love is eternal

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Title: Love Is Eternal

Author: Yuan Ruohan

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Fang Yan didn't know that there was no poisonous snake in his heart, the poisonous snake was in the chest of his relatives.There are no thorns in his yard, and the thorns are all over the life of his lover.

Black-bellied Big Bad Wolf X Innocent Little Lion

Tags: rebirth with a soft spot

Search keywords: Protagonist: Fang Yan, Claude┃Supporting role: ┃Others:

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☆, wedding

On the day when the Three Kings came to pay homage, it snowed heavily all night, with a depth of half a meter.Many beautiful icicles froze out of the glass windows, shining under the light, giving people the illusion of being in a fairy tale kingdom.

At [-]:[-] in the morning, the sky was still pitch black, and the wind blew violently, making the window frames vibrate and making continuous noises.Street lights shone in through the white curtains, leaving some abstract halos on the ceiling, as if time and space were distorted together, making everything appear extremely unreal.The wall clock on the wall beeped at a constant speed, Fang Yan took a breath, and opened his eyes on time like every day in the past, but the giant koala that was usually clingy was nowhere to be seen.

"Claude?" He called out in doubt. His lover, who always spoke sweet words and loved to wrap his limbs around him, was not here today.

He stretched out his hand, and the other half of the cold bed was empty.

By the way, not only today, he hasn't come back for several days...

Claude, the name echoed repeatedly in his mind, Fang Yan felt dizzy, his head hurt, and even his temples were throbbing violently.The unexplained nausea made him very uncomfortable, his chest was oppressed as if being oppressed, and he had difficulty breathing.He sat quietly for a while, but failed to relieve the incongruity in his body, and finally rushed to the bathroom to retch, but only spit out some slightly acidic gastric juice.He stood by the toilet, almost digging out his lungs and scratching his throat. However, he hadn't eaten for several days, so he couldn't spit out anything else anyway.

Bitterness spread in his mouth, and he slumped powerlessly on the floor, feeling unprecedented despair.

The surrounding area was terribly quiet, except for uneasy breathing.After a long time, the phone in the living room rang cheerful music, which was the wedding march set by Claude when he was joking.

He always said: "Listen to this beautiful music, my dear, don't make a face, your strings are too tight, why don't you let yourself relax a little. What, you say I am ridiculous? No, no, You never know what I mean, every time someone calls us, I can fantasize about standing in a church with you and have a sacred marriage. Please, don't stare at me with garbage eyes, don't I Your lover? Well, I know you don't want people to know about our relationship, but I've always hoped that one day you'd be honest about it and proudly say - 'Look, it's me My dear love!' Damn it, I know it's impossible, but I can't help but fantasize about wishing you loved me as much as I love you."

Unlike the strict Fang Yan, Claude never seems to think with his brain.He has a clear love and hate, acts on instinct, and never thinks about the consequences.

"Claude, what exactly do you want?" The bell rang for a long time, and finally turned into an answering machine. A man said something intermittently, his voice was very low.Fang Yan was dizzy, couldn't hear clearly, and wasn't in the mood to discern.He rested his head on the white tiles in painful silence.

Finally, he mustered up the courage to walk to the sink, endured the pain in his heart, and began to tidy up.

Washing has become a torture, because the person's things are still in good condition everywhere, clamoring wildly about their existence.

His toothbrush is always close to his own, the horizontal towel still has traces of the spilled juice from the last time, the duckling for bathing is a bit old; by the way, the slippers on the bathroom window sill have not been brought in, and the non-slip mat He didn't like the pattern either, and two of the ornaments on the door were missing...

Fang Yan covered his head in pain, Claude's breath permeated everywhere, and he could associate his bright smile with anything.

"Claude, if you see me now, you will definitely say: 'Look at you, you look like a beggar!'" Calling the name again, Fang Yan looked at himself in the mirror blankly, with a blank expression on his face. Bloody, with two dark circles under his eyes, and stubble all over his face.What words should be used to describe this face, tired?Haggard?decadent?It doesn't seem to be, maybe it's more appropriate to die in pain, but he won't admit it.

