Years of love

Yin Chen slowly opened his eyes.

He felt more and more tired and his breathing became more and more heavy.He could feel the slight murmur in his lungs, and he really wanted to cough but he didn't dare to use too much force. He was afraid that the pleura would be involved, which would be very painful.

He propped himself up and sat up little by little, looking out the window. He had no sense of time now, and he didn't know how many days had passed.

He was really uncomfortable two days ago, and tried to ask Uncle Zhong to open the door for him to let him go, but Uncle Zhong was worried about what the master said before he left, and also worried that Yin Chen had lied to him before, so he pretended to be sick and ran out to find that man privately. Only added a few more medicines to him according to the discomfort he described when delivering the food.

Yin Chen looked at the medicines with blank eyes.

Sleep and wake up.

It was dark this time, and Yin Chen habitually looked out the window for a while before getting up to go to the toilet.

While washing his hands, he suddenly felt his heart beat a lot faster, and then a pain crawled up his chest to his throat. Yin Chen covered his mouth and kept swallowing dryly, trying to suppress the cough, but this time he failed. , bent over and coughed several times quickly.

There was a stabbing pain in the chest, which gradually spread to the armpits, and every breath seemed to feel the pain like a needle prick.

Yin Chen sighed very slightly, washed the blood in the pool with water, dried his hands, and slowly moved back to the bed.

He leaned against the bed and stared at the bathroom door for a while, then got up and sat at the desk next to him, took out the pen and paper in his schoolbag and started writing.

His armpit hurts when he exerts force on his right hand, so he can't write too many words.

He took two sheets of paper, wrote only one sentence on each sheet, capped the pen cap, and sat down on the edge of the bed again.

Yin Chen looked at his slippers, thought for a while, closed his eyes for a while, climbed onto the bed and covered himself with the quilt, and fell into a deep sleep with the exhaustion rising from his body.

He still woke up coughing.

This time I can't stop coughing.

His hand was sticky, Yin Chen glanced at it, and then at the quilt, it was still dirty.

He took two breaths with great effort, he was very irritable due to the pain in his chest cavity, and his heart was beating very fast.

There is a sense of suffocation.

Yin Chen turned his head slightly, looked at the two pieces of paper on the table, and smiled hard.

After laughing, he turned his head back and stared straight at the ceiling.

Yan Ming.I'm tired.

Take care, I will accompany you here.

Yan Qi looked at the dark cloud rolling sky outside the window, grabbed his clothes and wiped the sweat off his face.

The central air conditioner in the school is out of order. It has been broken for two days. The classroom is filled with the sound of fanning textbooks, and the irritable people can't calm down at all.

When there is an air conditioner, Yan Qi will hide in the air conditioner to calm himself down for a while. Yin Chen has not heard from him for a month, and his patience is about to run out, but reason still forces him to study in school as if nothing happened.

Because of his reaction, no one in the class dared to talk about Yin Chen anymore, even Hu Weixuan avoided seeing him now, for fear that Yan Qi would suddenly put the eraser on his face again.

Yan Qi was sweating profusely staring at the test paper on his desk, Xie Yi fanned the book for him for a while, but when it stopped moving, he took the small electric fan and blew on Yan Qi, although the blowing area was a little smaller, Anyway, it's effortless.

Yan Qi was writing the paper for a while, when he suddenly heard someone say that it was raining, he turned his head and saw the students in the row by the window getting up to close the window, a thunderbolt suddenly fell in the black sky, bright Yan Qi squinted his eyes.

For some reason, he remembered the two rains that made him flustered.

He got up suddenly and ran to the office, following Xie Yi and Gu Fan a few meters behind him.

He ran to Mr. Qi's office and kicked open the door of the office, scaring the other teachers to kick for a while, clutching their hearts.

Yan Qi walked up to Teacher Qi in two steps: "Give me the address of Yin Chen's home."

Teacher Qi looked at him, hesitated for a moment, wrote Yin Chen's home address on a piece of paper and handed it to him, along with a big umbrella.

Xie Yi and Gu Fan ran back to the classroom, grabbed the umbrella in their schoolbags and ran out, catching up with Yan Qi who was registering at the school gate.

"Remember to close the door at ten o'clock in the evening." The security guard asked.

Yan Qi didn't care about it, he ran all the way to the side of the road holding an umbrella, three people stopped a taxi, Yan Qi handed the paper to the driver.

"Master, the fastest speed, double the money." Yan Qi said.

"No need to double, I'll speed up for you." The master stepped on the clutch and shifted gears, and the speed quickly increased.

Father Yin and Li Qingya had just flown back from other places when Uncle Zhong drove slowly into the courtyard.

"The negotiation of this project went very smoothly, and I will be able to travel around the country more in the future." Li Qingya put the documents back in her bag, and said to her husband, "I'll take care of my son's affairs, don't worry about it."

Li Qingya knew that Yin's father was in a good mood after this project discussion, so she could tell him about Yin Chen with his current excitement.

Father Yin waved his hand: "I'm too angry. It's hard to imagine that he could have anything to do with a man. You can talk to him later. I have to find a way to talk to that man."

Uncle Zhong drove the car to the door and stopped, and found three people standing in front of the door.Uncle Zhong took Li Qingya to the door with an umbrella, and then turned around to pick up his master.

"You are..." Li Qingya looked at the school uniforms on the three of them: "Yin Chen's friend?"

"Hello, Auntie, is Yin Chen at home?" Xie Yi greeted politely.

