The people I chased later became my backup tires.

Jiang Jinghui died in the third month of the spring of the following year.

In the season when the catkins are flying, the peach blossoms are in full bloom, and everything is picturesque. No one knows where he is buried. The Japanese artillery brutally annihilated the body of the commander.

Ten Mile City was finally preserved with an almost cruel attitude.

The artillery fire destroyed every city wall, the houses collapsed, and the surrounding areas were desolate. Weeds even grew in the backyards of ordinary people.

All the young and middle-aged people in Shili City fell on the battlefield one after another, leaving only the old, weak, women and children.

Those children had innocent and lovely faces, but the words they asked were almost cruel: "When will my father come back? He said we can see him after the war."

Everyone's expression is heavy, they can't answer, and they can't answer.

Only the blank eyes of the children are left. The pain caused by the war can never be repaired.

Xie Yu was watering a pot of orchids by the windowsill when he heard the news.

The sun is just right, there is no smell of gunpowder in the breeze, everything is just right.

So when he knew that the man who always liked to hug his waist forcefully and emphasize that he was him was dead, Xie Yu even felt it was ridiculous.

Yes, it's ridiculous, he doesn't believe it.

He knew how powerful Jiang Jinghui was. He had seen men pointing guns at people coldly, and men treating traitors coldly with iron whips. He himself was extremely afraid of that man.

So...how could he just die like that.

The kettle in his hand fell to the ground, and the poured water smudged the ground, and a dark brown shadow appeared on the ground, like a pool of dirty mud.

Xie Yu took a while to pick up the kettle with trembling hands, lost in thought.

The clingy and annoying man who always called him and asked him about things had completely disappeared.

Not even bones.

Xie Yu should have felt relieved at first, he finally didn't have to deal with Jiang Jinghui with trepidation. From then on, he was free to relax and do whatever he wanted happily.

The boy was originally a very dull person. He was not a fool who didn't understand anything. Jiang Jinghui taught him a lot, especially how to get along with his husband.

The heartless and innocent boy unconsciously put a person in his heart, even he himself didn't realize it.

Xie Yu put the kettle aside, staring at the pot of orchids in a daze. The petals are fragrant and elegant, as beautiful as an elegant butterfly.

Suddenly, he seemed to hear the phone ringing in the house.

——The only person who knows this number is Jiang Jinghui.

Xie Yu trembled all over, and a feeling of tension rose up inside his body.

The young man couldn't help thinking, maybe Jiang Jinghui is fine, maybe he escaped, maybe he's coming back soon?

His footsteps moved, with a somewhat flamboyant appearance, his fingers were resting on the table, and the air was silent.

There is no ringing of the phone.

Xie Yu was inexplicably relieved, but couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

He thought, he really lost his head.

Jiang Jinghui's funeral was held by Jiang Heguang. Many people came to express their condolences. They all had solemn and heavy expressions on their faces, like masks, and no one knew the actual thoughts hidden under the masks.

Xie Yu was wearing a black gown with a white rose pinned to his chest. The rose was clear and bright, and its elegant beauty always made people feel pitiful.

Just like the commander's wife who lost her husband.

Many people's eyes were on the slender young man in a vague way, with a vague or unclear meaning.

Jiang Yanshen was wearing a uniform black shirt, and stood beside Xie Yu. The man looked more upright. His face was handsome, with a deep outline, and he was as sharp and handsome as a scabbard.

Jiang Yanshen's meaning of protection was too strong, many people paused and looked away, no longer daring to look presumptuously at that thin and beautiful young man.

Jiang Yanshen and Jiang Heguang are the future masters of the Jiang family. Of course, one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers. The undercurrent behind this cannot be seen for the time being, but sooner or later there will be a clear day.

In the middle of the night, the spring is deep and the dew is thick, and the evening wind blows in a bit coolly.

The orange candle flames burning in the ancestral hall trembled and swayed with the cool wind.

The white mourning curtain was hanging, and the black wooden coffin was placed in the middle of the ancestral hall to the candle and censer, which looked pale and cold and fearful.

As Jiang Jinghui's widow, Xie Yu naturally had to guard the ancestral hall. He was already sleepy after a day, and now the surroundings were quiet. Xie Yu couldn't help closing his sore eyes, his consciousness was a little blurred.

