Passionate to know

In the end, Jiang Yuyuan still escaped death and was rescued, but his condition was too serious and his vitality was greatly damaged, so he had to rest in peace from now on.After discussing with Mr. Song, Song Zhiyang felt that foreign medical skills and environment were more conducive to Jiang Yuyuan's recuperation, so he arranged a flight to arrange Jiang Yuyuan to the top foreign hospital.

On the day he sent Jiang Yuyuan away, Song Zhiyang invited An Zhi back home.

Along the way, he was silently observing An Zhi. If his eyes could transform into a pen, he would be outlining his appearance stroke by stroke.People often say that seeing him every day is like three autumns, but not seeing him for a year has spanned centuries.

During the time of separation, An Zhi's hair grew a little longer, and the broken hair on his forehead vaguely covered his eyebrows, as if he had lived a few years longer than himself, but An Zhi only looked at him, and he felt in a trance again, He just went out for a trip, and didn't have those difficult days and nights in between.

He gave An Zhi all the carefulness of this life, and only hoped that he could remember his own good and not forget himself, whether it was love or resentment.

He kept his promise and didn't disturb An Zhi's life. Only he knew how many tickets to Jincheng he had booked, but in the end he watched those tickets get invalidated time and time again.It's not that I don't have the courage, but that I'm afraid of seeing An Zhi's displeased eyes.So all he can do is secretly drive away troublesome reporters for An Zhi, renovate the tombstone on Xiaoyi Mountain, and arrange for Hu Jiajia to assist An Zhi.This is what it is like to like someone, even if you are not given a chance, you are willing to waste endless time, even if you don't know it.

And the one who saw all this most clearly was Jiang Yuyuan.Since the first hospitalization, Song Zhiyang never mentioned An Zhi's name in front of her again.But even if he didn't say it, Jiang Yuyuan would see it and remember it in his heart.

She could see the necklace on Song Zhiyang's neck that he never left, she could see Song Zhiyang flipping through the chat records on his mobile phone every night, she could see the loneliness in Song Zhiyang's eyes after working all night, and she could also see Song Zhiyang Zhi Yang was tormented by the contradictions when facing himself.So, she nodded, and when An Zhi made that request in front of her hospital bed, she had no choice but to agree.

It is hard to say who owes whom, and who owes whom.

Song Zhiyang and An Zhi walked to Song Yuan's study, Song Zhiyang opened the cabinet, took out the torn letter paper, and handed it to An Zhi: "This is also your mother's relic, I think it should be handed over to you. "

An Zhi held the piece of paper and asked, "Aren't you afraid that I will hate others more and more?"

Song Zhiyang also replied with a faint smile: "There is no other way."

An Zhi smiled lightly, rubbed the paper in his hand, and threw it out of the window in front of Song Zhiyang. It fell directly into the pond, and was instantly wet and scattered, completely ruined.

"You...?" Song Zhiyang was a little confused.

An Zhi lowered his eyes: "Tang Ling is right, I should let myself go."

Song Zhiyang felt a little emotional in his heart. This year, Anzhi has changed a lot.He was willing to stop forcing himself and let go of the past, Song Zhiyang felt happy from the bottom of his heart.He would rather be the only one hurt than both of them suffering.

"Are you going back to Jincheng? If... don't mind, I'll take you back."

"No need," An Zhi vetoed, Song Zhiyang's face could be seen a little disappointed, An Zhi continued, "I haven't planned to go back yet."

Song Zhiyang pretended to be relaxed, and pressed the doorknob: "Okay, I... I'll take you out."

Song Zhiyang was about to push the door out, but felt pulled by a force, and was immediately hugged by An Zhi from behind.An Zhi is a little shorter than Song Zhiyang, and his face is pressed against Song Zhiyang's back, looking very attached.

Song Zhiyang's whole body froze, he didn't even dare to move, he could only tentatively call out: "Anzhi?"

An Zhi's muffled voice came from behind: "Don't move, just like this...listen to me."

