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Sitting side by side with Lexuan were all bodyguards or his own people in the first-class cabin, Luo Lao said flatteringly, "Lexuan, after arriving in Japan, grandpa will take you to Disneyland or Fuji-Q Highland, do you want to go?" Which one?" Luo Lao thought, not only Qi Yanying was in Le Xuan's heart, but also his grandfather, after all, if he hadn't asked him to take him away, the current result would not have happened.

With his eyes closed, Le Xuan didn't say a word, and let his tears flow wantonly.He didn't dare to speak now, he was afraid that if he opened his mouth, there was no guarantee that he would not break down and cry.He wasn't angry with grandpa, he was angry with Yan Ying, he dared to betray him, no... he was abandoning him!Obviously he has already said that no matter what happens, ask him to carry it with him in the future. Why do you still do this? Could it be that he really considers himself a burden?

But he clearly knows, knows his intentions, and knows that as long as he opens his mouth, there is nothing he can't do...but he still chooses...he still chooses. ． ． ． ． ．

He now feels his heart hurts so badly that he can hardly breathe.He finally understood that what was said in the TV series was so painful that he couldn't breathe, it turned out to be true, and he will never forget this heart-wrenching feeling in his life. .

How could he do this to him?He clearly knew how much he liked him, but he actually used this liking to deceive him?What the hell does he take him for?Could it be that everything he said and did was a lie to him?

Every memory of him, every wishful confession, every intimate hug, every thing that he thinks is good for him, every time, every time... has become a big joke to ridicule him at this moment.It turned out that everything I did was just a joke in the eyes of others. Now that I can finally throw him back to the place where he should be, he should be very relaxed.

Le Xuan clutched his chest and half-slumped on the seat, his whole body curled up, as if this could relieve some of his pain.

If he had never loved him so much, presumably he would not hate him so much at this moment!I can't wait to get off the plane to ask him for an explanation, I just want to know if he has ever liked him, even if there is only a little bit of responsibility not because he is Luo Lao's grandson, but because of him, Qi Lexuan, as a lover like,

Thinking of this, he finally couldn't bear it any longer, he burst into tears in his seat, as if he wanted to cry out all his love for these years, how much he wanted to lose his memory at this moment!Forget it all, maybe so he can start over.

Luo Lao watched him cry beside him, feeling so distressed that he couldn't help himself.Did he do something wrong?Could it be that he did something wrong?

All he could do was to be by his side, patting his back gently, hoping to make him feel better, no matter how much, but nothing could be done, because only that person could make him less painful.

But Mr. Luo didn't regret it either. After all, Yanying couldn't even face himself. Will he be able to face the world in the future?It's hard to guarantee that he won't let go of Le Xuan's hand again, Le Xuan has paid enough on this road, Yanying should take the rest.

As for whether they will be together again, it depends on fate.

Yan Ying didn't know how many sleepless nights this was, he found that since Le Xuan left, he often suffered from insomnia.Because once you close your eyes, there will always be him in the dream, there will always be his back crying and leaving, and there will always be his heart-piercing cries.At this time, he would always wake up in a dream, and then take out Le Xuan's diary that he kept privately to read to calm himself down.In fact, he memorized almost all the content in it, but he still read it over and over again, for fear that there would be some that he hadn't read and missed.

Looking at the familiar text, looking at almost every diary where he appeared, which described the details of the two people over the years, he wrote his attachment and admiration in the diary, which was reflected in his daily life, but In the end, I treated him like this!

Every time he reads the diary, he will sit like this until dawn.

The layout of the house is still the same as before, and even his room is often tidied up, so that it seems that he is still by his side, but now he has gone on a trip, and he may come back someday.

I looked up at the calendar, and it was that day of the year again.

time flies.

"Hey, look, that person is here again!"

"Who?"

"The man sitting by the window with the scar on his left cheek! He will definitely come every year today. This is the fourth year, and he always sits in the same place every time he comes. The same dish, and there are still two servings."

"Two copies? But isn't he alone?"

"Are you pretending to be stupid or are you really stupid? Can't you tell? This must be a man with a story. Wow, if you can ask this, it must be a good novel."

"Wow, that must be romantic!"