Xie Yu wasn't too scared. He was a young man with a heartless heart, and the coffin was still empty.

What's more, perhaps driven by a pure sense of trust, Xie Yu subconsciously thought that even if that person returned from his soul, he would not hurt himself.

Xie Yu rubbed his eyes, knelt on the futon and said, the black shirt made him look more radiant and fair in the night, like a piece of delicious pastry.

Jiang Yanshen originally told him to go back, and he didn't really have to stay in the ancestral hall until midnight, but the young man was sometimes terribly stubborn, he didn't want to leave, and no one could persuade him.

Jiang Yan was deeply depressed, but there was nothing he could do about Xie Yu. Jiang Jinghui was dead, and many affairs were piling up in the commander's office. Remain.

The evening wind was a bit awkward, and the two who were guarding the commander's widow couldn't help tightening their clothes, feeling a sense of uneasiness inexplicably in their hearts.

"Old Zhang, do you think there are ghosts in this world? Can Hun Ye really recall the commander's ghost this time?"

Another person couldn't help but said: "Okay, okay, stop yelling, it's the middle of the night, and I'm not afraid of attracting any unclean things."

The two chatted for a while, then leaned against the door frame, feeling sleepy.

A strange smell like incense rose to the tip of their noses, and the two of them thought in a daze, maybe the commander's wife was offering incense again.

It's strange, it's so late, why is there still incense...

Xie Yu had already fallen asleep, he was half leaning on the side of the chair, his fair cheeks were lightly pink, like a little pink bred by the spring river, and the delicate fluff shone under the candlelight.

Sentimental and soft beauty.

pat, pat.

The sound of steady footsteps echoed softly, like the heels of leather shoes hitting the marble floor.

A man in a black Chinese tunic suit had a bright red rose pinned to his chest. His fingers lightly covered the young man's clean side face, and slowly stroked along the contours of the face, looking like he couldn't put it down.

Xie Yu half-opened his eyes in a daze, and he smelled a familiar masculine scent, like Jiang Jinghui's scent, a calm and cold woody scent, inexplicably giving people a sense of security.

The boy subconsciously rubbed against the palm of the man's hand, his movements were somewhat attached, like a submissive and obedient animal.

Xie Yu only felt that his eyes were blurred, and he seemed to really see Jiang Jinghui. The man put his arms around him and called his name softly.

It was so gentle that Xie Yu couldn't help crying.

He asked him, "They all say you're dead."

The man put his arms around his waist and replied, "Yes."

"I don't quite believe it, you are so bad, how could you die."

The air was silent for a while, and then there was a voice: "Yes."

So the young man was relieved, he muttered, his eyes were half closed, and he couldn't see the person clearly: "I'm not with my brother now, you don't have to keep staring at me."

The man looked down at him, the expression on the cute and delicate doll's face was uncertain.

He looked at the boy's sleeping state, and curled his fingers for a while.

"It's so funny. When Jiang Jinghui wanted you, you just liked Jiang Yanshen. Now Jiang Yanshen wants you, but you think about that dead man instead."

What kind of love is love, it's so complicated, like him, as long as you get someone, it's fine, why do you need to think so much?

Two blond-haired Western doctors came to Jiangfu.

They brought a lot of equipment, and no one knew what they were doing, only that Jiang Heguang invited them into the mansion.

Jiang Yanshen was so busy that he was dizzy these days, while Jiang Heguang seemed to be at a leisurely pace, spending all day with the doctor wondering what to study.

"Are you sure that hypnosis and medicine have no side effects? How long can it last?"

The Western doctor said in broken Chinese: "This technology is immature, and it is effective for those who are not determined. The side effects are only a little dizzy at the beginning. Of course, if you use medicine and start hypnosis, then every two months It’s time to enhance the effect.”

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

Jiang Heguang smiled with prickly dimples on both sides of his cheeks. He was cute and handsome like a young man who didn't know much about the world. He said, "Of course."

Spring is gradually coming to an end, perhaps because the seasons are changing, Xie Yu only feels dizzy recently.

Jiang Yanshen hadn't come to him for a few days, Xie Yu of course knew the reason, it was nothing more than Jiang Heguang's mess.

Xie Yu flicked the orchid on the side of his wrist, and the light-colored eyes seemed to be able to refract light, so beautiful that it made people feel illusory.