Standing like this, he suddenly felt heart palpitations.The heart seemed to be grasped by a hand, exerting force slowly, but did not give a fatal blow for a long time, it was in severe and continuous pain: "But you are dead, how ridiculous!"

He laughed wildly, out of breath, and repeated nervously: "Claude, you are dead, you coward!"

After two or three minutes of madness, he finally calmed down and returned to his usual expressionless face.

Fang Yan doesn't like to show his feelings, and he doesn't allow himself to lose his composure. He's sad, but that's it.After that, he brushed and washed carefully, applied shaving foam to his face, and shaved off his messy beard little by little.He looked directly at himself in the mirror, as if he saw Claude as before, with messy hair, hugging him from behind with sleepy eyes, and said softly, "Good morning, dear Yan."

Claude has a loud voice and loves to chatter nonsense. As soon as he got home, he would sit cross-legged on the sofa and play video games. The crumbs of snacks were scattered on the carpet and he did not clean it.Fang Yan thinks he is noisy, but now, he feels this house is so lonely.

People are really strange creatures. They never know how to cherish them when they have them. Once they lose them, they feel that the world has collapsed, and they are at a loss.

"It's okay, everything will be fine." After taking care of everything, Fang Yan stood in front of the closet and chose the clothes to wear today. Such a solemn occasion must be more orthodox.A black suit is a must, and the tie should not be too fancy. Just take the pair of dark blue cufflinks. Claude likes blue and calls it the color of freedom.

Before closing the closet door, his eyes fell on the coat hanging in the corner again.

The blue and white sports jacket, with blood stains on the sleeves that cannot be washed off, and the head of the God of War and the words MARS printed on the chest, is the uniform of the team that Claude belongs to.This is the jersey he wore to his first Dakar Rally years ago, and it's no longer in print.That time, as the youngest but most promising driver in the team, he suffered a crushing defeat due to lack of racing experience and an excellent navigator.

Not only did he not get any rankings, he did not even enter the African division.

Regrettably, after being drunk, Claude slammed on the glass door frantically, getting blood on his hands, and vowed to win the Dakar Rally championship one day!

This blood-stained team uniform has become a witness and has been kept.

Memories lingered in his mind, Fang Yan stood there for a long time, feeling his eyes were sore.He held up the blood-stained sleeve and kissed it reverently, but the tears never fell.

It's no big deal that Claude is dead and I'm alive.

He said to himself, yes, it's no big deal...

He opened the window for ventilation, and a gust of cold wind blew in. He shivered, but his mind became much clearer.In winter in Munich, it is still dark at eight in the morning. This kind of cold season with short days and long nights makes Fang Yan, who grew up in southern China, especially uncomfortable.Even though he has lived in Germany for ten years, he still misses the warm winter in the gentle southwestern town and his hometown where the seasons are like spring.

And now, what he can't forget is the embrace of his lover.

Without the warmth from Claude, without hearing his annoying declaration of enthusiasm, without his mischievous entanglement, Fang Yan felt a chill from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.This desperation made him feel chills all over his body, and even his bone marrow froze.

The morning news of the sports station is live broadcasting the sixth day of the Dakar Rally. The camera sweeps across the ready-to-go team and stays on the MARS motorcyclist for a few seconds.They are still in Chile, and today's journey is Calama-Iquique, the shortest race day in the regular season, and the track that Claude is most looking forward to.

Unfortunately, he will never be able to experience it himself.

"The MARS team did not give up the race after losing their best driver. Perhaps only the championship trophy is eligible to be their last gift to Claude, and it is also the only way to mourn." The female reporter with blond curly hair said very Beautiful, but also very sensational, with big blue eyes still glistening with tears.She stated several times that she was a loyal fan of Claude, and she still couldn't accept this ending, which made people sigh.

"... This is undoubtedly a huge loss... Claude's body will arrive in Germany today... We feel very sad and sorry..." The team's spokesperson announced everything formulaically, and Fang Yan was very disappointed by the emotionless statement sad.

He watched it for a while, turned off the TV, and began to listen to the message on the answering machine.

