medicine. His preoccupied appearance made Yan Yi impatient, "Aren't you thick-skinned? In the end, it's all old things from when you didn't remember anything." .”

Eyes are sore, even stinging.He didn't see the deleted entries on the webpage and the torn traces in the newspaper, but it was more uncomfortable than seeing everything.Things that don't want to be explored are processed and hidden, aren't they?

The truth is too cruel.Some things, it's better not to know.

I used to watch TV series, and the characters in the series were born with blood debts, so it was not an exaggeration.It is true that the birth of someone is the sin of not being blessed.

When he was ignorant and ignorant, he sent the person he loved into the despair of losing his love.But he couldn't blame the instigator of everything.In his memory, his mother always smiled softly, his father always held him high and high, and the family time together was so happy.

Unknowingly, the fabric on the hem of the clothes has been crumpled, "I don't know it's like this, I really don't know... If I could choose... If I could choose... It would be better if I wasn't born , I don’t want to live anymore!”

He was slapped on the right cheek, and there was a "buzzing" sound in his ears, as if he heard mosquitoes.This was Yan Yi's first time beating him, and Luo Xichuan was not expecting it so hard.

Luo Xichuan seemed to be in the water, and the contemptuous reprimand sounded vague and distant.

"What does it look like to seek death and life? If you die, can you repeat what happened in the past?"

If only I could do it all over again.

But can't.I can only look forward with heavy memories on my back.When I was about to be overwhelmed, I couldn't help but want to unload my heavy luggage and escape.

After singing concert after concert, the popularity and topics continued to rise.Just like some kind of delicate balance in life, some places are frustrated, and some places are proud. In short, there is always a small gap, and it is always not very satisfactory.

It wasn't until after the concert was over that Luo Xichuan realized that he hadn't been back to that home for a long time.When encountering things that can't be done with all your strength, endless escape has become the best solution.However, fortunately, Yan Yi never contacted him proactively, so even after the concert was over and his busy schedule came to an end, he didn't have to make up any high-sounding reasons to explain his stay away to Yan Yi.

While Yan Yi was not at home, Luo Xichuan sneaked back.Every plant and tree in the house remained as it was before, and the arrangement of the items was not bad at all, so Luo Xichuan, who came back to pack his luggage, became a shameful thief who destroyed everything.

Before leaving, Luo Xichuan sniffled and ran to the mahogany table and knocked twice.But he didn't know what kind of luck he was praying for, so he knocked in a daze.Even though his life is already a mess and he doesn't know where to clean up the mess, he still prays to the gods for arrangements with a glimmer of hope.

She didn't want to leave Yan Yi, she really wanted to be by Yan Yi's side, but she didn't have the face to see him.Even if he knew all the truth, Luo Xichuan couldn't even hate his parents for Yan Yi.

As we left the place we once called home, it rained from a leaden sky.gloomy.

Looking back, I couldn't move my feet.Countless thoughts flashed through my mind, Yan Yi didn't chase him away, maybe he can still...

In the end, I still sat in the car and watched the familiar scenery being left behind.

Luo Xichuan never thought that one day he and Yan Yi would be separated, so he didn't even ask for any title.Anyway, they will be together for the rest of their lives. Does identity matter?

But at this moment, he suddenly realized how important identity was.

If he was Yan Yi's nephew, this move could be called running away from home.If he was Yan Yi's predecessor, this move could be called a breakup.

But Luo Xichuan is nothing.

The clownfish placed on the TV cabinet is gone.

Sure enough, everything in the bedroom was swept away.

Walk cleanly.

It's been a long time since I lit a cigarette and the smoke was inhaled into my lungs.

People who hate the smell of cigarettes have left, and there is no longer any restriction on smoking.Not bad either.

That scruffy, unintelligent and unattractive clingy person is really not good at all.

The vibration of the mobile phone interrupted the thinking, and the finger swiped to the call, and the call was connected.

After not hearing the other party's words for a while, Yan Yi clicked his tongue, "What's the matter?"

Xue Sizhao said: "I told Luo Xichuan. I promised you not to tell Luo Xichuan. I'm sorry."

Yan Yi said indifferently: "There is no impenetrable wall. He should know, and he will know sooner or later."

Xue Sizhao breathed a sigh of relief, before he could speak again, Yan Yi interrupted him, "I hope you try to accept him."

"..." Xue Sizhao was a little bit hard to say, "You really..."

Whether the question is "Are you really getting along with him" or "Are you really going to let it go", the answer is——

"Yes."

The phone was hung up hastily, and the phone screen turned back to pitch black.

Looking back on the past, I did have the idea of ​​using Luo Xichuan to take revenge on my feelings.After all, it was delivered to your door, and you can't drive it away even if you dare.Even if Luo Xichuan realized that this was a long-planned revenge, he could only blame himself for being stupid.The unbearable groans under him stirred up anger, and the tyrannical factor came out of the cage like a beast.

And Luo Xichuan, who didn't know it, stretched out his hand to him as the perpetrator.Hands a circle smaller than ordinary adult men gently grabbed Yan Yi's fingers, and when Yan Yi reacted, he had already held Luo Xichuan's fingers in the palm of his hand.

Many, many years ago, Luo Xichuan, who was once called Yan Tong, also giggled like this, and held Yan Yi's fingers with baby hands as soft as petals.