The staff in the restaurant began to whisper in private, talking nonsense.

"Everyone is not working, what are you talking about? Is it very idle?" A female manager came over and reprimanded.

The big guys immediately dispersed.

When no one was left, the female manager supported the bar with her hands on her chin and became intoxicated by herself, "This must be a very, very romantic love story."

This is the fourth birthday without him as the protagonist. Four years ago, it was the year of his 16th birthday and the year they separated...

Yanying sat in the same position that he celebrated his birthday four years ago, eating the same food and drinking the same champagne, and there was a fourth undeliverable birthday present on the table, and he would sit like this until he was close At midnight, he wouldn't leave until the restaurant staff told him it was closing time, and he felt like a fool, as stupid as he could be.

If I had had the courage to keep him at that time, I would not have suffered from the four years of lovesickness.No one knew Le Xuan's feelings for him better than him, but he, a coward, dared not take this step. , Le Xuan is right, he is a coward, a coward, he deserves nothing.

Every time he walks on the road, as long as young men about fifteen or sixteen years old come to meet him, he can't help but pay more attention to them. He can vaguely see the shadow of Zeng Lexuan on them, and he seems to be able to hear To his shouts and hearty laughter.

In my memory, he always loves to call his name incessantly, "Brother Ying, Brother Ying, Brother Ying..."

I always think that I am mature, but in the end, I realize that I am extremely naive, and I am not as good as a child who knows how to love.What kind of courage did he have at that time to say that as long as he said a word to let him stay, he would stay.And what did you do?She hid the hands that could have hugged him behind her back, and then pushed him out cruelly.

He also wanted to deceive himself, to deceive himself that he didn't miss the face engraved in his memory, but he found that he couldn't do it, because the missing is all the time, the endless cycle of this missing, the circle and circle of intertwining, Tangled into a dead knot that cannot be untied.

Yanying's thoughts were spinning and turning, just like in the past, the people in the restaurant left one by one, leaving him alone facing the bitter silence of the dark night.

"Sir, I'm sorry, we are going to rest." The waiter politely informed.

He sighed secretly, nodded and came to the counter to prepare to pay.

"Sir, I'm sorry, we are going to rest." The waiter walked to a corner of the restaurant and said the same thing to another customer.

"Well, I see, thank you." He replied.

Yan Ying didn't pay much attention, and when he signed the credit card form, a clear male voice suddenly came from his ears, "Sir, today is my 20th birthday, would you like to treat me?"

Yanying suddenly turned his head to look at the person who came, and the person in front of him made him stunned for a moment.

"Hello, long time no see." Le Xuan raised his eyebrows and smiled, and greeted him first.

Yan Ying was dumbfounded in disbelief, and was stunned in place, unable to say a word for a long time.

Invited to the piano bar in the restaurant, Yan Ying and Le Xuan sat opposite each other, as if they were competing for patience, neither of them wanted to speak first.

He stared at him intently, his heart fluttering like a banner.

What should I say?It should be said that he has grown up!The delicate face that was once full of childishness has transformed into a somewhat handsome and handsome face. The eyes are still clear and bright, but they are no longer too calm and reckless.Undoubtedly, his growth has made him more radiant and breathtaking.

How have you been these four years?He wanted to ask but couldn't ask.

"Don't you have anything to say to me?" Le Xuan first broke the silence, stirring the juice in the glass with a straw.

"You..." Yan Ying took a sip from the glass of whiskey, trying to smooth his tight throat, "Growing up..."

"Really? What about you? Have you grown up too?" Le Xuan asked back, implying something.

Yan Ying couldn't help but smile wryly when he heard the words, his way of speaking still hasn't changed.

"Do you know that I almost died after I arrived in Japan?" Le Xuan put down the cup in his hand, and slowly approached Yanying, until Le Xuan could clearly see the mole under his eyes before stopping.

"What?" Yan Ying was startled when he saw Le Xuan approaching suddenly.

Seeing the surprise in Yan Ying's eyes, Le Xuan smiled and stepped back, sat back on the seat and continued to stir the juice. "I had a high fever for a week, and I wanted to die straight away. At that time, I thought maybe it wouldn't be so painful after death. But I thought, I can't revenge you after I die. Why should I want to die? But you are free and easy, so I ask myself to get better. You never thought that I, who seldom gets sick since childhood, can be so sick, and the doctors are helpless."

