The boy next door came out

Yanhe, I am Hokuriku

On October 2019, 10, the weather was cloudy with cold dew

but said yes

This peace of mind is my hometown

Yanhe's three-month training was over, during which he originally wanted to come back for the Mid-Autumn Festival but failed.

It happened that a patient who was using ECMO (artificial lung) was admitted. He worked overtime and stayed there to learn, and he almost moved himself.

Although he called Hokuriku to complain every day, he still studied painfully after hanging up the phone.

Hokuriku sometimes wonders how a creature like Yanhe lived happily for so long.

The sad feeling in one second, the joyful smile in the next second.

Beilu was in class at the School of Basic Medicine this afternoon. The three-hour class was not easy, and when the bell finally ended, he felt much better.

Because Yanhe is back.

When he followed the crowd of students to the outside of the teaching building, he saw him standing there calmly.

With a bright face and a slight smile at the corner of his eyes, he quietly leaned against the white car body, the rustling of leaves, and the joyful whispers in his halo of light smudged by the gentle sunlight.

He never said anything, but Beilu felt that he had been waiting for a long, long time.

Hokuriku waited for the students to walk a little farther away before walking up to him slowly.

"Go home!" Yan He raised an eyebrow at him, and the little Bei Lu was reflected in his black pupils.

Let Hokuriku's heart beat.

He stretched out his hand, and the soft fingertips covered the corners of his lips, wanting to taint his happiness as well.

Yan He was about to turn his head to bite it, but Bei Lu moved his hand away first, cleared his throat and said, "Okay!"

Those slender eyes were full of forbearance.

"Do you think about me?" Yanhe's car felt as if it was about to drive like a rocket, but the traffic was not going his way. He occasionally turned his head to see Beilu's hot eyes, without any concealment.

Let the fire in his heart grow hotter and hotter, and the light refracted by the mirror can't cover up the luster in his eyes.

He always wants to have something cheap to say, these days he is always nagging Bei Lu in his ears, trying to force him to say something he likes to hear.

Pianbei Lu Jinkou is difficult to open, and he always looks pure and ascetic.

Now the car was stuck in the road again, and Yan He was about to suffer from road rage.

He just rolled down the window and was about to curse, when Hokuriku said leisurely behind him, "I want to!"

Yan He's furious face smiled again, and the girl next to him just now rolled down the window, tremblingly thinking that the handsome brother was going to scold someone, but he didn't expect him to change his face in a second. smile.

She was about to say that he changed his mind because of her beauty, but the next second she was severely slapped in the face.

No, be hit hard in life.

Before the car window was rolled up, he saw the handsome Yan He turn around and kiss Bei Lu in the car.

The sound of the horn behind him soared into the sky, but Ke Yanhe still ignored it.

It hurts Hokuriku's jaw.

Hokuriku pushed his chest, a little happy and a little annoyed.

"Hey hey..." The laughter was so rambunctious that Hokuriku couldn't bear to look at him anymore, so he quickly turned his head away.

There were other cars passing by behind him, and they scolded Yan He, "Are you sick?"

Yan He smiled and shouted out the window, "Master is happy today, I don't know as much as you."

Started the car again.

Along the way, Yan He harbored the dirty thoughts of wanting to push Bei Lu on the spot, but Bei Lu didn't pay much attention to him.

Those slender eyes glanced here and there, but they didn't linger on him.

There were other people in the elevator, but Yan He stared straight at his profile.

The thin red earlobe has been hooking his heart.

As soon as the elevator opened, before Bei Lu could move his foot, Yan He grabbed his wrist and strode out.

Seeing that there was no one in the corridor, the thought of enduring all the way came out, and he grabbed his lips and kissed him.

Hokuriku's slender fingers stretched in from the hem of his clothes, hugged his strong waist, and responded to his enthusiasm with all his strength.

The voice of intertwining lips and teeth extended all the way to the living room.

Yan He pushed Bei Lu down on the sofa, and took off his obstructive shirt after three times.

He put one hand on top of Hokuriku, and the rough fingers stroked his lips.

"Scream, brother!" His obsidian-like eyes lingered on his neck.

Hokuriku put aside his hand, still ignoring him with the corners of his mouth tightly closed.

The hand supporting his back lit fire everywhere on his back.

Yan He kissed the shirt all the way along his pretty neck.

Covering the button with his big hand, he tore off his white shirt forcefully, revealing a large piece of smooth skin on his chest, and the small bulge on his chest made his eyes red.

He leaned down and kissed her, and Hokuriku's Adam's apple rolled twice.

There was a big shudder in his chest, and he raised his head and his thin white neck was stretched.

Bending up against him.

The blushing voice could not help but overflow from between the teeth.

"What are you doing!?" A scream woke up the two who had completely sunk.

In just one second, Hokuriku has fallen from heaven to hell.

A worldly shackle was heavily locked on his feet.

