After the sea king wears into the ancient abuse text

When Yu Yicheng walked to his private office floor, Xie Qi was already sitting at the desk waiting for him.

The bento is steaming hot on the table.

"this is mine?"

"Otherwise, who else can I give it to?"

Xie Qi raised his eyes, and his eyes were bent into small moons.

He sat next to Yu Yicheng, seemingly close to each other, leaving a little distance.

This distance did not last long.

He didn't know when he sat on Yu Yicheng's lap, breathing tightly, and his lips and teeth pressed together.

Yu Yicheng called him, and he Yiyi looked over and met a camera.

"Ok?"

"Record it." The man put down the camera and hugged him tightly again, "This is the first time you came to me on your own initiative."

"is it?"

Why does he feel that he has been here many times?

...Did he take the initiative to find Yu Yicheng?

Having only been together with Yu Yicheng for only one day, he felt that the previous relationship was a bit blurred, and he couldn't distinguish the present from the present.

But it doesn't matter.

Xie Qi indulged in Yu Yicheng's arms and kisses for a while, and decided to give up thinking.

Thinking too clearly will make you tired, so you simply do what you want.

"No one has ever brought me food like this before."

It was rare for Yu Yicheng to have such a side.

His voice dropped, his eyes lit up, as if his bento, which took him an hour to make, was some delicacy.

"Really?"

The man didn't say a word, only hiding his answer in another kiss.

People like Yu Yicheng, of course, don't need to think about three meals.

It was during the time when he and Xie Qi were lovers that he would accompany Xie Qi into the kitchen every weekend.

Frankly speaking, it was more or less for fun.

That is, the moment when he came up and saw Xie Qi bowing his head and waiting for him to eat, it seemed that there was a void in his heart that was filled.

He didn't even notice this time, because Xie Qi just looked at him with a smile, and he suddenly noticed it.

"Actually, I didn't just bring food."

Xie Qi lifted the cloth bag in his hand.

A corner of drawing paper protruded from the bag.

Could it be the painting that he was not allowed to see?

Yu Yicheng stretched out his hand and wanted to take it, but when he stretched halfway, he looked at Xie Qi hesitantly.

This is waiting for him to speak.

He only raised his head, signaling Yu Yicheng to take it directly.

Seeing the word "Yu" in the corner of the paper, Yu Yicheng knew he guessed it right.

When he asked Xie Qi if he painted it for himself, Xie Qi didn't answer and didn't allow him to look at it, but the next day the word "Yu" was written in ink in the corner of the drawing paper.

This painting has a unique mark.

as predicted.

Unfolding the drawing paper, Yu Yicheng froze for a moment.

The cold and white signboard of the stroll, the bitter wind and the rain, the dark umbrella, and the man under the umbrella looking out of the painting.

The man's face was slightly blurred in the night, but his eyes were brighter as the street lights poured over him.

His face was calm, even tending towards an unfamiliar indifference, but his eyes concealed tenderness.

"it's me?"

"No one else has given me an umbrella there."

Xie Qi dexterously climbed onto his neck, and his soft lips were close to him, so he could clearly hear the subtle airflow when the young man spoke:

"That time... didn't I tell you to throw away the painting?"

"Actually, I asked you if you could let me look at the painting. It was just a cover. I remember very clearly what you looked like that night."

"I don't know if you still remember that painting..." He pursed his lips, "Anyway, I want to finish painting it."

Throwing away the painting was just a moment of anger.

The idea of ​​wanting to paint a new one is getting stronger and stronger step by step.

Probably, the closer Yu Yicheng got to him step by step, the more unwilling he was to be lonely, and urgently needed to break through.

When he repainted this painting, he didn't know that he would have such a relationship with Yu Yicheng a month later, but he just thought, if he wanted to paint, he would paint it, why worry so much - it's not like he didn't paint for others.

Now Jiang Jiang handed over the painting, met Yu Yicheng's eyes, and he remembered for a moment:

He has painted pictures for others, but he never repaints the pictures that he lost for others.

Not even the predecessor who gave him such an unforgettable memory.

"I love so much."

One of Yu Yicheng's great strengths is that he is not stingy when expressing his love.

Whether it's the love he said to him from time to time, or another superficial kiss like this moment.

"I'm going to hang it in that studio."

Xie Qi leaned on him to give orders.

This studio is on this floor, the one where Yu Yicheng let him rest for the night.

The man acted immediately, without telling him to wait.

The studio door was gently pushed open, and the decoration was as it was yesterday.

The easel he set up that night was still in place, but the painting utensils next to him were replaced with a new set.

The simple ripples in his memory are still on the wall, but a map is hung on it.

Yu Yicheng dragged him to the map, and hung up the painting carefully.

"This is where?"

He poked the little red dot on the map.

One is their current city and the other is overseas.

"Where your art exhibition takes place."

The man hugged him from behind.

"It may not be possible to really go..."

"I want to record you here."

achievement, or simply experience.

One pile at a time, accumulated at the end, and finally reached a high platform.

It can also be counted as the road he has experienced with Xie Qi.

"Okay—what's this?"

Xie Qi casually glanced to the side.

On the very inconspicuous wall next to the map, something was flashing.

"what--"

The voice next to my ear was casual at first, and then suddenly paused.

