This attack is too expensive and boring

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There will always be such a special person in this world who makes you unable to help but prick your tear glands when you hear a certain lyric; you will hold your breath when you think of a certain scene; you can’t help but cover your eyes when you see a certain picture; Hearing a voice pretending to have amnesia.

That night when Luo Chen had a fever, Jim Moyu said to Gu Chengxin in a low and tired voice: "Chengxin, I miss him." It sounded so helpless, so depressing, and so distressing to Luo Chen.

But now, it just makes Luo Chen feel far away.

It was so far away that it was just a strange world, so far away that there seemed to be no room for me to step in.

Luo Chen gently leaned on the back of the chair and closed his eyes, not thinking about anything.

The sight outside the window was bright, Luo Chen closed his eyes and recalled the four years when he didn't know Jimoyu.I always find a little time to browse Jimoyu's Weibo, browse his homepage like a fool, and secretly say a few words under each of his comments.

At that time, unlike now, every request was answered, but at that time the mentality seemed to be very relaxed.

No worries, no worries, no...confusion.

The back seat is also very quiet.

Luo Chen didn't know what Jimo Yu's expression was, nor what Ye Fan was doing.Only Xiaorui's occasional wheezing and wheezing could be heard.He should be moving around behind.

The car stopped at the entrance of the hotel where Ye Fan stayed.

Luo Chen still closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, all manners and manners had nothing to do with him.

The doors on both sides opened, Luo Chen's mouth tightened, he opened his eyes slightly, and through the rearview mirror, he could see the backs of Jimo Yu and Ye Fan walking towards the hotel together.

The two walked while talking in low voices.

Ye Fan is a little thin and thin. He is the same age as Jimo Yu, but his back looks like a college student who just graduated.

When Ye Fan spoke to Jimo Yu, his expression was very focused, with a slight smile in the corner of his gentle eyes, joy and uncertainty.

Jimo Yu sent Ye Fan to the door, his eyes stayed on the pattern of Ye Fan's T-shirt: "Go in, I'll go back first."

Ye Fan smiled warmly, just like eight years ago, but his eyes were full of longing and apology.

At the moment when Jimo Yu turned around, Ye Fan finally couldn't help but say, "Ayu—"

Jimo Yu froze for an instant, but refused to turn around.

"Believe me, when I left back then, there were unavoidable reasons..."

Jimo Yu's sharp eyes and jaw were tense, he looked at the air in front of him for a long time, and finally couldn't help but have a self-deprecating smile on the corner of his mouth.

The voice was a bit cold: "Eight years." Jimo Yu turned to look at Ye Fan: "This is really the most valuable reason I have ever heard."

Ye Fan shook his head in pain when he heard the words: "No..." He went up to grab Jimo Yu: "Let's talk, Ayu, and I will tell you everything. Things back then were not what you thought, and I don't want to bet your life. Give us a chance and let's talk."

Ye Fan's eye sockets are a little red, this is the person who has been appearing in his dreams for eight years, this is the person he has been paying attention to and missing for eight years but dare not contact and is always worried about.

Jimo Yu looked at Ye Fan's red eyes, and his memories couldn't be restrained back to eight years ago. They were both young. Once they quarreled over a trivial matter, and Jimo Yu slammed the door and left.

Half an hour later, it started to rain heavily, and Ye Fan was looking for him at the intersection with red eyes and an umbrella on the way back.

Then, he opened his arms towards Ye Fan.

In later memories, it seemed that every time they quarreled, it would end with Jimo Yu opening his arms towards Ye Fan.

The familiar action in the subconscious was quickly called out.

Jimo Yu moved his arms, and Ye Fan finally couldn't help but hugged Jimo Yu, just like the end of every misunderstanding between them, like the nightmare that they finally got rid of the eight years of missing but couldn't see.

Luo Chen still kept tilting his head as if falling asleep, but his eyes stared at the rearview mirror indifferently, as if looking at a strange lover.

Xiao Mo sat quietly in his car, asked the driver for a cigarette, lit it, expressionless and calm.

Ye Fan hugged Jimo Yu tightly, as if he wanted to make up for all the missing hugs in the past eight years.But Jimo Yu worked hard for a long time, but in the end he didn't raise his arms.He didn't know what he was hesitating about, or perhaps Jimo Yu didn't dare to think about what he was hesitating about.

Things seemed to be a little bit out of Jimo Yu's control.

Ye Fan hugged Jimo Yu for a long time before realizing that Jimo Yu was standing stiffly.As soon as the blood was cold, he let go of his arm unwilling to believe it, with a wry smile on his face.

In eight years, some things have changed after all.

"That person..." Ye Fan meant Luo Chen: "Isn't he just like the media said, he is your casual object?"

Jimo Yu looked at him.

Ye Fan smiled wryly: "Australia also has the Internet, and I have been following you all the time."

——: "Be good, don't be sad."

——"You and Ye Fan love each other so much, I believe Ye Fan will miss you the same when you don't know it."

——"This world is eternal, and there will never be only one person who bears the pain.".

Jimo Yu moved his lips: "—Xiaofan, I need time."

Ye Fan's eyes flickered when he heard the words, and he nodded with a smile: "It should. But Ayu, I hope you know that you can wait for me for eight years, and I won't give up on you easily."

Jimo Yu was speechless, glanced at Ye Fan, turned and walked to the car.

Sitting in the back seat and closing the car door, Jimo Yu looked at Luo Chen's back.

Luo Chen seemed to be still asleep, and he didn't know anything about what happened just now.

Jimo Yu suddenly felt a little headache, leaned his head back on the chair, stretched out his hands and rubbed his temples.

