Love Letters of Autistic Pretty Boys

In early February, Tianjin and Hong Kong were still chillingly cold.

As soon as Jiang Sheng got out of the car, a gust of cold wind blew in his face.

He wrapped his scarf tightly and stood beside the wrought iron gate.

Dongbin Road... is the territory of the rich in Tianjin and Hong Kong.

The land here is at least 30 per square meter, so expensive that even the floor under your feet is different from other places.

He was a little bored waiting, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and wiped the matches against the wind with his hand. After a few seconds, he lit the cigarette and took a puff. The smoke was slowly exhaled from his nose and mouth. , Amidst the smoke, he saw a maid hurriedly approaching in the distance.

He took a few puffs, then hurriedly dropped the cigarette, stepped on it, and extinguished the fire.

She is an English woman, her Mandarin is not very good, and she speaks with a strange accent, "Is it Mr. Jiang? Mr. and Mrs. have been waiting for you for a long time, come in quickly."

Du Yanyu was reading a newspaper in the living room, a standard financial newspaper, something that rich people love to read.

The living room is very spacious. There are five or six Filipino maids in uniform. They are busy with their work, and none of them dare to slack off.

As soon as he entered the living room, Du Yanyu saw him, "Jiang Sheng?"

"Hello, Mr. Du."

Du Yanyu gave a simple courtesy, "Have you eaten yet?"

"Ate."

Du Yanyu nodded, "Then come with me."

He put down the newspaper, took off his glasses, and led Jiang Sheng upstairs.

The villa is a four-story European-style aristocratic bungalow, and Du Yanyu led him all the way to the top floor.

It is a simple small attic.

The door was locked, Du Yanyu called a Filipino maid to open the door.

The inside was small, and compared to any other room here, it seemed particularly shabby.

No decorations, white walls, wooden floors, a bed, a table, and nothing else.

The room was dark except for a square window in the wall next to the bed, but it was taped shut.

Du Yanyu walked a few steps in, and Jiang Sheng realized that there was a person sitting beside the bed.

It was a young man with handsome features, pale face, and thin limbs. He was still in February, but he was only wearing a white short-sleeved sleeve. He was sitting by the bed, holding a photo frame in his hand, and looking out the window with empty eyes.

Du Yanyu's voice was deliberately lowered, with a smile and a friendly tone.

"Ayu, why did you take off your coat again?"

As he spoke, he picked up the black cotton coat on the bed and tried to dress him well, "Come on, get dressed."

The boy didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, his empty eyes seemed to have no focus, and there was no reaction in his eyes when he looked out of the window, it was as if time had stopped there.

"Ayu, reach out..."

Du Yanyu gently pulled his arm and wanted to put sleeves on him, but the boy obviously didn't cooperate, or rather he didn't cooperate, he just didn't respond, he hugged the photo frame and looked out the window.

Du Yanyu could only smile compromisingly, "Ah Yu doesn't want to wear it if she doesn't want to."

Simply put it on for him like this, and Du Yanyu withdrew his hand.

He turned to look at Jiang Sheng and said, "This is Ah Yu. I will hand him over to you. From now on, you will protect him with your life."

Jiang Sheng glanced at Du Yu who was beside the bed, "Don't worry, Mr. Du, Jiang Sheng will definitely keep Young Master Du safe in the future."

Du Yanyu nodded in satisfaction, "I know your abilities, but you have to remember clearly when necessary, even if you die, you can't make him have trouble."

Although Du Yanyu's words were a little unreasonable, Jiang Sheng understood the truth.

Since he was going to be a bodyguard, it was natural to put his employer's life before his.

He used to be a policeman, and he had been in the mountains of swords and fires many times, so he had long taken such things lightly.

"Don't worry, Mr. Du."

Du Yanyu continued, "Also, from now on, you can call him Ayu in front of him. You don't need to call him Young Master. If you follow him so closely, he won't be able to hear you calling him Young Master."

Although Jiang Sheng didn't know the reason, he didn't ask too much, and replied silently, "Jiang Sheng understands."

"Besides, I already settled the matter with you on the phone yesterday. If there is no problem, just sign the contract."

Du Yanyu led Jiang Sheng into the study room. The secretary had already prepared the materials, and said respectfully, "Mr. Jiang, this is the contract. Please take a look at it. What needs to be reminded is that you have signed with Mr. Du for nothing. There is a time limit, that is to say, unless President Du fires you, you cannot leave Young Master Du. This is a simple explanation to you, if you have no other questions, please sign here. "

The contract was long and regulated, and Jiang Sheng didn't bother to read it one by one. He simply glanced at it and signed it.

