After being hit by a demon that fell from the sky

In front of him is the young man's broad back, sweat flowing down the honey-colored skin one by one, and merging into a thin stream in the depression, outlining his beautiful and smooth back curve...

Fang Qian woke up from the dream.What catches the eye is the snow-white ceiling, which is no different from the one in the dream, but there is no warm and vigorous body around him, and with the emptiness around him, there is also his chest, and the indescribable numbness and slight pain hit him again. .

It was such a dream again.

I don't know when, these dreams began to haunt him, every night, every night, it was the figure of that young man.

The dreams are chaotic and unreal. Sometimes they wear the clothes of the ancients, relying on the vain to control the wind, and smile at each other; sometimes they travel back to the present world, lying side by side on the lawn, looking at the shining sky. Xingzi, fireflies rise from the water's edge, and time flows like a stream; more often, they are in this bedroom, on this big bed, lingering to death.

He seems to have entangled with him countless times, every curve of his body, every warm and flexible touch of his skin... He is so familiar with everything about that person.

Sweat was sticky all over his body, he lifted the quilt annoyed, put on his nightgown and got out of bed, and walked all the way to the bathroom.

Fang Qian stood under the shower, letting the hot water wash over his body, "Zhang Yan..." He closed his eyes tightly, but the man's name leaked out from his slightly parted lips.

Just thinking about him, Fang Qian could hardly breathe.

What kind of magical power does this man named Zhang Yan possess?

Is it the sunshine smell on him when you get close?Is it his bright eyes when he smiles?Is it his rich and warm lips?Or his vigorous and attractive body?

He pushed back his drooping hair and turned off the shower.

No, it is not.Not just that.

Fang Qian lowered his head and stared at the foam flowing away from the floor drain.

From the first moment he saw him, he could never take his eyes off him.

So no matter where he is, no matter how deliberately he hides, as long as he shows a little trace, he can find him in an instant-and then greedily take everything he has into his eyes.

Zhang Yan, Zhang Yan, Zhang Yan... I don't know when, this young man has occupied all his thoughts...

He called the young man's name again, and pain and bitterness suddenly appeared.

Does he know him?Or... did he love him?

Fang Qian raised his head and sighed long, no matter what happened in the past, it has passed.The only thing he can be sure of is now: to see him, to talk to him, to kiss him...

He likes him.

Zhang Yan's call came in at this time, Fang Qian stared at the phone, as if a monster was about to run out of it.He hesitated again and again, but unexpectedly picked it up by accident.

By the time he realized it, he had already put on his coat and was excited to go out.

The scenery outside the car window was receding rapidly, and his thoughts were in a mess.

Zhang Yan called that name again: He Lanjue.

Is it because he resembles that person so subconsciously that he always regards him as He Lanjue and calls him by that name all the time?

He still remembered the sweet taste of that kiss, even if he didn't want to admit it, it was still one of the most wonderful experiences he had ever had, his heartbeat accelerated suddenly, blood rushed to his face, but his whole body was as light as if he was stepping on a cloud.

He also called him He Lanjue that day.

If he always regards himself as He Lanjue, does it mean that this He Lanjue is no longer around?

Is it the deceased predecessor?That depressing and complicated expression is also because of him?

Jealousy is like a poisonous snake, encircling his heart and biting his flesh and blood.

He recalled Zhang Yan's expression when he saw him kissing Yi Han that day.

In fact, he didn't want to hurt him.

He just couldn't help it.

When facing Zhang Yan, he was always unable to control himself.

Just like now, even though his reason told him not to go, his body started to act involuntarily.

want to see him.

The desire to see him grew stronger at the sound of his voice.

Zhang Yan, for him, is probably a kind of drug.

Fang Qian sighed and pushed open the door.

The moment he appeared, the box fell into complete silence.

Everyone, including Bai Jingze, never expected to see Fang Qian.

So when he opened the door and took off his mask, everyone stared at him dumbfounded, only Zhang Yan smiled heartlessly, put his shoulders on his shoulders and said to his old classmate: "Let me introduce to you, this It's my buddy, He Lanjue."

Bai Jingze's eyes wandered between the two of them, as if he finally gave up, Fang Qian said: "He's drunk, you can take him back."

Fang Qian nodded, greeted everyone, and really took Zhang Yan away.

But instead of sending Zhang Yan back to his apartment, he took him back to his home.

As soon as Zhang Yan entered the door, he went straight to the bedroom without giving directions, and lay down on Fang Qian's bed confidently, as if it was his own bed.

