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If life could be restarted, on a sunny afternoon, he did not wear a mask, and he was not in a bar, but on the most sparse and ordinary streets that can be seen everywhere in Jiangcheng. He met the boy he liked and restrained his joy Walking towards him, standing in front of him, smiling slightly and stretching out his hand: "Hello, I'm Qishui."

I am your fan, I have liked you for a long, long time, can you give me a chance to pursue you?

If, if it started like this, can the ending between him and Feng Chen be repeated?

Qishui's eyes were covered with a layer of darkness that almost swallowed him. Standing in the depths of Feng Chen's suddenly narrowed pupils, he looked at the boy he loved so much with forbearance and nostalgia—it's a pity that life has not restarted one chance.

The hustle and bustle of the surroundings seemed to fade away at this moment, only this face that was exactly like Shen Xi was left in front of Feng Chen's eyes, and all kinds of pasts that flew past after the turbulent waves were in his mind - the alienated and cold little stammer in school, the bar The resident singer who took the initiative to confess his love, Shen Xi in the white shirt, Qi Shui in the black windbreaker, many fragments quickly recovered in Feng Chen's mind, and pieced together the truth that he would never have imagined anyway.

After a long time, Feng Chen choked out a "Fuck!"

Hao Jun, who was not in a free state, was shocked at Qishui's flourishing beauty at first. After half a minute, he suddenly rubbed his eyes and murmured: "Is it my eyes? Such a handsome little brother, who looks like his sister-in-law." ah."

It's not fucking like, it's a person at all!

If it wasn't for Qishui's wearing Shen Xi's clothes that Feng Chen is very familiar with at the moment, Feng Chen would really think that Qishui had plastic surgery according to his favorite appearance as Hao Jun said - in as long as 1 minute After being in a sluggish state of confused thinking and mouth glue, Feng Chen finally woke up, the Qishui at this moment is indeed another existence that Shen Xi mentioned.

So, the fan he fucked was actually his wife, right?

Feng Chen didn't know whether he should be thankful or afraid, as if neither kind of emotion was suitable to express at this moment, Feng Chen who had nothing to say scolded that "Fuck!", the air once again fell into a long silence.

Until Qishui opened his mouth first.

He picked up a glass of warm water, took a sip, suppressed the soreness in his eyes, and tried to pretend to be as casual as before: "Won't you invite me to sit down?"

Feng Chen subconsciously stood up, vacated his seat for Qi Shui, and then sat down opposite him: "Where is the little stammer?"

Qishui looked at Feng Chen who kept a distance from him, and smiled bitterly: "If I were Shen Xi now, would you come over?"

Feng Chen was dumbfounded for a moment when asked.

To be honest, if Qishui had disguised himself as Shen Xi and appeared directly in front of Feng Chen early in the morning, it would have been difficult to identify him.But after being told the truth at this moment, maybe because he got the perspective of God, maybe all the doubts began to clear up, and the small differences in the details between the two that Feng Chen hadn't realized before began to become clear one by one at this moment——Qishui voice On the low side, when talking to him, the tone will rise slightly, the body will lean forward unconsciously, and stammer, the voice is cold and the speech speed is slow, the body is always tense, and resists all intimacy and intimacy of others, even in Feng Chen. In front of him, he would always blush helplessly.

Qishui can imitate Shen Xi, but he can never imitate Shen Xi's character.

Feng Chen didn't answer, looked at his watch, and then fixed his gaze on Qi Shui: "So, you are the one who invited me to the bar tonight?"

Qishui nodded.

"You have something to do with me?" Because this face was that of someone he loved deeply, Feng Chen finally had patience when talking with Qi Shui, and he was able to ask Qi Shui questions calmly.

Qishui clenched his hands subconsciously, looked at Hao Jun, who was still immersed in shock and messed up alone but didn't forget to listen to the corner, and said softly, "Can we change places?"

Feng Chen let out a "huh" and stood up. Because he got up too fast and accidentally injured his thigh, he couldn't hold it back and let out a low "hiss". When Qishui immediately turned around to help him, he subconsciously threw it away.

"Sorry." Young Master Feng probably also realized that his actions were a bit too cruel, and apologized very sincerely.

Qi Shui withdrew his hand bitterly, shook his head lightly: "It's okay."

Although he said he was fine, Qishui still felt pain in his heart like a pinprick. His eyes, which had never left Feng Chen from the beginning to the end, were instantly cast a shadow. He clenched his fingertips and followed Feng Chen. When he suddenly turned his head to signal him to go to his left, his eyes lit up again immediately, and he hurriedly stuck to Feng Chen's left side, slowing down his pace.

