Reader, you lie down!

Gu Ang pushed open the bathroom door, and the first thing he entered was the sink.

And a shelf above the sink.

And the... small one on the shelf!yellow!duck!

Nima's why there is a plastic yellow duck!Still a whole row!

Gu Ang covered his mouth that was about to die of laughter, and tremblingly walked to the pool.There is nothing else on the shelf except the little yellow duck.The little yellow ducks all look the same, with a bulging body and a flat mouth, and each one is only as big as a palm.Such a row of light-yellow plastic toys together looks so cute!

But...why are the first and second ones just mouth-to-mouth?

Except for the first and second ones who were only facing each other, the others all neatly faced Gu Ang.With a flash of thought, Gu Ang picked up the first little yellow duck and took a look.

The little yellow duck has a name written on its butt!

Gu!hold head high!

Gu Ang was in a mess all of a sudden, and quickly picked up the second little yellow duck.Didn't expect it to say...

kilogram.

Gu Ang's heart trembled.

Kilogram...the one who wrote "Infinite Suspicion"...kilogram? !

Qi Yanke... Qi-yan-ke...

thousand!gram!

Is he... is he the writer...? !

No wonder he met me at the bakery and smiled at me when he saw "Infinite Suspicion" in my hand...

It turns out that he is... the author I have liked for a long time!

Gu Ang held the two little yellow ducklings, he felt his throat was choked, and his heart was full of messy thoughts.He was stunned for a while, and then slowly put the two little yellow ducks back as they were.His heart was still beating wildly, as if his chest was about to be smashed, he jumped in front of Gu Ang and shouted how excited he was now.

This mood... Is it more joy, or more shock?

Or... flattered?

"I want to kiss you a little bit."

Those words echoed in my ears.

Even though it might just be a joke, it still made him... heartbroken.

Gu Ang clutched his chest and took a few deep breaths.He didn't understand what he was thinking, he just felt that there was infinite emotion in his chest, and he wanted to vent it out through something——

"...just kidding." He closed his eyes and said to himself commandingly.

Gu Ang smiled wryly, opened his eyes again, and wanted to leave here.

At this moment, Yu Guang glanced over the trash can beside the pool.

"...!" Gu Ang was stunned for a moment, then slowly squatted down, reached out and took out the thing from the trash can.

It was a little yellow duck exactly like the one on the shelf.

He subconsciously turned the little yellow duck over and saw the name written on it.

Ni An.

"..." Gu Ang was shocked, and immediately got up to look at the other little yellow ducks on the shelf.

Three, four, five... a total of seven.

He looked through them one by one, and sure enough, he found the names of other people.

...does each little yellow duck represent a person?

Ni An would be thrown away because he died?

still is……

Will he die because he was thrown?

Scary thoughts came to mind.Gu Ang froze in place, at a loss.

"Ugh..."

Gu Ang raised his head suddenly, and saw Qi Yanke's aggrieved face in the mirror.Gu Ang was startled, and subconsciously threw Ni An's little yellow duck into the trash can.

"...Ah." Qi Yanke, who heard the noise, looked towards the bathroom.

"..." Gu Ang looked at him, and suddenly felt a strong uneasiness.

——Is he a murderer? Is he a murderer? Is he a murderer...

If he was...would he—kill—me—would—

Qi Yanke walked towards him step by step, touched his nose shyly: "You saw it."

Gu Ang nodded involuntarily, and subconsciously grabbed the edge of the sink: "...um."

Qi Yanke walked up to him, stopped, and tilted his head in surprise: "Huh? Why do you look... so nervous?"

"..."

what to do?What should I say?

Gu Ang was stiff and at a loss, he could only stare blankly at him.

"...Ah, is it because you are shy again?" Qi Yanke suddenly smiled, then opened his arms and hugged him tenderly.

"...?" Gu Ang was stunned.

"Mom is so cute." Qi Yanke leaned against his ear and smiled sweetly.

"..."

"But can you comfort me first?" Qi Yanke pouted, showing an extremely aggrieved look, and said pitifully, "I was severely scolded by the villain Yi Qian!... Woo."