The contract was in duplicate, and after the secretary accepted the contract, Du Yanyu spoke.

"I have asked someone to arrange a bed in the attic. From tonight, you will sleep there. A Yu will go to school tomorrow. I have already arranged it for you at school. A Yu..."

Speaking of this, Du Yanyu let out a long sigh.

Regarding Du Yu's going to school, it could have been solved by hiring some tutors at home.

However, Du Yanyu had to go to great lengths to get him to go to school, and even specially hired a bodyguard to protect him. He just hoped that the child could see more people and talk to others.

He is 17 years old, and he will be eighteen when his birthday is next month.

But still like that, without saying a word.

After ten years, Du Yanyu thought about the future of this child, and would rather take the risk of letting him go to study.

"Anyway, you need to talk to him more."

Du Yanyu said after a long sigh.

Jiang Sheng pushed open the door of the attic, but Du Yu still maintained the previous posture, motionless.

Isn't he so tired?

Judging by Du Yanyu's appearance, Du Yu has been in this state for many years.

Why did a noble young master from a wealthy family become like this?

Jiang Sheng couldn't figure it out.

Thinking about it, it was probably a secret matter in the wealthy family, Du Yanyu didn't mention it, and he shouldn't ask.

The Filipino maid had already made the bed. Opposite Du Yu's bed, he walked over a few steps and sat by the bed.

The atmosphere was silent, only Jiang Sheng and Du Yu were in the small attic.

It was Mr. Jiang who opened his mouth.

After all, he and he will be life and death people in the future.

"Are you... cold..."

It's all about talking for nothing.

Du Yu didn't respond at all, and he didn't even turn his eyes to glance at Jiang Sheng.

Jiang Sheng suddenly remembered that he didn't call his name.

Then he shouted softly, "A Yu?"

A little hesitant.

He rarely called someone so intimately.

However, when the words were spoken, there was a long silence.

Du Yu ignored him.

He is so skinny, Jiang Sheng thought, Du Yanyu said he was almost eighteen, but he looked nothing like a human being at all.

, is a fresh age.

Jiang Sheng thought of his own, his was still in high school, fighting with Song Jiahao and others all day long, unexpectedly seven years had passed in a blink of an eye.

He lowered his head and smiled, then looked up at Du Yu again.

He hugged the photo frame and kept staring out the window. The most beautiful pair of eyes were the most beautiful of his delicate and gentle features, but they lost their color as if they were taking people's soul away.

what is he looking atJiang Sheng thought to himself.

He followed Du Yu's gaze. The window was small, but he could clearly see out of it.

It is a modern garden, the flowers and plants in the garden are trimmed beautifully, there is a glass greenhouse in the middle, the lights are on, and the servants are busy inside.

"What... are you looking at?" Jiang Sheng asked him softly.

No response.

Jiang Sheng remembered that he didn't call him by name, so he asked again, "What is Ah Yu looking at?"

Still no response.

Jiang Sheng was a little helpless, Du Yanyu said that he had to call his name to hear it, but there was obviously no difference between whether he called it or not, and he didn't respond either.

There was a Filipino maid knocking on the door. It was the old lady who took care of Du Yu, Qi Fang, everyone called Fang's mother.

Du Yu recognized people, and if a newcomer came in, it would probably take a long time to get familiar with them, so the Du family never changed.

Jiang Sheng turned his head and glanced at her, she greeted with a polite smile, "Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Sheng nodded.

Mother Fang walked up to Du Yu and said softly, "Ah Yu, do you want to wash your face?"

It took him a long time to turn his head, turning his head slightly, and focused his eyes on Mother Fang.

Those were a pair of clean and clear eyes, pure and without impurities.

His voice is low, which is the reason why he seldom speaks all the year round, and the phonology of his articulation is a bit strange, "I want..."

Mother Fang beckoned and motioned for the two Filipino maids behind her to come in.

Two Filipino maids, one holding a basin and the other holding a plate with two towels inside.

After Fang's mother wrung out the water with a towel, "Ayu, come, wash your face."

Du Yu hugged the photo frame and obediently closed his eyes.

Fang's mother wiped her face carefully, and after wiping her face clean, she smiled and said, "Okay, Ayu, you can open your eyes."

Mother Fang stayed in the attic with a few servants for a short time, and soon she beckoned the others to go out.

Turning around, he accidentally knocked off the photo frame in Du Yu's hand. The photo frame fell far away and landed at Jiang Sheng's feet.