Feng Chen knew in his heart that even though it was Qishui who was with him now, this body was still Shen Xi's, so how dare he put Qishui in sight half a meter away from him.

"Brother Chen, where are you going?!" Hao Jun was full of doubts, just after listening to the beginning, he didn't understand anything, why did these two people leave tacitly?

Feng Chen glanced at him, took out his mobile phone and contacted a surrogate driver, and reminded Hao Jun: "The surrogate driver will call for you, and when you go home, don't pass by the gate of my house. You should consciously keep your distance in places with my mother these days." Far."

Hao Jun, who knew that he said the wrong thing and caused Feng Chen trouble, nodded pitifully, watching the boy he liked and Fa Xiao, who had broken up with him, disappear into the crowd "intimately", leaving him alone in the wind .

The wind in the second half of the night was even more chilly, a bit harsh and desolate in the depths of winter, with no grass growing. Few pedestrians blew past along the secluded long street. The street lamps were stars scattered on the ground, and the light and shadow were dim.

Qishui has never prayed for this road to be longer than it is now, and it is better that it will never end. There was even a moment when he shamefully rejoiced that Feng Chen was injured, so that he could accompany him in a fair and bright manner, and let him relax together. slow down.

However, even though the end of the long street was far away, Qishui still waited for Feng Chen's question.

"Can you come back after you've settled the matter and stuttered?" Feng Chen stopped, his long legs slightly bent against the steps behind to support his body, and asked Qi Shui in a calm tone.

Qishui tried her best to restrain the soreness in her heart when she heard this sentence, and nodded slightly.

"Then where is he now?" Feng Chen breathed a little faster in an instant, frowned and looked at Qi Shui, the calmness he had just modified was betrayed by the unconsciously accelerated tone.

Qi Shui stared blankly at Feng Chen, clearly seeing his own appearance in the depths of his eyes, but Shen Xi's name was clearly engraved on it, he closed his eyes very slowly, and smiled wryly: "He's fine, He just fell asleep temporarily."

Feng Chen breathed a sigh of relief.

"What do you want from me?" After confirming that the child is safe, Feng Chen can settle down to solve Qishui's problem. He looked at Qishui calmly, not knowing what else he could do to find him.

Qishui was about to blurt out "I want you to be my boyfriend for one night" almost subconsciously, but the last sliver of latent rationality held him back—no, Feng Chen would reject it.

He raised his eyes, looked at the boy he loved deeply but loved another one of him, tried his best to suppress the trembling in his voice, and said in a low voice, "I want you to stay with me."

"Don't worry, it's just tonight." Seeing that Feng Chen frowned, he hurriedly added.

Feng Chen was slightly taken aback.

The long wind blows through the shadowy branches of the trees, and everything is silent. It seems that you can faintly hear the breaking of everything. After the sting, the long winter with short days and long nights has disappeared, and the sky will be brighter earlier. It really counts At this moment, there are only less than six hours left before dawn.

What can you do in six hours?It is not enough for a long-distance lover who loves each other to drive a [-]-kilometer late-night drag car, not enough for a long flower bud before the dark flower blooms, not enough for a hand-carved cuff button to polish one ten-thousandth of the brilliance.

But for Qishui, six hours is already the greed he prayed for.

When Feng Chen wanted to refuse, he hesitated when he met Shang Qishui's eyes—the pupils were as thick as jade, the end of the eyes outlined in light red, and every inch of the small arc was the result of Feng Chen's countless times through photos. The imprint deeply engraved in the bottom of my heart, but at this moment, these eyes are more eager than the original owner, restrained but brave enough to look at me without blinking, and there is a glimmer of longing inside.

He knew that this was not Shen Xi, but he seemed to see Shen Xi's appearance when he was injured through these eyes.

When Shen Xi was injured, Feng Chen's heart would ache.

Feng Chen was in a daze for a moment.

The refusal that should have been spoken disappeared with the momentary trance.

Feng Chen gave a polite "um".

He said yes!Qi Shui was so excited that he almost jumped up on the spot, his dark eyes instantly brightened like stars, and he wanted to run a few kilometers along the long street on the spot to express his joy that he couldn't scream at the moment.

A drunk who didn't know where kicked the trash can on the side of the street. The sound of cursing and clinking wine bottles echoed in the quiet long street, piercing and ear-piercing.

But woke up Qishui who was so excited that he almost couldn't find Bei.

Don't be too presumptuous, he seems to like quieter boys.