His thoughts went back to the afternoon a few days ago, on December 12st, he remembered very clearly that day was the tenth anniversary of their acquaintance, and he proposed to Claude who was preparing for the game in Argentina to break up.Before the overwhelmed lover made a move to keep him, he cut off all contact methods and prepared to leave this place and start a new life.

Although gay marriage in Germany is legalized and the society is relatively tolerant, Fang Yan still doesn't want anyone to know about their relationship, which has become the biggest stumbling block between them.

In fact, Fang Yan is not without feelings. He has love for Claude and cares about this man who is full of fighting spirit like a lion. You can confess to your lover that estrangement makes the road under their feet farther and farther away.Many times he would wonder how a killer like him who lives in the dark, a sinner whose soul is blackened, should face Claude who is as hot as the sun, and confess to him that he is actually an existence with dirty hands covered in blood ?

He couldn't find a way out, and finally chose to let go.

Fang Yan knew that for each other, for the ordinary life he longed for, and for Claude's peaceful and safe life in the future, he had to cut everything here and leave without any regrets.

And this kind of determination has caused today's tragedy...

"Yan, please, answer the phone, let's talk!" Called out the message number 31 on the answering machine. After he proposed to break up, Claude made countless calls.He listened to the familiar voice quietly, as if he was still by his side.

"Honey, stop making trouble, answer the phone quickly..."

"Oh, damn it, you're killing me..."

"What did I do wrong? Tell me it's just a joke, don't scare me, you know I love you..."

"Answer the phone, please, I have a lot to say to you..."

"Is it because of the competition, I know, I can't be with you at this time of year, I'm sorry..."

"Come on, I'm going crazy..."

"If you really don't like the way I choose to live, I can change myself, I can get a decent job and never compete again..."

"Yan, have you looked at the gift in the second drawer in the bedroom? Please take a look before making a decision, just take a look, okay..."

"I have decided to withdraw from the competition, but the ticket to return home will have to wait for three days at the earliest. Anyway, let's meet and talk, and don't make a rash decision... Yan, before that, you must go to see the gift..." This is his The last message was at 23:57, surrounded by crazy crowds welcoming the new year.

Claude told him in a loud voice that he must go and see the gift, which seemed very important.Then there was a harsh collision sound, accompanied by all kinds of noise, the sound stopped abruptly!

He rewinds the recording again and listens to the last message over and over again, the last words of his life.

That night, in order to celebrate the New Year and the good results of the next day's game, the MARS players had a carnival in a bar.But Claude was sullen and couldn't lift his spirits.He seemed restless and avoided the noisy crowd to call Fang Yan, and the accident just happened.He was standing under a building when the billboard that had been in disrepair for a long time suddenly fell to the ground. He was so disturbed that he didn't respond and died on the spot...

These were reported in the news after the fact, and they called it a terrible accident.

After Fang Yan got the news, he frantically called him, hoping that all this was just a prank, just a small means to save him.

But he is really dead!

Rewinding the tape again, Fang Yan turned his attention to the gift that Claude repeatedly emphasized. What is that?He went back to the bedroom and found an exquisite velvet box in a drawer, with a pink card attached, which read in awkward Chinese: When you are old, your hair is gray, and you are sleepy and dozing by the stove.

Please take down this poem,

Read slowly, recalling the softness of eyes in the past;

Recall the heavy shadows of their past.

How many people have loved your youthful and joyful days,

Admire your beauty, fake or sincere.

Only one loves your pilgrim soul;

Love your old face, your painful wrinkles;

Love the sadness on your aging face too...

Chinese is too difficult for him, but it can be seen that he worked hard to write every stroke and put his heart and soul into it.On the other side, there are also square Chinese characters - Yan, I love you, marry me!

Anguish struck, Fang Yan couldn't breathe, and his hands and feet became stiff.

His heart contracted uncontrollably, he felt dizzy as if he had insufficient blood supply, and his ears were buzzing. He could feel all the changes in his body, every cell was beating, and every trace of pain was unforgettable.He took a deep breath, opened the cloth box with trembling hands, and there was a ring lying inside.It has a simple shape and no precious gems, but the pattern is quite unique, and the initials of the two people are engraved inside the ring.

