The Sand Sculpture Overlord finally lowered his noble head

Huo Jin calmly said: "I mean, how can you say that others are bald casually? It's not good for so many, at least they are also childhood playmates."

Xia Fanchi has a strong desire to survive: "He's not, I don't like him, maybe I had a little liking for him, but that's just the aura of childhood!"

Huo Jin: "No, Bai Yueguang—"

"No," Xia Fanchi said excitedly, "You're right, memory will automatically beautify the past, who knows what he looks like now!"

Huo Jin: "..."

Huo Jin opened his mouth: "But—"

Xia Fanchi firmly interrupted him: "No but!"

After a long time, Huo Jin coughed lightly, and said calmly: "Actually, the friendship in childhood is the most pure and flawless thing in the world."

Xia Fanchi: "?"

You are wrong!

Xia Fanchi looked at him suspiciously: "Aren't you jealous of little bald?"

"Little bald?" Huo Jin frowned, and said slowly, "Such vicious words shouldn't appear in the world."

Xia Fanchi: "?"

Huo Jin said awe-inspiringly: "A pure and beautiful young man shouldn't be slandered and slandered like this."

The more Xia Fanchi heard it, the more weird he became, and he narrowed his eyes: "Huo Jin, there is something really wrong with you!"

"...No," Mr. Huo said sanctimoniously, "I just hope there will be more peace and love in the world."

Xia Fanchi: "But——"

He wanted to say something else, but Huo Jin held him in his arms domineeringly: "Stop talking, this matter has turned a page."

Xia Fanchi: "..."

He is really weird!

Although Mr. Huo remained calm as always, no one knew how panicked he was.

The most urgent task at the moment is to stop letting Xia Fanchi associate the words "white moonlight" and "little bald".

Xia Fanchi knew that things were not that simple, and it was not in line with his narrow-minded personality to just turn the page like this, so he asked his brother about the situation at that time.

The younger brother felt worried when he thought about it: "He ran out like crazy!"

Xia Fanchi frowned.

My brother whispered, "I'm sorry."

Xia Fanchi had no choice but to sigh softly: "Don't provoke him like this next time."

After this incident, Xia Fanchi felt a little more pity for Huo Jin.

Mr. Huo's feelings for him have a little more fear of not knowing when the Dong Chuang incident will happen.

In the evening, the two went home together, walking on a quiet path.

Huo Jin went to hold his hand.

Xia Fanchi just put his hand in his pocket.

Huo Jin: "..."

Huo Jin moved his fingers in the air, pretending that he didn't want to do anything, and retracted it as if nothing had happened.

Xia Fanchi saw it from the corner of his eye, and quickly took his hand out of his pocket, exposing it to the air.

In the next second, he was quickly grabbed by someone with quick eyes and hands.

I was afraid that he would run away again.

The back of his hand was covered with warmth, Xia Fanchi suppressed a smile, and looked sideways at the trees by the roadside.

They held hands in silence, the moonlight was bright, and the long shadows on the ground were next to each other, as if the edges were glued together.

The corners of Huo Jin's mouth curved upwards, and he said softly, "The moonlight is beautiful."

Xia Fanchi nodded, and then seemed to have realized something, and said with a sense of crisis: "It's not beautiful!"

He gestured earnestly: "It's shiny, it's bald."

Huo Jin: "..."

It's over, I can't go back.

Little bald's threshold cannot be broken.

For the first time, Mr. Huo knew what it means to bring disasters out of his mouth, and to take it upon himself, lifting a rock to shoot himself in the foot.

He decided to confess directly.

After returning home, the moonlight shines in through the window.

Huo Jin looked at the bright moonlight, and in the quiet atmosphere, said softly: "No wonder you said that the white moonlight is me."

Xia Fanchi: "?"

He has started to deceive himself, how much has he been stimulated?

Xia Fanchi hugged him distressedly: "You are unique, you are not anyone's shadow, little bald is not one percent better than you."

Huo Jin: "..."

Huo Jin: "Well, actually——"

Xia Fanchi pressed his lips lightly and kissed him slowly.

So, Mr. Huo's confession plan was left behind.

... Huo Jin was in a panic, and he didn't want Xia Fanchi to remember it, but he always had a premonition that he was about to remember it, and he was very panicked.

On the weekend night, Huo Jin planned to cook pork rib soup and went to the supermarket to buy ingredients in advance.

When passing the vegetable section, hold your breath to avoid smelling cilantro.

He checked the list and bought one by one, and suddenly realized that Xia Fanchi ate coriander at first, but then he kept accommodating himself and followed his own habits.

Huo Jin thought for a while, bought a catty of coriander, then hugged the little green stinky vegetable, with a stern face, dizzy from the smoke, his old eyes were dim, and he felt sorry for himself.

Back home, Huo Jin washed his hands and made soup. Everything was perfect. The last step was to sprinkle coriander on the surface of the soup.

He frowned, took a spoon and sprinkled a little, then went to wash his hands in disgust.

After a while, Huo Jin took a sip of the soup and tasted the coriander.This was the first time in his life that he ate coriander, and his expression gradually changed from pain to peace.

