The next morning, Wanjun woke up, he opened his eyes, and saw Chunqiu holding him.

"Chunqiu, is it really you? It's not a dream, is it? ”

He reached out and gently stroked Chunqiu's face.

"Chunqiu, I finally found you, I thought I would never see you again!"

Wanjun couldn't hide the joy and excitement in her heart, and tears fell.

He saw that Chunqiu's face had traces of time, and the stubble on his face looked a little masculine.

Wanjun took advantage of the fact that Spring and Autumn had not yet woken up, he closed his eyes and kissed him on the lips.

"Chunqiu, I love you, I won't let you go again, this time I will firmly catch you, even if you drive me away, I won't leave."

He kissed Chunqiu's lips quietly like this, pouring all his love for him into this kiss.

Chunqiu was awakened by Wanjun's kiss, but he didn't open his eyes, but felt the power of the kiss.

When Wanjun kissed more and more in love, he couldn't hold back and stretched out his hand to caress Wanjun's face.

"Spring and Autumn!"

Wanjun opened her eyes and looked at Chunqiu excitedly.

"Are you awake?"

"Yes, I'm awake."

Chunqiu took Wanjun tightly into his arms, and his cheek was pressed against his cheek.

"How did you find here?"

Chunqiu let go of his hand, clasped his fingers with Wanjun, and lay on the bed.

"A dream, a dream that brought me here."

"Dreams?"

Chunqiu was both surprised and curious, he couldn't believe that it was a dream that brought him here.

"That night I had a dream about a hot spring and a path that I could follow to find here."

Wanjun described the scene in the dream, he knew that it was absurd to say, but it was this dream that brought him here.

"Wanjun, it's incredible! It seems that God still favors us and always allows us to find each other. ”

Chunqiu clenched his fingers, he wanted to pass his heart to his heart through their hands.

"Chunqiu, why did you suddenly disappear that day? I came with water, only to find that you were gone. ”

"I've been here since I woke up, and it was they who saved me and I survived."

"So you were saved by them, but why didn't you come to me? Do you know how hard I was looking for you? ”

Although Wanjun was asking Chunqiu why he didn't go to him, he didn't want to complain about him too much, because even if he really didn't want to go to him, so what?

"Wanjun, I tried to look for you, but I was weak at that time and didn't find you."

Chunqiu's heart was a little empty, and he was afraid that Wanjun would ask again, because he didn't know how to answer his question.

"I'm hungry, can you help me find something to eat?"

Wanjun knew that Chunqiu's love for him was not so firm anymore, and he might have begun to waver a long time ago, if it wasn't for his sudden appearance, he might have forgotten him long ago. He wanted to be alone for a while, and he didn't want each other to fall into this strange atmosphere.

"Okay, I'll go now!"

Chunqiu let go of Wanjun's hand and hurriedly got out of bed and fled from here.

"Wanjun, it's not what you think, but I hope you don't hate me anyway."

Chunqiu walked out of the room, and the words in his heart could only be said to himself.

Ihan stood a short distance in the morning waiting for Chunqiu to come out, trying to figure out what he was thinking. But when he saw his lost back, he gave up the idea of looking for him, and chose to find a toy instead.

"Knock Knock ......"

Ihan knocked on Wanjun's door.

"Spring and autumn? You're back? ”

Wanjun thought it was strange, he had just gone out, why did he come back so soon?

The door was slowly pushed open, and the person who walked in from outside the door was not Chunqiu, but a stranger.

"You, who are you looking for?"

Wanjun looked at this uninvited guest, panicked and surprised.

"I'm the owner of this house!"

Ihan smiled cutely, but when Wanjun wanted to see it, he immediately stopped it.

"At the same time, he is also Brother Zuo's lifesaver!"

Yi Han's words were obviously for Wanjun, although it was only a simple sentence, but the sense of oppression Wanjun felt was more than the power of a word.

He smiled and said, "Thank you for saving your life, I thank you for Chunqiu." ”

Wanjun doesn't want to put herself at a disadvantage, let alone lose to a little kid.

Yi Han smiled: "Du Gongzi, it is not your turn to thank you if you want to thank you." ”

Yi Han's words were obviously vinegary and provocative, he just wanted Du Wanjun to understand that Brother Zuo would not give up easily.

"Of course I don't need to thank you, but his people are all mine, and it doesn't matter so much whether I say thank you or not!"

Wanjun's eyes never left Yihan, he just wanted to stare at him like this, he wanted to see what a little kid was capable of. I still want to grab the spring and autumn with him, but I really don't know how many pounds and taels I have!

"You ......"

Ihan was choked by Wanjun's words, and he couldn't say a word while he stood.

