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Yi Qian took out the key to open the door, and the faint light of the voice-activated lamp flowed into the room. There was no one inside, and it was as quiet as a painting.

For some reason, today he felt that the house was extremely deserted, and he even had the urge to turn around and go downstairs.But thinking that the person should have driven away, he finally opened the door and went in.

He turned on the light in the living room and wanted to go to the water dispenser to pour a glass of water. He just bent down when he suddenly felt a tight pain in his chest and a layer of sweat broke out on his head instantly.

He slid to the ground against the wall against his chest, breathing heavily.

Although the result of being brave is that he suffers, but when he thinks of the pleasure of stabbing the Soul Eater into that person's body, he thinks it is still worth it.

He turned his head and looked out of the window. The moon and stars were sparse, and the colorful clouds were floating. It seemed that there was no change in the night after a hundred years.

He suddenly remembered the year and his previous life.

Ayu is a very amazing person.

When Song Qing was five years old, he was squatting in a water tank, looking at him from the gap with the tank cover on his head. He looked like that; before Song Qinghuan died, he was forced to kneel on the ground and watched him hold a gun against his chest. When it comes to forehead, he still looks like that.

It seems to be immortal.

In fact, Ayou also has a famous name. As the adjutant of the Marshal of Lai City, his name Zhang Youjing is well known to everyone.

A bandit leader who set fire to a village, a bandit running dog who made plans, transformed himself into a marshal and hero loved by everyone, and carried the lives of the entire city on his shoulders. I don't care anymore.

At that time, Song Qinghuan saw a black military uniform sitting on the stage and clapped his hands under the stage. His libretto was broken there, and he just felt that life was funny.

The face looking at him on the stage intoxicatedly overlapped with the hideous face drenched in blood in the firelight.

Yi Qian closed his eyes, put his arms on his eyelids, and suddenly remembered what Lu Zhaoli said unintentionally when comforting him earlier.

"Yi Qian, believe it or not, you will be much happier in this life."

A laugh suddenly sounded in the silent room.

Yi Qian opened his eyes.

He was indeed much luckier, but he didn't have a father, and Song Qinghuan could only watch his parents and relatives being hacked to death with knives, and could only watch his enemies enjoy themselves happily.

Song Qinghuan has nothing, he is a poor man.

Yi Qian looked down at his hand. Unlike Song Qinghuan, his hand had distinct joints, and there was a thick callus on the first joint of his middle finger, which was left by using a pen often.

Apart from the hatred he brought into this life, there are many differences between him and Song Qinghuan.

He only smoked one of the cigarettes he bought that night when he came back from Liuheshui, and Yi Rongrong threw them into the trash can afterwards.

He exchanged memories with Meng Po in the underworld, and the purpose was just to avenge his enemies. He didn't need to make Yi Qian into Song Qinghuan.

Fortunately, in this life, he is much luckier.

There are relatives who love him, close friends at school, teachers who care about him, and...

Yi Qian suddenly thought of Lu Zhaoli.

He didn't know where to put Lu Zhaoli.

I don't know when my mood changed.

Maybe it was when Lu Zhaoli was flamboyantly provoking troubles, but he showed another side when he was drunk; maybe it was when he had a set of principles, but he still saved him on the rooftop.

And in the locker room, he played bad teasing.

Obviously he was very angry, but in his heart, there was actually a trace of joy that he didn't want to admit.

He didn't expect Lu Zhaoli to have the same thoughts about him, he was just afraid that if he approached the enemy unconsciously, he would push people away, and he couldn't even be a simple partner.

He once heard with his own ears the adjectives used by his classmates when they talked to him about a same-sex couple in the same grade who were rumored to be "gossip".

"Disgusting." He will never forget it in his life.

At that time, Yi Qian, who had just recognized his orientation, seemed to be standing in an ice cellar, his whole body was stiff.

In the previous life, when Song Qinghuan flattered the Marshal in order to get close to him, he, who was originally a well-known figure in Lai City, was reviled by the people of Lai City.

At that time, people's evaluation of him was also "disgusting".

Although Song Qinghuan had nothing to do with Marshal, the fact is that even though a hundred years have passed, people still cannot accept same-sex love.

Yi Qian couldn't help but think, if Lu Zhaoli thinks the same...

Yi Qian frowned, put away his boring thoughts, stood up staggeringly, went to the bathroom to take a hot bath, and washed away his exhaustion.

After he came out, the irritability didn't go away much. After walking around the room a few times, he picked up his coat in a mysterious way, and pushed the door open regardless of the water still dripping from his hair.

When he walked out of the corridor, he was shivered by the cold wind in his face, tightened his collar, and smiled self-deprecatingly.

It was so late, but he was looking forward to seeing the figure that could not appear here.

When his eyes touched the familiar car in front of him, Yi Qian was suddenly stunned.

The horn sounded rhythmically, and some aunt upstairs roared angrily. From a distance, Yi Qian saw Lu Zhaoli in the car frantically turning off the lights.

Smiled by his actions, Yi Qian watched from afar, feeling as much joy as doubt in his heart.

He wanted to avoid it, but he couldn't help but walked over.

Then he saw Lu Zhaoli who had just opened the door and got out of the car, standing there in a little surprise.The eyes met, he didn't know if he was delusional, he always felt that Lu Zhaoli's moist eyes suddenly caught fire.

When Yi Qian came back to his senses, Lu Zhaoli had already strode closer, pulled his wrist, and hugged himself into his arms.

The water droplets from his hair dripped onto his neck, and when he was blown by the wind, the wet and cool feeling made him wake up like never before.

He was like a child who got a long-awaited toy.