Jimo Rui looked at the back of Luo Chen who was dozing in front, looked at his brother, thought for a while, stood up and crawled to Jimo Yu's side, imitating Jimo Yu's way, and touched Jimo Yu The temples, and blowing with the small mouth.

Jimo Yu closed his eyes, stretched out an arm to wrap around Jimo Rui's waist to prevent him from falling, and let Jimo Yu grab his head indiscriminately.

That is to say, Xiaorui's expression can be serious, and his little hands can be rigorous when pinched here and there.

The car stopped at the gate of Jimoyu's villa, Luo Chen opened his eyes and opened the door to get off, went to the back to pick up his luggage, took out the key, opened the door and went upstairs.

The whole process was quiet and silent, without looking up.

Jimo Rui didn't understand why Luo Chen suddenly ignored him, and looked up at his brother with a disturbed expression.

Jimo Yu hugged Jimo Rui silently, and entered the door behind Luo Chen.

Jimo Rui seemed to have sensed the weirdness of the atmosphere, and was quietly hugged by Jimo Yu, trying to track Luo Chen's back.

Jimoyu walked to the second floor, and through the half-hidden door, he could see that Luo Chen's luggage was well placed on the bed, but he was staring at a part of the drawer in a daze.

Jimo Yu thought for a while and took Jimo Rui back to his room and put him on the bed.

Jimo Rui watched his brother busy in the room with a blank expression, and suddenly felt a little hungry.

Turning over quickly, he got out of bed and put his schoolbag on his back, took out the milk powder and bottle that Luo Chen had measured for Jimo Rui and handed them to Jimo Yu: "Hungry."

Jimo Yu pursed his lips and looked at the huge problem Jimo Rui posed for him, rolled up his sleeves and the bottle went downstairs.

At the dining table in the restaurant, Jimo Rui stepped on a chair and leaned on the table, nervously watching Jim Moyu hesitating how much milk powder to pour into it, feeling a little anxious because of hunger, grabbed Jimo Yu's hand and asked him to pour milk powder into the bottle .

Jimoyu saw that the milk powder covered half of the bottle in one stroke, and sprinkled it all over the table, and looked at Ji Xiaorui seriously: "Are you sure it's not much?"

Ji Xiaorui smiled, reached out and grabbed a handful of milk powder that was poured on the table, put it in his mouth, took a bite, and suddenly threw it towards Jimo Yu's face.

Jimo Yu was caught off guard and Jimo Rui threw milk powder all over his face and hair.

Seeing this, Jimo Rui burst out laughing, stepped on the chair and danced.

Jimo Yu looked at the happy Jimo Rui with a dark face, endured it, and suddenly grabbed the remaining half can of milk powder and put it upside down on Jimo Rui's head.

That is to say, Xiao Rui was frightened for a moment, except for his face and long eyelashes on his clothes, there was also a small mountain of milk powder on his head, and he was so stupid that he didn't dare to move.I was afraid of spilling the milk powder on my head.

After waiting stiffly for a long time, he found that Jimo Yu didn't intend to help him, and Xiaorui finally realized that Jimo Yu was the culprit that caused him to be like this, so he got angry and shouted loudly: "Lou-chen--! "

Jimo Yu was stunned for a moment, before he could react, he raised his head and saw Luo Chen maintaining the posture of just taking a step and going downstairs, looking at the two people who were covered in milk powder all over, his face was full of colors.

This expression is much better than the previous expression that regarded itself as transparent.

Jimo Yu was very calm and calm, he pointed to Jimo Rui and said, "He's hungry."

Jimo Rui was very cooperative with his brother, turning around to look at Luo Chen carefully, for fear of spilling the milk powder on his head like a small mountain bag, with a serious expression: "Yeah."

Luo Chen closed his eyes and took a deep breath, walked downstairs silently, picked up the baby bottle on the messy dining table and put it away, hugged Xiaorui's waist and wiped the milk powder off his head.Skillfully put hot water in the bottle, screw the cap on, shake it well, put it on the back of your hand to try the temperature, hand it to Xiao Rui's mouth, and plug his mouth.

That is to say, Xiao Rui looked at Luo Chen without saying a word, and honestly stretched out his hands to hold the milk bottle and drank it by himself.

Luo Chen patted Jimo Rui clean, and took away the milk powder on the restaurant.

Jimo Yu only gave way a little while Luo Chen was cleaning up the table, but he didn't intend to leave.

Luo Chen suddenly felt that he couldn't bear it, he couldn't understand Jimo Yu anymore.

So affectionately hugging Ye Fan at the door of the hotel, and at this moment, very calmly fighting with Jimo Rui in front of her.Did he really care about his feelings?

Luo Chen forced himself not to think about these things, he couldn't grasp them, but he could avoid thinking too much, understanding too much, and getting sad.

Jimo Yu looked at Luo Chen bending down and vigorously wiping the edge of the very clean dining table, as if he was venting something, there was worry in his eyes that he didn't realize.

The screen of the mobile phone placed on the table ding-dong lit up.

A string of unfamiliar numbers: Tomorrow night, at Lao Mo's house.please come on.

Signature: Ye Fan.

Luo Chen glanced at the screen, then raised his head to look at Jimo Yu who was wearing milk powder.

Coincidentally, Jimo Yu was also looking at him.

Luo Chen looked away expressionlessly, and walked over to pick up Xiaorui who was still babbling and drinking: "Shu Shu will take you to take a bath."

That is to say, Xiao Rui was held in Luo Chen's arms, with his head resting on Luo Chen's shoulder, and the salesman went around Luo Chen's neck, holding the bottle and still drinking, looking at his brother while drinking.

The shoulders of Luo Chen's clothes were deformed by Ji Xiaorui's arm.

Jimo Yu silently looked at the place that was turning red and blue, his cheeks were tense.