Passionate to know

Some people's hearts are like a city, an empty city, without pedestrians and streets coming and going, it is all barren, only the echo of oneself.

If you light some bonfires for this city, it will even blame you for disturbing its winter.

All you can do is turn into the sun and illuminate every corner.

Anzhi's heart is such a city, and Song Zhiyang is learning to be a sun.

In fact, it's not that they didn't blame An Zhi and hated An Zhi.

When he appeared in the video so resolutely, he even had the urge to strangle him and hide him in a place only he knew.

What trouble he had caused him.

Song Zhiyang was actually wronged, obviously, he did nothing wrong.

It's just that when he saw the melancholy in An Zhi's eyes that couldn't disappear every moment, he knew that it was An Zhi who was really wronged.

He couldn't just ignore what Jiang Yuyuan did wrong, because that wrong thing made Jiang Yuyuan, let him, let the entire Song family build their own glory on the pain of others.

Compared to An Zhi, he doesn't even have the qualifications to say that he is poor.

When he saw An Zhi in the hospital, what was clamoring in his mind was the longing for the whole year.

Anzhi is back.

He came back to himself.

The butterfly that flew away landed on the hand again.

It's a wonderful thing to like someone, you don't know where it started, and it goes deep, even if it's called pain.

All pain must be endured, whether it is a huge and magnificent intertwined love and hatred, whether it is trivial and trivial, whether it is family problems, birth, old age, sickness and death, resentment and hatred, love and parting, nothing you can ask for, no matter what, no matter what, you What has been endured is taken for granted, has been endured, endured, and will bear.

There is no choice.

But luckily, it pays off.

So An Zhi said to him: "You are willing to fly to the flame, I will not give up halfway."

All kinds of yesterday died, and the future holds the hand to be a new life.

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【small theater】

Anzhi has lived in Zhiyangju for half a year.

All in all, life is still very comfortable, Song Zhiyang arranges everything well, and even takes him out for a trip every month.

They had just returned from collecting wind in Mingsha Mountain, and both of them had some tan marks.

And during this journey, An Zhi always felt that if Song Zhiyang had something to say, he would stop talking.But he won't ask, because Song Zhiyang will tell sooner or later.

as predicted.

"Let's get engaged." Back in the carriage in City A, Song Zhiyang watched the scenery passing by outside the window, and said to An Zhi, "Xiao Yu and Tang Ling will get married at the end of the year, we are not in a hurry to get married, we will get engaged first OK."

An Zhi lowered his head to peel an apple for Song Zhiyang, and said flatly, "The two of them... probably will be crazy."

Song Zhiyang pinched his nose: "Don't change the subject."

An Zhi stuffed the apple into his mouth: "Sure, you choose a date, and I'll make the ring."

Song Zhiyang was obviously pleasantly surprised: "Did you agree to my marriage proposal?"

An Zhi started to peel the apple again, and the roots of his ears were a little red: "Who knows?"

Song Zhiyang hugged An Zhi, and wanted to kiss him even though he was still on the train, when suddenly he felt his neck was frozen by something.

Looking down, it was a fruit knife.

An Zhi took some time off and raised his eyebrows: "Be safe on the train."

Song Zhiyang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he could only back away, but after the knife left his neck, he held An Zhi down, blocked his breath, broke his teeth, and entangled his lips and tongue, causing An Zhi to almost suffocate.

Song Zhiyang licked his lower lip and smiled wantonly.

"If you want me to be safe, you should give me a knife."