Jiang Sheng lowered his head to pick up the photo frame and took a look. The photo was quite old. It was two boys. One was a little older, about thirteen or fourteen years old, and the other was about seven or eight years old.

It was taken in a photo studio, and the two children were very formally dressed.

Just as he was about to take a closer look, he caught a glimpse of Du Yu staring at him.

Jiang Sheng smiled and handed the photo frame to Du Yu.

He didn't speak, touched the photo, and then hugged it into his arms again.

In the empty room, only Jiang Sheng and Du Yu were left.

Jiang Sheng pointed to the photo frame in his hand, "Your photo frame broke."

It took a long time for his empty eyes to slowly come into focus, his eyes were tilted towards Jiang Sheng, he didn't speak, and his expression was ignorant and puzzled.

Jiang Sheng stretched out his hand, "Do you want me to fix it for you?"

After speaking, he pointed to the back of the photo frame, and added his name, "A Yu."

Du Yu's beautiful eyes looked at Jiang Sheng for a second, then lowered his head, and took another look at the photo frame. The handle on the back of the stage was bent, and he saw it.

He hesitated for a long time, and then slowly let go of his arms.

Slowly, he was about to hand it over, but he caught a glimpse of the boy in the photo, and hugged him again as if frightened.

His thin body is curled up, and the wide short sleeves make his arms very thin. He looks withdrawn and weak. There is a trace of panic in his eyes, and he almost wants to hug the photo frame into his body.

Jiang Sheng didn't understand why he was acting like this all of a sudden, but he seemed so fragile and sensitive.

Maybe it's because he is so pitiful.

Jiang Sheng slowed down his tone, and said patiently and carefully, "Don't be afraid of Ayu, I won't hurt you."

He stretched out his hand a little longer, and said in a persuasive tone, "Come, give it to me."

When Jiang Sheng was a policeman, he met several people who wanted to commit suicide by jumping off a building. A member of the team who had studied psychology once said that people like them are very fragile and sensitive, and they are also very resistant to the outside world.

However, whether it was them or Du Yu in front of him.

Part of gaining their trust is to convince them deeply that you are on their side and that you will never hurt them.

The black eyes looked at him without blinking, Jiang Sheng kept looking at him, he stretched out his hand, and waited until Du Yu was willing to hand him the photo.

Maybe it's because he looks good, or maybe it's because he wants to fix the picture frame.

Anyway, in the end Du Yu carefully handed him the photo.

Jiang Sheng smiled, and fixed the bent part on the back of the photo frame in a few strokes.

"Yes, here." Jiang Sheng handed it over.

Du Yu took it and carried it into his arms.

He is very careful.

Jiang Sheng was taller than him, and he was standing again, and he saw the person in the photo at a glance.

He pointed to the slightly smaller child, whose facial features looked very similar to Du Yu's, and smiled and said to him, "The photo looks good, is that you?"

He fell silent.

So silent.

Silent as a china doll in a closet.

No need to move, let alone speak.

Jiang Sheng looked at him with a delicate and clean face, but his actions and demeanor all showed his innocence and immaturity.

An innocent teenager.

Is he protected too well, or is he just like that?

Jiang Sheng signed a death contract with the Du family. He will probably die in this life, and he will die in the Du family.

In the future life, he will probably share weal and woe with this young man in front of him.

He followed Du Yu's gaze and looked out the window. The moon in early February hung high on the branches. Under the cover of black clouds, the moonlight was covered with a thick layer of frost in the dark night. The moonlight shines on the window with a deep chill.

night, already deep.

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Ye Changliu, the first disciple of the Chengxianzong, was entrusted by his teacher to send the son of the Xianzong venerable who was exiled to the ghost gate 1000 years ago, to the Canglang Realm in the cloud to reincarnate.

Thousands of years ago, the tragic murder case of Xianmen made Young Master Huai the target of public criticism.

Because of this, the memory was drawn out by the ghost gate, and he became a person without memory.

In order to find out the truth of the year, Ye Changliu awakened the dream of the sleeping son Huai, and went back to 1000 years ago.

In the dream, the blood-colored smoke waves dormant in the long night, the partridges in the empty mountain startled the vast dead bones, and the overlapping shadows of the rot evoke ghosts and ghosts.

The moonlight was cold and the galaxy was bleak. On the deserted platform, I saw a man in green shirt with an umbrella slightly raised the handle, and said slowly: "Changliu, you are here."

Ye Changliu x son Huai

Unrestrained and unrestrained young man with extraordinary talent and attack vs taciturn, cold and loyal dog shou

Double c, HE, Qiangqiang, Nianxia

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