Is the target of the strategy darkened? Then die again

Beach house.

Before moving here, Xu Jingchen ordered people to prepare a lot of food inside, so Qin Yili didn't step out of the room this week.

Looking at the location that had never left his phone, Xu Jingchen's eyebrows were filled with irritation.

Over the past week, every night late at night, he could always dream of a blurry figure falling from the cliff into the endless sea.

The suffocating regret and pain almost overwhelmed him.

Even if he woke up with a shock, he could not calm down his mood for a long time, and subconsciously wanted to go to Qin Yili's room to see him.

Can't see the facial features clearly.

But he could vaguely tell that 'he' was a young man about the same age as Qin Yili, with unruly silver hair and green eyes, which was completely opposite to his well-behaved and taciturn A Li.

but……

Xu Jingchen always had the feeling that the person in his dream was A Li.

Only when he looked at the empty room did he realize that A Li had already moved out of the villa.

He just lay quietly on the bed where A Li had slept, unable to sleep all night.

After being unable to sleep for another week, Xu Jingchen was unwilling to sit still and wait for death.

We drove to the beach villa.

The further he walked, the more his heart palpitated.

Especially this road...

He had a familiar feeling.

It was as if he had been here before.

Obviously he didn't feel this way when he went to have a carnival on the sea with his friends before.

Xu Jingchen pushed open the door of Dushu patiently and panicked.

The living room was empty.

He walked towards the room in a panic.

No.

Nowhere.

Xu Jingchen's hands were shaking unconsciously, and suddenly, his body froze in place.

There are painting tools placed on the open-air balcony on the second floor. The painting is unfinished. With just a few simple strokes, you can see the charm of the person in the painting, and you can also see the attention and concern of the person who wrote the painting.

Painting, the person on it is not him.

But that's not what Xu Jingchen cares about most.

Instead, the wheelchair is here, but the person on it is missing.

All sounds seemed to disappear at this moment.

Xu Jingchen just stumbled forward, the roaring waves sweeping up the waves in front of him...

"Uncle?"

A clear voice sounded behind him.

Xu Jingchen turned his head blankly.

He noticed that Qin Yili was still stained with moisture, as if he had come out of the bathroom in a hurry.

"Ah, Ah Li?" His voice was very dry.

In his fear, he didn't notice anything unusual about Qin Yili, nor did he notice his eyes suddenly turned gentle: "Well, it's me."

Xu Jingchen came to him with heavy steps.

She knelt down tightly and held him in her arms.

"That's great...that's great. You're still here. I didn't miss it..." His words sounded out of order. Any acquaintance who saw Xu Jingchen like this would wonder if he really had a mental problem.

Qin Yili didn't feel the surprise. He raised his hand and gently stroked Xu Jingchen's back to soothe his emotions.

And somewhere Xu Jingchen couldn't see, Xiaoba Shu was curling his tail guiltily, not daring to look at Qin Yili.

Originally it was bargaining with the host for food, and then it accidentally spilled milk tea on the host. Who would have thought that Xu Jingchen would come over at this time!

and! !

The host is a disabled person in a wheelchair.

Now he was able to stand up and go to the bathroom to take a shower on his own. This is a medical miracle!

and……

[Why didn't you notice the host...] The little mouse wasn't complaining, it was just curious that the host, who had always been cunning and cunning, had made a mistake this time.

why?

Looking at Xu Jingchen who was gradually comforted by him in his arms, the smile in Qin Yili's eyes became stronger and stronger.

It means he is going to succeed.

Xu Jingchen broke free from Qin Yili's arms and asked calmly: "Why are you putting the wheelchair there?"

"Yesterday when I was going downstairs, I accidentally broke the parts on it, so I asked someone to send another one over."

His wheelchair is custom-made.

There is none on the market.

Even so, Xu Jingchen also had two backup units at home to prevent accidents.

Qin Yili's expression was very clear, and he didn't look like he was lying.

But the dreams that troubled him overlapped with reality, giving rise to Xu Jingchen's hidden paranoia and love.

"What to eat?"

Xu Jingchen said this and walked to the kitchen.

"My uncle can do anything."

Qin Yili acted as indifferently as if the intimate thing just now had never happened.

This also made Xu Jingchen's eyes darker and darker.

He simply made a few dishes that Qin Yili liked, and the two of them finished their lunch quietly.

There were thick dark circles under Xu Jingchen's eyes. When he saw Qin Yili who was sketching the painting, he originally wanted to ask him who the person in the painting was, but he gradually fell into a deep sleep in embarrassment.

The sky is getting dark.

The waves at night rolled up their waves wildly.

'Xu Jingchen' who was lying on the bed opened his eyes.

When he felt someone beside him, there was shock and anger on his brows, but when his eyes touched his face, the emotions inside were swept away.

"...Ali?"

Yong Jinyao touched the black hair of the person in front of him with his hand in disbelief, not even having the courage to touch his skin.

He could feel that the person in front of him was different from the person who had been lying on the hospital bed in a coma for decades.

Are you dreaming?

but……

Why would he dream about an Ali who was different from his Ali?

Yong Jinyao's breathing was messed up.

Perhaps because of this, the sleeping people were awakened.

He opened his sleepy eyes.

Not green.

He knew he should withdraw his hand, but when he looked into his eyes, Yong Jinyao found that he had stopped thinking.

He pursed his lips and couldn't say a word.

A Li, who was familiar yet unfamiliar, picked up his hand and placed it on the top of his head.

As if they had never had a dispute or been separated for several years, they rubbed each other in his palm: "Brother Yao."

The voice is as sweet and sweet as ever.

It's...Ali.

Yong Jinyao looked vaguely and confirmed the identity of the person in front of him.

Qin Yili hooked onto Yong Jinyao's waist like a goblin, and then buried her face in the side of his neck, her voice a little unclear: "Brother Yao, do you hate me?"

hatred?

Hate Qin Yili who could only use that paranoid method to save his life in exchange for one life?

Or should I hate myself for being ignorant and selfishly forcing Qin Yili to stay in a vegetative state and not let him leave?

Hate it or love it.

Too many emotions piled together.

Yong Jinyao couldn't tell the difference anymore and didn't want to tell the difference anymore. He just gently pushed Qin Yili away and traced his face with his fingertips.

After spending too long with Qin Yili who would not respond to him, this kind of Qin Yili who would respond to him made Shi Shui's heart revive again.

"Ali."

"Ok?"

"Ali."

"I'm here."

"Are you happy to get back at me?"