Yan He's face, which was close at hand just now, was far away, and he wanted to reach out to keep him.

But the tough jawline still slipped away from his palm.

Not even a moment of reality remained.

Ms. Zhao stood at the door of the room with a shocked expression on her face. She knew that Yan He would come back today, so she came to help him tidy up when the sun was good.

But he did not expect to encounter such an unbearable scene.

One is his son.

One also looked like his son.

how is this possible! ?

She covered her mouth and turned her back, only her shoulders held back the trembling.

Hearing Ms. Zhao's roar, Yan He immediately pulled Bei Lu's clothes over and covered them up.

Standing up with his upper body naked, he walked not far away to pick up his clothes.

Those handsome facial features are full of pimples that haven't faded yet.

Today, no matter what he said, he couldn't cover it up.

Ms. Zhao was stunned for a while before turning around.

Look at Hokuriku sitting messily and silently on the sofa, his normally expressionless cheeks are blushing.

No matter how unwilling she was to think about that, she knew it was impossible.

There are explanations for the little tricks they used to secretly rub under their own noses.

But who can accept this explanation.

Such two excellent sons should have a lot of good time.

What was in front of their eyes was clearly a vast avenue, why did they cross it?

Why did it suddenly go the other way one day?

how come! ?

She didn't dare to think about how long this relationship lasted.

She bit her lips tightly, her usually smiling eyes were full of shock, disappointment, and puzzlement, and she tried her best to hold back the collapse under her delicate makeup.

Her eyes, which were similar to Yan He's, no longer had the soft light that always flowed in them in the past.

She looked at him and then at him.

In the end, the tears that had been held back for a long time still slid down the corners of his eyes.

Her silent tears fell deeply on Hokuriku's heart.

Since he was young, he knew that he was standing on the edge of a cliff, with the endless abyss behind him, as if it could swallow him up in the next second.

Yan He walked over to hug Ms. Zhao, but Ms. Zhao bypassed his arms, covered her chest, and walked slowly towards Beilu from beside him.

Those footsteps were floating endlessly.

Yan He felt sad when he saw Ms. Zhao's teary eyes.

In the past, no matter how big a mistake he made, Ms. Zhao never refused his hug.

He thought that as long as she was willing to fall into his arms, she could scold and forgive everything.

But he didn't feel that all this was wrong, isn't that what love is like?

If you like it, you like it. There are so many rules and regulations.

Aren't these secular rules made by people?

Ms. Zhao usually rejected his arms for the first time.

He looked at his empty arms, but he wanted to hug Hokuriku sadly.

Beilu still bowed his head and remained silent, Yanhe flooded his mind and body like a ray of light.

The illusion of all this is getting heavier and heavier.

When night comes, the stars on that side should fly to the infinite sky.

That is the home.

He didn't want to drag him down out of the world, into that invisible, suffocating and hopeless abyss.

Ms. Zhao stopped at his feet with desperate steps.

"I'm sorry!" Hokuriku said in a deep voice, staring at the brilliant colors on the carpet.

He didn't dare to raise his eyes to look at Ms. Zhao who had been caring for him so much.

With just one glance from him just now, the ups and downs of despair in her eyes had already smashed everything he had worked so hard for.

He didn't even dare to extravagantly ask for forgiveness, but he still dared to introduce that surging bright light into his resting life and let it rise and fall with him.

Yan He looked at Bei Lu who was in sorrow, just like his posture when he just returned to Jinling.

Just like the weather-beaten years, all meaningful wind and flowers have left him, leaving only ruins.

"Mom! I..." Yan He wanted to speak anxiously, he was afraid that Bei Lu would say something that made him despair in the next second.

"Shut up!" Ms. Zhao's sharp voice shocked Yan He, "I don't want to hear your mouth full of absurdity!"

Ms. Zhao just stared at Bei Lu, her words were full of sadness, "I just pretended I didn't see anything today!" She knew that Bei Lu was a good boy, and she also selfishly understood that he should know what to do.

After she finished speaking, she didn't wait for Bei Lu to raise her eyes, she covered her face and rushed out the door. Those chaotic footsteps made Yan He's heart sink.

He walked slowly to Hokuriku, squatted at his feet, and looked at Hokuriku as usual.

The colorful carpet under his feet made Hokuriku feel deeply melancholy.

He stretched out his hand to stroke his hair, the slender eyes had already faded away, only the boundless loneliness and deadness seemed to melt into his blood, and even the voice tremblingly echoed it.

"This hair is so long, it's a pity I won't be able to catch it in the future..."

Hearing this, Yanhe buried him tightly in his arms, hugging his waist, his voice was full of sadness, "I'll keep it longer in the future, grab it as you like..."

The time when he returned to Jinling and met Yanhe again was the most glorious love in his life.

Hokuriku's voice above his head was fluctuating, "It's so difficult..."