Dude with little heart and innocent little warm boy

The body in his arms stopped moving, Xia Xicai raised his eyes to look at the dark sunset outside the window, those eyes carried deep feelings, he said,

"Xiao Mu, before I met you, I thought that love was superfluous to me, but because of you, I know love. From the first time I saw you, I knew that you were the one I wanted, I want to stay with you for the rest of my life, no matter how good or bad the ending is, you will never disappear from my world, if you need someone to hold you in your hands for the rest of your life, that person can only be me, and it must be me."

The moment the voice fell, everything was silent, and Mu Nuanyang felt that he could clearly hear his own heartbeat and suppressed emotions.

The corners of the eyes are moist, accompanied by many emotions: sweetness, grievance, pain, and complaints.

Pulling away the silent boy, Xia Xi saw Mu Nuanyang who was crying, crying silently, even though it was silent, it still pierced Xia Xi's heart like a stab.

It was his paranoia that made the two of them waste so long.

It was his selfishness that made the pure boy suffer for so long.

Xia Xi is like Xu Mi's sunflower:

Walking in a deserted alley with a dilapidated fate, the unbearable style of painting pierced his clothes.

Mu Nuanyang is like the warm sunshine:

Sunflower faces the sun, stumbles, but is unstoppable. He gazes at the hope of redemption and whispers silent love.

He said: "Last time, I couldn't speak, but this time I want to express well, you are my eternal sunshine."

In Xiaxi's heart, Mu Nuanyang is the sunshine that shines on him to redeem him.

Hearing this, the boy could no longer suppress all his emotions, and he held on to Xia Xi's clothes tightly and cried loudly, his grievance, his pain, and his youthful love.

Until she was tired from crying, Mu Nuanyang leaned against the man and sobbed in a low voice, and Xia Xi didn't speak, just stroking Mu Nuanyang's back to comfort her.

Nuan Yang calmed down and bit her lip, looked up at the man's handsome face, didn't know how to express it for a moment, her cheeks started to burn red, she turned her head awkwardly and leaned against his arms, just not looking into his eyes.

Looking at the boy's moist eyes, Xia Xi couldn't help but feel his heart throbbing, and kissed Mu Nuanyang's lips domineeringly.

"En." Mu Nuanyang was a little flustered by his sudden movement, he didn't react in a daze, he opened his mouth subconsciously, and his lips met and fused.

Xia Xi closed his eyes, sniffing the air in Mu Nuanyang's mouth, allowing him to inhale the smell of missing him day and night for so long, as if he wanted to tear him apart and eat him.

The two kissed for a long time, until Mu Nuanyang was out of breath and then let him go, the sweet taste in the mouth has been intertwined to the bottom of my heart.

This child is as pure and clear as a lake.

Seeing the boy's blushing face, Xia Xi felt satisfied, "Xiao Mu, I want to know what you think."

He wasn't sure if the boy could still love him as much after this hurt.

Mu Nuanyang looked at Xia Xi with his eyes, and the smile he raised was imprinted in Xia Xi's heart, like the gentleness of catkins in a spring breeze at night, and the cool and sweetness like a summer day.

The blinking eyes are more dazzling than the bright stars, until 50 years later, Xia Xi always sees love in his eyes whenever he thinks about it.

Mu Nuanyang said: "As long as the ending is with you, I don't care how much the process hurts."

A sentence that is both distressing and touching is Mu Nuanyang's attachment to his relationship with Xia Xi.

It's as paranoid as Xia Xi said "No matter the ending is good or bad, you can't disappear from my world".

A few words of love, full of admiration.

When Xia Xi looked through Mu Nuanyang's diary many years later, he saw this article:

January 2016, 1, was an ordinary and ordinary day, not a holiday, and was never missed by others. I think, one day after many years, I will still be grateful for this day, because on this day, we are together.

Once again, the eyes of him who had already passed his thirties were red.