Shen Shizhen

After that, it took several days for Ji Chuan to take Ai Fan on a sloppy tour of Wuhan.

During the period, Ai Fan sighed more than once: "Is this really just a city? Isn't Wuhan a municipality directly under the Central Government?"

Ji Chuan laughed in his heart: "You still know the municipalities directly under the central government? You Franks picked Lance as the capital according to the size of the city?"

Although Ai Fan couldn't refute it, he still expressed his most sincere respect for Wuhan's "vast territory".

If there is a fly in the ointment, it may be that you can't see the beautiful scenery during the day, and you can't sleep with beauties at night.

In this regard, Ji Chuan is very modest: "Wuhan is not a tourist city, there is no special beauty for you to see, and I am not a catwalk model, and there will be nothing special if you sleep with your eyes closed."

Ai Fan has completely given up struggling with the choking and accurate Ji Chuan now, and what his wife said is right, at least he still sleeps in the same bed at night.

In the past few days, the two have been obsessed with revisiting their old places, completely unaware of the earth-shaking changes in Franks overnight.

At present, all members of the Lance Headquarters are on the first level of alert. Headed by Kirk, almost everyone is guarding in front of electronic products. This time, even Walker is not surprised.

When Molde first got the news, like everyone else, he just thought it was a breeze passing by, and didn't take it to heart at all. After all, it's not a day or two before such remarks appear on the Internet. up.

But to everyone's expectation, the rumors showed signs of gradually heating up this time, and by the time they realized it, it was already too late.

After Ji Chuan took Ai Fan around Wuhan, he returned to the original starting point.

The two didn't go in, but just looked in from the outside through the high railing wall. Ji Chuan introduced to the man beside him: "This is my elementary school, and it has been renovated so many times now."

Ai Fan put his hands on the railing, and various scattered images about this elementary school flashed before his eyes. It used to be a red roof and white walls, but later the walls were painted blue, and a new teaching building was built. and sports venues.

Laughing and running around, he thought he might have seen his little Chuanchuan.

The smile on Ai Fan's face reached his eyes: "Did you like Mickey Mouse very much when you were young, schoolbags and pencil cases, everything is Mickey Mouse."

Ji Chuan was a little surprised, but also a little shy: "Can I see this too? I thought I couldn't see it."

Ai Fan wrapped his arms around Ji Chuan's waist accurately, and buckled to his side: "It seems that I have good luck today, and if I am not careful..."

Evan paused before he finished speaking.

Ji Chuan saw that the man suddenly turned around and looked diagonally behind the two of them. There was a black private car parked there. If it wasn't for Ai Fan, Ji Chuan might not have noticed the car parked by the roadside at all.

Ai Fan could feel Ji Chuan's sudden tension, and he asked in a low voice, "What's the matter, who is there?"

He only knew that there was a gaze in that direction that had been watching them closely, with an inquiry beyond the normal scope.

Ji Chuan didn't know who was in that car, but he knew that car. The color and model might be wrong, but the license plate number wouldn't.

"That's my car..." Ji Chuan felt that his throat was a little dry.

Ai Fan didn't react for a while, and he didn't understand the situation in front of him until the people in the car got off and walked to the two people facing each other.

"Hi, I'm Ji Chuan." That's how the man introduced himself.

The three people in the box were all silent, and came in from the outside all the way. Such a strange combination of the three of them received the attention of many people.

Ji Chuan looked at "myself" opposite, and finally said the first sentence: "You are not Ji Chuan."

The boy who had the same face as himself seemed a little frightened by his frankness, and the boy began to apologize: "I'm sorry if I offended you."

After speaking, he raised his hand and poured the tea for the two of them.

Ji Chuan choked up, the boy's thoughtful words and actions made him feel quite complicated, from the first time he saw him, Ji Chuan began to respond, it was a very subtle feeling.

Because it's really exactly the same... exactly the same...

While Ji Chuan was looking at the boy, the boy was also looking at Ji Chuan, a person who was almost indistinguishable from him from inside to outside.

The young man hesitated to ask, as if he didn't know if asking would disturb them: "Excuse me... are you from the Franks?"

Ji Chuan suppressed the discomfort welling up in his heart, and officially started "chatting" with the boy.

Ji Chuan: "Yes."

Boy: "Did you visit my school a few days ago? I mean... our school."

Ji Chuan nodded: "Did you see it?"

The young man shook his head: "It was my friend who saw it. I didn't know until several people came to ask me, um... your friend can't understand Chinese."

As he spoke, the boy took the initiative to switch to French and sent his greetings to Ai Fan.

But the handsome French man in front of him unexpectedly responded to him in fluent Chinese, and the young man was a little surprised: "You speak Chinese really well."

Ai Fan couldn't see how similar the boy's face was to his Chuan Chuan, but he could hear the voice, if it wasn't for the slight difference in tone, it would be really hard to tell the difference.

"You also spoke very well." Although the man said so, the young man could sense the man's resistance to him, and he understood the meaning of Ai Fan's words.

