two-way mark

When Yan Cheng's name came into view, Chi Xiye's eyes went dark for a moment, leaving only the halo of the sun remaining in the darkness.

He felt short of breath, pulled off the mask roughly, then shook his body unconsciously, staggered unsteadily, and stretched out his hand to hold the tombstone before he could stand still.

The cold temperature came from the stone tablet, but Chi Xiye instantly clenched the cold stone under his hands, and the rounded corners were stuck in his palm. It didn't hurt, but the touch was very distinct.

Chi Xiye was silent for a long time, feeling that he had just had a nightmare. He didn't even dare to look down at the tombstone with Yan Cheng's name engraved on it. He turned his eyes to the distance as if trying to escape, and the surrounding scenery fell into his vision again. Under his eyes, Chi Xiye suddenly remembered some past events.

At that time, he went to the manor very frequently, and he was already familiar with the way, but he also knew that Yan Cheng didn't like this place very much, so one afternoon, while sitting by the lake with Yan Cheng, he proposed: "Sir, in the future Let's make a place like this."

Yan Cheng looked back at him questioningly, Chi Xiye took Yan Cheng's arm and leaned closer, "I like small forests, lakes, and swans... When we get old, we will find one like this." Is it a good place to stay?"

Yan Cheng joked, "Do you want to build another castle?"

Chi Xiye shook his head: "No need, just small, how lonely it is to live in a castle, it's empty."

He stretched out his hand and gestured: "The house doesn't have to be too big. It's surrounded by woods and a small artificial lake is dug behind. It's best to have two or three swans. It's just the right size for the two of us and An An to live together!"

Yan Cheng smiled, "You're really picky."

"I don't have it!" Chi Xiye said dissatisfiedly: "That's the place where we will live together until the end, of course we want the best!"

"Okay." Yan Cheng coaxed with a smile: "Then do as you said, okay?"

The sunshine that afternoon was very similar to this time, and even the surrounding scenery was almost the same as what Chi Xiye described at that time.

Chi Xiye's face turned cold, and he reached out to touch it, only to realize that he didn't know when tears flowed all over his face.

He lost all strength on his feet, and supported Yan Cheng's tombstone to slide down slowly, but he still didn't dare to look at the front of the tombstone, he just sat down by the side, and after a long silence, he said, "When did this happen?" ..."

"Yan Cheng...how did you..." Chi Xiye covered his face and fell silent again, the sun was shining on his back, but his heart was icy cold.

I don't know how long it took until the white clouds covered the sun before Chi Xiye let out a cry that could no longer be suppressed from between his clenched lips and teeth. On the ground, a patch of dark dots bloomed.

"Yan Cheng..." Chi Xiye called Yan Cheng's name helplessly, and asked in a chaotic order: "What the hell happened...I still want to ask you, what do you think of me..."

"You made this place where there are only the two of us, and you still have to keep a distance from me in the end..." Chi Xiye cried and said, "I really don't understand...but I don't have a chance to ask, do I?"

Chi Xiye's lips were bloody from being bitten, and his mouth was full of bloody smell, but he didn't know it, and only one thought remained: the retribution is not shallow.

He left with that reason at the time, without saying anything clearly, and without asking anything clearly. When he came back to his senses four years later, he discovered that he and Yan Cheng had switched roles, and it was him who was left to face death. .

"Yan Cheng..." Chi Xiye blinked his empty eyes, and asked dumbly, "Were you... so uncomfortable at that time?"

He said: "If you like me, it must be... worse than me..."

Chi Xiye sat blankly for a long time, he didn't cry anymore, but he seemed to have lost all energy, sitting like a puppet.

When Xi Siqing called him, he stood up with difficulty supporting his body, and after standing still, he turned his head to look at Yan Cheng's tombstone for the last time.

The last ray of sunlight was about to disappear, Chi Xiye opened his eyes wide, only at this moment did he realize that Yan Cheng's name was outlined in red, and there was no photo of Yan Cheng posted on it.

Chi Xiye turned around abruptly, and put his hand on the front of the tombstone again, trembling, he traced Yan Cheng's name a little bit, it was red, really red, and there was no time engraved on it.

Chi Xiye's heart fell to the ground with a bang, and after the rest of his life after the catastrophe, he felt extremely absurd again.

Both he and Yan Cheng went crazy, they made two empty graves and looked at each other from a distance, and acted out a love affair that only one person knew about.

Chi Xiye didn't know if he was relieved. When he turned to leave, he heard footsteps approaching a little bit. He subconsciously pulled up his mask and looked around, before quickly flashing into the woods not far away.

Chi Xiye turned sideways and looked out. In the last ray of sunlight, Yan Cheng picked up the steps and went up. The orange glow fell on Yan Cheng's body, and after disappearing, he returned to darkness.

Chi Xiye stared blankly at Yan Cheng, watching Yan Cheng walk to his tombstone expressionlessly, his frozen expression instantly melted, his brows and eyes relaxed, and a gentle smile appeared.

"Xiao Chi, I'm sorry, I'm late today." Yan Cheng moved very skillfully, as if he had done it thousands of times, he wiped Chi Xiye's tombstone, and spread out the things on his hands little by little.

Yan Cheng smiled and said, "Today I cooked some beef brisket for you, it took some time."

Not far away, Chi Xiye stared at Yan Cheng for a moment.

He and Yan Cheng had been away for four years, and when they saw each other four years later, Chi Xiye found that Yan Cheng had changed a lot.

His heart was swollen and painful, he could hardly control his feet, he wanted to rush to Yan Cheng and talk to him—or he could just say nothing.

Chi Xiye clung to the big tree in front of him, the rough bark rubbed his fingers red, but he didn't seem to feel it, just watched Yan Cheng talking softly to his tombstone .

Chi Xiye's heart was in a mess, and his eyes, which were slightly red and swollen from crying just now, burned again.

It was too late, half a year late, and four years late that spanned life and death. In this lonely cemetery, the deepest mystery in his heart was solved, and a certain truth that had never been revealed finally jumped to Chi Xiye. In front of him——Yan Cheng likes him.

It is precisely because of liking that Yan Cheng became what he is now - because he became what he is now.

Chi Xiye clenched his fist tightly, but at this moment the foot that was about to rush out just now seemed to be nailed to the ground, and he suddenly became frightened.

Chi Xiye stood behind the tree until his feet became numb, and Yan Cheng stood up and left.

He didn't dare to move, watching Yan Cheng's back disappear little by little.

Wait a little longer, Chi Xiye thought, wait a little longer, and then go to see Yan Cheng when he is ready.

But in the next few days, Chi Xiye didn't have time to settle down and think.

After the professor arrived in Mocheng, he and Xi Siqing moved back to the hotel from Wen Yuze's house, and followed the professor every day to prepare various materials. Even on the day when he met with the Foundation, Chi Xiye was still there. Organize materials on the desk behind the box.

The agreed time was getting closer and closer, and Chi Xiye's stapler kept running. The next second after the last piece of material was stapled, the door of the box was pushed open from the outside.

The heel of the person's leather shoes hit the ground, making a soft sound.

The person said in a deep voice, "Hi, I'm Yan Cheng."

The stapler in Chi Xiye's hand suddenly fell, and he turned his head abruptly, just in time to meet the eyes of Yan Cheng who was following the sound.