Han Guang

Did he laugh or not, probably he did, the arc of his muscles stretched, exposed to the flashlight and the camera countless times, has already become as familiar as breathing, but at that moment, Lu Han wanted to cry.

He is so embarrassed, holding snails in his hand, holding a toothpick, holding enough beer, his hair is long and messy, and he has to wear a hat at night, and there is a black stubble around his mouth, and he forgets how long he hasn't shaved. Insomnia every night brought puffy skin, haggard complexion and merciless dark circles, no wonder the man joked as soon as he opened his mouth:

"You are old, and you are going to be a father."

Bah, Luhan spit out a shell in one mouthful, grinning so hard that his eyes turned red when he lowered his eyes slightly.

"How could it be you?"

The young man's black leather shoes were still shining under the street lamps, but he was sitting on a low stool with his arms around one knee, and the long toe of his shoes touched the ground from time to time, shaking happily like a child.

"Forget what I told you?"

Lu Han blinked, the person in front of him was too dazzling, like an angel, he could fulfill all his wishes in the next second.

"Remember." I remember every word.

"Then are you going?"

There was a slight tingling in the fingertips, and the fingertips soaked in saliva and soup were astringent.

After a while, Luhan raised his head, also with a touch of teasing: "What about you? Are you going?"

Baozi looked at him calmly, at his deep eyes hidden in the brim of his hat, at his thin and pointed chin, at his fragile and slender neck that seemed to be broken in the blink of an eye, at his tightly closed but trembling lips.

"Don't go."

Baozi let go of his hands smartly, picked up the snail on the plate, put it to his mouth, and sucked it loudly.

"Oh! This thing is so delicious! Boss, here are two more taels!"

"okay!"

Now it's Luhan hugging his legs, smiling while watching him trembling in a pile of thick soup, looking for the snail that slipped through the net. The rich man is dressed in fancy clothes, eating the most homely snacks, accompanied by the sloppy To himself, Lu Han suddenly wanted to laugh, where is that person?Why doesn't he come?

Spring is coming soon, and Lu Han still hasn't moved back. Anyway, Huang Zitao and Wu Shixun bought a big villa in the suburbs together, and then took care of it from the Huang family's housekeeper in the United States. The two live together with Huang's mother, which is very similar Well, the two old people are very interesting, they often get together, Wu Yifan brings Zhang Yixing and Baozi, and sometimes he brings the company's confidantes over for weekends, BBQ or a small party, as foreign as they want.

"Brother Lu, come to my house for dinner this weekend, my mother misses you." Wu Shixun ran over after recording the recording, took his hand and acted like a baby, and Jin Zhongda also ran over in a hurry, pinching Xiao Cute fists: "Brother Lu, come on, come on, BBQ has Korean beef, Australian beef, New Zealand beef, and Argentinian beef!"

"You foodie!" Wu Shixun despised him, and Jin Zhong replied bluntly: "Why would you go if you don't talk about food!"

Lu Han felt that he had been stabbed to death by random knives, and said powerlessly: "Okay, okay, I'll go, I'll go!"

I go!

Seeing Wu Yifan again was not as embarrassing as he imagined, no matter what, after half a year, the huge hole was almost mended, after all it wasn't something difficult to understand, it's just that when Luhan thought about it, he always felt awkward, he felt awkward, I feel even more awkward about that kid.

He is an orphan, he knows better than anyone what it is like not to be loved by a father, not to be loved by a mother, that little life is so innocent, and was even forcibly brought into this world by someone who insisted on going his own way, how could Lu Han bear it, how could he bear it !

And now that stubborn bastard was standing in front of him.

His temples were still cut like knives, his eyebrows were like sharp blades, and his eyes were like black grapes, looking at him without blinking.

The spring is beautiful and the spring breeze is ten miles away, nothing is as good as you.

I don't know who took the first step, but the two of them just walked silently.Lu Han didn't turn his head, just for a moment, there was a tall shadow beside him.

The trimmed grass gave off a faint fragrance of green grass, and both of them were dressed in white, as if they were about to melt into the spring.

"When are you going home?"

Wu Yifan stepped in front of Lu Han in two steps, the tip of their shoes was facing each other, and the tip of their nose was facing each other, but Wu Yifan felt that the cold sweat on his back was about to break out.

This is a trial, only Lu Han can give him a trial, only he is qualified.

Both of them were breathing disorderly, Wu Yifan looked down at Luhan, Luhan looked down at their two touching feet, saw his trembling slightly but didn't dare to grab his fingers at the bottom of his trousers, looked at his belly rising and falling with his chest, Looking at every line and every muscle on the body that is so familiar, he can imagine it without even closing his eyes.

After half a year, nearly two hundred days and nights, they finally let them stand in this spring.

Wu Yifan couldn't hear Lu Han's response, his fingers trembled more and more uncontrollably, as if he was going to run away far away in the next second, he was too nervous and scared, and even at this moment he finally felt regret.

