forbidden to imagine

Song Lai drove seriously all the way without saying a word, which made Fang Yan beside him a little nervous.

After driving for a while, Fang Yan realized that this was not the way to go home, but it was not the direction to Yizhichun either. Fang Yan looked at Song Lai beside him and wanted to ask, but he didn't ask.

After Song Lai drove for a while, Fang Yan vaguely felt that this road was very familiar. An idea popped up in his mind, but he couldn't believe it.

Fang Yan clenched his fists and turned to stare at Song Lai.

"Where are you going?"

Taking advantage of the traffic lights, Song Lai turned his head and smiled at Fang Yan, pretending to be mysterious, "Didn't you recognize it?"

Seeing him put on a playful look, Fang Yan dared to think deeply.

Fang Yan looked out the window and pretended to ask casually.

"Are you going to Century City?"

Song Lai was taken aback when he heard the words, obviously taken aback, "Do you still remember the name of the community?"

Fang Yan nodded, with a melancholy expression, "A few years ago, I didn't know where you lived, and every time I came to the river, I would go to Century City."

Fang Yan's voice was soft, and there was no emotion in his tone, as if remembering Song Lai's past all the time was just a common thing for him, but Song Lai felt his heart burn like a fire when he heard it, calling him I didn't come back to my senses for a while.

Song Lai didn't speak anymore, he speeded up and drove to the gate of Century City, vaguely, he felt as if he saw Fang Yan wandering back and forth at the gate of the community a few years ago.

Although Century City was an old community more than ten years ago, it has not changed much in recent years because of its advantageous geographical location. Instead, a new primary school was built nearby, and it was classified as a school district housing, which has increased in value.

Song Lai has held this property for many years, and has not rented it out since he moved out. He has always kept this small house. Although he has never been back to see it for so many years, Song Lai at this moment can still clearly remember one thing about it. One drop, and I can even recall Fang Yan's previous appearance.

As Song Lai drove the car into the community, the dusty memories in Fang Yan's heart also revived.

Looking at the same neighborhood as before, Fang Yan couldn't help but think of the night he waited alone many years ago.

The bitterness from that year was on the lips again at this moment, Fang Yan could only smile pretendingly, and put those memories behind him.

"It hasn't changed at all here."

Song Lai responded while parking the car, "The environment has not changed, but the land price has increased several times."

Fang Yan turned his head and laughed and joked, "Why don't you sell it?"

Song Lai paused when he unfastened his seat belt. He looked up at Fang Yan, hesitated to speak, and finally just pouted at him angrily, "Get out of the car, do you remember which floor it is?"

Fang Yan nodded, "I never dared to forget."

The two stood side by side in front of the closed gate, looking at the familiar door, Fang Yan felt a little lost in his heart.

He looked sideways at Song Lai, and couldn't help holding his hand, as if he wanted to grab something, but also seemed afraid of losing something.

"elder brother."

Fang Yan suddenly stopped Song Lai who was about to open the door.

Song Lai turned to look at him, the key was already pointed at the door lock, "What's wrong?"

"Are you really going in?"

Looking at Fang Yan's pale face, Song Lai smiled in relief, "Together."

With that said, Song Lai opened the door.

As soon as the door was opened, in addition to the old musty smell, there were also memories that supported Fang Yan's crawling in France.

Song Lai led Fang Yan, who was already in a daze, and walked in. Everything inside was deeply remembered by Song Lai.

On the day he was appointed as the general manager of Secret Forest, Song Lai moved out.

He thought it was saying goodbye to the unbearable past, and also thought that he was imprisoning his young self, but now that he revisited the old place, Song Lai gradually realized that he hadn't really forgotten everything here.

Song Lai let go of Fang Yan's hand and walked to the side of the sofa. His fingers lightly slid across the plastic film covering the sofa, and his fingertips were stained with a thick layer of dust.

Song Lai put his fingers up in front of his eyes, suddenly feeling a little funny.

A few years seems to be a long time and a long time, but in the end it is only the thickness of this layer of dust.

Song Lai pursed his lips and smiled, and stretched out his fingers in front of Fang Yan, "This layer of dust has been deposited for so many years, it doesn't seem too thick."

Seeing Song Lai standing in this familiar room smiling at himself, Fang Yan's chest began to heat up uncontrollably.

For his smile at this moment, I have waited for many years.

Fang Yan took a deep breath, walked over quickly, grabbed Song Lai's wrist and pulled him into his arms, ignoring the dirt on his hands, just hugging him tightly.

As if trying to trap him, but also trap himself.

"Brother Why did you bring me here? If you want to break up with me, I won't agree. "

Fang Yan's words made Song Lai couldn't help laughing, but he felt sad again when he smiled.

Song Lai breathed a sigh of relief, patted Fang Yan on the back, and coaxed him like a child.

"Why do you think so? If I want to separate from you, I won't be subtle with you at all. I will draw a clear line with you directly. "

Song Lai said, pushing Fang Yan, "Lu Yan."

