Ten years is not too late for a gentleman to marry

The night of the seventh day of July was as cold as water, but Cheng Qiyan spent his 30th birthday in dire straits. This night was too long, so long that people felt that they would sleep forever in a terrifying nightmare.

Two full days later, Cheng Qiyan opened his eyelids which were as heavy as lead, but his consciousness was not yet clear. He lay on his back on the bed and quietly rolled his eyes, looking at the room with strange eyes. After a long time, he sighed quietly... Yes, at home.

Cheng Qiyan covered his confused head and sat up from the bed. With this movement, the dream settled in his mind was stirred up, and it all came to the front of his eyes. He shook his head anxiously.

"Tan... Yuran." Cheng Qiyan called vaguely.

The room was empty and no one answered.

Cheng Qiyan got out of bed, and started walking feebly, naked as if absent-minded~ Naked and shuttled through the rooms, "Tan Yuran, Tan Yuran..."

His voice was getting louder, and he kicked the doors of the rooms irritably, but every time he was disappointed.

Not finding Tan Yuran, Cheng Qiyan slumped on the chair in the dining room. He looked at the back of his hand, dream, it was indeed a dream, otherwise breaking those lenses would hurt him.

"Qachihiko, are you awake?" An all-too-familiar voice came from behind, and it brought a new understanding every time.

Cheng Qiyan looked at Tan Yuran who was walking towards him, "Where did you die?"

"I'm making soup for you in the kitchen, thinking you're going to wake up soon..." Tan Yuran quietly observed if there was anything unusual about Cheng Qiyan.Unexpectedly, Cheng Qiyan hugged him tightly, which is a rare move for him, Tan Yuran hugged him instead, and asked without showing any trace, "What's wrong?"

"I... had a nightmare." Cheng Qiyan felt that it was ridiculous for a big man to rely on other people's arms for such a reason, but he was really scared, and unprecedented fear invaded him.

"Hehe, I said it was a dream, it's over, put on your clothes, okay?"

Cheng Qiyan grabbed Tan Yuran's collar and asked nervously, "Do you know that Ji Lan died last night?"

"I know." Tan Yuran replied calmly. He tore off the tablecloth and surrounded Cheng Qiyan's naked body, "When I found you at Ji Lan's house, you were already unconscious. I asked the doctor to give you a tranquilizer. So if you sleep till now, the dream must be fake, and you won't believe it, right?"

"Yes, the dream is fake, but is what Ji Lan told me true? She said that you and I have known each other for a long time, and she also said that you performed the amnesia surgery on me. How do you explain it?" Cheng Qiyan held her hands Tan Yuran's hands, "These hands hugging me, they were once stained with my blood, right?"

They looked at each other with complicated expressions for a while.

Tan Yuran pushed him to a chair and sat down, knelt in front of him on one knee, and said, "I'm sorry Qiyan, I just don't want to see you in too much pain, but I didn't expect that it would hurt you... I'm avoiding, I've been avoiding Such a situation arises.”

"Then what is it that hurts me? No matter what the injury is, it heals slowly, but you removed it completely," Cheng Qiyan shook his head and smiled bitterly, "I have to question it."

"Only by deleting all those bad memories can we let go of the pain that we will bear all our lives. I think we can have a new start one day. Is it wrong to love each other?"

These words made Cheng Qiyan suddenly think of the picture in the dream. Love is never the whole of life. If love is based on hurting others, he would rather separate from Tan Yuran immediately, so he denied that those things in the dream had ever happened. He believes in himself.

"Qiyan, let's give up those three years of memory, it's not worth you worrying about the future time, it's all in the past tense, wouldn't it be good to grab what you have in front of you, think about me, I am to you now What the hell is that?"

The first time they talked about this topic, they actually tacitly tolerated it, but it was a hidden danger after all.

"How many three years have I spent in my 30-year-old life? That is a part of my life. Why should I not, why should I give up?" Cheng Qiyan flatly refused without thinking.

"All you want is an answer. Ji Lan gave it to you. What are you looking for? What's the point of holding on to this answer? It can't turn back time, let alone give you more happiness..." Tan Yuran's tone instantly became aggressive, like a psychological war, and in the end he wanted to capture the last city that Cheng Qiyan had reserved in his heart.

That's right, Ji Lan is dead. After looking for the murderer who killed his wife for so many years, she also died in front of him. Isn't it all over? Seven years of obsession can finally be let go... But why not A feeling of relief?

Suddenly, something blindfolded, and Cheng Qiyan's eyes were dark, "Tan Yuran, what are you doing..."

Tan Yuran didn't answer, but put him down on the floor, kissed his thigh, spread the kiss all the way to his collarbone, his ear, "I want you to feel, just feel my existence, you always It's thinking so much, and ignoring the present..." Rude love ~ stroking Cheng Qiyan's sensitive place, Tan Yuran lifted his leg and entered him without any lubrication.

"Hmm--" Cheng Qiyan gritted his teeth and did not cry out.

