The ten-year trace of the soul of chess

The new apartment that Guang Heliang moved into has a total of twelve floors, with three households per elevator.

The room they rented was on the eighth floor.

When he ran into the apartment building, the elevator had just been adjusted to the eleventh floor, so Guang couldn't wait, so he took the safe passage next to him and ran upstairs.

In the safe passage, layers of voice-activated lights turn on and off with the movement of the light.

Each floor of the apartment is separated by sixteen stairs, and each step is about 17 centimeters high.

To run up to the eighth floor in one breath, even a 20-year-old adult still needs some physical strength.

But Guang felt that his body seemed to be full of energy, and his legs were as light as flying through the clouds.

Finally standing at the door of Room 802, Guang collected himself, gasped for breath, and raised his hand to press the doorbell.

It was clear that he had returned to the residence he shared with Liang, and the moment he rang the doorbell, there was a burst of tension in Guang's heart.

within a door.

I don't know what kind of medicine is buried in Guang's gourd. From the moment he hung up the phone, Liang has been sitting on the sofa waiting, not daring to take a step away.

As soon as the doorbell rang, he stepped on his slippers and went to the entrance to open the door reflexively.

As soon as the door opened, a figure flew over.

His speed was so fast, like a gust of wind, that before Liang could see clearly, he was caught off guard.

But just relying on the familiar breath that accompanied the pillow every day, Liang confirmed it in just a second.

Unable to control himself, he hugged the incoming man's waist, pressed him firmly into his arms, and involuntarily used his lips to touch the sweaty forehead of Mani lover.

It was his light, yes.

After I met Liang, I always seemed to be running.

I ran through the carefree youth, ran through the colorful neon lights, and ran through the little-known confusion and hesitation deep in my heart.

But it seems that there is nothing wrong with it.

The faster he ran, the closer he was to Liang, and the further he could walk with Liang.

"Ryo, I'm back, the idiot Shinto Hikari is back."

The heart, as if it would jump out of the chest cavity at any time, was clamoring up and down.

He hugged his lover's neck tightly, Guang buried his head deeply into Liang's neck, and confessed in a slightly dull but extremely serious voice: "Liang, I know I was wrong, I was wrong last night, I apologize to you Apologize……"

He raised his hand up again, pulling his arm tighter.

"When I was alone just now, I had a good introspection and saw the consequences of 'not knowing how to cherish'. I have wasted so much time, I don't want to let myself regret it anymore, and I will never do anything that makes myself regret Something happened, so I'm back, the idiot Shinto Hikari is back."

On the way back just now, I held back my heartfelt thoughts.

They scrambled to the mouth, but turned upside down instead, speaking incoherently.

But that's okay.

It doesn't matter if you laugh at me, or you blame me.

As long as I can fully convey my feelings to you.

"Although I did take some detours, just now, I finally wanted to understand one thing." Guang said, looking up at Xiang Liang, a pair of amber pupils seemed to be scattered into a galaxy, bright and lingering.

"I finally understand," Guang said, looking straight into Liang's eyes, "There may be many ways to go home, but there must be only one final destination."

"That's where 'you' is."

In the corridor, the voice-activated lights flicker on and off with the voice of the voice, and cast scattered halos on the light's hair.

After finishing speaking every single word, perhaps feeling embarrassed again, Hikaru buried his head back in Liang's neck, and his soft black hair kept rubbing against Liang's neck.

There are times when everyone doesn't want to go home that much.

Especially after last night's unhappiness.

But the light said, his light said that he came for himself...

Liang's heart suddenly seemed to melt, and it was completely soft.

I really wanted to keep holding Guang just like this, and never let go, but when I glanced at the open door, my reason finally gained the upper hand—the doors of the apartment building are all designed to open inwards, and Guang stood at the door and hugged him, The whole body is blocking the door panel, the door cannot be closed at all, and the neighbors on both sides may open the door and come out at any time.

Liang patted Guang on the back, and said softly, "Yes, I know. Let's go in first, shall we?"

In his arms, Guangshun nodded obediently, but like a little lion reunited with his benefactor after a long absence, he just kept hugging Liang, and his feet didn't move at all.

At this time, the door of Room 801 on the left suddenly rang softly.

In the next second, there was a door opening sound similar to a doorknob being pushed down.

