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You stand on the bridge looking at the scenery, and the person watching the scenery is looking at you upstairs.

Yan Yan suddenly remembered this poem he had read when he was in school.

At that time, he couldn't understand what it meant, but now he seems to understand.

The fireworks gradually ended, and the surroundings became completely dark again, and Teng Ziwen's face could not be seen clearly.

"Teng Ziwen, if you have anything on your mind, you can tell me." Yan Yan whispered, "I promise not to say it."

Hearing this, Teng Ziwen laughed lowly twice, stretched out his hand and rubbed Yan Yan's head, and said nothing more.

The two of them stayed on the barren hill for most of the night.

"It's time to go back." Teng Ziwen said to Yan Yan.

Yan Yan let out a "hmm".

Yan Yan drank only one can of beer, but Teng Ziwen drank a lot.

But it was Yan Yan who tripped over a stone when he was about to bypass Teng Ziwen.

Yan Yan thought that he was going to have a close contact with the ground, but was pulled back by Teng Ziwen.

Teng Ziwen hugged Yan Yan and said, "Why didn't you be careful?"

The distance was too close, Teng Ziwen's breath sprayed on the top of Yan Yan's head.

Yan Yan couldn't help but grabbed Teng Ziwen's lapel.

"Are you acting coquettish?" Teng Ziwen teased.

I have to admit that although the boy's method is old-fashioned, it is still somewhat useful.

Hearing this, Yan Yan's hand gripped even tighter.

"Unhappy?" Teng Ziwen asked.

"If you really want to know, that's fine. You've probably heard about some of the shitty things about our family." Teng Ziwen let go of Yan Yan, and lit a cigarette.

Yan Yan listened quietly, for fear that Teng Ziwen would regret it.

Before he and Teng Ziwen were together, he didn't care about the Teng family's affairs, so naturally he didn't know.

But after being with Teng Ziwen, he began to pay attention and heard a lot of gossip.

Especially when Teng Ziwen came back from abroad and took Ou Sheng from his stepmother and uncle, there are various versions.

"...the man I should call my father brought back the woman I should call my stepmother when my mother was seriously ill. At the same time, he also brought back a boy who the man said was my younger brother. ...After my mother passed away, I couldn't tolerate them, so my grandfather took me by my side... After that man died unexpectedly, I came back with the support of my grandfather. her son."

Teng Ziwen thought it would be difficult to say these things, but after he spoke, he found that it was quite easy.

But after all, he was from everyone, and standing in this position, he would not say anything too ugly.

Teng Ziwen held a cigarette in his hand. Except for the first few puffs, he just let it burn by itself. When it was almost burned, he threw the cigarette on the ground and crushed it hard.

Yan Yan listened to Teng Ziwen's plain and unruffled words, thinking that this person had suffered so much before.

Yan Yan threw himself on Teng Ziwen and buried his head in Teng Ziwen's chest.

Teng Ziwen was very tender tonight, and asked Yan Yan: "Are you feeling sorry for me?"

Yan Yan gave a low "hmm".

Teng Ziwen smiled.

Yan Yan felt that he had to say something.

"I thought this was only done in TV dramas." As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Yan Yan wanted to slap himself.Why is it so inconsolable?

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The second one is here~

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