Lan Qing felt that the cold winter had come ahead of schedule. He didn't feel the cold, but he felt that it was getting colder and colder.

He didn't go out for a whole week, and he sat in the living room of Lan Lan's house.

Lan Lan's body quickly disappeared, and the bloodstains in the house also disappeared. Everything around is the same as before, the only difference is that Lan Lan is dead, and the house is deserted.

Lan Qing looked at the wall clock on the wall, watched the hands rotate little by little, and watched time pass little by little.

For seven days, Lan Lan did not come back. Lan Qing wondered if this greedy girl would be chasing dramas with her favorite original potato chips in a store, and she was so obsessed with chasing that she forgot to go home.

He held Lan Lande's potato chip bucket and grabbed a handful from it with his hand, but there was nothing. This little gluttonous cat ate all the potato chips before leaving, and didn't leave a little bit for Lan Qing.

Lan Qing put down the empty bucket of potato chips and looked out the window at dusk. If Lan Lan still didn't go home today, it would be the eighth day.

He suddenly felt very lonely, and there was no one around him to talk to, comfort him, comfort him. In fact, he wanted to fight with Lan Lan more than these useless comforts.

That strong, timid woman always gives his life a little more color, and it is better than it is now as barren.

Lan Qing closed his eyes, he rarely felt sleepy, he hoped that after he woke up, Lan Lan could cover him with a blanket, just like he usually helped her.

"Sister...... It's so unfair to you......"

"Lan Lan is not dead......"

Lan Qing was a little unconscious, he didn't know where the voice in his ears came from and whose voice it was. He shook his head, thinking that he might be hallucinating.

He missed Lan Lan so much.

A pair of gray eyes appeared in his mind, which made Lan Qing, who was already drowsy, suddenly refreshed.

Lan Qing glanced at the wall clock on the wall, and sure enough, the pendulum no longer swung.

"Mr. Death, we meet again."

Li Er...... How could it be you? ”

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Yu Zhiyu went out with huge sunglasses.

The sun was very heavy today, which made him have to wear a thick layer of sunscreen to keep his skin from getting sunburned.

Yu Zhiyu wore light makeup and put on a white shirt and jeans. With long hair and a pair of sunglasses, it is impossible to tell his gender.

He wiped his hand that had just pressed the elevator with a wet towel, and he even wanted to replace that finger if he could.

It may have been cloudy for too long last week, and the sun has no heat to spare, engulfing everything on the ground that is visible to the naked eye.

Yu Zhiyu hates the sun, especially this passionate sun.

He was waiting for someone, and he said that he would meet at noon. I looked at my watch, and it was already eleven fifty. The bastard doesn't know where he is, and he might still be asleep at home, or he may be teasing the waiter at some dessert shop.

The more Yu Zhiyu thought about it, the more angry he became, and the temperature was very high, Yu Zhiyu's skin was a little red.

He wasn't a patient man, and the heat of the sun added to his irritability. If the person he was waiting for didn't show up after ten minutes, Yu Zhiyu would immediately turn around and go home, and no longer contact this person.

A parasol appeared above Yu Zhiyu's head, blocking the direct sunlight, and Yu Zhiyu's restless mood calmed down a little.

He turned around and kicked the man's solid calf.

"Bastard Lin Chu! Why are you so late! Yu Zhiyu pursed his lips, looking very aggrieved.

"Eleven fifty-five, five minutes ahead of schedule."

Lin Chu moved his arm to Yu Zhiyu's eyes and shook it. In fact, he didn't bring a watch at all, just to tease Yu Zhiyu

"Five, your uncle!"

Yu Zhiyu bit Lin Chu's arm, leaving deep tooth marks.

Lin Chu touched Yu Zhiyu's face with a doting face.

"Zhiqiu, it hurts."

"Bastard Lin Chu ......"

"Good, good, bastard Lin Chu."