Qi Shui quickly pinched herself, took a deep breath and pressed hard on the heart that was about to jump out of her throat, carefully tugged on Feng Chen's arm, and asked him: "Are you cold?"

Feng Chen only wore a shirt when he went out, and the temperature was low in the second half of the night, and the two of them were standing on the empty long street. After being told by Qi Shui, Feng Chen began to feel a little cold.

He saw Qishui, who was wearing one more coat than him, and was worried that his children would be cold, so he was going to use his mobile phone to contact the driver to buy two clothes.

Qishui had never seen Feng Chen who would treat others so tenderly. His heart, which was so low in the dust, was suddenly lifted up softly, teaching him a little more courage to be presumptuous.

"I know there's a restaurant that's open 24 hours a day. We can sit there for a while." Qi Shui boldly expressed his desire to have a meal with Feng Chen implicitly.

Feng Chen didn't think much about it, put away his phone and said "um", motioning Qishui to lead the way.

In Master Feng's impression, only convenience stores and KFC were open 24 hours a day, and he didn't understand the hopeful look in Qishui's eyes when he said this, so when Qishui led him around the bustling long street to the back In the alley, when a small but warm hot pot restaurant appeared in front of the two of them, Feng Chen suddenly remembered something that he had neglected.

A few months ago, on the night when Feng Chen didn't know that the rare active little stutter in his arms was actually Qishui, he had promised Qishui to have a hot pot meal with him—but, in the end, he and Feng Chen had this meal together. It was Shen Xi who had the meal.

Seeing Qishui's joy at finally getting what he wanted, Feng Chen began to doubt for the first time whether he was too scumbag. He promised Qishui to stay with him for a night even though he couldn't give Qishui anything.

But Feng Chen had no chance to repent.

He was so full of guilt towards Shen Xi that when ordering food, he didn't even remember to ask Qi Shui's preferences. He ordered clear soup pot bottom and Shen Xi's favorite dishes. Shui looked at him suddenly, and said carefully and seriously: "Can I change to another pot bottom?"

Feng Chen was taken aback for a moment, and then he realized that he touched his nose and handed the menu to Qi Shui: "Well, you can do whatever you want."

When Qishui saw the familiar dishes above, even though he already knew Feng Chen's feelings for Shen Xi in his heart, at this moment, his heart instinctively shrank, as if being tightly grasped by two hands, it was very painful.

He pursed his lips lightly, and continued to look at the menu as if nothing had happened, without speaking.

The rising heat gathers upwards from the surroundings of the copper pot, and the fresh and tender meat slices are put into the pot, and the pot is boiled, and the long chopsticks are held up and down for more than ten seconds before they can be eaten, and then they are served with well-prepared sauces, fully mixed The fresh and fragrant taste dances on the tip of the tongue, and the fat is overflowing.

Warm food can fill the vacancy in the heart to some extent, so people who are broken in love will overeat, and unhappy people will frantically look for all kinds of delicious food. The heat brought by high calories seems to really relieve people's anxiety. Sadness, teaching people to temporarily forget all bad memories.

At least for Qishui at this moment, not only his stomach is warmed, but also the wish that he can finally be with the person he likes and eat his favorite hot pot is fulfilled.

The so-called lovers mean to eat together, make trouble together, sleep together and participate in the important nodes of each other's life - if possible, Qishui would like to spend his whole life in exchange for a month with Feng Chen.

But he didn't have a lifetime, and even these six hours were stolen by him.

He carefully, under the cover of the heat, peeked at Feng Chen over and over again, tracing and engraving every inch of his outline in his heart, and then crossed it off on an invisible LT wish list that no one knows about. "Eat with boyfriend" item.

After eating, it was two in the morning.

The night was very quiet, and Jiangcheng, which fell into a deep sleep, was stripped of its prosperity under the dark sky. It was a cold city with only steel and concrete left. It had no temperature, just like the night wind blowing over people.

Occasionally, the lights that go to bed late are shining in the dark night, as if the warmth can be picked up by hand, which makes people feel more greedy.

Feng Chen absent-mindedly walked along the street with Qi Shui, and was about to ask Qi Shui if his children could come back after eating their rice.

But before he could open his mouth, Qishui, who guessed his thoughts, blocked him back.

"I want to take you to a place." Qishui stood in the light and shadow of light and dark, his eyes were half stars and half dark. He looked at Feng Chen, tried his best to restrain the soreness in his throat, and whispered, "Soon , he will be back soon."

The author has something to say: Thanks to "Rong Jiuqing" and "Yexu Y" who watered Wenwen and all the cuties, love~