He could feel that Yu Yicheng held him tighter as soon as he breathed lightly, as if for a moment, he didn't want him to pass by.

Then he broke away from the embrace of the person behind him and walked straight over.

There is nothing fancy on the wall, just a small sea blue bead pendant.

The pendant is a bit old, at least it has been hanging for several years.

Only the sea blue gemstones are still brilliant.

I don't know what craftsmanship was used in the gemstone, but under the light, the word "Yu" appeared.

Looking at the location, it looks like it is hanging casually, and looking at the style, it looks like a gift carefully prepared for Yu Yicheng.

——But anyway, it’s not what he prepared.

Xie Qi crossed his arms and suddenly remembered his first night here.

He was painting then, what was he thinking?

This is a studio that reveals the past of the two people everywhere.

And he has always liked this kind of small space with traces of memory. At that time, he was indulging in the painting and didn't think so.

There is even a little bit of enjoyment.

And now.

The smile on his face froze a little bit, and then quietly disappeared.

"I, I didn't notice this before," Yu Yicheng walked over quickly to surround him, his voice was like a string that was tense for a moment, it was plucked a few times, but in the end it didn't reach a complete tune, so he could only do it in vain. Call him, "Qi Qi."

Xie Qi raised her hand to support his chest, stopping what he hadn't finished speaking.

He and Yu Yicheng looked at each other.

"Let's clean this place." The young man's eyes were calm to light, as if everything was normal, "Maybe no one has used this place for a long time."

Being blocked by him like this, the words Yu Yicheng had just hurriedly organized were broken into pieces and fell to the ground without knowing how to pick them up.

After a long time, I could only say hello in a low voice.

He sat on the soft chair and stared at the empty easel in front of him.

The brows and eyes are flat, but too flat, not even a trace of gloom.

On the contrary, it makes people panic.

It is said to be cleaning, but in fact there are regular cleaning and mopping here, so the so-called cleaning is to get these similar things out one by one.

He didn't say it clearly, but the two of them knew it well—even though Yu Yicheng's tacit understanding on this was probably not what he liked.Yu Yicheng cleaned inch by inch, pulling out the scattered things in those corners one by one.

Xie Qi pulled out a small square table for him to put the things he found.

This small square table was placed next to Xie Qi.

Out of the corner of the eye, the man had already accumulated a handful of gadgets in his hand, but he didn't move towards him for a long time.

He ignored it for a moment.

By the way, what else was he thinking about that night?

He also owned such a studio in his previous life.

People are not the people in front of them, and he is not Lin Xuan at that time.

But his thoughts on leaving marks in the corners of that studio are probably a thousand times better than Lin Xuan at that time.

It wasn't that memory that stunned him.

Instead, he actually just remembered a period of the past.

——After suppressing the restless emotions and asking Yu Yicheng to deal with it, after staring at Yu Yicheng and sweeping from side to side, after seeing Yu Yicheng hesitate whether to step forward to him.

After all this, he suddenly pulled out his mind and remembered the studio that was really built by him.

The studio that he had abandoned long ago in his previous life, but repeatedly invaded and occupied his dreams.

That space used to be his... nightmare.At the slightest sign of trouble, everything there would relentlessly push him in front of him, and he had become a frightened bird with nowhere to escape.

Even though he had already come to this world, when he walked in here that day, he immediately remembered the scene of his previous life.

At that time, this illusory studio could no longer arouse his emotions, but it still flashed into his mind immediately.

It seemed that the brand that had been engraved in his heart was no longer hot, but it was clearly and firmly burned there, and as soon as there was a sign, it would show a bright red color, nailing his mind.

But he almost forgot about it just now.

It wasn't until seeing Yu Yicheng who was hesitating there that this old memory quietly surfaced.

It only appeared for a moment.

In the next second, he turned around and stared at Yu Yicheng:

"Why don't you come here?"

Yu Yicheng walked up to him quickly, and a ball of gadgets in his hand was lightly placed on the table, without even arousing the sound of gold objects touching each other.

He glanced at it and remained calm.

They were probably some very small and gorgeous objects, exactly the same as the chain he took out from the lamp that night.

He doesn't have as many tricks as he did in his previous life, but his mind is tightly entwined.

He didn't speak.

The man in front of him couldn't help but speak:

"I'm going to throw them away."

"Throw it away for what?"

The young Qingling's eyes blinked and stared at him without blinking.

Yu Yicheng stood in front of him, meeting his gaze, but his expression was slightly at a loss.

The studio he used to be was finally sealed up by him.

But nothing inside was moved.

If it were him, even if it had already passed, he would not want to throw it away like this, as if he wanted to force people to deny the past.

In the past, he was confused for a period of time, so confused that he couldn't believe it when he looked back-but he didn't lose everything that made him live with sincerity.

"What do you do if someone else's gift is lost for no reason," he said in an inexplicable tone, "you should put it in the utility room."

After finishing speaking, he ignored Yu Yicheng, got up and walked outside.

Not long after, Yu Yicheng hugged him and coaxed him to go home in a low voice.

As he passed the hall, he inadvertently glanced at the trash can.

The familiar precious pendant was twisted into a ball and was slumped in the barrel.

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-09-1223:46:19~2021-09-1323:24:20期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 Soft father;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of the world's cutest;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!