Be a qualified heartthrob

He Yanming saw that text message in the middle of the night.

In the middle of the night, when I was half asleep and half awake, I got up because of the nightmare, but I couldn't remember the scene in the dream. There was only a throbbing pain near the temple. He Yanming took a sip of water and checked the time on his phone. Only then did he see the sentence " You have a new text message".

He Yanming rubbed his temples, thinking it was some kind of spam text message, but in this long night, without him by his side, there was only a lonely and cold bed, which made him feel cold all over for no reason;

He needs a little company, even if it's just spam.

He clicked on the text message,

stunned,

"I am home."

After 3 minutes, He Yanming was almost insane!

Zhang Tianyou and his assistant had already been woken up by him. There was no flight back at 08:30 in the morning. The earliest flight was at [-]:[-] in the morning, but how could He Yanming afford to wait?

Even if he drives back, he has to leave now!

Zhang Tianyou looked at the faint red at the end of He Yanming's eyes, and knew that his brother was having a hard time these days. At most, he was suffering a little bit of physical torture, but his brother had been living under the double torture of spirit and body, and had a good life. People are not human, ghosts are not ghosts, just looking at them is not enough,

Now that guy finally gave him hope, his brother is still doing well, at least he didn't run away directly.

Go, go back, go back, if you don't go back, He Yanming will tear him up.

While checking air tickets online, driving away, I finally found a nearby city with a flight at 04:30. A group of people hurried over and finally rushed over. He Yanming, who was sitting on the plane, was stiff and his eyes were blank. Staring blankly at the front, the sitting posture was like a primary school student in class. Zhang Tianyou tried to divert his attention several times, but He Yanming didn't even look at him.

Zhang Tianyou touched his nose, and decided not to provoke He Yanming at this time.

After all, a "broken love" man is not easy to mess with.

After getting off the plane, there were already people here to pick them up. He Yanming urged them to hurry up all the way, as if he wanted to drive the car to 180 miles. The driver smiled bitterly: "Sir, I really can't go any faster. punished."

He Yanming pursed his lips and did not speak.

Although there is still a long way to go home, his heart is beating "thumping", and there are many fine beads of sweat on his palms. He wishes to fly home immediately, but he is afraid to see The one at home.

He knew he was wrong, would that person forgive him?

It's so late, is that person still at home?

Thinking of this, He Yanming couldn't help feeling regretful again, why couldn't he check his phone more, why didn't he pick it up and take a second look after hearing the sound?why why why? ! !

If Ye Shaoan was missed because of this, He Yanming would probably be able to open the window and jump out of the house.

The sun was rising little by little, and the whole city was gradually gaining popularity. It was already past six o'clock in the morning of the next day. As the familiar streets appeared in front of him one by one, He Yanming's heart was "thumping" violently. Jump up.

Almost home.

That person is still waiting for him at home.

He Yanming's body was inexplicably stiff, his mind was blank, he didn't know how he got out of the car, or how he climbed up the stairs.

There seemed to be a fault in his memory, and he almost stared blankly in front of him.

One step, two steps, three steps;

First floor, second floor, third floor;

getting closer to home,

He panicked more and more.

Countless questions filled his mind;

Countless voices are drilling into his cochlea;

He could hear his heart beating violently;

He can hear the brain seem to rustle;

He finally walked up to the last floor.

the light is on,

That person is still there,

Still in their home, with the lights on, waiting for him.

At that moment, He Yanming could only hear the vibration of his heart beating steadily, he raised his head, and a tear slipped from the corner of his eyes;

He has always believed that men shed blood but not tears;

He has always believed that tears are the tools of the weak;

But now, he couldn't use anything else to express the excitement and joy, guilt and gratitude deep in his heart;

The emotions that had been surging in my heart for a long time finally broke out at this moment.

He Yanming took out the key from his pocket, his hands trembled a little, the key made rustling noises in the quiet corridor, after several efforts, he finally inserted the key into the keyhole;

The door was opened.

The living room is filled with warm lights, the person he misses day and night, just sitting in the messy room, and when he hears the sound, he just raises his head to look at him;

At that glance, it seems that thousands of years have passed.

"An'an..." He Yanming didn't dare to move, and only called hoarsely, "I was wrong."

"Sorry, I was wrong."

He Yanming repeated again, he was never a man who easily admits mistakes, but in front of Ye Shaoan, he seemed to have only these few words left to say.

"I'm hungry." Ye Shaoan threw away the magazine in his hand, pointed to the kitchen lightly, and said, "Let's cook."

"Good good!"

He Yanming quickly ran to the kitchen. At this moment, he was suddenly very grateful. At that time, he only smashed the living room, and did not touch the kitchen refrigerator. Most of the ingredients in the refrigerator were useless, but there were still rice noodles and eggs. Make an omelette with millet porridge, which can be used for breakfast.

He Yanming looked at the golden-yellow rice porridge in the pot, the sunlight from outside the window shone in and slanted on him, he closed his eyes, the corners of his lips trembled slightly,

He knew that even though Ye Shaoan didn't say anything, this move undoubtedly forgave him.

Or rather, he never blamed him.

Ye Shaoan texted him, saying, "He's at home."

No matter how much he argues and gets angry, his An An always regards this place as his home;

The home of the two of them.

He Yanming's heartbeat slowed down, he looked at the golden omelette in the pot, and slowly showed a smile;

——Do you know what happiness is?

——Happiness is that no matter how many wrong things you have done, no matter whether you argue, quarrel, leave home, or get angry, there is always someone who is willing to give you directions and make great efforts to make you understand what you don't understand;

——Happiness is, after a thousand sails, that person is still willing to wait for you at home.

I love him.

He Yanming said to himself,

I love him.

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