Yanying didn't speak, he didn't know what to say?Are you sorry?Apologizing if it works, then he can keep apologizing until he forgives him.However, this is not something that can be solved with an apology.

"Stupid!" Looking at Yan Ying's appearance, Le Xuan couldn't help feeling very angry and funny.He has accumulated more than four years of words that he wanted to scold him, of course, but it was condensed to only two concise and powerful syllables in the end.

Listening to him scolding him, Yan Ying was stunned for a moment, and then burst out laughing, at first it was just a light laugh, but then it became louder and louder and couldn't be restrained.

Le Xuan frowned unhappily and reprimanded: "What's so funny?" He was scolding him, but this was the first time in his life that he saw him laugh. Hardly smile.

"Master, you haven't changed much." He tried his best to suppress his laughter and replied leisurely, there was a bit of joy and relief hidden in his voice and eyes.I thought that even though his appearance had changed, in fact his essence remained the same.He was still him—his him.

Le Xuan's chest felt tight, and he said with a bit of displeasure, "You haven't changed much, you still call me Young Master!"

"Otherwise what should I call you?" Yanying looked up at him.

Le Xuan shrugged and pretended to be indifferent, "It's up to you, you can call me whatever you like! Anyway, it's just a code name."

Yanying paused, and called out in a low voice, "Lexuan..." This strange yet familiar name has been tossed and turned in his mind countless times in the past four years.

In an instant, Le Xuan's body and mind shook slightly at the same time, and then calmed down after a while, he said meaningfully. "People always know how to pursue and cherish after losing something."

He said softly, "If you have never lost it, how do you know what is worth pursuing and cherishing?"

"If you lose something, you can never get it back!" Le Xuan looked directly into Yan Ying's eyes, as if he wanted to see the bottom of his heart.

"No, there is nothing in the world that cannot be recovered, only people who are unwilling to work hard." Yan Ying met Le Xuan's eyes, without giving in.

"Do you know? I have imagined the scene after seeing you countless times, and the most I think about is how to beat you up to relieve my anger, but I have never imagined sitting here and talking to you so peacefully." Le Xuan was somewhat Said with a discouraged wry smile.

"You can also beat me up to relieve your anger now, and I will let you beat me here until you are relieved." Yanying smiled and looked at Le Xuan, resigned to it.

Le Xuan was silent for a while, and then said calmly again, "Originally, we would not have missed four years, but you shook my hand away." The tone was flat, without any emotion.

"I thought that would be the best for you..." Yan Ying smiled wryly.

"You think, you think, always you think, have you ever asked me what I want? I have said more than once that I can take on anything with you, but you, time and time again I'll push it away." Le Xuan was very angry when he heard this sentence, why did he always think that the arrangement he gave him was the best, instead of listening to him.

"Because my thinking is self-righteous and immature." Yanying confessed his own stupidity.

"Is this an excuse?" Le Xuan glanced at him.

"No, it's an apology."

There was a stir in his heart, just when his mind was wavering, his eyes fell on the birthday gift in his hand, and he changed the subject and asked, "Do you have anything else to give me?"

Yanying followed his line of sight, only then remembered that he hadn't given him a birthday gift yet, "Happy birthday." Yanying said with a smile, handing out the gift with both hands.

"Thank you!" He reached out to take it, "What is it?"

"Open it and see for yourself!"

He unpacked the box and opened the lid. Inside the box lay a watch with a different style than on his 16th birthday, but it was still Vacheron Constantin's latest limited edition watch of the season. It must have taken a lot of thought!He never forgot his likes, or anything about him.

"Like it?" he asked.

Without nodding or shaking his head, Le Xuan closed the lid of the box, "Can you accompany me to a place some other day?"

"There?"

"My parents' cemetery. I haven't visited them for a long time. I want to report to them that they are safe."

Yanying simply agreed, "Okay."

"Would you please take a walk with me later?" Le Xuan invited again.

"No problem." He readily agreed.

The two walked out of the bar, walking like a leisurely stroll on the gradually deserted central avenue. Memories flew between the two of them, pulling them forward.