Yi Qian looked at the front in astonishment, and moved his hands up in vain, trying to climb up, but stopped in mid-air.

Lu Zhaoli's hot breath rushed to his ears, mixed with Lu Zhaoli's unique breath.

Yi Qian didn't know when he became so familiar with the clean fragrance of Lu Zhaoli's body.

"Lu—" just mouthed, but Yi Qian immediately closed his mouth again.

I don't know what lame reason he will use to make himself angry after he reminds Lu Zhaoli.Yi Qian quietly let him hold him, letting go of the greed in his heart.

As long as there is no interruption, perhaps this moment will be infinitely extended.

However, after a while, Lu Zhaoli released him like an electric shock.

Lu Zhaoli jumped away as if caught by his tail, looked at his arms with a ferocious expression, seemed a little annoyed, and then looked up again.

The light from the old light bulb flickered, Lu Zhaoli tried hard to distinguish the expression on Yi Qian's face.

Is it dislike, anger, or impatience.

In the end, Yi Qian remained expressionless.

That's even worse!Lu Zhao wailed inwardly.

He hurriedly took a step forward, and naturally wanted to put his hand on Yi Qian's shoulder, but immediately withdrew it, "Yi Qian, listen to me..."

Yi Qian frowned, and quickly cut off his words, "Why haven't you come home so late?"

He wanted to play dumb for once, if he heard another joke-like excuse from Lu Zhaoli, then his last illusion would be shattered.

It's not uncommon for people to have selfishness, right?

He felt that only a straight-line-thinking idiot like Lu Zhaoli wouldn't think so much.

Lu Zhaoli, who was dissed by Yi Qian from the bottom of his heart, was a little dumbfounded.

He blinked, and silently recited Yi Qian's question three times in his mind.

Didn't you question your own inexplicable behavior?

He thought Yi Qian would lose his temper!

"Ahem!" Lu Zhaoli pressed the back of his head, "I just went back to the underworld, and I'm about to go home."

He secretly looked at Yi Qian's face.

Yi Qian frowned slightly, and originally wanted to ask him what he was doing back in the underworld, but after thinking about it, he seemed not qualified to care so much.

"By the way! I have something to ask you." Lu Zhaoli changed his serious expression, looked at Yi Qian and said.

"what's up?"

"What kind of deal did you make with Meng Po?"

Yi Qian's eyes flashed, and he clenched his hands unconsciously. Although his face was still calm, there was already a storm in his heart.

He already knew that he remembered his previous life?

Did he go back to the underworld to check the information of his previous life?

Then he flattered his enemies all the time, did he also know the unbearable past?

"What did Po Meng tell you?" Yi Qian took a deep breath and put all the messy thoughts in his mind behind him.

He stared at Lu Zhaoli closely, as if he was afraid of seeing any disgusted expression on his face.But he suddenly remembered that Lu Zhaoli, who had lived in that era, should have known his deeds well.

He was a little concerned and messed up.

What Lu Zhaoli thought of was another picture.

Po Meng did tell him a lot, but now he only remembers that sentence.

"You love him, that's why you like what he likes, worry about what he worries about, when he loves you, you also love him, when he suffers, you also suffer, and when he is happy, you are also happy."

"love him……"

Lu Zhaoli felt his heart beating wildly, and he suddenly had an urge to tell Yi Qian exactly what he said, although it was a little numb and a little hard to say...

But what the hell, he's gonna say it!

"Easy to move! I—"

"Ah, isn't this Xiao Lu?"

Lu Zhaoli's words were interrupted by a woman, to be precise, by his mother.

Yi Rongrong walked over with her bag in her hand, her high heels tapping the ground regularly.

"Why don't you go in, what are you doing outside? The temperature has dropped in the past two days and it's been cold at night, go up quickly." Yi Rongrong pushed Lu Zhaoli and invited him very warmly.

The good atmosphere was broken, Lu Zhaoli was a little annoyed, he sneaked a glance at Yi Qian, and found that he was looking at him with his lips pursed.

It's not the right time for the mother to come back!

"No auntie, it's too late, I have to go home." Lu Zhaoli smiled apologetically, with an unusually modest attitude.

Yi Rongrong was a little disappointed, she looked at her son's quiet little eyes, suddenly her eyes lit up, and she said to Lu Zhaoli with a smile: "It's okay, it's not too late for you to come again on Xiaoqian's birthday the day after tomorrow."

Yi Qian turned to look at Yi Rongrong.

"Birthday?" Lu Zhaoli was taken aback.

"Well, it just so happens that you guys are on holiday, and his birthday is on the Mid-Autumn Festival." Yi Rongrong nodded, then turned to look at Yi Qian, and said to him, "It's the two of us every year, why don't you invite some of your friends this year Bar."

Before Yi Qian could refuse, Yi Rongrong frowned, "No, our house is a bit small, why don't you go out and come back after playing."

Yi Qian objected subconsciously: "Mom, no need..."

"It's useful!" Lu Zhaoli hurriedly nodded in agreement, then patted Yi Qian, winked and said, "My first birthday since I met you, I must have a good time!"

He was worried that he didn't have a chance to say those words, but God immediately gave him an excellent opportunity!

No matter whether Yi Qian hated him, resisted him or looked down on him, he decided to let Yi Qian know his intentions!

After all, this is a throbbing that is rare in a century.

Yi Qian looked at Lu Zhaoli who suddenly started giggling, his eyes were gloomy, as if trying to see what was going on in his mind, but it was all in vain.

Why is he so excited about my birthday?Yi Qian was puzzled.

But suddenly he slightly looked forward to his birthday.