Perfect match.

The rental house was in a mess, tables and chairs were overturned, and pillows were rolled everywhere.The doors of the cupboards were open, and each one was empty, but everything that could be used had been taken away. At first glance, it looked like a scene of a burglary.

Zheng Feiluan pushed the door and walked in, and stepped on some kind of sharp hard object at the first step.Picking it up, it was a piece of broken ceramics, cream-colored, with a complete handle and a half bottom, and about a dozen pieces of porcelain slag scattered around it, in the shape of splashes, cutting off the white wall next to it A lot of paint.

He looked at the broken porcelain in his hand, suddenly a deep hole was opened in his memory at that moment, and sound and picture leaked out.

……

Feiluan, go get me some oil, okay?

Feiluan, I never lied to you, you can trust me, right?

boom!

With a thrilling loud noise, the cup fell to the ground from a high altitude and fell apart instantly.A frame of twilight came in from the window behind him, gray and bleak.In the narrow light, He An's face flashed past, his pupils were full of panic.

……

The memory is no longer mercifully decorated for him, from entering the living room to throwing the cup, what happened every second in the process, Zheng Feiluan remembered everything.Even after seeing the four small characters under the handle of the cup, he thought of something else.

Blue card coffee.

This is the name of the coffee shop near He An's home.

A year ago, it was there that he had the only long conversation with He An.At that time, it was autumn in Yuanjiang, the temperature was very low, and a thin layer of frost formed in the early morning.He An sat across from him, tilting his head, covering his mouth, his cheeks flushed from coughing.Out of politeness, he called the waiter and ordered a cup of the most expensive Dutch hot cocoa on the menu.He An was flattered, carefully held the mug in his hand, and took a sip after a long time, as if he had never tasted such a delicious drink.

At that time, Zheng Feiluan thought that what He An was happy about was the price of 45 cups, and this unseen joy really bored him.

He thought he saw through the poverty, short-sightedness and greed rooted in Omega's nature at a glance, but today, when he saw this mug that was smashed to pieces, he realized that he had missed so much, so much.

Zheng Feiluan sat on the sofa dejectedly, with nothing beside him.

Except for a few cardboard boxes, He An didn't leave him with any thoughts.

There were three or four pieces of waste paper thrown on the coffee table, as well as a stack of expired old magazines. After a long time, the covers were covered with a thick layer of dust.He hoped to find one or two lines of He An's handwriting in the waste paper, so he picked it up and looked through it.The first three were advertisements, and he quickly skipped them. When he turned to the fourth, he suddenly froze for a second.

Immediately, as if stimulated by something, he crumpled the paper vigorously and threw it far to the corner of the room.In order to hide the panic in his heart, he randomly grabbed a magazine, dusted it off, and flipped through it aimlessly.

That piece of paper... was the association removal agreement written by him a year ago.

I thought I would never see it again in my life.

The agreement was written in black and white, clearly and distinctly, saying that He An should move out of the city center, remove the marks on the back of his neck, and undergo abortion surgery.There are three in total, all of which are hard-hearted, and all of which cannot be discussed.

How could it be in He An's hands?

Didn't he tell Cheng Xiu to stuff it into a paper shredder, turn it into pulp for recycling, and completely erase it from the world?

Even if for some weird reason, Cheng Xiu didn't destroy it, but handed it over to He An—what reason does He An keep it?It is not a gift, but a knife that stabs the heart. Who would still treasure the murder weapon after being stabbed in the heart?

Zheng Feiluan's temple was aching.

He is used to rationality and sobriety. He has always believed that everything that happens in the world has a logic to follow, but this question blocked all the explanations he could find, like a bottomless dead end. in it.

He was sitting on the sofa, holding an old magazine, his out-of-focus eyes hovering above the magazine.The coated paper slid past like silk, and then stopped abruptly on a certain page.