"Yes, the young master is resting in his room. I'll open the door for you." Uncle Zhong put away his umbrella and said to them.

open the door.Yan Qi frowned, and needed someone to help open the door. Yin Chen was probably locked up by Yin's father.He followed Uncle Zhong and Li Qingya up to the second floor. The lights in the corridor were not turned on, and the light was very dim. The wind and rain outside were beating against the windows, which was a bit frightening.

Yan Qi took two steps in the corridor, and when he was about to reach Yin Chen's room, he stopped.

Xie Yi and Gu Fan passed him, looking at Uncle Zhong anxiously.

Uncle Zhong knocked on the door first, then called "Young Master" twice when he heard no movement in the room, and then opened the door from the outside with the key.

The moment the door was opened, Li Qingya sat down on the ground.

Xie Yi and Gu Fan stood at the same place, coldness crawled all over their backs, their faces were full of disbelief, Gu Fan burst into tears after taking a look, and turned his head to stare at Yan Qi tearfully.

Yan Qi was two steps away from them, and after seeing their reactions, he turned around and was about to walk up the stairs.

Neither Xie Yi nor Gu Fan followed. Uncle Zhong's roar resounded throughout the villa, even the sound of the rain outside could not cover it up. Yan Qi's legs were a little weak when he went down the stairs. Rolled directly from upstairs.

"Oh, kid, are you okay?" Father Yin, who had just changed his clothes, hurriedly helped him up from the ground.

Yan Qi shook off his hand, supported the wall, opened the door and rushed into the rain.

Yan Qi hid in the feasting lights of the sensation, staring fixedly at the wine bottle in front of him.

The phone kept ringing, full of messages from Xie Yi and Gu Fan.Yan Qi didn't want to read it, he was a little scared, afraid that when he opened it, the content would be full of bad news about Yin Chen.

After a while, Xie Yi called. After Yan Qi stared at the screen for a long time, he swiped to connect.

"Yin Chen left a message for you, where are you, I will send it to you." Xie Yi said.

Yan Qi wiped his face, told him to meet him at the handicraft shop last time, and then hung up the phone.

Ajie has been sitting opposite Yan Qi and watching him, occasionally picking up a wine glass and taking a tasteless sip.

Yan Qi looked at Xie Yi with red eyes, looked away, and looked expressionlessly at the wall at the end of the underground commercial street, which was covered with vicious graffiti.

Xie stuffed two pieces of paper into his pocket, and after a long silence, squeezed his shoulder: "The other person's you leave it to him."

Yan Qi's throat moved up and down, and he said with some difficulty, "Where's Gu Fan?"

The voice was hoarse, and the ending trembled outrageously.

"In the hospital, when I came, he had to follow whatever he said... The mortuary, that kid is..." Xie Yi frowned, his eyes were red: "You're quite courageous."

Yan Qi kept pinching his palms with his ten fingers, lowered his head and closed his eyes, his breathing became more and more rapid, and finally he punched the wall hard and roared at the wall.

"I'm going to kill Hu Weixuan!" Yan Qi shouted while grabbing his hair, "I'm going to kill..."

Xie Yi wiped his face, it didn't seem to be comforting or enlightening, just interrupted him lightly: "Don't worry Yin Chen anymore."

At that moment, Yan Qi heard the sound of something breaking beside his ear, he knelt down, took out a cigarette tremblingly, lit one and took several puffs.

After smoking, he glanced at Xie Yi, and went back into the noisy world alone.

Pain, narcotics, alcohol.

Yan Qi drank one cup after another, fell down on the sofa and looked at the double shadow overhead light, his face was full of tears.

He raised his hand to wipe his face twice, poured the wine into his mouth, choked when he swallowed it, tilted his head, and spit out everything in his stomach.

After vomiting, he sat up on the sofa, arched his back and braced his ankles, motionless.

The waiter next to him was cleaning up the mess he had created, and there was an extra glass of honey water on the coffee table. Ajie looked down at him, and finally couldn't hold back, and raised his hand to rub his hair.

Yan Qi raised his head in shock, for an instant, he thought he saw Zhou Luo's face.

"Brother." Yan Qi grabbed Ajie's hand and yelled again and again.

After yelling how many times, he tilted his body and fell into the arms of the person in front of him.

When he woke up, the sensation had already closed, Yan Qi turned his consciousness back a little bit, turned on the phone and glanced at the time.

Nine in the morning.

There are more than 100 messages in WeChat, besides the ones in the thief group, there are two more from Zhou Luo.

- why didn't you go to class?

-Where are you?

Yan Qi deleted the two dialog boxes, sat up slowly, raised his hands and rubbed the back of his neck, and took a deep breath with his head raised.

When he put the phone back, he felt two pieces of paper in his pocket.One had Bai Yanming's name written on it, and the other had Yan Qi written on it.

Yan Qi stared at Yin Chen's own name for a long time, as if exhausting all the strength in his body, he gritted his teeth and opened the paper.

do not forget me.

And a little smiley face.

Yan Qi smiled at that smiling face, and said softly, "See you in the next life."

He took out the lighter, lit the piece of paper and put it in the ashtray, lit the fire, and lit a cigarette.

He knew that after smoking this cigarette, Yin Chen would leave completely.

For the first time, he felt that the time for a cigarette was so short, so short that he just stared blankly at the cigarette butt lit up one by one, and only took a small puff when it was about to burn out.

The fire in the ashtray went out.

Yan Qi was stunned for a moment, put on his clothes, and walked out of the sensation.

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