After a while, Ihan said, "It doesn't matter who he is, what matters is what I mean to him." It will take time, and it's too early to tell! ”

He spoke very sincerely and emotionally. But standing in front of him was not a person who could speak from his heart, but his rival in love.

"Then let me tell you, time is very pale and cold, and it will not change because of your words, nor will it change because of one thing."

Wanjun is not sure what kind of feelings Chunqiu has for him now, but it seems that nothing should have happened, otherwise he would not have found this place and told him this.

"Du Gongzi, do you love Big Brother Zuo?"

Ihan's expression softened, and he looked at Wanjun very sincerely.

"Love!"

Wanjun replied without hesitation.

"I love it too!"

Ihan walked out of the room into the courtyard.

"Brother Zuo is a good man and deserves our love. When I first saw him, I knew I liked him. ”

Wanjun also followed. He listened to him from behind, and his heart was very frightened and terrified.

"His arrival also broke my life and made my heart flutter. He let me know that the world beyond the jungle is not far from me, he made me understand that a person's heart can only hold one person, and he let me know how lucky and happy it is to love someone. ”

Yi Han said very warmly and sincerely, he turned to look at Wanjun and said, "Du Gongzi, is it wrong for you to say that I love him?" ”

Wanjun was asked, he didn't know how to answer him.

"Is it wrong to love someone? I don't know. ”

Ihan was a little disappointed when he heard this answer, so he walked to the tree, broke a dead stick, and took it in his hand and drew it on the ground.

"But you know what? You can be very tired when you love a man, a lot more tired than you think. ”

Ihan stopped what he was doing and looked at Wanjun.

"I sometimes think that true love will not be defeated by the world, but that is only our ideal love, and love in reality cannot escape the prison of the world."

Wanjun himself didn't know why he said this, although he was afraid that he would snatch the Spring and Autumn Period, but looking at his innocent and kind eyes, the defense in his heart was reduced a lot.

"Secular? I haven't seen what the world is. I've never walked out of this forest, and I don't think I'll ever do! ”

Ihan's expression was full of regret and sadness, but this was his present, and it was his life. In his opinion, this is his home, it is all he has, and if he leaves here, he will have no life and no sense of security in his heart.

"If, I mean if, if there's someone who likes you very much, would you be willing to leave here for him?"

Wanjun also completely abandoned her defensive heart and tried to enter Yihan's world.

Ihan was stunned, his eyes stared blankly ahead, and it took a long time before he cried and laughed: "There are not so many ifs, if I really meet them, I will probably choose to stay here." ”

Yes, staying here is really his best choice, he chose the forest, he chose home, and chose the last sense of security in his heart.

"Du Gongzi, sometimes I am also very entangled, if it were you, how would you choose?"

"I may not choose, but do it according to the standards in my heart, because I have a purpose, and for that purpose, I will give up a lot, and I will accept a lot."

Wanjun walked up to Yihan with a smile and said, "We, just like that, how many people can't make this choice in their lifetime." ”

Just when they were chatting heartily, Chunqiu came over from behind.

"Wanjun, Wanjun, I made porridge for you!"

Chunqiu came over and saw that Yihan was also there, and asked in surprise with wide eyes, "Yihan?" Why are you here? ”

Wanjun hurriedly said, "Did he come to see me?" ”

Chunqiu looked at Yihan cautiously and helped Wanjun back to the room.

The last thing Yihan wants to see is this, he doesn't know what happened to Big Brother Zuo and why he has become so ruthless. This is not the eldest brother Zuo he knows, even if Du Wanjun comes, he won't treat a person who saved him and loves him like this, right?

"Wanjun, are you feeling better?"

"Much better!"

"Come, drink this bowl of porridge!"

Ihan stood outside and looked at the two of them, feeling uncomfortable. He figured out that he couldn't keep what didn't belong to him, so it was better to let it go and make everyone feel better.

He tiptoed to the door, held back his tears and said, "Brother Zuo, come out for a while, I have something to say to you." ”

Chunqiu raised his head and glanced at Ihan, he didn't know what Ihan was going to do. He turned his head to look Wanjun's eyes again, hoping to get his consent.

"Go ahead!"

After Wanjun finished speaking, he continued to drink porridge with his head down, he was not worried about what Chunqiu could do out of the ordinary, nor was he afraid that Yihan would do anything drastic.

Chunqiu walked out after Ihan, he didn't know what he had to say to him, but he had already thought about it, no matter what he said, he would reject him and leave him with no illusions.

The autumn sun is not so dazzling, but rather warm beyond imagination. Even the strong autumn wind of the past hangs quietly on the branches of the trees at this moment, waiting for the lonely dance of the last fallen leaves.