The friction of dry skin and flesh brings the most real and direct feeling. Pain or pleasure is given by one person. Cheng Qiyan can't see it or touch it. He can only feel Tan Yuran's ear, the only thing he can hear. It was his whisper.

"Think about who is in your body... Your present is not attached to the past, Qi Yan... Qi Yan... Promise me, don't think about the past anymore, give it up...Give it up forever !"

These words made Cheng Qiyan feel lost, but immediately, intense feelings filled the whole world, the past and the future are a balance, and now, he is making a choice! "Ha...I...Okay, I promise you, never, never look for it again!"

"can do it?"

"can do it!"

That promise, as if condensed into substance, resounded loudly.

Cheng Qiyan's limbs wrapped around Tan Yuran, hugged him, listened to him, felt that he filled himself up, and could no longer blend in with others, he bit Tan Yuran's shoulder, and squeezed hard until his mouth was full of fishy sweetness, tasting him... Everything is him, how can you not give up on those things that are beyond the reach of the illusory...

Let it go and let the past rest in peace.

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A week later, Cheng Qiyan took care of his mood and came to Ji Lan's manor again. There were no servants coming in and out here, everything was silent, but the scenery inside remained unchanged.

It's just that the flowers in the garden seem to have lost their brilliance, as if their souls have gone with their hostess.

Cheng Qiyan walked through the long corridor and came to the main hall, and saw a young man kneeling in the center of the hall, and in front of him, there was Ji Lan's photo, and the incense lingered around her smile fixed in the photo frame.

After a long time, Cheng Qiyan tentatively called out, "Ji Chi..."

Ji Chi turned his head slowly, his brown eyes were full of sadness, and he looked straight at Cheng Qiyan through the mist of sadness.

Ji Chi lost a lot of weight, as if his vitality had been pulled out of his body, and he no longer had the vigor and sunny smile he had before.

Cheng Qiyan walked over, leaned over and squatted beside him, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault." Yu Jilan, Cheng Qiyan has no shame, but Yu Jichi, he feels that he is an image of a hurt person.

Ji Chi squeezed out an extremely bitter compatibility, and kept shaking his head, "No, you're not wrong, I know it's because my sister did something too much...Can I ask your forgiveness for my sister?"

Cheng Qiyan didn't know what to say, forgiveness didn't just come out of his mouth, let alone he couldn't be that magnanimous.

"Forget it, my sister has gone, so there's no point in talking about it. Thank you for coming to see her." Ji Chi's world is full of loneliness.

"I'm here to see you."

Ji Chi raised his eyes again to look at Cheng Qiyan, the man who always puzzled him, "Can I... can I hug you?"

Without even thinking about it, Cheng Qiyan opened his arms to welcome Ji Chi's hug. At that moment, Ji Chi's chin rested on Cheng Qiyan's shoulder, tears slid down and soaked his shirt.

In the garden outside the promenade, the rose is withering, and the petals are flying away with the wind. Ji Chi, who will never have a relative in this world, vows that he will live for this hug.

The next day, Ji Chi flew back to the United States with Ji Lan's ashes, because her will stated that she did not like the city of Beidu, where all her injuries and pains were found, even if only a handful of ashes remained , don't stay here either.Ji Chi followed her last wish and left here with Ji Lan, waiting for the future alone in the United States.

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A man in police uniform walked into an ordinary residential area and climbed up to the fourth floor on foot. He took out the key and opened his own home, this rented, damp and small place.

As vigilant as he was, he didn't notice the person hiding behind the door. When someone hugged him behind him and handed down his gun, he was startled, and then angrily cursed: "Damn it, my police uniform, don't tear it up!" Dropped my button...Wei Fei, don't go too far..."

Maybe it's because of being in the same room for several months that he was so familiar with Wei Fei's aura, as if he thought it was one.

Wei Fei ignored Liu Yin's resistance, untied his belt, pulled down his pants, pushed him down on the table, and started doing it violently.

The room that hadn't had time to turn on the lights looked a bit gloomy, and the humid summer air permeated the room with a strong musky scent of men, accompanied by violent impact sounds, forming an invisible scene of obscenity.

I don't know how long it took before the stormy sex came to an end. Liu Yin rolled down from the table and wiped the white turbidity on the police uniform with a tissue.

"Damn it." Liu Yin cursed.

"I've got something to do recently, and I'm going to leave Beidu for a while, so I won't be here anymore." Wei Fei said coldly, lifting his bangs without covering his right cheek.In front of Liu Yin, there is no need for that.

Liu Yin immediately stopped what he was doing and looked at this half-god-faced, half-demon-faced man. Since Wei Fei was acquitted, he took him in. The police lived in the same building as the suspect. Under the eaves... unexpectedly there is still that kind of shady feeling, for which he always cast aside himself.

"Leaving for a while, is it because of Cheng Qiyan?" Liu Yin asked calmly.

"Yes." Wei Fei answered simply.

Liu Yin smiled lowly, and didn't say anything more. In the end, I was being sentimental, and you still refused to give up after all...