After being homeless, he was picked up by God and brought home to be his husband.

The weather is getting hotter these days, and the sun at noon is already a bit scorching. The bamboo forest is becoming more and more green, with lush branches and leaves, rustling in the wind.

Chu Yitang usually watered the orchid grass after sunset. A wooden spoon filled with cold water slowly poured it down from the top. The crystal clear water droplets fell on the leaves, then slid down uncontrollably and fell into the soil.

He put the wooden spoon back into the bucket, stood up and looked at the empty yard, feeling a little dazed.

The place has been almost tidied up, and he has nothing to take away. Except for Lan Yu's room, he has not touched it, and there is nothing else to miss.

He wants to go back to Yuehua Mountain.

That was the place where his mother was born, and it was also his hometown that he had not returned to for a long time.

It's just that Jin Yuan was unable to go back and take a look until her death. She was unable to see the Yuehua Mountain and her people that she longed for.

Chu Yitang placed her in the sea of ​​clouds in the East China Sea, where her body could be protected from decay for thousands of years. He built a tomb for her in Yuehua Mountain, which was regarded as her soul returning to her hometown.

He lowered his head and looked at the lush orchid grass at his feet, and stretched out his hand to touch the green leaves.

There was no way to take these orchids away. He was afraid that he would not be able to feed them. After much thought, he went to find a small clay pot and a small hoe. He carefully selected the best-growing one and carefully dug up the soil. , where the hoe cannot take care of, just dig with your hands.

After struggling on the ground for a long time, I finally dug out a complete bluegrass and moved it to a jar.

Chu Yitang exhaled slowly, and after confirming that there was no damage, he stroked the young leaves of the orchid grass with a smile on his lips.

It can be regarded as a little thought left for him.

Take it back to Yuehua Mountain. If it grows well, maybe there will be a whole piece of it next year.

Chu Yitang sat down on the edge of the bamboo pavilion and watched the sun slowly set behind the house. He squinted his eyes and leaned against the fence, inexplicably thinking a lot more.

He has become very fond of sleeping recently because he can always dream about him.

Every time the dream was different, sometimes Lan Yu would call him in his dream, and he wanted to respond, but he couldn't open his mouth no matter what.

Every time I wake up from the dream, the bed is cold and the pillow is soaked.

He raised his hand and touched it, but his eyes were filled with cold tears.

Sometimes when he couldn't sleep, he would go to the door of Lan Yu's room and sit for a while, never going in. It seemed that just staying a little longer would make him feel at ease.

His mind was in a mess, and Chu Yitang's forehead ached a little. He stood up holding the orchid and found a place in the house where the sun could shine to place the small jar.

The room was very empty and everything had been put away. Chu Yitang had always felt very tired and drowsy in the past two days. He put down the bed curtain and wanted to go to bed and sleep for a while.

He slept deeply this time, and the dreams were filled with light, dark, and very bright tones, all mixed together, making them blurry and bizarre.

When I opened my eyes, there was no light at all, and the night outside the window was as thick as ink.

Chu Yitang rubbed his brows, his throat was so dry, he got out of bed and poured a glass of water. He drank a few sips and leaned in front of the table holding the teacup in a daze.

With his mind clearer, he put the tea cup back on the table, his chest feeling tight.

The moonlight was very bright tonight, and the full moon hung far away in the sky. Facing the moonlight, Chu Yitang opened the door and went down the steps.

The courtyard seemed to be covered with a thin layer of silver frost. Chu Yitang was dressed in plain clothes, with his black hair tied loosely. He stood in the coldness of the courtyard, with a clear figure and a sparse appearance.

Lan Yu's house was on the far west side. Chu Yitang walked over as usual. When he walked around the corner of the house, he was startled and saw the corner of the wooden steps that had been blocked.

In the inconspicuous corner, there is a little light shining.

Chu Yitang held his breath, his heart seemed to be squeezed tightly, and the blood in his body condensed to the end in an instant. He didn't even dare to make any big movements, and just walked over slowly and numbly, for fear of disturbing him.

Only when he got closer could he see it clearly.

That's a wrench.

It is very beautiful. I don’t know what material it is made of. It is deep green and green, with graceful nine-band flowers engraved on it. The brushwork is delicate and lifelike.

Chu Yitang slowly squatted down in front of the steps, a little dazed. He reached out his fingers at a loss and lightly touched the ring finger.

It's so cold, but when you touch it carefully, you can feel a trace of residual warmth, which remains on your fingertips and disappears in an instant.

Chu Yitang's lips were slightly open, and his eyes were burning. He held the ring in his hand, bent down, and slowly put his hand close to his heart.

Unspeakable pain suddenly surged into his heart, forcing him to kneel on the ground. Tears suddenly burst out of his eyes. Chu Yitang was half-kneeling on the steps, unable to make even a sound, and the hand against his heart was shaking uncontrollably. .

He just came here to give this back to him.

Why, why should you give it back to him.

Chu Yitang curled up on the steps, sobbing uncontrollably, with tears of pain streaming down his face. He clenched his fingers desperately, trying to hold on to the remaining warmth, coveting a moment of warmth to relieve his pain.

Lan Yu, Lan Yu.

He recited it silently, over and over again. It was a scar that he didn't dare to touch. He didn't dare to recall it, for fear that it would make him miserable.

Coward, who is a coward?

Whoever lets it go first, and whoever doesn’t want it first.

He only knew that Lan Yu cried in front of the door for a long time that night. He hid in the room and tried to open the door countless times to tell Lan Yu that he did not want him, that he loved him very much and that he could not bear to have him.

But he didn't, he just pinched the palm of his hand tightly and bit his lip until blood dripped.

He clearly hated Lan Yu crying the most, and it was clear that seeing him cry would be more painful than having himself cut into pieces.

But he still watched Lan Yu crying in front of the door until his voice became hoarse and he was about to vomit blood, without opening the door and going out to see him.

He could only see Lan Yu for the last time through the crack in the window when he was forcibly taken away.

Chu Yitang was so far away, and he couldn't remember how desperate he was at that time. He could only uncover his scars again and again, thinking indifferently in the bottomless despair.

He must hate me so much.

But he also thought this was good. In fact, he couldn't give Lan Yu anything. He had such a bad temper, was impatient, and was not young. He was fierce all day long.

But his Lan Yu still loved him very much. He had hugged him more than once, smiled and talked to him from the bottom of his heart.

His Ah Tang is the best Ah Tang in the world.

"Ah Tang, I really, really love you."

"We want to be together for the rest of our lives, okay?"

He broke his promise.

He lied to him.

Chu Yitang slumped on the wooden steps, crying uncontrollably. The overwhelming pain overwhelmed him in an instant. He cried until he couldn't even breathe, his internal organs were crushed, and even his breath smelled of blood.

He struggled repeatedly in the past that he could never return to. He tried desperately to catch up, but fell hard on the road full of gravel, and his head was broken and bloody. His tears were so bitter, so painful, like A dose of poison that can break one's heart and heart, but there is no one who loves him anymore, no one who will hold him in his arms, patiently soothe his pain, and promise him that he will never be hurt again.

Because he will protect him.

He will protect his Ah Tang and never let him get hurt again.

But that kind of pain was also brought to Lan Yu by him.

"Lanyu, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Chu Yitang shook his head helplessly, clenching his hands so tightly that unstoppable tears flowed down his neck, which was so cold that it hurt his heart. The tear stains were blown by the wind and hurt.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, Lan Yu..."

"Hate me less, okay? Hate me less..."