This romantic guy would leave him a surprise even after he died.

Fang Yan smiled, and put the ring on his ring finger, which fit very well.He tried to adjust his breathing and calm himself down.He lowered his head and kissed the ring, with a special gleam in his eyes: "Claude, are you willing to become a partner with Fang Yan, no matter poverty or wealth, no matter health or disease, you will join hands hand in hand until death?"

"I would." He held his head up, playing the part of the dead lover.

"Fang Yan, are you willing to become a partner with Claude, whether you are poor or rich, whether you are healthy or sick, you will stay hand in hand until death?" He paused, with a devout expression, and solemnly replied: "I am willing !"

The author has something to say: opening demining:

1. It is not guaranteed that all the protagonists in the article are from the same place, please be cautious when entering the clean party.

2. This is a counter-offensive article, not a mutual attack. Fang Yan has a strong aura. Once Claude is suppressed, he will get the bottom of it.

3. There are very few plots in the rally race, and most of the time is spent cultivating feelings, which is not a sports competition.

PS：三王来朝节是1月6号，达喀尔开赛是1月1号，克劳德是12月31号凌晨死的。

☆, reunion

There was no priest to witness this simple wedding, no flowers and wine, no blessings from the guests, and even one less groom, but these are not important anymore.

"If you hadn't died, maybe I could have lived my own life, married a beautiful wife, given birth to healthy and lovely children, lived and died like ordinary people, and ended my life. But with you gone, I can't ignore all of this. I always I was thinking that if I didn't call you, you would definitely be alive and maybe come back with a championship trophy. Speeding in the desert, standing on the podium and enjoying the victory is the life you dream of, not Lying in the cold ground and sleeping forever." Fang Yan spoke this monologue slowly, word by word.

Then he stood up, grooming himself for the last time, looking very composed.

"I thought I didn't love you enough, but in fact I was wrong." Looking around, with a farewell look: "We have known each other for ten years, but the real time we have been together is only two years."

"It's really stupid to part with you." He took out a pistol from the drawer, slowly raised his right hand, and said only one sentence: "I love you too!"

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On the day when the Three Kings came to court, there was heavy snow, and a driver who died in an accident would be buried on this day.He had many friends, and everyone was sad, but the most important one didn't come.When Claude's body arrived in Germany, no one expected that his lover had shot himself in the temple, and the blood stained the bed sheet.

In the quiet neighborhood, an ambulance screamed piercingly, and medical personnel broke in. Fang Yan closed his eyes, with a smile on his face, and had been dead for a long time...

There is a classic line in the movie "The Mummy Returns" - death is just the beginning!

Fang Yan is an atheist and never believes in heaven or hell, but at the moment when his life ended, this sentence came to his mind.I can't just die like this, obviously there are still many things to do, there are still too many things to say, and there are still unfulfilled wishes...

In this life, he has made countless choices, fought hard, won victories, and suffered crushing defeats; he has resorted to unscrupulous means for his own interests, and even brought unwarranted killings; Much; the darkness flattened his spirit, made him forget the beauty of the past, abandon his beliefs, and exile his dreams.

But these are not important anymore, the unspoken love for Claude is the pain that cannot be healed in the heart, the sadness that can never be let go.If life can be repeated, he will definitely give up everything, spend every difficult day and night by his side, enjoy the most ordinary but happy every day, and cherish the little things they get along with each other!

These are the revolving lanterns of Fang Yan when he was dying. The silhouettes of his life pass by quickly, and each frame is an important memory.

He felt that his body became as light as a feather, gradually breaking away from the original body, transforming from a flesh and blood body to another form.He was floating in the air, looking down at his corpse silently, only then did he realize the existence of the soul.If there is an afterlife, is there really judgment and reincarnation?A suicide cannot enter heaven, so does he also lose the chance to see Claude for the last time?

Before he had time to think, glaring white light hit from all directions, covering the sky and covering the sky, making people unable to open their eyes.

After spinning around for a while, he finally had the feeling of returning to the real world from the unreal void, and the various functions of his body were gradually recovering.

