Dangerous situation puzzle

"Xiao Ya, I don't want to say the same thing again, you are no longer a child..." In the experimental class, he and he quarreled again, with the same question and the same answer.

"Brother, you are so cruel."

Feng Ya clutched his heart and looked at him sadly, Ying Xu was like a deep sea, but he was just a small fish, a fish waiting to die in the deep sea.

"Sorry……"

"This is not what I want, you know it, you know it... all I want is you..."

Fengya wanted him, in the past and now.

Yingxu was like a thorny vine deeply piercing into Fengya's heart, and the slightest movement would cause severe pain.

The night is getting colder, and the sycamore trees on both sides of Mingren Street are rustling by the wind.

Fengya squatted on the stone steps, staring at the road in a daze.The street lamps drew his figure into silk threads, groping for the distance like tentacles.

Suddenly, he grinned, and his tired eyes were bloodshot.

Then... leap forward.

This night, Fengya felt the night's creeping wind, and they blew on her face with a biting coldness.

"A promise is a ticket. Even if I catch up on the train, the road will never end."

"You promised me to stay by your side forever, but you drew an impassable line between us, a wall that you said I couldn't cross."

When I woke up, it was still midnight.

Feng Ya found himself lying on the bed, Ying Xu's busy back in the kitchen, slender and straight, pulled the white quilt beside him over his head, and he fell into a deep sleep again.

In the early morning, the warm sunlight enters the house, and the floor-to-ceiling windows reflect a slight dreamy luster.

Yingxu left the house early, the house was very quiet, and the sound of a baby crying could be faintly heard from upstairs.

As usual, Fengya ate the breakfast prepared by Yingxu, a fried egg, a cup of warm milk, a piece of burnt bread, and a thin slice of lemon.

Holding the milk, he recalled what Yingxu once said to himself, "Don't leave me alone, Xiao Ya." He cared about him in his heart, and he knew it.

Even if Yingxu is not in the room now, his fragrance still remains in the air, it is the youthful smell that fascinates Fengya, it is the fragrance of the male hormones that make him difficult to control, he loves everything about him, wants to possess his Everything, whether it is soul or body, he wants to have.

Through the reflection of the glass window, Fengya saw his fair skin and the collarbone of the young man inside the shirt. He stretched out his hand to touch it lightly, and his heart suddenly trembled. He still remembered the softness and warmth of Ying Xu's lips, that feeling was like rebirth.

click...

The dull sound of the keyhole pulled his thoughts back, the door was opened, it was Yingxu.He entered the room with a sachet of medicine, anger lurking in his expression.

"There are medicines in the bag? Didn't you say that you don't care about me?"

Ignoring the teasing in his tone, Ying Xu slammed the door behind him, threw the shopping bag on the table expressionlessly, and the skeleton in his hand jingled.

"How can anyone take care of patients like this?" A slightly teased but aggrieved tone.

"Are you a patient?" Ying Xu glanced at him and ignored him.

"Brother... I can't see."

Even though he knew that he was pretending to be stupid, Yingxu stopped walking towards the bedroom. His face was gloomy, and there was deep regret in his eyes. He felt an indescribable pain in his heart when he was called 'brother'.

Turning around and sitting down, unscrewing the disinfectant, he gently brushed the hair on Fengya's forehead.

Fortunately, the wound is not deep.

"How was the air last night?" Suddenly, Ying Xu asked.

"Well."

"I didn't expect you to roll down from there. I'm ready to collect your body."

"You want me to die that much?"

"That's your choice, I'm not in a position to control it."

"Qualification? You have always used this reason to prevaricate me. Whether you have the qualification is not up to you. Brother, how did you become like this?"

"I haven't changed, but you have changed." Throwing away the blood-soaked cotton swab in his hand, Yingxu took another one out of his bag, with an unchanging indifference on his face.

"I just like you, isn't that okay? You promised to take care of me, haven't you forgotten?" Feng Ya firmly grasped Ying Xu's wrist and asked.

"I'll take care of you, like a brother."

"Yingxu, you bastard!" Feng Ya shook his hand heavily, blood flowed from the wound, staining the corners of his sad eyes and pale cheeks red.

"sorry."

"You are sorry for me, Yingxu, you are really sorry for me!"

"Sorry……"

Perhaps besides apologizing, Yingxu has nothing to say to him.

They have been together for 5 years since they met him.

Fengya's dependence and nostalgia for him envelop him like spring water. His vitality and stubbornness have always been beautiful existences in his eyes, but it is because they are too beautiful that Yingxu dare not touch them.

Happiness was as gorgeous and beautiful as bubbles, but the happier they lived, the clearer their fear became. His soul was bitten, his sanity was eroded, and his life became fragile.

Since you are destined to die, then die completely!Leave no trace, leave no sorrow.

Feng Ya, forgive me...