you are my light

Simply put, the jars that were buried back then were not far away, and after a few shovels with the shovel, the original appearance was revealed. There were two round glass jars with panda heads, and there were quite a few wish lists inside.

Qiao Guang picked up the two jars and wiped them for a long time before revealing the words engraved on the lids. One was Qiao Guang's jar, and the other was engraved with Qiao Xingchen's name.

"Brother, do you still remember? I begged for a long time before you were willing to accompany me to write these hypocritical death wishes."

"Well, if you are not hypocritical, you will die. I am too embarrassed."

"Let's go, go to the room and take it apart to see what innocent wishes it is."

The panda jar with Qiao Guang’s name written on it was filled with notes, small enough for my brother to play hide-and-seek with me, big enough not to be separated from my brother when I grow up, the more you look at it, the more you can understand the heart of this child. How innocent and soft, Qiao Xingchen held back his tears and turned around to smoke on the balcony, Qiao Guang didn't stop him.

In the other jar, there were only a few pitiful notes.

When he was a teenager, Qiao Xingchen met such a clingy kid like Qiao Guang. He was very defensive, but he still loved this nominal younger brother very much. He was cute and put himself in the most important position in his heart. How could it make people bear it? He failed his expectations.

So in Qiao Guang's memory, Qiao Xingchen was always there, reading books with him, playing basketball with him, and buying game discs with him...

When Qiao Xingchen didn't understand the relationship between men and women, he thought it was normal for him to love Qiao Guang boundlessly and want to control him, but more or less other people's different perspectives let him know that this relationship was not normal. After making love to his daughter, he realized that perhaps he fell in love with this nominal younger brother.

The fetters of identity and the eyes of the world made him uncomfortable, and Qiao Guang's ignorance made him obsessed. He just stood in front of the abyss and stared at the abyss, only one step away from jumping into the abyss.

So at that time, Qiao Guang pulled him to insist on writing what he wanted to do most in the future. He really wrote down his inner desire, but he also prevented Qiao Guang from peeping at that time.

Qiao Guang, who had grown up at this time, opened the jar again, looked at the few notes that could be regarded as letters, tears still fell uncontrollably, and the throbbing in his heart was stronger than ever before. strong.

"elder brother……"

With a cry, Qiao Guang ran to the balcony and hugged Qiao Xingchen fiercely.

Qiao Xingchen patted Qiao Aperture's hands around his waist, turned around and gave him a hug back.

"Although that incident back then was caused by your mother, Qiao Guang, do you know? I had this kind of thought about you when you were very young, so the overall fault is still on me. If I didn't Me, you will probably find a girl to marry and have children, and live your life happily and happily instead of being entangled with me. "

"No way, Qiao Xingchen, who do you think you are? You can still influence my thoughts. Only I can decide who I like. I don't think it's a problem if I like you. You are not allowed to push me away again."

"Are you... the kind of love you really like? I'm talking about the kind that resembles the love between a man and a woman."

He knew that Qiao Xingchen was always a little unconfident about things about him, but he didn't expect Qiao Xingchen to be so inferior.

"I love you, I love you, I really love you very much."

Looking at Qiao Xingchen very firmly, Qiao Guang saw that his brother's eyes suddenly brightened, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised. He might never forget that look in his life. He wanted to kiss him for no reason. The fact is, he did the same. Done.

On the first day of the new year, when the moon was shining, Qiao Guang and Qiao Xingchen finally opened up their defenses and resolved all misunderstandings, leaving only their love for each other.

I don't know where the love started, but I have always been deeply in love.

Qiao Guang's physique is much slimmer than Qiao Xingchen's, which gave Qiao Xingchen the opportunity to carry him into the bedroom in one fell swoop. The shirt on his upper body was long gone, and he didn't know that the chain of his trousers had been pulled away at that moment. He is a vigorous young man, and he is really impatient when he gets emotional.

One night, Qiao Guang didn't have time to rest at all. He was manipulated by Qiao Xingchen, and he changed countless positions. His legs had already lost feeling, and his mind was very confused. In the affectionate eyes.

When Qiao Guang finally woke up, the sun was scorching hot, and he felt a little tired, and it took him a long time to sit up. The buttocks felt cool and cool, which was the medicine Qiao Xingchen gave him.

Last night, I really didn't know how to control myself. When I saw Qiao Guang's body covered in bruises early in the morning, Qiao Xingchen was a little frightened, so he quickly called a private doctor. He was fine and prescribed some chrysanthemum-raising plasters. , I told Qiao Xingchen not to be ignorant of such enthusiasm. The doctor is also a sensible person, and he has a good friendship with Qiao Xingchen, so there is nothing strange about it.

Not long after, Qiao Xingchen came in with a bowl of rotten vegetable and meat porridge. Seeing that Qiao Guang had woken up, he hurried over to help him into a comfortable sitting position.

"How is it, does it still hurt?"

Glancing at Qiao Xingchen, Qiao Guang was speechless.

"I'm hungry."

"Okay, let me feed you. I cooked it in the morning. It's all your favorite ingredients."

The porridge was blown by Qiao Xingchen and fed into Qiao Guang's mouth one by one. It was an ordinary and uninspiring scene, but it moved Qiao Guang.

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Suddenly found out. . .

Writing this kind of plot that is about to drive is inexplicably fast. . .