Don't miss the time when I love you

"Hello, is anyone there?" Qin Lei took out the key, opened the door and walked into the villa. There was no response. Qin Lei thumped up to the second floor and faintly heard the sound of running water.

"Hello?" Qin Lei asked again and walked into the room with the sound of running water. The door of the bathroom in the room was open, and Qin Lei tentatively approached "You...".

Shocking blood red, Xiang Chen was lying in the white porcelain bathtub, his clothes were soaked in water, his white wrist seemed to be cut by a sharp weapon, the cut was about four or five centimeters long, and the blood mixed with the water in the bathtub.

"Xiao Chen?" Qin Lei exclaimed, took out a white and blue handkerchief from his pocket and tied it around his wrist, and fished out the pale-faced Xiang Chen from the bathtub.

Carefully put him on the bed, Qin Lei held his pale cheeks and called his name "Xiaochen, Xiaochen"?

"Xu,,, Xu,,, don't go, I'm not a monster." Xiang Chen narrowed his eyes and watched the blurry figure in front of him hold his palm, tears streaming down his face.

"Xu?" Qin Lei pursed her lips and touched his head, Xiang Chen responded with cold fingers, "I won't leave you, fool."

Xiang Chen's clothes were soaked and tightly attached to his slender body, the round chest, slender waist, and thin straight legs outlined all his beauty.

"You are so beautiful." Qin Lei took off all Xiang Chen's clothes and put on clean pajamas for him, "you have such a body".

At night, Qin Lei made glutinous rice porridge, and sat beside the bed quietly waiting for Xiang Chen to wake up. His lips gradually turned red, and the white gauze wrapped around his wrist was slightly soaked in blood.

"Xu..." Xiang Chen woke up with a start, staring blankly at the ceiling with her eyes wide open.

"you're awake"?Qin Lei stood up and smiled, "Nice meeting, hello."

"Who are you?" Xiang Chen looked at the handsome young man in front of him and asked.

"I am the teacher your father invited to teach you school management, Qin Lei." Qin Lei stood up from the bed and bowed, "I hope we can get along well in the future, Xiao Chen."

"Why am I on the bed?" Xiang Chen looked at his clean clothes and bandaged wrists, "I'm not," shouldn't he be meeting Jesus in heaven at this time?

Why save him, Yang Xu doesn't want him anymore, he said he is a monster, even if he cried out his throat, he would never come to him again!

"Sorry, I stopped your suicide. Although I don't know the reason, please think about the parents who gave birth to you before giving up your life."

Qin Lei took a mouthful of rice porridge with a spoon and placed it near his mouth and ordered, "Open your mouth, I don't want to lose the job I just got."

Looking at the delicious rice porridge, Xiang Chen felt sick and "vomited" in his stomach.

Qin Lei comforted his back and sighed, "I really don't know what to do with you."

Three weeks later. . .

The first rain in spring fell silently, and the branches grew buds. Spring really came, and everything revived.

Only Xiang Chenxin sat in front of the window looking into the distance like a dead ashes, and the little bit of vitality he had aroused by Yang Xu fell to the bottom of the valley again, never turning over.

The scabbed wound on the wrist was still itchy in the rainy weather, and the tears flowed down again unknowingly.

"Are you crying again?" A man standing behind Xiang Chen put his hands on his shoulders and sighed impatiently, "The meal is ready, go and eat some."

"I have no appetite." Xiang Chen wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and turned around to look at the man in front of him. He was over 1.8 meters tall, his face was as clear as a sculpture, he had flaxen hair, and deep and passionate black eyes under his sword-shaped eyebrows. With a straight nose, Qin Lei, who is of Chinese-English mixed race, is dressed in a black suit and is elegant, highlighting his full British gentleman temperament.

Qin Lei looked at Xiang Chen distressedly, although he still didn't like to eat but his complexion was much better than when he first saw him.

It's rainy in spring, will it rain on the day of parting?

An Yan's complexion was pale, his eyes were dull, he was dressed in black, and his arms were wrapped in black cotton cloth with the word "filial piety" printed on it. He stood in front of his father's stone tablet while supporting his crying mother who was about to faint. The tears on his face were blown by the spring wind. Dry and astringent pain.

Yang Xu, wearing a white paper flower on his chest, followed relatives who came to pay tribute to An Yan's father, and his eyes never left An Yan's trembling back. Rain, when will it stop?At least it doesn't feel so sad that way.

On An Yan's 18th birthday, he lost his father. Seeing his father's stiff and cold body, he backed away in panic and knocked over the cake plate in his hand. He fell to the ground trembling like a frightened fawn. He had never seen a dead person. , Even if he knew that it was his dear father, he would still tremble badly.

"Yanzi, life is still going on, the college entrance examination is coming soon, okay?" Yang Xu wiped away An Yan's tears with a tissue, his red and swollen eyes made him feel distressed, "You still have me, I will always be with you ".

"Xiao Xu, I don't have a father anymore." An Yan embraced Yang Xu in front of him with his father's portrait in his arms, "I don't have a father anymore."

An Yan's soft body and loving eyes make Yang Xu lose his mind, Xiang Chen used to lean on his arms like this, Yang Xu shook his head to wake himself up, why do you think of that monster?

That night he could literally be described as rolling and crawling, running desperately, not daring to look back for fear that the monster would catch up and kill him.

Yang Xu was so scared that he fell to the ground several times and when he returned home, he was covered in dirt. Yang Juan asked him, but Yang Xu refused to say anything and locked himself in the room.

The day of May is the end of spring and the beginning of summer, like a gentle smiling face, gentle but not indifferent, the sky is quiet, the vegetation is happy, the rare freedom and idleness, Yang Xu leaning on his arm and looking at his head is admiring a piece of art She stared at An Yan, who was staring out the window in a daze.

The warm light shone on his well-behaved side face, Yang Xu involuntarily stretched out his hand to rub his broken and weak hair.

"Yanzi, how about eating oden after school?"

"I don't want to eat," An Yan replied to Yang Xu, "My mother has a bad cough recently, I want to go home and cook for her."

"Then,,, I'll take you home." Ever since An Yan's father passed away, he rarely showed a smile on his face. Apart from having to study intensely every day and deal with the college entrance examination, he also took care of his widowed mother who was in tears all day long. The pressure made him a little breathless, Yang Xu didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only silently stay by his side.

"Yanzi, where's your dad's watch?" Yang Xu asked while looking at An Yan's wrist.

"It was still there just now?" An Yan found the floor carpet from the desk and scanned the relics left by his father.

"Think about where you have been?" Yang Xu grabbed An Yan who was looking for it in a panic, "Didn't we go to the cafeteria just now? Maybe we fell there."

"Yes, we went to the cafeteria." Under Yang Xu's reminder, An Yanteng stood up and ran out recklessly.

On the way to the cafeteria, there is a tree-lined road. On both sides of the road, there are ornamental vegetation more than half a meter high. The tender green buds have just grown, but Yang Xu roughly fiddled with him, "Damn it, where is the watch?"

An Yan became even more anxious and did not miss any place.

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