Liang naturally didn't care, but he was worried that the current picture would scare his new neighbors, so he let go of Guang slightly and coaxed him softly: "Guang, let's go into the house first, and then talk about it after entering the house."

But the little lion remained unmoved.

Seeing that the neighbor was about to come out of the house, Liang sighed softly in his heart, he had no choice but to wrap his right hand around the light that was half hanging around his neck, while turning slightly sideways, and with his left hand, he tried hard to hook the doorknob. After a lot of effort, he finally hugged the light and moved towards the door step by step.

Almost at the same time as the neighbor opened the door, Liang finally managed to close the door.

Back into the door together.

Guang still lowered his head, refusing to let go of his arms around Liang.

Liang is a little uncomfortable with Guang's stickiness today, and always feels a little abnormal. Coupled with Guang's vague words like "the consequences of not knowing how to cherish", Liang's worries intensified a little bit, and he couldn't help asking. : "Guang, what's wrong with you? Or... what happened?"

Guang just lowered his head and hummed, "It's all right."

After a while, Guang seemed to think of something, looked up at Liang with a scheming face and smiled badly: "Actually, I brought the portkey with me today, hehe."

Hearing what he said, Guang originally thought that Liang would ask "why" immediately, but Liang only said "um" thoughtfully.

What's the matter with the "hmm"? !

Guang had no choice but to continue in a persuasive manner: "Since you have brought the keys, why don't you ask me why I need you to help open the door?"

Having said that, in the theater in Guang's brain, it is time for Liang to ask himself "why" in the next sentence.

Unexpectedly, this gentleman is still not cooperative!

I don't know what to rub on my face, just listening to the light and asking myself in a soft voice: "Are you tired? Let's talk in the house, okay?"

Of course not!

Master Shinto was not happy, and immediately put on a straight face, and lightly tapped Liang on the shoulder as if punishing: "Don't interrupt! Answer my question first!"

After an incompetent "actor" finally asked "why" as in the script, Shinto-sama was a little satisfied, and said with a "reluctance" face: "Because——"

In the deliberately prolonged ending, Guang slowly put away the smirk on his face, turned serious, then looked into bright dark green eyes, and said clearly and solemnly: "Because, I want to see you as soon as possible. .”

"Hug you for the first time."

"I'll tell you in person as soon as possible that I'm back, and that I miss you very much."

If "moving" could be concrete, what shape would it be?

Liang couldn't imagine it.

But the moment Guang finished speaking, the appearance of a little white rabbit suddenly appeared in his mind.

You and it looked at each other, looked at its red eyes, and then, followed by red eyes.

It cautiously approached you, rubbed against your ankle lightly, and then, a ball of fluffy softness rolled over your heart.

It beats on your heart again, and wherever it passes, it makes your heart collapse a lot.

"Thank you." He stared at the light, and when he spoke, his voice seemed to be choked up, "Thank you for telling me this."

Thank you for making me happy every minute of having you.

When he spoke out his little plan, Guang felt a little complacent in his heart.

But when Liang's eyes became more and more red, he became flustered at the first glance.

"Liang, what's wrong with you?" While thinking about whether he was talking nonsense just now, and said something wrong, he kept rubbing the red skin under Liang's eyes with his fingertips, "I, I Did you say something wrong again? Don't shake your head, but say something!"

Emotions are contagious.

It's rare for Guang to be so excited before, let alone with his eyes flushed like now.

When a person who never shows his face has red eyes because of you, you will unconsciously feel a sense of guilt in your heart.

No matter what kind of emotion is behind the jealousy.

I was so anxious.

He clasped Liang's wrist tightly, and his eyes turned red.

Liang closed his eyes, still shook his head gently.

Guang's heart was wrinkled, and he didn't know what to say, so he held his lover's face devoutly with both hands, and kissed the bright and moist eyes without distraction.

again and again.

In the middle of the kiss, Liang suddenly grabbed his hand, clasped his waist tightly, locked it on his chest with almost bending force, and kissed back with selflessness and turbulence.

Warm lips covered his own, biting up and down lightly, rubbing against each other.

Guang couldn't help closing his eyes, hugged Liang tightly, and let Liang surround him overwhelmingly.

In an instant, even time seemed to cease to exist...

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