"System, how far is Jiang Yanshen's strategy progress?"

The mechanical voice of the system sounded slowly: "Currently, it is 90.00% nine, and there is only one last bit left. This world can be recycled."

Xie Yu tapped the desktop: "Recycle?"

System: "...Yes, you know, the task of killing viruses is very heavy, and the main system will recover and kill viruses by itself."

Xie Yu understood, so he didn't say any more.

The progress of this last strategy couldn't be easier. How could he not follow the script that Jiang Heguang sent up.

It only needs to give Jiang Yanshen one last blow, which is heart-wrenchingly tortured, and the progress will not increase at this point.

Xie Yu always felt that he had forgotten something recently, and that feeling was inexplicably strange, but he couldn't find the reason.

One thing is that his dependence on Jiang and Guang has become stronger and stronger.

Jiang Yanshen's name was gradually faded, and those memories of young love seemed to be slowly dusted.

Jiang Heguang is naturally happy to see the results.

The memory disappeared faster and faster, but Xie Yu didn't struggle against it.

Until one day, the boy opened his eyes and asked Jiang Heguang innocently, "Who are you? I seem to like you very much."

Jiang Heguang smiled at him, and he gently kissed the young man's forehead, and said with a smile: "You are my lover, we are about to get married."

Xie Yu believed it. A pure white soul is like a blank sheet of paper. Such a Xie Yu is undoubtedly extremely attractive. Jiang Heguang only felt that this person was a natural match for him.

They are all orphans, trapped in darkness, but this person is always pure white, so he can't help but grab him and dye it black together.

Jiang Yanshen's face was pale, and he rubbed his forehead wearily. He hadn't seen Xiao Yu for a while, and he didn't know if the boy would miss him.

Probably not, Jiang Yanshen clenched his fists tightly, and the feeling of suffocation and dullness lingered all over his body.

But even so, he still wanted to go and see the young man, maybe in the future, the young man would be able to see his sincerity clearly.

He still has a lot of time to prove his love.

Pushing open the door of the small courtyard, the small courtyard is well maintained, it seems that the young man really cherishes these flowers and plants.

Jiang Yan entered the room with a warm expression on his face.

The scene in the house caused his eyes to shrink sharply, and his wrists began to squeeze tightly.

There are even blue veins popping out on his forehead, which looks a bit hideous.

His beloved boy was sitting in the arms of others, lovingly feeding others pastries.

Jiang Yanshen only felt a burst of energy and blood rushing to his heart. The injury he had suffered before going out of the city seemed to have burst open, and it hurt so much that he even felt blood flowing out.

Jiang Heguang smiled handsomely, and even deliberately kissed the young man's lips. He said, "Why did Commander Jiang come here today? Is it because I heard that Xiao Yu and I are getting married?"

Jiang Yanshen's eyes were bloodshot. He looked at Xie Yu, and his voice was mechanical: "Xiao Yu, when did you hang out with him? Don't be mad at me..."

The boy turned his eyes, looked at him a little strangely, and said shyly, "Do I know you?"

The boy's eyes were extremely pure, looking at him as if looking at a stranger, polite and distant.

Even the intentional avoidance and struggling emotions disappeared.

He completely lost him, forgot.

Jiang Yanshen was stunned for a moment, and he opened his mouth, even feeling absurd.

The whole world is absurd.

There seemed to be something beating in the heart, but nothing seemed to move.

Someone was arguing in his ears, darkness enveloped his eyes, and everything entered the eternal night.

"Congratulations to the host, the progress of the target Jiang Yanshen's licking the dog has been completed, and the progress of the strategy has been completed."

"Please leave this world urgently, the main system will recycle this world."

"Virus intrusion into the world trajectory is detected, the world's normal channel is closed... virus intrusion system is detected, alarm...70.00%..."

"The emergency escape hatch has been opened for the host..."

"Little fish... hiss..."

"See you in the next world."

The author has something to say: the son is just a tool man, not a target, and the tool man cannot get Xiaoyu’s love

This story is indeed over here, at least from Xiaoyu’s perspective, the world is over, and my writing still needs to be improved.

Follow me into the next world, maybe it will be a healing and warm story

Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: Susu 1;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 4573366010 bottles; 5 bottles of Su Su Su Xiaoyu; 1 bottle of Luo Buyu;

The wives are so cute I think...