What first appeared was a dull pain from the back of the head, followed by numbness in the fingertips, as if all strength had been drained, and the whole body was limp and weak.In a daze, he heard a lot of footsteps, and someone shouted urgently: "Is there a doctor here? This person has fainted, and he needs help!"

It was very noisy around, there seemed to be a lot of people, all speaking English, which is rare in Germany where mother tongue is very important.

"Let me come, I have studied nursing. Please give me a blanket, and candy or chocolate, I think he may have hypoglycemia symptoms." Fang Yan's feeling was not lost.He heard a young woman talking, and then warm hands unbuttoned his collar, turning his head to one side.After that, she opened his eyelids to check and rubbed his limbs. The soft blanket quickly raised his body temperature.

Hypoglycemia?

Countless question marks popped up in Fang Yan's head. Could it be that the current medical science is so advanced that even a bullet through the skull can save a person's life?He opened his eyes, regained his vision after a brief blur, and looked around. This is not a hospital, but an airport.

Seeing that he was awake, the enthusiastic lady who rescued him just now brought hot cocoa, forced him to drink a cup, and ate a lot of energy-enhancing food.

"Young man, you fainted, but it's not a big problem. You should eat on time, especially in such a cold season, you must take good care of yourself. Once people start to feel hungry, they will feel very cold, so you must eat." The passengers also showed concern at the right time. A white-haired old man handed over a delicious-looking sandwich. Fang Yan instinctively refused. He didn't like to accept favors from others.

"My grandmother thought that helping others would help her go to heaven, so you can't refuse a kind gift from an old man. Come, eat it quickly, it's all handmade and doesn't contain genetically modified ingredients." The big boy standing next to him had a kind face Smiling, he stuffed the sandwich into his hand.Fang Yan was caught off guard by this amiable enthusiasm, but it was the word heaven that really caused headaches.The fact that a suicide victim who should have been lying in a morgue is now sitting intact in a sprawling modern airport is just ridiculous.Except for the word resurrection from the dead, he couldn't understand what was happening before his eyes.

Many passengers are stranded here, and the broadcast repeats over and over again that all flights are canceled due to bad weather. The last sentence is always London International Airport wishing you a pleasant journey.

"I'm in England?" Fang Yan murmured to himself, while the young girl next to him snickered, "Otherwise, do you think this is outer space?"

"Damn it, just tell me when I can take off. I have a wife and children at home, and they are waiting for me to go back to celebrate the New Year, but you bastards want me to celebrate the New Year in the terminal!" Fang Yan was about to say something, His train of thought was interrupted by a quarrel.

Not far away, a middle-aged man had a hot temper and was furious at the staff.

"I have been stranded for two days. Everyone is in a bad mood. I don't know when I will be able to go home. If I were to give birth at the airport, I would definitely go crazy. I can't let this poor little guy be born in the waiting room." The pregnant woman in the back row stroked her belly with her hands. Although she complained, her eyes were very gentle, and her tone was similar to being coquettish.Her husband said a few words of reassurance as a matter of course, and turned to Fang Yan and said, "Friend, how are you? You scared us all just now."

"I'm fine, thank you." Fang Yan felt uncomfortable being cared by so many people, he bowed his head in thanks, his eyes were attracted by the newspaper on the seat.

Bold in bold, with lots of photos, a stunning actress is being mourned.Even if he is not interested in entertainment news, he knows that this actress is one of the best Hollywood stars in the 30s. She has made countless classic films and won many awards. She is regarded as an immortal goddess by the world.

But she should have died many years ago...

This London Evening Standard of December 2000, 12 still exudes the smell of fresh ink, and the paper is also resilient, and it must not have been stored for ten years.

"Is this today's newspaper?" After getting an affirmative answer, Fang Yan was shocked, and also thought of a word from the date on the upper right corner - back in time!

Perhaps only in this way can all doubts be answered.

He finally understood why he wasn't dead and showed up at London airport intact.Because all this is not happening now, but in the past.

