Luo Hua couldn't understand Zhu Yan's thoughts, why was he so impartial between himself and the strange Qingju?

When checking out, he and Qingju had another dispute: Obviously it is the meal fee between himself and Zhuyan, why do you want Qingju to settle it?

And in the face of Qingju lightly taking out a gold card, Zhu Yan was so calm that he smiled and said thank you?

Therefore, when he walked out of the restaurant, Luo Hua proposed to go back to the dormitory, Zhu Yan hesitated for a moment and said goodbye to Qingju apologetically, and went back side by side with Luo Hua, who was far away.

The street lamp is dim, and the shadow of Qingju is dragged obliquely, it is a kind of helpless purity, and the expression on his face can not be clearly seen in the haze, even if he can cast a spell to see, it is just a false illusion, Qingju looked at himself underground, and smiled lightly:

What's so sad about this? In the world that the Buddha deduced to himself, compared to the phantom, isn't the current situation already very gratifying, at least he will care about his feelings, at least he will balance and hesitate between himself and Luo Hua, and thousands of years ago, he turned a blind eye.

......

Luo Hua's walking steps are very large, in the eyes of ordinary people, it can hardly be regarded as walking, but a kind of hurdle exercise, the road facilities in this country are complete, every stone brick paving is filled with asphalt into the gaps, it should be a smooth road surface, but at Luo Hua's feet it seems to be stomped out of a step by step A foot pit, Zhu Yan followed behind him, and several times he almost fell down by the pit he put down with his feet, and couldn't help but wonder in his heart:

"I didn't do anything, how can I feel guilty?"

When approaching the dormitory, Luo Hua finally stopped his bold march, stood under a tree and began to grope up and down, Zhu Yan couldn't help but approach the past with a smile on his face, a cigarette was clamped on the head of the lighter, Luo Hua stopped rummaging up and down, glanced at him, and finally put his face close to the raised hands, "click", in the firelight, Luo Hua squinted his eyes and inhaled hard, and the spicy breath of tumbling wandered between his chest and abdomen for a long time, and then slowly spit it out and released the previous sullen breath by the way, The mood also seems to be a little lighter.

Zhu Yan himself lit a cigarette, he usually doesn't smoke, but he doesn't buy it often, seeing that Luo Hua is addicted to smoking, most of them are distressed and harsh and indulge him once or twice, nagging by the way:

"Smoking is bad for your health...

Luo Hua usually listens, smokes, listens, and smokes again, while enjoying the warmth of concern from the bottom of his heart, and also enjoying the pampering that only the closest people can bring.

The moonlight finally shone on the branches cleanly, the sporadic bird calls not only did not add vitality to the night, on the contrary, it made the night moist and lingering, the slightest wisp of withered grass in the air, the aroma of tobacco was overflowing, near the end of the cigarette butt, Luo Hua reluctantly took a small sip, that look like, lips and cigarette butts will never gather together again, Zhu Yan finally couldn't stand it, his hand spread, a box and a half pack of cigarettes were presented in it, Luo Hua's hand hesitated on the cigarette for a long time and finally gave up:

"Uh, that's enough, let's talk about it tomorrow!"

He leaned on the trunk of the tree and looked at the sky and meditated for a while, during which he did not have any desire to speak, until he caught a glimpse of the cigarette in Zhuyan's mouth, and suddenly took it, put it in his mouth and smoked it violently, his face suddenly brightened, he used his foot to extinguish the last trace of spark on the cigarette butt, reached out to hold Zhuyan, and walked into the dormitory building together.

In the dormitory, the two of them didn't let any lights or the like bother them, the light blue quilt spanned the narrow bed, which made one-third of their bodies exposed outside the quilt, Luo Hua gently stirred the quilt with his legs to Zhu Yan's legs, and by the way, he also left his legs there, Zhu Yan crouched on his chest and sneered softly:

"Do you feel hot or cold?"

Luo Hua hugged one arm tightly around his chest, his lips breathed hot air to his ear, and whispered softly in a few strands of fluttering hair:

"And do you want it to be cold or hot?"

Zhu Yan's heart trembled, and he slowly raised his head and stared at the starry eyes, which seemed to be familiar, but they switched to the background realm, and he not only frowned and thought: Where is it?

.....

Qing Ju sighed lightly, and when he turned around to leave, he found that Zhu Yan, who was still asleep in the bed in the window just now, was standing awake in front of him at this time, he was stunned for a moment but was not surprised, Zhu Yan's soul was already awake, which he already knew when he first heard Zhu Yan call himself Qing Ju!

"Manju..."

Zhu Yan waved his hand, but turned to look at the starlight that was still as pure as washing, the light was hazy and distant, and it really didn't help his slight memories:

Well, if it is really like the Buddha's interpretation, what can he bring to Qingju?

"Qingju, I don't know what happened to you and me in my previous life, but in this life, I just want to grasp everything in front of me, so, so...

Qing Ju listened silently to the "so" he was about to release, but after waiting for a long time and not seeing Zhu Yan continue, he sighed and said:

"It's okay, stopping here can't help but say that it is a happy ending, since you have remembered me, it means that you have me in your heart from now on, what else can I ask for?"

He took a few steps and suddenly stopped, but he didn't dare to look back into Zhuyan's eyes, and admonished:

"Rub that set of bells if you have something, I'll always show up!"

In the realm that the world can't see, Zhu Yan watched Qing Ju's figure slowly leave, and when the figure looked back at him for the last time, some sporadic memory threads suddenly rushed over, carrying Zhu Yan's consciousness and leaping into the unfathomable black hole, and an invisible big hand in the black hole strangled all the sprouts that connected the threads, and the sprouts seemed to be bloody like life... Zhu Yan squatted on the ground with his head in his hands and closed his eyes.

......

......

When Chutian rushed back to BJ's house urgently, the housekeeper who was already waiting at the door of the house greeted him:

"What, did you find it?"

He asked anxiously as he hurried into the house, and seemed to be unconcerned about the butler's answer, which had already given a good answer only echoing with his own footsteps:

If he found the eldest brother, as the eldest brother usually did, even if he heard a needle falling at the door, he would rush out to greet him and shout with a stupid smile:

"Look, look, look!"

Chu Tian didn't know how many times the eldest brother had disappeared, since he was sensible, he continued to grow up in the eldest brother disappeared and the eldest brother was found back and the non-stop murmuring all day long, at first he was a little irritable, and then he was a little less concerned when he grew up, on the contrary, he regained his concern for the personal safety of the eldest brother in adulthood.

He once asked his father the reason for his eldest brother's illness, but his father never gave him a positive answer, only that he would know when the time came.

Chu Tian was a little unconvinced, and at the same time had quite objections to his father's ignorance of his eldest brother's illness.