The seventh rule of the male god

The plane landed slowly, and people were coming and going at the airport. Yun Shen wore dark blue sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and carried a white suitcase as he passed by quickly.

Somewhat familiar face.

...It looks a little cold, An Chu?

"Yun Shen?" The other party frowned, and his tone became even colder.

"Yeah." Yun Shen didn't care, he knew about Jiang An's situation in the past two years, An Chu and Cheng Huaqi were good buddies of Jiang An, so they probably hated him.

An Chu said angrily, "You still have the face to come back?"

Yun Shen smiled lightly, seemed to find it very interesting, and asked back: "Why don't I have the face to come back?"

"Tell Jiang An, please, meet me next to the third station of Eleventh Road in two days."

After speaking, he passed An Chu with his suitcase. The driver outside the airport had already been waiting for a long time.

……

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Occasionally, the night tends to be quiet, and the lights are still waiting, emitting a faint and retro light.

There were just two people standing quietly on the street. They were slender and straight, and they both had good looks. Occasionally passers-by would turn their heads to look at them.

The light fell on them, and there was a big tree beside it, the branches were broken.

After a long time, Yun Shen broke the silence.

Jiang An twitched the corners of his mouth, realizing that he couldn't smile, and his heart felt bitter, but he looked at Yun Shen expressionlessly, "It's been a long time."

For two years, I was in a daze, things changed and people changed.

That year's college entrance examination, Jiang An's test was a mess, and he only made his first choice, leaving no room for himself, so he undoubtedly failed the exam.

His parents forced him to go back to school for another year, and Jiang's mother came to pick him up from school every day.

Jiang An is still drunk, fighting, smoking, drinking, clubbing, and sleeping with all kinds of people every day, and he has never been sober for a day.

Jiang's father and Jiang's mother's hair turned gray in a hurry, and they suddenly aged dozens of years.

At that time, Mother Jiang hated Yun Shen to death.

It wasn't until Jiang An was woken up by An Chu's slap that he began to gradually improve.

Until the second college entrance examination, Jiang An was admitted by Fudan University with high scores. Many people regretted that he failed to enter Peking University and Tsinghua University. In fact, according to Jiang An’s previous excellent level, Harvard did not need to worry about it, but those are already in the past tense Yes, the depravity of those six months cannot be erased after all.

Jiang's father and Jiang's mother are content, only they know how Jiang An got through those six months.

In fact, it was only two years, but it seemed as long as a century.

Both of them seemed to recall the past, and the atmosphere fell into an awkward silence again. Yun Shen seemed to have no intention of speaking again, but just looked at him or the distance.

Jiang An suddenly saw the gift bag in Yun Shen's hand, a white bag, and asked, "What is this?"

"You put it at my door back then, and I'm giving you the answer now."

Back then, there was no return.

Jiang An reached for the gift bag, Yun Shen frowned and didn't let go, Jiang An looked at him amusedly, with a calm tone, "Why, don't you give me an answer?"

"I'm sorry." Yun Shen said sincerely after hearing the words. In this world, the only person he was sorry for was this person.

Sorry for this one, a full 520 hours late.

For Jiang An, he was moved, but he couldn't be moved. Maybe when he was 11 years old, or earlier, when he was seven or eight years old, he couldn't be moved by anyone except Yun Changfeng.

It's not that Jiang An is not good enough, it's just that he was too late.

It would have been nice if we had known each other earlier.

Looking at him, Jiang An suddenly felt a little sore in his eyes. He thought that sand must have gotten into him. He held back his tears forcefully, raised a familiar smile, and said with an undetectable slight tremor in his voice, "It's okay, Goodbye then."

--haven't seen you for a long time.

- Indeed, long time no see.

--what is this?

——You left it at my door back then, and now I want to give it to you.

——Why, no answer for me?

--sorry.

——It's okay, then, goodbye.

Goodbye, forever.

Yun Shen stared at Jiang An's leaving back quietly, turned around for a long time, and ran in the opposite direction.

Jiang An didn't lean against a tree until he walked far away.

He spent [-] minutes imitating in his heart the tone of indifference when he said the three words, but at this moment he was defeated.

Lost completely, not a single point left.

He suddenly remembered that night.

Buses passed by them one by one, and the wheels rubbed against the asphalt road.

The lights in the tall office building next to it are still on, and the young overtime workers are willing to burn their youth bit by bit.

Scruffy drunks staggered past them, occasionally looking up to drink cheap beer in their hands.

The white-collar worker on the night shift frowned in disgust, pinched his nose tightly and never looked back as he left in a hurry.

A young couple kissed wantonly arm in arm, and then entered the newly opened bar to indulge.

In my ear is the old song of Teresa Teng.

Jiang An, who said he would stay with Yun Shen for the rest of his life, quietly took the boy's hand.

A not-so-beautiful world is reflected in the pupils.

……

Inside the gift bag was a white origami airplane. On the right wing was crooked, stroke-by-stroke deliberately childish handwriting, and the handwriting on the left wing was still delicate and beautiful.

——Yun Shen, can you forget that person?

——At the age of 11, I wanted him to belong to me alone. At the age of 14, I wanted him to love me. At the age of 15, I began to learn to forget, but lost the reason to live.