I want to have a relationship with you

too long.

Obviously, the journey of several floors is too long.

Holding the key in his hand, Su Jingming brushed past the keyhole several times, the more impatient he was, the more trembling his hands became.

Wen Yan who was standing behind had no intention of helping him, Su Jingming didn't know how long he tried, and finally inserted the key into the keyhole, turned the lock cylinder and opened the door.

Su Jingming was slightly taken aback, the door opened a gap, from his angle, he could only see a corner of the living room.He was sweating profusely, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead. As soon as he let go of the door, the door was blown by the wind, opening a crack enough for an adult to walk sideways.

Su Jingming's hands stopped, and he stood in front of the door in a daze, taking a full view of the familiar living room. There were wine bottles and cigarette butts all over the floor, and there was a musty smell in the air.

After Su Qicheng jumped off the building, except for the police who came up to investigate, no one set foot in this place again.There are still traces of Su Qicheng's existence here.

Su Jingming took a deep breath, he couldn't believe everything in front of him, and his temples began to hurt suddenly.

He hissed and pressed his fingers to his temples, his eyes full of horror.

Wen Yan said at this moment: "Did you remember something?"

His voice was not gentle, but rather cold.

Su Jingming didn't answer him, and walked into the house on his own.Every step he took was a huge test for his body and mind, and many pictures seemed to flash in his mind, which made it difficult for him to accept for a while.

"Su Jingming, you look just like your mother!!"

"Stop hitting, Dad, stop hitting."

"Cry, why don't you cry!"

"If it wasn't for the sake of you being my son, I would have killed you long ago."

"It's all your fault, why are you so good, why don't you die?"

"Su Jingming, why don't you die."

"Jingming, Dad loves you..."

Su Jingming's breathing gradually became short of breath. He put his left hand on the dining table beside him, and his right hand tightly covered his forehead.

"Stop talking..." Su Jingming said with a hoarse voice, "You don't love me at all..."

I don't know who to say this to.

Seeing him like this, Wen Yan trapped himself in an endless abyss.He wanted to stretch out his hand to pull it, but Su Jingming threw it away forcefully, "Don't touch me."

His eyes were scarlet, and there was a forbearance in his eyes that Wen Yan had never seen before.The figure was wobbly, as if it would fall in the next second.

Wen Yan endured the heart-piercing pain, the corners of his eyes were flushed, and he couldn't speak a word for a long time.

Su Jingming seemed to be still in the abyss, his brain seemed to be split open, and the pain was unbearable.He firmly grasped the corner of the dining table, the words in his ears and the images flashing in his mind became clearer and clearer.

Suddenly, he looked to a corner of the living room.

It was as if he saw Su Qicheng punching and kicking his young self.

His mouth was full of begging for mercy, which made his whole body stop.

Su Jingming rushed forward subconsciously, and the picture in front of him disappeared immediately.

Turning around next, Su Jingming saw his teenage self being slapped hard by Su Qicheng.

The crisp slap sound was particularly harsh in the living room.

Su Jingming didn't cry or make a fuss, Su Qicheng held the wine bottle in his hand, with a look of hating iron but not steel, "It's all your fault! Everything is your Su Jingming's fault!!!"

From the beginning to the end, Su Jingming still hadn't figured out what was wrong with him.

Su Jingming's eyes were flushed, it was obvious that he was hit on the body, but he couldn't feel any pain.

Turning around again, he saw Su Qicheng sitting on the sofa, pouring himself strong alcohol, holding a photo of Su Jingming when he was young, stroking his fingers again and again, and muttering incessantly, " I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was wrong, I was wrong."

When he got here, Su Jingming no longer wanted to argue about whether he was right or wrong.

He wanted to open his mouth to say something, Su Qicheng who was sitting on the sofa took a puff of cigarette, stood up and walked to the window.

Without the slightest hesitation, he jumped out of the window.

Then, screams and horns sounded.

Su Jingming fell to the ground, covering his face with his hands, tears streaming from the cracks.

Wen Yan squatted behind his back, patting his back lightly, "It's all over."

Hearing his voice, Su Jingming seemed to be crying more fiercely, almost unable to suppress his own crying.

He remembered.

Thinking of how Su Qicheng was lying in a pool of blood, looking at him with wide eyes.

There was more and more blood under his feet, even trying to drown him.

Thinking of that day, he walked home with full of expectations and fantasies.

It was too late to call Su Qicheng "Dad."

It was too late to tell Su Qicheng that he had someone he liked very much, and he wanted to share with him his only luck in the past few years.

It's too late...

How long has Su Jingming been crying, and how long has Wen Yan comforted him behind him.

Until his crying gradually subsided, he still didn't let go of his hand covering his face, and shouted in a muffled voice: "Wen Yan."

"I'm here."

He had waited too long for this gentle word.

In just one month, it seems like more than ten years have passed.

Su Jingming sniffed, he didn't know where to start.

It was Wen Yan who spoke first: "Will you blame me?"

"No." Su Jingming shook his head, "It's too late for me to thank you, how can I blame you."