Ten years ago, he was stranded at the airport for four days in a snowstorm from London to Berlin when an idiot knocked him over and spilled hot coffee all over his pants.After the guy apologized in a hurry, he took the wrong suitcase, which almost delayed Fang Yan's important business.He still remembered what the man looked like, tall, with a mess of blond hair.Although the face is handsome, the clothes are very cheap and tasteless, and the well-trimmed beard also gives people the illusion of a little boy trying to pass himself off as an adult.

This blond idiot was Claude who was still very young at the time.

"Claude!" Clenching the newspaper in his hand, the name always made his heart beat faster.

He breathed heavily like he couldn't breathe, and even his fingertips were trembling. An impulse broke out in his body, rushed from his limbs to his brain, and finally spread throughout his body.He looked up and looked at the overwhelming whiteness through the glass window, and his thoughts returned to the days before the suicide.The afternoon when he received the news of Claude's death, it was also the same heavy snow. He pressed his forehead against the glass window in pain, and beat the wall with his hands to vent his almost collapsed emotions.

But now, he still has hope and the ability to change everything and rewrite the tragic ending.

Claude will not die, and neither will he!

Snowflakes are falling one after another, contrary to the noise inside, the outside world is sleeping in silence.

He stared at the color that can cleanse the soul for a long time, trying to calm himself down.One thing has to be determined now, is this a daydream, or is there some unexplainable miracle happening?

Although he was dizzy by the sudden situation, he was not panicked to the point of losing his mind, so he knew very well that if he asked others if this was the world ten years ago, they would definitely be regarded as mentally ill.Fang Yan decided to find the answer by himself. He walked into the bathroom and stood in front of the wall mirror for a long time.In the mirror, his skin was tight. Compared with ten years later, he was not only much younger, but also full of vigor.At that time, he was only 22 years old, which was the best time of his life.

He unbuttoned his clothes, his abdomen was smooth and flat, with very little body hair, and the outline of some not-so-strong abdominal muscles could be seen.The most important thing is no scars!

Four years later, he had his appendix removed, leaving a three-centimeter scar.

"I'm still alive, I'm reborn!" He muttered to himself, living again, expressing the opportunity to make up for everything and start over with Claude.

Joy swept over like a tide, unstoppable, his heart almost jumped out of his chest, stronger than ever.But he soon found that there was nothing on his ring finger, an unprecedented despair swept him, and the wedding ring left by Claude was gone: "Damn it, you will give me another one in this life, please, please give me……"

He clenched his fists tightly, but lacked confidence. The cold air rushed from the soles of his feet to the back of his head. He began to fear and became more and more afraid.

Fang Yan didn't dare to think about what he would do if Claude no longer loved him in this life.

The limbs that were full of strength now became weak and weak. He hugged his arms, trembling uncontrollably, and began to think about countermeasures.After rebirth, the body is no different from the usual one. It can feel both hot and cold pain. It will be painful, sad, and sad, but it will also be joyful and full of expectations.He was still alive, and he was actually standing here, but the initial joy was quickly diluted by gloom.Because he doesn't know Claude now, reuniting with that man and making him fall in love with him seems to be a matter with a very low success rate.Because there are too many variables, because there is no way to start, because he actually doesn't know what Claude loves about him...

"That's enough, you male dog who is in heat all the time!" A deliberately lowered volume came from the toilet cubicle, and it seemed that someone was cheating inside, and it was two men.The speaker was whispering, and then there was the sound of straightening clothes, and the occasional uncontrollable curses made Fang Yan stand still as if struck by lightning.

He frowned tightly, and the tingling pain spread from his chest to his whole body, almost unable to stand on his feet.

Gay men were not uncommon here, nor was it uncommon to do errands on the toilet, and what shocked him was the sound the man was making.It was a rather young man, not very prim, with American English and a penchant for exaggerated exclamations.

He is too familiar with this person's voice!

He always calls his name in the early morning, saying my baby, good morning, I really love you; Cheering excessively, when angry, he will roar like a beast, and when the tide is low, his voice is low and sad.He's not one to hide his emotions, you can tell everything from his expression and voice.Fang Yan is familiar with him, understands him, and gets along with him day and night...

This person is Claude!