Song Zhiyang only felt that he was dreaming, and he was still dreaming in broad daylight, but he still didn't dare to move, and just stood motionless, for fear of waking up.

"This year has been very busy, even busier than in Yujing. I know you are also very tired. You can tell how hard you have worked just by reading the newspaper..."

"... Hu Jiajia came to help me, I know you asked her to come... Now the store is doing very well, and I took several orders when I came out. I think I will be rushed to go back now..."

An Zhi talked about the events of this year intermittently and illogically, which was boring and boring, but Song Zhiyang listened carefully.After rambling on like this for a long time, An Zhi seemed to be tired of talking, so he stopped for a while, and then continued.

"I haven't had a good sleep for a long time... As long as I close my eyes, you will keep dangling in front of my eyes... Sometimes I wonder, are you like me, can't sleep at night?"

"Song Zhiyang, you are so smart, but you always do the stupidest things...Even I don't know what's good about me, but you make me feel that I'm important..."

"Actually, I went back to city A once, but I didn't tell anyone. I went to that amusement park again, and I realized that no one would go to the amusement park alone... because it's too deserted..."

An Zhi once quietly went back to City A once, that day happened to be Valentine's Day, and the amusement park was full of lovers in pairs, looking happy and complete.An Zhi wanted to take a ride on the Ferris wheel, but the staff looked at him, frowned strangely and said, "Why is there another person here?" Only then did An Zhi realize how much it is to be alone in such a lively place. out of place.

When sitting on the merry-go-round, a couple behind her laughed and bickered for selfies. The girl coquettishly said, "Oh, move forward, or my face will look big!" The voice of the boy next to her sounded like Very doting: "Then just give me a kiss, and I'll agree."...until the carousel stopped, their laughter never stopped.

An Zhi looked at them, and Song Zhiyang's voice suddenly sounded next to his ear: "Or, just give me a laugh, little An Zhi." An Zhi turned his head abruptly, only to find that the surroundings were vast and empty, and there was no one around.

That day, it snowed, and it was extremely cold, until An Zhi's bones were cold.

An Zhi tightened the hand around Song Zhiyang's waist: "I think I was already a moth in my previous life, and I just want to escape the inevitable fate in this life... But Song Zhiyang, it's you who won't let me go..."

When Song Zhiyang heard these words, his soul was shocked.

For a moment, the only sound left in the room was the unsteady breathing of the two of them.

Song Zhiyang felt a little wet on his back, turned around in a hurry, and saw An Zhi covering his face, two lines of tears flowing down between his fingers.He bit his lower lip, suppressing his voice like a little animal in pain, and only took heavy breaths again and again, refusing to cry out. Only when Song Zhiyang saw An Zhi like this with his own eyes did he believe that he actually Cried.

Surrounded by bursts of heart-pounding pain and the happiness that was finally realized, Song Zhiyang stretched out his hand after a while, touched An Zhi's hand, then touched An Zhi's shoulder, and waited until he touched An Zhi. The clear moist feeling of the tears hitting Song Zhiyang's hands finally made him feel real.

He held up Anzhi's face, took off his hands covering his face, and gently wiped away his tears with his hands.But An Zhi seemed to want to vent all the grievances of the past 11 years and the longing of the year, and he couldn't stop at all, and his lower lip was bitten until it almost bled.

Song Zhiyang simply stopped An Zhi's waist, kissed him, kissed away the tears that hadn't fallen from the corners of his eyes, kissed the trembling eyelashes, and slid to the corner of his mouth little by little, with a salty taste, and kissed each other.

This kiss was so gentle that it almost revealed a little pious meaning, and the familiar feeling of being separated for too long swept over, so that the two of them couldn't help sighing.

Parting the touching lips, Song Zhiyang buried his head on An Zhi's neck, calling his name over and over again, as if this was the only way to make him feel at ease.

An Zhi whispered something in Song Zhiyang's ear with a choked tone, it was the best love words he had ever heard.

"You are willing to fly moths to the flame, I will not give up halfway."