Lin Chu took Yu Zhiyu's hand, and Yu Zhiyu's hand was very soft and slippery.

Yu Zhiyu did not continue to be angry with Lin Chu, and the two of them held hands.

Lin Chu is handsome, Yu Zhiyu is handsome, and the two of them walk on the street like a fairy couple.

"Zhiqiu, how long have we not seen each other?"

"It's been a year, I miss you so much......"

Yu Zhiyu ignored Lin Chu, and Lin Chu also guessed Yu Zhiyu's silence.

The two of them had a very tacit understanding and didn't say a word.

They were tired of being together all afternoon this afternoon, eating together, waiting for the bus together, and drinking coffee together.

Lin Chu looked at Yu Zhiyu's appearance, he was still not used to calling him "Zhiyu", he was exactly the same as Yu Zhiqiu, and even his personality was the same.

But Lin Chu knew in his heart that he was not Yu Zhiqiu, he was Yu Zhiyu.

At a certain moment, Lin Chu really wanted to take Yu Zhiyu into his arms and kiss him, just as he was as eager as he was for Zhiqiu a year ago.

Between Yu Zhiyu's raised hands, it was Yu Zhiqiu's shadow. Even the angle of his smile was the same as Yu Zhiqiu's. And his eyes, transparent and deep, very attractive.

But Lin Chu knew in his heart that Yu Zhiyu was Yu Zhiyu, and Yu Zhiqiu was Yu Zhiqiu.

Even if Yu Zhiyu wants to become Yu Zhiqiu, he is not Yu Zhiqiu after all.

In the evening, Yu Zhiyu returned home. He brewed a cup of coffee, took off his clothes and prepared to take a shower.

The warm water flowed down his neck, and he looked at himself in the mirror, stunned for a moment.

He reached out and stroked himself in the mirror, looking at the scar on his chest, he didn't know who he was.

Lin Chu called himself "Zhiyu" or "Zhiqiu", he would not refuse.

Because he himself couldn't tell who he was living for.

After washing his body, Yu Zhiyu picked up a bath towel to dry the water on his body.

He took the brewed coffee and nested into the soft and comfortable sofa, watching the sunset fall little by little, into the mysterious horizon. Tasting the bitterness of coffee, as well as the saltiness of tears. Yu Zhiyu didn't know when he cried.

He didn't want to cry, but the tears flowed down his mouth and into his coffee cup.

Watching the night fall, Yu Zhiqiu used to like to watch the sunset, but he didn't like the sun. He is a literary young man who likes to read all kinds of books. Yu Zhiqiu's attitude towards the sun was very influenced by the short dialogue between Luo Ji and Zhuang Yan in "The Three-Body Problem".

"You can see the stars after sunset, and after sunset, there is only the reality of broad daylight."

Yu Zhiyu always felt that he was very hypocritical, but now it seems that he is right.

Yu Zhiyu had a sense of frustration, he didn't live as wonderful as Yu Zhiqiu in his life. I don't know much about Yu Zhiqiu, I don't have many hobbies like Yu Zhiqiu, and I don't have as many feelings as Yu Zhiqiu.

The only thing that is more than Yu Zhiqiu is the time to live.

Yu Zhiyu suddenly felt that the coffee in his hand was not good, and only then did he remember that Yu Zhiqiu didn't like to drink coffee, he liked to drink tea.

The two twin brothers, in fact, have many differences in addition to their appearance, and the only thing they have in common is their compromised character.

Yu Zhiqiu will compromise with Yu Zhiyu, and Yu Zhiyu will also compromise with Yu Zhiqiu, and naturally the two people are more and more similar, causing them to be unable to distinguish each other for a while.

Yu Zhiqiu is dead, Yu Zhiyu still has to live with his heart, read books for him, live for him, and love Lin Chu for him. There is no reason for this.

Just like when Zhiqiu donated his heart to himself, there was no reason.

