Every world is crumbling [Quick Transmigration]

He, who was in the position, received a call from the hospital in Country H, and the nurse who called only said a word in a hurry.

Your brother Duan Yanqian was in a car accident.

When Duan Yaosi dropped everything on hand, went to the airport as soon as possible, bought an overnight ticket and flew back to China, and when he arrived at the hospital, it was already the morning of the next day...

He didn't even see the last side.

The passage of time has not taken away the pain of peeling the bones when a loved one died, the pain buried in the bones, after the influence of time, it seems to be more intense and heavier.

At this very moment, the red-eyed Duan Yaosi couldn't breathe.

A pain that almost never appeared in his heart spread rapidly in his mind, occupying every corner of his body in an instant.

The newspaper clippings and photos in his hand slid down weakly, like dead leaves that were abandoned.

The back of the suddenly dropped photo was facing up, and it was only then that Duan Yaosi could see clearly that there was a sentence written on the back of the photo from the very beginning.

Familiar and beautiful handwriting, sincere and straightforward words.

I don't want your protection, I just want you to live well, don't go, don't leave me, I like you, I like you, Yanqian...

Yanqian...

Duan Yanqian...

The simple three words are like a cold sharp knife, which Duan Yaosi looks forward to the most and is the softest. After abandoning the whole world, he can only rest in the heart of that little person and stab it fiercely.

One knife after another, until the sacred world was completely turned into blood-drenched barbarians.

'I bought your favorite blue lilac...'

'I learned your favorite potato...'

'You like to eat, I'm so happy...'

'I'm filming, you will watch it right...'

'Don't go...'

The diary fell from his hand, and fell onto the carpet with a muffled sound.

In the bedroom, Duan Yan Wang, who is known by everyone in Tianyu as having iron-blooded wrists, and Duan Yaosi, who has no human touch in the eyes of countless people, looked at the name so familiar that it was almost engraved in the soul and accompanied him for a lifetime, and covered his face with his hands. , laughed out loud.

For the first time in his life, Duan Yaosi, who was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, understood what it means to be sad into the dust, and what it means to be extremely painful.

After that night, his incomprehension, the various excuses he made for that person, and the ridiculous behavior he just wanted to ignore to make it known to everyone. At this moment, he was given a big slap in the face.

Duan Yanqian, the person he likes is actually Duan Yanqian.

His elder brother, his own brother who died in a car accident ten years ago.

In the rain in the cemetery, I glimpsed the sorrowful confusion from afar.

At the reception, the man looked at his face, obviously in a trance.

For more than half a year, countless dishes have changed, the dish that can never be taken away, just like the dish that my mother would always cook for that person.

I didn't let go when I was unconscious when I was sick, and I confessed tightly.

After being rejected, his eyes were blurred, and he turned back without the slightest nostalgia.

He has always thought that he likes him, he has always thought that he is in love with each other, he has always found an excuse for his refusal that night, in this complete confession, in front of the words printed in front of his eyes, in front of every page of paper, Completely falling apart.

What he loves is never him, the person he looks at is never him, every warm meal is not made for him, the raving in the dream, that sentence of liking is not for him...

That day, when someone held his hands tightly, and when the other party babbled the words "like you", Duan Yaosi felt the joy and satisfaction that rose to the clouds in his heart, then at this moment, it was the sorrow and pain of falling from the clouds to hell .

That person, through him, sees another person, but himself is never in the other person's eyes.

Never...never.

Warm tears overflowed from between the man's fingers, falling on each of the photos one by one, smearing the pen and ink from the familiar but unfamiliar name layer by layer.

Amidst the sound of falling, the diary was soaked with tears, but the ripples that washed away were like some kind of key to unlock the treasure hidden underground for a long time. magic box.

There seems to be something in the brain, it is... a diary, a lot of diaries...

But at this moment, Duan Yaosi obviously doesn't have that curiosity. It's just that he doesn't take the initiative to find curiosity, but it doesn't mean that curiosity won't not take the initiative to find him.

Duan Yaosi, who was immersed in his own world, suddenly felt an extremely severe pain sweeping through every corner of his body.

The sudden pain seemed to overturn and shatter his entire spiritual world.

At this moment, consciousness, flesh and blood, and even the soul were ruthlessly torn apart from the inside out, and completely annihilated from the inside out.

Every time you turn around, it is stuck in your mind, engraved in your heart, and deeply carries the deepest Ling Chi in your soul.

Layer by layer, circle by circle, constantly peeling off, constantly reorganizing, forever