The same goes for the little stinky cabbage.

Half an hour later, Huo Jin was about to go out when he suddenly became dizzy, palpitations and out of breath.

His heart was burning uncomfortably, and his heart was beating so fast that it almost jumped out of his chest.

The eardrum was swollen and painful, and he couldn't hear any sound around him. Huo Jin slowed down, grabbed the phone with difficulty, and dialed "120" very distressed.

Xia Fanchi was lying on the table in the library, the phone screen lit up, and was about to press it off, when he checked, it was Huo Jin's phone.

He quickly grabbed his phone and ran out, huddled in the quiet corridor, clicked on the answer, and whispered, "Wai Wai Wai, can you hear me? May I ask what's the matter?"

There was a pause and a low laugh.

Xia Fanchi froze for a moment: "Your voice is so quiet."

"Ah."

Xia Fanchi stayed in the corner: "I ran out to talk to you now, the echo is very loud in the stairwell."

Huo Jin said suddenly: "I seem to like you earlier than I thought."

Xia Fanchi blushed: "Why did you say this suddenly?"

There was a pause for a while: "I want to tell you. Didn't you ask before, and I didn't feel the nerve to say it at the time."

Xia Fanchi's ears were hot as he looked at the small bright window in the dark corridor.

Huo Jin: "In the past, I was so proud and arrogant that I never said a few words softly to the person I love the most."

Xia Fanchi's heart melted when he heard it, and he said softly, "It's too late to talk about it later."

There was another long pause.

Xia Fanchi sensed something was wrong and frowned: "What's wrong with you?"

There was a low laugh: "Nothing."

But Xia Fanchi always felt flustered.

Huo Jin said suddenly: "I love you the most."

Xia Fanchi didn't know if he blushed when he said it, but he blushed when he heard it, and said softly: "I love you the most too."

Huo Jin: "When you get old, you must be a cute little old man."

Xia Fanchi was about to say something when he hung up the phone suddenly.

When he called again, he didn't answer anyway, Xia Fanchi frowned, so flustered that he couldn't do anything, he packed his things in advance and went home.

He was on his way home when he received a call from the hospital.

There was a bang in Xia Fanchi's head, and his whole heart was raised. After 2 minutes, he ran like crazy to the hospital.

The doctor is taking off gloves.

Xia Fanchi gasped: "Hello, doctor."

Doctor: "Huo Jin—"

Xia Fanchi's eyes were red, and he nodded frantically: "Yes, he is my lover! What's wrong with him?"

The doctor frowned and was about to speak.

Xia Fanchi became anxious, and said uncontrollably: "Doctor, you must save him—"

Several doctors next to each other looked at each other strangely.

A doctor said: "When the patient came in--"

He realized something, and stopped in time.

Hearing this, Xia Fanchi froze, his temples throbbed in pain.

The doctor was still talking, but he couldn't hear anything. After a while, he caught the "No. 201" ward that the doctor said, and ran over like crazy.

The ward was empty and quiet, and he saw the pale sheets.

His lips moved, resisting the pain in his temple, and walked over step by step.

So few steps, but he walked so hard.

He finally knew why that person suddenly confessed?

Finally, why did he mention that he looked old?

There was a dull pain in his temple, but he couldn't take care of it anymore, he only knew that he liked Huo Jin, very much.

What he likes is Huo Jin, he likes any kind of Huo Jin.

He didn't know when his heart was moved, maybe it was a chance that he discovered his inadvertent tenderness.

It may be that every day at the dinner table, when he looks down, there is tenderness.

Maybe it was his childish look that was different from usual when he was bickering.

It may be that every time he suddenly approached, he teased himself.

possible……

The bed sheet was blindingly white, Xia Fanchi was almost out of breath, his legs softened, he squatted down slowly, his fingers firmly grasping the bed sheet.

Dust-laden memories flooded out, and he remembered everything.

Everything about him and Huo Jin.

Everything about Huo Jin.

Those tiny bits and pieces of memories.

All the laughter and fights, all the things we experienced together, the way he sternly suppressed his laughter, the way he was angry, the way he tried to please himself...

There was a blockage in his throat, he choked up, and said two words with difficulty: "Huo Jin..."

He lowered his head, clutching the bed sheet tightly, regardless of the fact that the flat sheet was wrinkled: "Huo Jin..."

Xia Fanchi opened his mouth, crying, almost begging him: "I love you, will you come back?"

Suddenly the curtain was pulled open.

Xia Fanchi paused, and slowly raised his head.

Huo Jin was wearing a hospital gown, standing by the window that had just been opened, looking at him strangely.

Xia Fanchi: "..."

Xia Fanchi held back his tears abruptly.

The door was pushed open, and the doctor walked in with the case book: "Hello, you are the family member of the patient—"

He suddenly remembered something, "Yes, you are his lover."

"Sign here." The doctor handed over the form.

Xia Fanchi stood up, signed with two strokes, expressionless: "What's wrong with that idiot?"

The doctor said, "I'm allergic to cilantro."