Night has finally fallen, and the night sky is dotted with stars, decorated with this dreamy black veil. Yu Zhiyu stood on the balcony, just like Yu Zhiqiu once did.

"When a person dies, he becomes a star."

"Zhiyu, if one day I become a star, can you find me?"

Yu Zhiyu couldn't find it at all. There are so many stars in the sky, bright and shining like diamonds, Yu Zhiyu doesn't like these shiny ones, he always feels like a sharp blade, like a steel nail. Sooner or later, you'll be blinded.

Yu Zhiyu didn't want to deceive people, but he didn't want to make Yu Zhiqiu sad, just like Yu Zhiqiu made breakfast every morning, one Chinese and one Western. Yu Zhiyu doesn't like soy milk, and Yu Zhiqiu doesn't like omelette bacon, but they are always so harmonious.

"If you become a star, I can find you at a glance, but what gift do I have when I find you?"

That's how Yu Zhiyu replied at the beginning, but now he doesn't even have the courage to look at the stars. One of the thousands of stars is Yu Zhiqiu. None of the thousands of stargazers are Yu Zhiyu.

"I'm sorry...... Zhiqiu. ”

Yu Zhiyu poured the coffee in his hand into the flower pot on the balcony, and the flowers in the flower pot had long since withered, leaving only shriveled branches.

Countless times when night falls, Yu Zhiyu will pour coffee into a flower pot. He drank only half a cup, and gave the remaining half a cup to the flowers. However, the flowers did not seem to like coffee, and after drinking it for two days, the branches withered, and the stamens were gathered, leaving only one flower stem, which was pointed at Yu Zhiyu like a middle finger.

Yu Zhiyu likes this kind of silent ridicule, and happily pours coffee for this lifeless flower. He was hungry, but there were no more ingredients in the fridge.

After getting dressed, I put on another windbreaker before leaving. It's really strange, such a blazing sun basks the land during the day, but at night it is cold and lifeless. The street that should be bustling is empty, everyone is enjoying the dinner prepared by the family at home, and he is the only one who thinks to go grocery shopping in the evening.

At this point, there are still vendors who come out to sell vegetables, Yu Zhiyu went to the supermarket to buy a bucket of instant noodles to make do with it.

"You can't eat instant noodles, it's not good for your health."

He suddenly remembered that Yu Zhiqiu hated instant noodles, and he stayed in front of the supermarket shelves for a while before leaving.

Yu Zhiqiu is really a troublesome person, and there are too many things to hate. Yu Zhiyu had no choice but to pack a meal from the restaurant downstairs and eat it at home.

"Please help me make a rice noodle, no chopped green onions and coriander, put less salt, pack and take away."

Yu Zhiyu doesn't like to eat out, he feels that he is too lonely to eat out alone, he is not Goro Inoshi, nor is he a gourmet. He doesn't like to be alone and enjoy food.

If you are alone, even the most delicious things are for Zhiyu.

The restaurateur looked at the good-looking man in front of him and nodded. Today's young people are health-conscious and picky eaters, and they are reluctant to cook and eat by themselves.

Yu Zhiyu didn't know what the boss thought, and he didn't care. In addition to caring about Yu Zhiqiu, where does he care about other people.

With the packed rice noodles in hand, he returned home.

Yu Zhiyu put the rice noodles in a bowl. Yu Zhiqiu even hates the food outside, so Yu Zhiyu has to do this to reduce the burden on his heart.

He picked out the cabbage inside. Yu Zhiqiu is a picky eater, and Yu Zhiyu is the same, but he is too lazy to say.

Looking at the twilight outside the window, Yu Zhiyu only hoped that the sun would not be so big tomorrow.

Yu Zhiqiu was very afraid of the sun, and if the sun was very strong, he would have to put on a bunch of sunscreen.

That kind of skin covering feeling is really bad.

Yu Zhiyu gulped down rice noodles,

"I still put too much salt."