Gu Ang felt that he was hugged tightly, another person's body temperature and the beating sound of another heart came from his chest.That person... might be the murderer...

I don't know why, but I suddenly feel... no...

His body temperature and heartbeat made me feel very at ease.

but……

Gu Ang couldn't help but glance at the little yellow duck in the trash can.

Ni An... who killed it?

... No, in fact, the little yellow duck alone can't explain anything at all.

Gu Ang took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure.

Perhaps it was because Ni An died that he threw the little yellow duck away.After all, when the names of the dead and the living are put together, it will be somewhat...

Am I thinking too much?

If it were me, I would probably do the same?

...Is that so?

Gu Ang took another deep breath and felt himself being hugged tighter.

"Are you still... nervous? Or... annoying?" Qi Yanke leaned on his shoulder, his tone soft and gentle, like a cloud floating leisurely, "If you don't like it... I won't... touch you again .”

What does it mean?

This is too ambiguous...

Gu Ang blushed suddenly.Qi Yanke sighed, and withdrew his hand in frustration.

"...It's okay." Gu Ang's heart trembled, he hugged him subconsciously, and whispered, "It's not...too annoying...it's okay."

"Yeah!" Qi Yanke happily hugged him back, with genuine joy in his eyes.

"..." That kind of joy was slowly conveyed through the close chests of the two, and infected Gu Ang's heart.

...I guess I was thinking too much.

Gu Ang meditated in his heart.

Qi Yanke hugged Gu Ang with a smile, but looked at himself in the mirror.

The person in the mirror looks very happy.

...But the next moment, a dazed look appeared again.

Qi Yanke stared blankly at the person in the mirror, holding the corner of his mouth, trying to laugh.The person in the mirror also laughed.

He watched the smile gradually enlarge, and couldn't help thinking—what is the person in the mirror thinking?What does that look mean?

What is he thinking in his heart?

Finally, as if giving up, he lowered his eyes.

"..." Qi Yanke raised his hand, and adjusted the positions of the two leading little yellow ducks on the shelf.

The flat beaks of the two little yellow ducks touched each other.

He looked at the two ducklings, a little lost in thought, so he leaned on Gu Ang's shoulder and sniffed his breath gently.

It feels very warm, like the sun is shining.Gu Ang's body always makes him feel very warm, and he can't help but want to get closer.

He suddenly had an urge to keep hugging like this.

So he took a step back and slowly stood up straight.

"..." Gu Ang's face flushed a little, and he looked at him with a little embarrassment.

Qi Yanke touched his nose and showed a shy smile: "Go down? Haven't finished breakfast yet."

Only then did Gu Ang remember that Wei Miao and the others were still waiting downstairs, he let out a low cry, and ran out quickly.

"...Ah." Qi Yanke looked at his flustered back, and had to put down the hand that was about to be raised.He touched his nose helplessly, and murmured rather disappointedly, "I wanted to hold your hand...so I escaped."

He shook his head, and suddenly showed a gentle smile again.

"Forget it, the future will be long."

The author has something to say:

Knife: Tsk tsk tsk, young man, your heart is moving~~~ Gu Ang: >///< You didn't force it!Knife:==Nonsense, damn you don’t fall in love with him and let me write about it next?Really write suspense reasoning?Gu Ang: Obviously it is your own reasoning that you want to write!Blame me now!Knife: -- grass, then I will kill the kilogram in the next chapter, and you can suspense and reason alone.Gu Ang: =0=!You are paralyzed! ! !Qi Yanke: 0.0 Are you sure you want to kill me?Are you sure you want to kill one of your few loving characters?knife:. . .Qi Yanke: Without me in 0.0, how do you explain the foreshadowing you planted earlier?Relying on Xiaobenguang alone?Relying on being glamorous, noble and modest?Or rely on that uncle cheese who only has French baguettes in his head?knife:. . .Gu Ang: --Small, little stupid...Yi Qian: -_,-haha, glamorous and noble...Uncle Cheese: == Why is it about French baguettes...Knife:...Enough!If it continues, the small theater will be longer than the main text!Audience: Obviously you played high by yourself, okay? =w=Thanks for the girls Ray.Bow deeply!