"Actually, to tell you the truth." Le Xuan said quietly.

"What's the matter?" He turned to look at him.

He pursed his lips, but still couldn't hide the smile on his lips, "Japanese food is really bad after eating for a long time, I want to eat your dishes."

The smile in Yan Ying's eyes grew stronger, "Then stay here, as before, I will cook three meals a day for you."

"you said!"

"Well, I said it!" Yan Ying replied decisively.

Le Xuan smiled slightly, although there was no extravagant sweet talk and vows, but he got a promise that couldn't be simpler.

"Are you willing to forgive me?" Yan Ying said abruptly, begging for forgiveness.

After pondering for a moment, when he saw the anxiety in his eyes, he slowly said, "If I can have supper when I get home later, I can think about it."

Looking at each other, they couldn't help laughing for a while, and the two laughed at the same time.Four years of love and hate, anger and resentment were all wiped out in the laughter, and everything started again.

Yanying has already been punished, and these four years are enough regrets for him to remember his whole life, so he will use his future time to do his best to make up for it.

He didn't want to tell Yan Ying how much effort Le Xuan had put in for this relationship. As long as they can be together now, they won't be separated in the future. He thinks it's all worth it.

The year they met for the first time, one was just a 14-year-old boy whose hair hadn't even grown yet, and the other was a four-year-old baby who didn't know much about the world.

Today, 16 years later, he is 30 years old, and he just turned 20 years old.There is still a long way to go.

Putting a bouquet of pure white lilies in front of the tombstone, Le Xuan knelt on the kneeling mat in front of the tomb, clasped his hands and murmured. "Dad, Mom, please forgive me for not seeing you for so long. I have had a good life these past few years. Please don't worry about me..."

Yan Ying stood beside him, quietly accompanying him.

Not long after, when he finished speaking and was about to get up, Yanying knelt down on one knee and went to the tomb, blurting out: "Mr. Qi, Mrs. Qi, please entrust your son to me."

Immediately froze, Le Xuan looked at him tongue-tied, for a while he couldn't make a sound, thinking for a moment that he had heard wrongly.

"Shall we get married? Although I can't give you a grand wedding; although I can't let everyone recognize our relationship; we can't even get legal recognition like a normal couple. I still hope you can marry me. He turned to him, looking at him face to face, he had never said so many words at once, and now his hands were sweating nervously.

He heard right, he is proposing to him!Le Xuan blinked, his throat seemed to be tightly strangled by an unknown emotion, and it felt like time had frozen at this moment.

"Will you marry me?" He asked again, the tension in his voice could not be concealed.

"Why didn't you marry me?" Le Xuan sniffed, trying hard to suppress the tears in his eyes.

"If that's what you want, I can marry you too." Yanying didn't care about these formal things, as long as he wanted to.

Le Xuan looked up at the sky, and it took him a long time to look at Yan Ying and nodded.

Yan Ying hugged Le Xuan in surprise, and couldn't help kissing his lips, as if wanting to make up for the past four years at once.It took a long time before Yiyi was reluctant to let go, then turned to the tombstone and said, "Mr. Qi, Mrs. Qi, no, Dad, Mom, please rest assured, I will definitely take good care of Le Xuan."

After Yan Ying finished speaking, he took out a silver ring from his bosom, gently took Le Xuan's right hand, and put it on his ring finger.

"Is that the ring?" The ring he bought for him, and he threw back to him, is now back in his hand again.

"That's right, it's it." Yan Ying replied with a smile, holding his hand gently and firmly, this holding will last a lifetime, "It has always belonged to you, and you have always belonged to me, just as I belong to You too."

Time seems to return to the scene of his childhood, the same soft, delicate and warm. His hand was so small before, but now it has grown bigger, and he can finally shake hands with him, and it is not someone else who holds his hand. It was him, and he would never let go.

The two stood quietly in front of the tombstone. After a long time, Yanying spoke again, "Lexuan, I love you."

Le Xuan hugged Yan Ying, and Yan Ying hugged him deeply, and he replied firmly in his ear, "I love you too!"

The two people in the photo of the tombstone looked at them with a gentle smile, and seemed to be finally relieved.