People always have to learn to accept.

It was Wen Yan who illuminated his world little by little, and it was Wen Yan who led him out of the abyss little by little.

Maybe Wen Yan didn't know, but he had already done it, became Su Jingming's light, and was inseparable from him.

Wen Yan pulled him up, Su Jingming staggered and leaned against Wen Yan's body, he glanced around the messy house, he pursed his lips, Su Qicheng's departure seemed like yesterday.

Su Jingming bent down and picked up the wine bottles scattered at his feet.A thick layer of dust had already accumulated on the ground. He wrinkled his nose and took out the broom to clean it up bit by bit.

During the period, Wen Yan wanted to help, but Su Jingming just shook his head silently at him.

The dusk outside the window gradually faded, replaced by night.

It was nearly one o'clock in the morning when Su Jingming finished cleaning the house.He subconsciously rubbed his sore wrist, and the appearance of the house returned to its original appearance.

Su Jingming stood there in a daze for a long time, and he didn't speak for a long time, his voice was very hoarse, "Wen Yan, you said I cleaned this place, will he be happy?"

"meeting."

"Su Qicheng is a man, after all, he can be regarded as raising me." Su Jingming wanted to raise the corners of his mouth, and wanted to say in the most relaxed tone, "Since my mother left, he has changed a lot, so big that I can't understand When I grow up, I feel like it's not a big deal... Hey, Wen Yan, the house is cleaned this time, and it won't be messed up again in the future."

Yes, it will never be messed up again.

No more wine bottles and cigarette butts all over the floor.

There will be no bad smell in the air.

This should be something that makes people happy, but they can't be happy anyway.

Su Jingming and Wen Yan walked out of the residential building, and the sky full of stars was extraordinarily dazzling.The quiet long alley always exudes a sense of mystery at night.Their fingers are intertwined, and the dim street lights elongate their figures, hiding in the shadows.

Su Jingming was much more relaxed than before when he left the residential building. He took a deep breath and asked Wen Yan, "Where are you going now?"

Wen Yan raised his eyebrows, "I don't know." He paused again, "Do you want to go back?"

Cheng Hui made many phone calls to remind her, but Wen Yan didn't tell Su Jingming.

When Su Jingming thought of going back to that place, where Cheng Hui was still there, he felt uncomfortable.

He is obviously the closest person, but Su Jingming has unconscious resistance from the bottom of his heart.

Wen Yan: "Auntie is going to take you away, what do you think?"

He held Su Jingming's hand slightly, trying to tie him tightly to his side.

Su Jingming: "What else can I think? Of course I don't agree. She walked away quickly and neatly before. Now that I'm not sick or in pain, can you still limit me?"

"Well, yes."

"Besides, doesn't it make her uncomfortable to bring me by her side?" Su Jingming said lightly, his tone was too ordinary and calm, as if he was talking about an unimportant matter.

Wen Yan couldn't describe how he felt when he heard Su Jingming say this.

Sour and numb, mixed with bitterness.

His little hero, after all, was disappointed to speak out so calmly.

Seeing that he didn't reply for a long time, Su Jingming gently rubbed Wen Yan's palm with his fingertips.Wen Yan looked down at him, his eyes were so deep that they wanted to sink him in.

"Su Jingming." Wen Yan called him in a low voice.

"Ok?"

"A kiss?"

Without waiting for Su Jingming's response, Wen Yan lowered his head and kissed Su Jingming.

At this moment, Su Jingming's mind was so blank that he even forgot his own name.The ear is accompanied by rapid breathing and his low hoarse voice.

Wen Yan's kiss was just like other people's, very gentle and easily intoxicated.

Su Jingming's head was dazed by his kiss, and his brain exploded like fireworks.

His clumsy response made Wen Yan deepen the kiss.

Wen Yan didn't let go of the person in his arms until he was almost out of breath, looking at him with reddened eyes and slightly aggrieved expression.

He chuckled twice, took Su Jingming's hand, and put on the gift he had prepared earlier in the morning.

The left middle finger was covered with a cold ring, and it didn't take long for him to catch his temperature.

Su Jingming looked at the silver ring in his hand and was a little dazed, "Wen Yan, I didn't expect you to play this game?"

"Yeah." Wen Yan rubbed his hair twice, not knowing when he was wearing the same ring on his left middle finger. "Happy birthday, my hero."

Happy belated birthday, belated Su Jingming.

Happy birthday, I want you to be happy forever.

Su Jingming's heart was sore right now, he subconsciously grabbed Wen Yan's hand, raised his eyes and asked him seriously: "Wen Yan, do you want another kiss?"

Wen Yan was slightly taken aback, holding Su Jingming's hand tighter and tighter. He didn't expect Su Jingming to make such a request. He bent his eyebrows, lowered his head and kissed Su Jingming's lips lightly, and then the kiss came again. It fell into Su Jingming's ear, "Don't hook me."

The author has something to say:

Su Jingming: My mother put away the knife

Wen Yan: Give it back

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