what is it like

The author has something to say: I really can't write about abuse, I can't take it anymore...

Finally, there is a reminder, if you like BE, you can stop here, if you need sweetness, let's make an appointment tomorrow!

Besides, I'm going to release benefits tomorrow!I want to give benefits! !The little angel who is familiar with my urine sex must know where our appointment is, right? !

Tomorrow in that familiar place, the status of the stupid author is: Welfare + sweet short story start (I won’t post this short story on jj, because I’m dirty and I don’t want to be driven crazy￢_￢)

The short story has such a title: Your legs are so long, why don't you go to the sky? !

↑↑↑Little angels who are reading the article, please take a few seconds to see that the author has something to say, and the author has some explanations for chatting↑↑↑

Five years later.

"Let me tell you, the boss here is super handsome, and his voice is super gentle, it's just perfect."

"I know, my mother bought flowers here two days ago."

"Welcome." Hearing the sound of the door being pushed, Xu Yi, who was sorting out the hyacinths, turned around and said with a smile, "Is there anything I need?"

With a thinner figure, a translucent white complexion, and an illusory smile, Xu Yi looks too fragile, making people lower his voice.

In front of me are two high school students wearing school uniforms. They are at the age of wanton flying. Even if they are naked, they seem to have vitality that adults do not have.

"Boss, why do you only have one kind of flower?" The girl with the ponytail asked puzzled.

Xu Yi paused for a moment, stood up again, and regained his gentle appearance, "Probably, it's because I like it."

"Probably something, it's so perfunctory..." The girl with ponytail was very lively, and after muttering something, she returned to her smile.

After Xu Yi left the capital, he didn't stay long in Lincheng before coming to this small town, which was where he and Mo Heng planned to come to.

The start-up funds that the two had secretly prepared since college became the basis for Xu Yi to be here. He bought this small courtyard, organized the front into a flower shop, and the back is a flower room and living place.

When hyacinths bloom, many people come to buy flowers in the town.

However, during the short flowering period, Xu Yi could not earn much at all.

He has spent two years learning to draw, and he can see remarkable results when he settles down to learn one thing. He has improved little by little. Now, he has become an illustrator and curled up in this small town with peace of mind. festival.

He is really lucky with the concern of his parents and friends, but he is still dissatisfied and unhappy, because he lacks Mo Heng and is too willful, but he never corrects it...

"Boss, I want this pot of red."

Xu Yi's mind was interrupted, he smiled calmly, he was really old, he likes to be in a daze, likes to recall, even though he is not even 30 years old, in some respects he has gone through vicissitudes.

After wrapping up the pot of red hyacinths that the girl with ponytails wanted, Xu Yi sent the person out after exhorting some precautions, and then closed the door of the flower shop.

The smile faded instantly, and Xu Yi leaned against the door and slowly slid down.

Miss you again, what should I do?

The slightly misplaced neckline revealed two knots, one of which was obviously darker in color.

Ever since Mo Heng left, Xu Yi has learned to cry. As an adult, a man, from the very beginning to the present, even if the time is prolonged, he can't completely abandon this almost habitual thing.

Tears dripped down her cheeks, from her collarbone to her chest, and the amulet was wet again.

It wasn't until the sky became dark that Xu Yi slowly stood up.

Entering the greenhouse through the back door, the scent of clusters of hyacinths in bloom was too strong, Xu Yi walked into the small bedroom in the yard in a daze, opened the door and threw himself on the bed.

The wet amulet was pressed against his chest coldly, and Xu Yi closed his eyes wearily.

The insomnia of the past seems to have lost its effectiveness today. Xu Yi feels warm and warm on his body, as if standing under the soft sunshine, lowering his head, holding a bunch of blue hyacinths in his hand, and the same as every time he went to see Mo Heng. exactly the same.

It's just that at this moment, he is standing in the familiar but somewhat unusual greenhouse, and the sliding door makes a 'squeak' sound, who is it?

Xu Yi felt his heart beating fast due to nervousness, and the flower room was quiet and he could hear other people's breathing.

Gentle and familiar, Xu Yi timidly turned around, his originally sad smile seemed to become warmer.

"Xiaoyi, I'm back."

↓such as

↓ fruit

↓喜

↓ Huan

↓BE

↓ please

↓Look

↓This

↓ in

Xu Yi opened his eyes with a strong sense of joy, "Mo Heng!"

Empty room, no one responded.