What if Luhan doesn't agree?

What if Luhan doesn't love this child?

What if Luhan...don't love me?

The turmoil in his heart, the raging beast, that wild soul is slowly becoming one with him...

Wu Yifan, Wu Yifan, Wu Yifan, you are Wu Yifan, not Li Jiaheng, not Li Jiaheng...

Li Jiaheng...

"Ah Heng, we want to be together forever!" The boy's eyes sparkled, he took his hand, brushed the back of his hand gently like stroking a small animal, then held his hand firmly, and said, "This Tell me to hold your son's hand and grow old together with you."

Li Jiaheng smiled shyly, but worried that the other party would see through his embarrassment, he pulled out his hand roughly, and said, "Who wants to grow old with you!" Qing's corpse.

The messy sound of bubbles coming out of the water came from the ear, the water in the bathtub overflowed the bathroom, and the sound of splashing water seemed to come from another world.

Li Jiaheng was in a trance in the water, opened his eyes, and a blurry face appeared on the water.

One o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock...

It is red, like tulle blowing in the wind, slowly melting in the water, and the light gauze dances gracefully.

He's laughing, laughing, haha, yeah, who told him he's that bastard's son?Father's debt is paid by son, it's only right and proper!

Li Jiaheng closed his eyes and gave up struggling. In fact, the water was quite good, how warm and warm, he could hug Xiao Zhuo so that Xiao Zhuo would no longer be cold.

"Wu Yifan!"

Who is holding my hand, so close, so tight.

The spring sunshine is blocked by shaking figures.

"Wu Yifan! Wu Yifan!"

Who is calling me, so urgent, so light.

Lu Han felt that his throat was going to burst from shouting, but the idiot in front of him who suddenly passed out just couldn't open his eyes in a daze.

Obviously, he was so nervous that his hands were shaking in the last second, and he fell straight down in the next second, with a pair of eyeballs flying around under his eyelids, his body was twitching non-stop, and he was still calling that person's name.

Nightmare in broad daylight, Luhan felt like his heart was about to stop beating.

"Wu Yifan, Wu Yifan, Wu Yifan..."

The old mother in the courtyard said that if a person is trapped, he should scream loudly, because the trapped person cannot hear the sound, so the sound must be loud and cannot stop. However, if the soul is really hooked away by the little ghost, he will never wake up again.

"Wu Yifan, Wu Yifan, Wu Yifan, Wu Yifan..."

In the bright spring, both of them broke out in a cold sweat.

Lu Han was kneeling on the ground, Wu Yifan was pillowing on his leg, tightly clutching his hand, as fragile as a child.

"Wu Yifan, Wu Yifan, Wu Yifan..."

Why didn't I realize that your name is so ugly?Is it because it's too ugly to wake up?

Lu Han sighed, and wondered: Is it possible to call you back with a nice name?

"Wu Yi... Han, Wu Yi Han, Wu Yi Han, Wu Yi Han, Wu Yi Han..."

The strength in the hand is strong, and there is a reaction!

Luhan continued to work hard: "Wu Yihan...Wu Yihan...Wu Yifan...Luhan...Luhan...Luhan..."

Crack, someone pulled the stopper off the bathtub.

The surrounding water is slowly falling, and the cheerful sound of drainage comes from the unblocked pipes.

"no, do not want!"

I don't want to see that bloody livid face!

No!

"Wu Yihan...Wu Yifan...Luhan..."

"Luhan...Luhan...Luhan..."

Wu Yifan's eyelids moved, as if they were about to open, but they couldn't.

Wu Yifan was lying on the bottom of the bathtub, like a fish drained of water, his wet eyelashes weighed as much as a thousand catties.

"Wu Yifan...Luhan...Luhan..."

Lu Han?

Luhan!

Wu Yifan suddenly opened his eyes.

What about the bathtub?

What about the bathroom?

all disappeared.

There is only him in front of me, only him, shouting his name one after another, his eyes are full of worry, but he stubbornly does not say it, my hand is your little hand, I hold it tightly, never, never Will let go again.

They walked back quietly in the sunset.

There was a noisy crowd in the distance, Jin Zhongda was standing next to the oven, yelling at them with a brush in his hand, Wu Shixun was being held in Huang Zitao's arms and was thrown to the left and to the right for a while...

The fragrance of green grass rises in the wind of the setting sun, as if to soothe one's heart, Lu Han closes his eyes, the breeze stirs up his thick and slender eyelashes, and then opens them, the young man in white shirt stands in front of him, stretching out his hand to him.

Neither of them smiled, but met each other's eyes boldly.

Lu Han was surprised to notice a swallow returning to its nest, its chirping sound was stopped by the wind.

The evening wind blows the willows, the sound of the flute fades, the setting sun is beyond the mountains...

After many years, there should always be someone standing by my side to accompany me to see this beautiful scenery.

his hands are not shaking