The magazine is cunning and cruel. It is like a silent recorder, using its deformed spine to memorize the most frequently read parts of the owner so that it can be presented to those who come after.Zheng Feiluan noticed his own name in the title, and the large photo next to it took up a whole page—this is his exclusive interview.

Turning forward a dozen pages, it is brand new, and turning a dozen pages backward, it is also brand new, only the part about him, the edges of the paper are crumpled.

He An actually likes him so much.

But the belated joy didn't last long, because on the third page of the interview, under the question about the criteria for choosing a mate, an entire paragraph of his answer was blotted out with black oil-based pen.

What is this answer...?

The memory has long been blurred, Zheng Feiluan racked his brains to recall, and the clock that was 5 minutes behind was ticking one frame at a time above his head.Suddenly, his face changed drastically, and the magazine in his hand fell to the ground with a "click".

He said at the time that he wanted his partner to be smart, independent, and assertive; to love him sincerely, but not to regard him as heaven and earth, to rely on him occasionally, but to live without being attached to him; in his mate selection criteria, pheromone is the most insignificant One item, a high degree of compatibility, will inevitably win his favor. If any Omega wants to use the high degree of compatibility to get caught, it is best to change the target as soon as possible.

In fact, according to the usual practice, he never answered emotional questions, but at that time, he was enduring the humiliation and powerlessness imposed by mate-seeking disease, and he was unwilling to give an answer for the first time.

He didn't mean to mock He An, really not.In fact, he didn't think that from the perspective of a pet shop worker, he would buy a 25 yuan issue of a business magazine for entertainment.He said it more to himself, to the spectators in the circle, telling them: I, Zheng Feiluan, am an Alpha who is not dominated by pheromones.

Like some kind of announcement.

But He An still read it, and... probably more than one article.

Looking at the old magazines piled up in front of him, Zheng Feiluan came up with a surprising guess.He stood up and dumped the magazine on the floor.

The cover is colorful, half weekly and half monthly.The issue numbers are intermittent and not coherent, with only one thing in common: no matter the shorter side news or the longer character interviews, each issue has more or less news about him.

He An, who is living in poverty, buys these expensive magazines just to read him.

He could almost imagine this scene: He An was standing in the bookstore, bearing the cold eyes of the clerk while quickly browsing the newly arrived magazines.Either put it back on the shelf in disappointment, or take out the wallet with joy, take out the living expenses that have been saved for a long time, and take the magazine home.

And the earliest one can be traced back to four years ago.

Four years ago...how could it be?

At that time, He An was probably still an ordinary student at Yuanjiang University, and he hadn't had the chance to interact with him yet.Did He An secretly like him at such a young age?

Zheng Feiluan frowned, flipping through the old magazines from four years ago one by one.

This issue of the magazine published his exclusive interview, and many places were underlined and circled with colored highlighters, and annotations were written in delicate handwriting.He An is like a diligent student who regards his interviews as textbooks, reads them carefully, and takes notes carefully.

It's not just an Omega's fondness for an Alpha.It's much more complicated, much thicker, and even without sex and reproduction, it still exists.

Zheng Feiluan had mixed feelings in his heart.

Why hadn't he seen this sooner?

How could he not like an infatuated Omega like He An?

He obviously likes it so much that he can't bear to part with him even for a second, and he is even willing to take the initiative to put down He An's figure and do some exaggerated and perhaps ridiculous things, such as walking in the university holding He An's hand like in the TV series. On campus, let the envious eyes around fill the vanity that every teenager will have.

Or, take him to social occasions, large and small, and be a little timid and awkward at first, and that's okay.With more knowledge, you can gradually learn to be generous and decent.

But this stack of old magazines, full of admiration, was eventually abandoned in the rental house.

He An didn't take them away.

The perverse reality ruined He An's future, and he ruined He An's dream.

Zheng Feiluan sat on the sofa alone, reading the magazines that He An had annotated one by one.Then he put down the magazine, got up and walked towards the bedroom, and pushed open the half-hidden door.