He didn't dare to turn his head, and pretended to be straightening his coat, but secretly observed the closed toilet door from the mirror.Behind that door was the man he loved so much, making out with someone else.He was about to go crazy when he thought of this, and he couldn't bear the pain in his chest just by imagining this picture, and he almost couldn't restrain the urge to tell Claude the truth.He wants to break in and drive away the man who is in the way, bury his head in the arms of the other party, and tell him that I am your lover.

But no, this was ten years ago, before it all started.

Showing up rashly will only scare Claude who knows nothing, will do bad things, and will make him feel like a lunatic.

Fang Yan grabbed the edge of the sink with all his strength, as if this was the only way to distract him from the heavy blow those whispers brought him.He was so hard that even his knuckles turned white, but he still couldn't relieve the pain.He knew that there should be no jealousy, because Claude at this stage didn't know him at all, but he couldn't do it at all...

☆, chat

At this time, Claude had a lover, a man with one of the best figures and looks, and the overall champion of the Dakar Rally Motorcycle Group three years later.This year they will go to Berlin to participate in the trials of the Red Dragon team.

"Claude, do you have to annoy me like this?" Another voice sounded, obviously dissatisfied: "Open your mouth before I get angry."

"If you want to lose a ball, you can force me to try." The tone is still unscrupulous, it sounds like he is joking, but only Fang Yan knows that he is absolutely what he says.Then the door was pushed open vigorously, and a handsome brown-haired man came out angrily and slammed the door away.

"Fuck you, why don't you go to hell!" Claude, who stayed in the cubicle, lit a cigarette and took a few puffs before he lifted his pants cursingly and walked out slowly.He didn't seem to expect that there were people outside, so he was taken aback, his face was a little unnatural, and he said with a little embarrassment: "Haha, there are always people who like to get angry like eating explosives, I hope we didn't scare you."

"It's okay, but your partner seems to be angry, don't you need to chase after him?" Fang Yan smiled, trying to find some topics, wanting to talk to him a few more words, and quietly staring at his lover from the mirror.At this time, Claude is still very young, his face is full of childishness, whether it is the taste of clothes or the way of speaking, there is a big difference from ten years later.He was lowering his head to straighten his belt, not looking at Fang Yan, his attention was all on the exaggerated skull belt, and he complained angrily: "Chasing him? You're right, I can't wait to let that stupid pig die now!"

Oh, Claude, my Claude, you're alive!

Fang Yan gritted his teeth and hid his hands in his sleeves, afraid that the uncontrollable trembling of his fingertips would reveal his thoughts.He wanted to chat with him a few more words, but Claude was not interested in talking, and only stayed in his sight for a while before striding out.

The sound of closing the door sounded, Fang Yan finally couldn't hold on anymore, and knelt down on the floor.

He covered his face, tears gushed from between his fingers...

Fang Yan is a person who is so strong that he has almost no emotional fluctuations. Since he can remember, he has never shed tears for anyone or anything.He didn't cry when his mother died, and he didn't break down when he heard the news of Claude's death. Even when he pulled the trigger on his temple, he was calm and composed.But seeing this man again, seeing his bright smile, listening to his impatient complaints, he couldn't bear it anymore, tears burst into tears.

He was sad for a long time alone, until someone came in, he pretended nothing happened, and returned to the terminal.He stood still in the aisle, unable to take his eyes off the man. Claude sat in the rest area drinking coffee, leaving a back that was not strong enough.

Fang Yan watched and began to worry about new problems. He had read movies and novels about going back in time. Theoretically speaking, if things that happened in the past were changed, it would be impossible to return to the past.So he was very afraid of any changes, because Claude didn't show up until the 31st like ten years ago, but more than ten hours earlier.

Butterfly flapping its wings can cause a huge storm!

If the time and place are not right, can they still meet and know each other and love each other?

"Even if not, I will create opportunities myself." He took a few deep breaths, his eyes became firm, and he walked towards the familiar figure in the crowd.

Claude sat by the window, alone, guarding a lot of luggage, with a very lonely expression.He stared at the snow outside the window, absently munching on hard bread with cheap instant coffee from a vending machine.This is