Poor boy and Bai Fumei

This was the most peaceful sleep Lu Juan had in the past seven years.

In the haze, it seemed that someone's hand was covering his forehead, that hand was cold and very comfortable.

Lu Juan couldn't help rubbing against the palm of that hand, and his hand trembled slightly, as if he was about to leave, but he still didn't move in the end.

The hand went down along his forehead, stroked the bridge of his nose, and finally stopped on his lips, like a butterfly resting on a branch, so light that it seemed negligible.

Lu Ju'an had a faint premonition in his heart, he felt that the owner of this hand would kiss him down, imprint the kiss on his lips, and entrust his heart to him again.

Sure enough, the fingers rubbing his lips moved away, and the hot and humid breath sprayed on his face shallowly, just one step away, but the man refused to kiss him for a long time.

He is hesitating.Why should he hesitate?What is he still hesitating about?

Lu Juan was a little anxious, he frowned impatiently, and babbled.

But the man still didn't kiss him, he raised his head a little, the heat from his breath disappeared immediately, Lu Ju'an panicked in his heart, he struggled to get out of the chaotic dream, opened his eyes and saw that the kiss was impossible Kiss the person, and then return the hesitant kiss to him in the most undeniable way.

But the more he struggled, the deeper the dream trapped him, like a quagmire.Lu Ju'an's heart sank gradually, he was trapped in a dream, there was nothing he could do, only that person could save him, only that person could save him.

He waited, waiting for a kiss to fall.

But the kiss he was waiting for did not land on his lips, but on the vertical line between his brows, where his lover kissed his frowning brows flat.

The next kiss landed on his eyelashes, and Lu Juan's eyelashes trembled slightly, like a butterfly fluttering its wings.

The kiss kept falling, falling on his cheek, chin, nose tip, and finally on his lips.

This kiss was very light, just lips touching, but this kiss was very heavy, kissing away the seven years they missed and all the misunderstandings.

Lu Ju'an's heart trembled accordingly, a ray of light shone in from nowhere in the chaotic and dark dream, it was the light that he once had and lost, and now he lost it again.

his light.

When Lu Juan woke up, the sky outside the window was already dark, the sun had not completely set, and warm orange light slipped in through the gaps in the undrawn curtains.

Lu Juan's head was still a little dizzy, and for a moment he couldn't even tell where he was now.Lu Ju was stunned for a while before picking up the memory. He was sweating all over, and his whole body was sticky and uncomfortable.

There was a glass of water on the bedside table, Lu Juan reached for it, the water was still warm.He raised his head and drank the water in one gulp, before getting up.

He was very familiar with this room, he used to teach Lin Qiao on the desk over there when he was in high school, Lin Qiao secretly kissed him on this bed, they kissed on this bed, and slept in each other's arms.

The arrangement of the desk is the same as before, except that the papers that were placed on it before have become several books.Lu Juan casually picked up a book and flipped through it casually. The book is very new, and it can be seen that the owner cherishes it very much.

There is a notebook under the book, which is very thick.Even though the owner has carefully protected it, this book is still stained with the traces of time and does not look very new.Originally, Lu Juan shouldn't have picked it up to read, but he vaguely felt that this book should be related to him.

He turned to the first page, and there was a photo on it. On the photo was a text message interface, and below it was Lin Qiaojuanxiu's handwriting. He copied all the contents of the text message.

"Are you coming to pick me up tomorrow morning?"

"I have something to do tomorrow, and I have already got rid of others to pick you up."

This is the first text message they both sent to each other.

Lu Juan continued to turn backwards, almost all of which were short messages they sent to each other, each of which was carefully transcribed.In addition to text messages, there is also a physics test paper, the handwriting of the answer is Lin Qiao's, and the handwriting of the error correction is his, the small note passed in class, the shopping receipt for them to go to the supermarket together, and the tickets for the park museum together , everything, everything, and everything has been well collected by Lin Qiao in this book.

Everything.

Lu Juan's heart suddenly became sore, and even his eye sockets were sore, he turned the book to the last page, there was nothing posted on it, only four words were written on the clean page.

"I still like him."

A mist of water suddenly appeared in front of Lu Juan's eyes, before he could wipe away the mist, the door of the room opened suddenly, Lu Juan turned his head, and met Lin Qiao who was standing at the door.

Lin Qiao looked at Lu Juan, his eyes moved down to the notebook he was holding, and his voice became unstable.

"you……"

Before he finished speaking, Lu Juan strode over and clasped Lin Qiao tightly into his arms.

Lu Juan's body temperature hadn't completely dropped yet, his embrace was very hot, as if it was going to set Lin Qiao's heart on fire.

Lin Qiao let him hold him, and suddenly felt a little water on his neck, and a thought came to his mind: This...is Lu Juan crying?

The two hugged quietly at the door of the room for a long time, as if time had stood still, and this moment was like forever.

It was a long time before Lu Juan let go of Lin Qiao, Lin Qiao stared at Lu Juan's eyes, the ends of his eyes were very red, there was still moisture in the eyes, his figure was reflected in them, very clear.

Lu Juan's voice was also hoarse, his voice was rough and unpleasant, he called: "Qiaoqiao."

Lin Qiao looked at him without making a sound.

Lu Juan continued, "Qiaoqiao."

"Bridge Bridge"

"Bridge Bridge"

"Bridge Bridge"

……

He called Lin Qiao one after another, as if he wanted to make up for the past seven years on this day.

Finally, Lin Qiao spoke, and he said, "I am here."

I'm here, I've always been here, never left.

These two words almost made Lu Juan cry again, he said: "Qiaoqiao, let's not miss it again, okay? We...don't miss it again, don't miss every day for the rest of our lives, we...we... ..."

Lu Juan spoke eagerly and incoherently, but Lin Qiao received all his feelings.

They have missed each other for seven years, they still like each other, they still love each other, so why should they miss?Why is he still pretending not to understand the other party's mind and continue to escape?

You can't lie to liking this thing, no matter if he still likes Lu Juan in five years, seven years or ten years, he will love him all his life!

So don't miss it anymore, don't waste time hesitating, really, you can't miss it anymore.

Lin Qiao spoke suddenly, his voice was a little hoarse, and he could hear the faint crying in his words: "You ask me again."

"When we first met, you wanted to ask me something."

Lu Ju'an was taken aback for a moment, and he asked after deliberation: "Qiaoqiao, these years... have you been doing well?"

Lin Qiao shook his head and said, "No, I'm not doing well at all."

He looked at Lu Ju'an, and said word by word: "I've been thinking about you all the time."

"I think about it every day, and I can't forget you at all."

"Lu Juan, I still like you."

Lu Juan hugged Lin Qiao into his arms again, as if he wanted to rub him into his own flesh and blood, he said.

"I also think about you every day, every day, I'm going crazy thinking about you."

"Qiaoqiao, I love you."

"I will love you forever."