The bed has not been touched, and it still retains the appearance of a year ago, a large mess of dirty and wrinkled.

There was dried blood on the bedding, which became dull and black after a long time.A white leather belt was hanging crookedly beside the bed, which was left by him at that time.The pin buckle was covered with dust, and the edge of the white cowhide was stained black and brown with blood.

There is still a very faint smell of blood in the air, a year has passed, and the smell is covered by dust, but for the 100% compatible Alpha, it is as thick as it just spewed out of the blood vessels of Omega .

Zheng Feiluan walked over step by step, clutching the hot sweat in his palm.

He returned to that evening and saw He An struggling on his back in bed.The belt was tightly tied twice like a chain, and during the violent tearing and twisting, the flesh on He An's wrist was worn out, and spots of blood were printed and stained.There were sharp screams and pleadings in his ears, and He An cried and begged you, the child is nine months old and can live, please let it go...

He was extremely flustered, but when he rushed up, he was in vain, only grabbing a blood-stained bed sheet.

The blood dried up and formed a stiff cloth shell.

Zheng Feiluan never thought that the blood-soaked bed sheet would be hard. He held it in his hand, tightened his fingers, and suddenly felt that the dry blood melted between his fingers, becoming moist, sticky, and bright red. The roots of the fingers dripped down, and the hands were wet and mushy.

He An passed out silently in front of his eyes.

He stretched out his hand and touched Gao Long's stomach.The skin was warm, with beads of sweat, and slightly heaved, but the child inside seemed to be asleep, refusing to move for a long time.

Zheng Feiluan was scared.

He climbed onto the bed, put his cheek against He An's stomach, and begged in a low voice: "Baby, you are a good boy, you kick lightly, kick into Dad's palm, and tell Dad that you are still alive... Baby, please, kick me...

But there was no movement under the palm.

What can he do?

It's been a year, what should have happened has already happened, He An and the child are no longer here, what punished him was just a memory that was too vivid.But Zheng Feiluan still hugged the Omega in the hallucination, kissed his nape, kissed his bare shoulders, all the soothing pheromones in his body were released, forming an invisible cocoon, protecting his Omega and his children.

In the blood-stained lily of the valley, Zheng Feiluan thought a lot.

There is an extremely absurd love between him and He An. What is absurd is not the love itself, but the process of acquaintance and love.They didn't spend even a minute of tenderness when they were awake, but He An fell in love with him; he claimed to be rational and calm, but when He An in his memory was pillowed on his lap, he whispered to him to rest more At that time, all mate selection criteria lose their meaning.

Does he love this Omega?

he does not know.

At this moment, he can't think, he can only hug He An reflexively, even ferociously, and protect him with the highest concentration of pheromone, just like a person will instinctively protect his weakness when he is hit with a fist.

I don't know how long it has passed, but when He An's condition improved slightly, an uninvited guest broke into the room.

Zheng Feiluan's consciousness was in a daze, and he had no time to distinguish the identity and purpose of the other party. His muscles stretched to the extreme for a moment, and he activated Alpha's terrifying pheromone defense.

Then, he heard He An say: "Feiluan, be quiet."

Quiet.

An unsolvable lock was locked around his throat.

The visitor took the Omega away without any explanation, and Zheng Feiluan almost went crazy - this can't be done, can't be done!Without the protection of Alpha, Omega will die on the way to the hospital!

He grabbed the quilt and wanted to be taken away with him, but He An said something softly.

He said, "Fei Luan, let go."

……

He doesn't want him anymore.

He loathes his company, resists his protection, and can't wait to leave him even if his life is hanging by a thread.Zheng Feiluan had no choice but to let go, and watched helplessly as his Omega was carried out of the bedroom, leaving only the smell of blood in the room.

He waited all night, and Omega didn't come back.

He waited for another whole year, and Omega still didn't come back.