Bai Yueguang always thinks she is a substitute

The house was empty, and the suitcase and Ji Zhuyi's clothes disappeared together.

Yan Yao clenched his fists, his fingertips to the tips of his ears became stiff and cold due to the blocked blood.

Don't want to hear the truth?That's right, how can a prince like him who has lived in an ivory tower since childhood accept my dirty inside?

No, it's not like that, he doesn't know it's my calculation.

Is that tired?Are you tired of the nurturing relationship?Or was it discovered by the parents?

Yan Yao slapped himself hard, the buzzing vibration in his ears covered up the messy thoughts in his heart.

are you crazy?How can you think of Ji Zhuyi like that?

He rushed into the bathroom, wearing an expensive shirt and handmade leather shoes, and was drenched in cold water.

After calming down, Yan Yao cleaned himself up.

According to the plan, next he should show his love to Ji Zhuyi, disclose his love relationship with him, and then test the reason why he broke up three years ago, and lightly find an excuse to cover up this lie.

But Yan Yao suddenly disrupted the chessboard that was about to end.

Yan Yao is used to lying and acting, so that others will always recognize him, respect him, and offer benefits.

But he suddenly realized that even though he kept saying "Ji Zhuyi is different", he still had a lot to hide from him.

He once attributed this crime to "love", but "love" should not be a prison for Ji Zhuyi.

This time, leave the choice to Ji Zhuyi.

Yan Yao drove back to his apartment, the door of the house that hadn't been visited for several months was suddenly opened, the wind from the corridor came in, blowing up piles of dust, and in the borrowed light from outside, the cold air was flying around. Yan Yao.

In the box under the bed, there is an old photo album that is badly worn.

Ji Zhuyi didn't run too far, and stayed at a hotel in the next city at one o'clock in the morning that night.

His reason for running away couldn't be simpler: he doesn't want to let go, and delays time first.

He was smoking a cigarette, and a dark thought appeared in his mind: give Zheng Kai a sum of money, let him have plastic surgery, and then send him abroad; if he refuses, shave his face, and let him not get an internship offer unable to graduate...

Stop, stop, if I use this method to deal with a child who hasn't left school yet, will someone as glorious as Yan Yao still think highly of me?

Ji Zhuyi covered his face, his eyes were dry and painful.

Reluctant.

The ashtray is full.

The first morning of April belongs to spring, and the chirping of young swallows climbs in through the window accompanied by the warm spring light.

Ji Zhuyi felt bored, he only felt that the bird's call was harsh and the light was dazzling.

There was a knock on the door, and he opened it impatiently.

Ji Zhuyi, who was so pale from smoking, saw Yan Yao, who was also not so glamorous.

He shook his body, turned Yan Yao's shoulders, covered his eyes and took him into the room, then rushed into the bathroom to clean himself up.

Holding two tickets, Yan Yao habitually showed his usual, gentle smile that melted like a glacier, and then suppressed it in an instant.He abandoned his superb expression management, and said with an unattractive but genuine smile: "A Yi, let's go on a trip."

Yan Yao bought a high-speed rail ticket, pulled Ji Zhuyi, and the two of them took a taxi to the train station without any preparations.

They went all the way south, and the first stop was Jinan. The rain had come, the spring breeze had warmed up, the weeping willows spewed green, and the spring was beginning to bloom. The two wandered in the ancient alleys and mountain springs.

The second stop is Nanjing. The small buildings in the south of the Yangtze River are chic and elegant, with flowing water flowing in front of the door. Yan Yao and Ji Zhuyi bought a set of Hanfu to wear.

On the third day, I went to Shanghai, the city that never sleeps in the steel forest, and the two big men went to Disneyland.

On the fourth day, I got off the bus in Jiangcheng.

On Tomb-sweeping Day, there was no rain in Jiangcheng, the sun was shining brightly accompanied by dense water vapor, so light and bright that it seemed like a rainbow would appear.

The smile on Yan Yao's face suddenly disappeared, his brows were slightly furrowed, and his lips were pursed into a sharp straight line.

Ji Zhuyi sensed that he looked like he was facing a formidable enemy, and thought that this "breakup trip" had come to an end, but he didn't do anything, just kissed his forehead lightly.

Yan Yao took Ji Zhuyi into a cemetery, this cemetery was large and empty, even during the Ching Ming season, people who came to worship would not bump into each other.

There is a photo of Zheng Xi pasted on a tombstone.

Yan Yao put the bought bouquet in front of the monument.

"A Yi, there is some misunderstanding between us, would you like to listen to my explanation?"

Ji Zhuyi's eyes moved, and he took his hand.

"I'm a dishonest man, I lied to you - and everyone - about many things. The first one is: I have no parents. I was a foundling, raised in an orphanage, I ran away after being adopted, so big I had nowhere to go in Jiangcheng, so I almost went to Jiangli. Later my teacher found me, let me grow up in his home, and sponsored me to go to school and university. He is my family."

Yan Yao stretched out his fingers and pointed at Ji Zhuyi's eyes, and his tone suddenly became lively: "He is very similar to you, the first time I saw you, I almost admitted my mistake. Thinking about it carefully, you are very similar, you are both 'light'."

"Ji Zhuyi, I'm not as good as you think. I'm a liar, I'm arrogant and domineering, I have countless unbearable and vulgar things—but I have a pure land in my heart, and it's you."

The grievances, anger, and unwillingness that Ji Zhuyi had originally imagined were all shattered into pieces, and it was a dull pain to cut his heart.

Ji Zhuyi saw such a proud and arrogant person like Yan Yao confessing himself under the bright sky, the muscles in the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, his lips were trembling with tension, but he still insisted on speaking inexperienced words, and was moved again It was distressing, and I hated myself why I thought so much about everything, but didn't ask Yan Yao——

"do you love me."

Yan Yao's hands didn't shake anymore and he didn't feel angry anymore, his gaze was firm and he said one word steadily: "Love!"

This is the only truth in his half-life mess.

Ji Zhuyi bowed in front of Zheng Xi's tomb, and pressed Yan Yao's head to receive a watery kiss.

"I love you too."