Ji Chuan looked at him and frowned sadly: "I'm sorry, I know I'm a bit selfish, but I really don't want to live that kind of life anymore, and you also..."

The young man didn't finish his sentence, as if he wanted to save Ji Chuan's face, but Ji Chuan didn't care, "It's nothing, I was supposed to be the one who was going to die at the time, so you don't have to take it too seriously."

Ji Chuan was not the only one who felt subtle, the young man was also at a loss when he looked at the "self" with a strong aura in front of him.

To be honest, he has also estimated in his heart more than once the scene when the two meet, but the current Ji Chuan is completely different from the Ji Chuan he imagined.

A year ago, he was reborn here using a forbidden technique, and the most effort he spent was to imitate the genuine Ji Chuan in front of him.

But the gentle and self-sufficient young man in others' mouths and the person sitting in front of him now are somewhat inconsistent.

For so long, no one has ever doubted that this body has changed a soul, which means that his imitation is successful.

He got rid of many habits and got used to the life of a rich young master. Although it was only a short year, he really lived his life like the original Ji Chuan.

But he is obviously not the same as the young man in front of him with stars in his eyes...

As if seeing the boy's mind, Ji Chuan wrote lightly: "Don't worry, you are very similar."

The boy was taken aback suddenly: "I..."

There was a deep gully between Ji Chuan's eyebrows, which is not common: "I really just came back to take a look, there is no other meaning, you can just stay at Ji's house for me with peace of mind."

The young man murmured: "Thank you...I'm really sorry..."

Seeing that Ji Chuan didn't want to say much for the time being, the young man turned the conversation to the silent foreign friend: "Sorry, I haven't asked your name for so long. Speaking of which, my friends will ask me afterwards because they I saw you then."

Ai Fan has never had a good impression of people who use forbidden techniques. This is the bottom line that cannot be touched, even if this person is in the same line as his Chuanchuan.

"Ivan Benson." Ivan replied very briefly.

It wasn't until the boy politely pushed the menu towards Ai Fan when ordering that he realized that he had a problem with his eyesight.

Ai Fan refused directly, and he returned the menu to the young man: "Order it, I can't see it, Chuanchuan doesn't like ordering."

The young man was blinded for a long time before he could speak. It was a pity that he couldn't see these ice blue eyes: "I... I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I didn't know you couldn't see..."

After knowing that Ai Fan couldn't see, the boy couldn't help but want to see it.

This man is really attractive, with a special charm between sunshine and maturity. It can be seen that he must be a good-tempered person at ordinary times, and there is such a little intimacy hidden in the deep outline.

Ai Fan is blind, but Ji Chuan is not blind.

Being looked at his boyfriend like this, Ji Chuan felt that he probably shouldn't keep silent any longer.

"Does it look good?" Ji Chuan asked him.

The boy's face turned red almost all of a sudden, and he seemed at a loss. Ji Chuan knew that he was about to apologize again: "Don't apologize, I'm just asking casually."

The boy's ears were red. Just when Ji Chuan thought he would skip this topic, he unexpectedly answered his question directly: "It looks good."

His face was blushing, but he still looked straight into his eyes.

It wasn't until this time that Ji Chuan was really stunned, and the overwhelming emotions in his heart became more and more complicated.

That night, the teenager sent the two of them back to the hotel. After the two of them washed up and lay flat on the bed, Ai Fan stretched out his arms to embrace the silent lover beside him, and said, "He really resembles you."

Ji Chuan closed his eyes: "You think so too."

Indeed, Ji Chuan naturally knew what he was like, what he had been like for nearly 20 years.

Pay attention to etiquette, always look into other people's eyes seriously when speaking, be sensitive to everyone's emotional changes, sometimes have your own persistence... even be good at apologizing.

Ai Fan sniffed the fragrance from the tip of his nose and said slowly: "You were like this at the time, it made people itch."

Ji Chuan snorted: "At that time."

"Now it's more than just an itchy heart." As he spoke, Ai Fan smiled and kissed his dear's ear, and rubbed against his body boldly, speaking with facts.

Normally, Ji Chuan would definitely ignore him, but today Ji Chuan actually responded to him, which made him very flattered.

Although it was just a simple use of hands, it was only last week that Ai Fan dared to rub his Chuan Chuan for the first time, and he got his wish so quickly. It was completely different from the previous year-long pursuit. Proportionally, it didn't make him feel real at all.

Later, after helping Chuan Chuan wipe his hands clean, Ai Fan said, "Actually, it's still different."

In the end, the image of the boy blushing and saying "It looks good" to himself is still deeply imprinted in Ji Chuan's mind.

Ai Fan said: "Maybe give him a little more time, whether in the past or in the future, he will really become exactly like you, but some things are innate and cannot be learned."

Ji Chuan sneered: "I don't necessarily want to learn, you just say that I was born by my own mother, and that he was picked up by my stepmother."