He seemed to be very familiar with all the furnishings here, and he bypassed all obstacles during the whole process without tripping.

Fang Qian watched his wobbly movements, feeling vaguely strange in his heart.

This man is more familiar with his apartment than his own home.

"Zhang Yan, drink this." He made a glass of juice, and just sat on the edge of the bed when Zhang Yan hugged him, the juice sloshed out and splashed on his clothes.

He glanced at the wet coat, but didn't struggle.

"You're back." Zhang Yan said in a daze, showing a happy expression, put his head on his shoulder, and whispered in his ear: "I miss you very much."

He hugged him tighter and tighter, but his voice became more and more frustrated: "I'm sorry." He said sorry a lot, but he didn't say why.

"It's okay." Fang Qian sighed, and hugged him back as if admitting defeat, "Go to sleep."

Hearing this sentence, Zhang Yan seemed to be relieved suddenly, and fell into a deep sleep.

Fang Qian suddenly remembered the paparazzi he raised when he was a child, and it often did the same thing, tilting its head and falling asleep peacefully in his arms.

"I miss you too." His heart softened, and he kissed Zhang Yan's eyebrows, "Also, I'm Fang Qian."

The next morning, when the familiar room furnishings fell into his eyes, Zhang Yan fell into a trance for a while, as if He Lanjue had never left, as long as he walked out of this door, he could be seen standing in the kitchen, cooking with coffee every morning.

But he quickly woke up again - He Lanjue was long gone, and this was Fang Qian's home.

Fang Qian? !

These two words Hong Zhong usually rings in the ears.Why is he here?

Yesterday he had a drink with his old classmates, and then went to KTV to sing...

Then what?The memory after that is blank.How did he come to Fang Qian's house and sleep on Fang Qian's bed?

He quickly touched his whole body, but fortunately his clothes were intact, he let out a long sigh of relief, and then knocked his head angrily, obviously the number of times he drank alcohol in a whole year can be counted on the fingers, but why every time Will there be troubles?

Zhang Yan lifted the quilt, got off the bed, and wanted to leave quietly, but before he could leave the bedroom door, he bumped into Fang Qian who came in.

He seemed particularly untalented and unlucky in slipping away, always being spotted, and a blush of embarrassment crawled all over his face and neck.

How to face him?What to say?What kind of expression should I use?He watched Fang Qian rack his brains, but couldn't say anything.

It was Fang Qian who opened the mouth first: "Yesterday you called me, said a lot of inexplicable things, and drank unconsciously. I think you are my brain fan after all, I can't let you go to sleep Malu, that’s why I kindly brought you back.”

Although the steps are a bit awkward, they are still a step anyway.

Zhang Yan thought about it with a stiff face, and decided to go down the steps: "Thank you. Yesterday...for the trouble."

Fang Qian leaned against the door, folded his arms and raised his eyebrows, the water in his peach blossom eyes was like a river under the shadow of the moon, quiet and profound: "That's all you want to say to me?"

I want to say a lot, I want to ask him how he is doing recently, is everything going well; I want to ask who he met, what happened, I want to know everything about him, I want to hear him tell him, not through Friends' gossip, through media rumors, through other people's lens.

But all he could really ask was: "Can you tell me why you broke up with Yi Han?"

Fang Qian frowned: "You know?"

Zhang Yan nodded.

"It's really because I'm sorry for him." Fang Qian paused, not angry, but looked into his eyes: "I can't like him, because I have always liked another person."

Fang Qian looked at him with bushy eyelashes and clear black and white eyes. His tender gaze had appeared countless times in his upside-down soul dreams, and was engraved in the deepest and deepest part of his heart.

This scorching gaze almost gave him an illusion - the person Fang Qian likes in his heart is himself.

How is it possible, Zhang Yan immediately pushed down this ridiculous conjecture.

Even if Fang Qian really likes him, he can't be entangled with him anymore.

He is not the Helan Yanqing who dared to love and hate thousands of years ago, willing to go to the poor and fall to the underworld for the one he loves; nor is he the ignorant Zhang Yan a few years ago, who was fearless because of his ignorance.

Fang Qian came over and stood in front of him: "Are you satisfied with this answer?"

The distance between each other is only one sentence, but for Zhang Yan, one step is a natural barrier.

He is here, and Fang Qian is on the other side of the moat.

There is no way to pass, only to flee.

He nodded dully: "Then I'm leaving."

"Zhang Yan!" Fang Qian stopped him from behind.

Zhang Yan's hand that opened the door paused, and said "goodbye" softly.