Hearing Song Lai calling himself that, Fang Yan took a deep breath, and reluctantly let go of him, but still held onto his wrist tightly.

The person in front of him looked at him with lowered eyebrows, his eyes were slightly red, and his eyes flickered.

Like a wounded fawn, or like a gambler waiting for fate.

Song Lai's heart was so soft that he looked up at Fang Yan, holding his right cheek with one hand, with firm and pious eyes.

"Just now you asked me why I didn't sell this place. Actually, I was thinking about this question too."

"Before I thought I was just not short of the money, so there was no need for that, but now I don't want to lie to you or myself."

Song Lai paused, took a deep breath, "It's because I couldn't bear it.

Lu Yan, I can't bear to part with the past self, and even more so with the past you. "

Fang Yan looked at Song Lei fixedly, his thin lips parted slightly, but he didn't know what to say.

Song Lai's hand gently caressed Fang Yan's face, and his thumb slowly stroked his temple hair.

"I should have told you some things earlier, but you know me as a person. I'm not good at expressing or falling in love. I'm always embarrassed to say a lot of things.

I thought we knew each other well enough, but I forgot that no one can fully grasp another's heart through flesh and blood. "

"Lu Yan."

Song Lai called out solemnly, his eyes were firm, and his whole body exuded dazzling confidence.

"Actually, I had a crush on you a long time ago, but we stood too far away at that time, and I couldn't and wouldn't associate it.

When we met again later, I subconsciously wanted to distance myself from you, not because I didn't like you, but because I was afraid of liking you. "

"I have never liked anyone, and I dare not like anyone.

I am timid by nature, but I am sheep and tiger skin. I cannot bear abandonment and betrayal. My protection for myself is never to start trusting. "

"But even so, I still can't control my heart and liking for you.

I like you, not only the past and the present, but also never only one heartbeat.

Lu Yan, even if we separate today and meet again in the future, my heart will still beat faster because of you. "

"I am a penny-pinching, narrow-minded person. I gave you 100% likes, so you are not allowed to accept only half of them."

"Do you understand now?"

Fang Yan's eyes were full of tears at some point, he couldn't see the person in front of him clearly, but he could be sure that Song Lai had only himself in his eyes.

Fang Yan bit his lower lip tightly, his tears and reason had completely collapsed, he tightly grasped the hand on the side of his face, and nodded heavily.

"I see.

I know. "

"Brother, I am very happy."

"I've never been richer than I am now."

As Fang Yan said, he hugged Song Lai uncontrollably, as if he wanted to rub him into his flesh and blood.

"I want you to like me 100%, I want your whole person, your whole heart."

Song Lai buried his face in Fang Yan's chest, and gave a soft "hmm".

"I don't like you worrying about gains and losses. I want you to understand that I only have you."

Song Lai's understatement and general words became the last straw that crushed all of Fang Yan's rationality. No matter how hard he could bear the tumbling love, he held Song Lai's face involuntarily, and pressed his thin lips hard, capturing Song Lai's tenderness. Behind the lips is a fierce kiss and passionate love.

Fang Yan's kiss came quickly and fervently, and Song Lai didn't have time to refuse, nor did he want to refuse.

He endured Fang Yan's devouring like a storm, and also gave him a turbulent response. The two hugged each other tightly, their lips and teeth met. In the room full of memories, only their entwining voices could be heard, as well as their hearts. The echo of the crash.

The two who are bound by passion have long been unable to hold on to themselves, and only in-depth possession can relieve each other's deadly heat.

The two hugged each other tightly, and it was difficult to separate for a second. Fang Yan was even on the verge of breaking out, so he lifted Song Lai's waist and hips and wrapped him around his body. While kissing him, he carried him to the bathroom.

The bathroom furnishings were exactly the same as back then. Aside from the turbulent tide, Fang Yan vaguely remembered Song Lai who he had accidentally seen sleeping in the bathtub on New Year's Eve that year.

The past is coming one after another, the loneliness and sorrow that was once unattainable are intertwined with the joy after getting what they want, which makes it difficult for Fang Yan to control himself.

What flows together with the warm water is the only remaining sobriety of the two, and what rises together with the humid air is the desire that the two cannot extricate themselves.

When he was exhausted, Song Lai's eyes flashed the past like a fleeting moment.

In the dazzling white, Song Lai vaguely saw Fang Yan who was by his bed at that time.

He is not much different from his current appearance, but there is a youthful look in Fang Yan's brows and eyes back then.

And exactly the same is the way he looks at himself.

Pious but absurd, sober but restrained.

Song Lai never knew how to describe his eyes, but now he suddenly has the answer.

It's like facing an untouchable god on the altar, even though you know it's out of reach, you still want to drag him into your own quagmire and take it as your own.

Engraving your own mark can only belong to you forever.



here it is~

Today is too sweet, I just say I am Xia Tiantian hehe~

It's almost over~ Let's feed the starfish~

(I wrote this chapter a bit cryptically, but I believe you all understand what these two are doing~)

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