The seventh rule of the male god

Some camphor leaves have fallen, some are about to fall, and some are still dark green.

It watches silently.

Looking at the boy passing by under the tree.

Time is a proud hourglass, no matter you stand it upside down or stand it upside down, it never tires and passes forever.

Bit by bit, silently, without the parties knowing, they erode each other's lives until it's hard to breathe.

So the separation came so quickly.

For the first time, Jiang An didn't really hope for the winter vacation.

"Goodbye."

Yun Shen was carrying a schoolbag that wasn't too heavy, and was wearing a warm yellow sweater. He looked at Jiang'an and spoke softly, with a quiet and soft expression, gentle and clear.

The classroom was empty, and the beige curtains were blown up by the wind, making a rattling sound.

Jiang An looked at Yun Shen, as if he had made some decision, and slowly approached Yun Shen, with almost the same height, and the tips of his noses almost touching.

Yun Shen suddenly wanted to back away in fear.

Jiang An tilted his head slightly and touched Yun Shen's lips.

There is a slightly cold touch on the lips, with a tough softness.

Gently shallow, like a soft and beautiful dream.

Yun Shen stared blankly at the face of the young man who was close at hand.

Incredibly clean.

With the instant kiss, Jiang An took a few steps back, and under Yun Shen's gaze, his cheeks were instantly bloodshot, from the roots of his ears to his neck.

He dodged his eyes, said goodbye, and quickly grabbed his schoolbag and fled.

Yun Shen raised his hand and rubbed the place where he had just been kissed lightly with his index finger, his expression was silent and slightly lost in thought.

Then, looking at the direction Jiang An left, he suddenly bent his eyes, and suddenly thought of his mother.

That proud, pure, beautiful woman who died in a romantic fantasy.

He is actually afraid of many things, such as losing after gaining, such as the death of his mother, but what he is most afraid of is his brother's smile, which makes him fly to the flame again and again.

He didn't want to repeat the same mistakes, but few people could refuse such a thing as warmth.

On New Year's Eve, the first snow of the year came quietly, and the air was filled with chill. Yun Shen was sitting in the empty villa, next to the milk placed by the housekeeper, and he was unwrapping presents, large and small.

Most of them are gifts from abroad, some interesting little objects, and finally I saw a landscape postcard, Lisbon, Portugal, the westernmost cliff and sea in Europe, the end of the world.

It turned out that he had come so far.

Far to the ends of the earth.

"Housekeeper, I'm going out for a walk." After Yun Shen finished speaking, he left the villa wearing only a thin sweater and broke into the snowstorm.

The butler looked at the picture postcard on the sofa, and at the door that Yun Shen had forgotten to close when he left. He thought of the young master who hadn't returned for many years, and sighed slightly in his heart.

There was no one on the street, and every household had gone home for the New Year, and the ground was covered with a layer of not-thin-not-thick snow.

The snow is still falling, and it melts quickly when it falls on the body. The cold wind blows, piercing into the bone marrow.

The mobile phone in the pocket of his trousers vibrated against his skin, and Yun Shen suddenly came back to his senses, took out the mobile phone and looked at the text message sent from it.

——Yun Shen, Happy New Year's Eve.

The wind in winter is pervasive, but Yunshen doesn't seem to feel the cold. His fingers are like a machine, and he slowly typed a line of words on it, and clicked to send.

——I'm not happy, I'm alone, it's so cold, brother, I'm so cold.

Just like the other party would send postcards back every time he went to a place, every New Year's Eve, the other party would send him a text message, but he never replied, even though several of them were exactly the same, he read them over and over again.

But for some reason, he suddenly felt so cold today.

The other party didn't reply to the message for a long time, Yun Shen laughed at himself, moved his fingers slightly, and dialed a recently added phone number.

"Jiang An, I'm so cold."

The other party seemed to be watching the new year, his voice was a little tired, but the next second he suddenly raised his voice, with deep worry and eagerness in his tone, "Yun Shen, what's wrong with you? Tell me where you are now? You are nearby now Find a store..."

Yun Shen gave an address, hung up the phone, stood by the side of the road and raised his head, a snowflake fell into his eyes and melted into water.

After a while, Jiang An came in a hurry, took a coat and put it on Yun Shen, covered his hands and couldn't stop breathing, and wrapped his knitted scarf around Yun Shen's neck, and he was relieved.

There was some reproach in his tone of voice, and it was hard to hide his concern, "Why did you come out with so little clothes, and you are not afraid of getting sick, so there is no next time, do you know?"

Yun Shen looked at Jiang An steadfastly, and suddenly hugged him, and his body was pressed together through the clothes. Jiang An's body froze in place, like a sculpture, but the roots of his ears were slightly red.

"Jiang An, will you stay with me forever..."

Jiang An was at a loss, and awkwardly hugged Yun Shen back. Hearing his question, his expression was soft and confused, and his cheeks were slightly flushed.

He looked directly at Yunshen, his black pupils were full of seriousness, his stubbornness was startling, and he spoke as if swearing.

"Well, I will be with you forever."

A lifetime is so long, who can say for sure, in fact, Yun Shen has never believed this sentence.

Just for a moment, just for a moment, the temperature of the heart rises like the sun in the afternoon of spring like crushed ice and snow.