Rebirth: The Shura Field of the Two Slag Gongs

Such a simple sentence made Shen Qun's eyes wet.

In the past, He Yan always told him:

"Just after strenuous exercise, don't drink beverages."

"It's not good to play games for a long time, don't stay up late to play."

"Don't oversleep in the fourth grade test tomorrow."

……

Every "don't" of He Yan will haunt him like a curse in the next four years.

Shen Qun said stubbornly: "If you accompany me to dinner, I won't walk backwards, otherwise I will keep walking until I bump into someone. Anyway, you don't want me anymore now."

He Yan walked past him without squinting: "Then hit him."

Shen Qun's eyes widened, he froze on the spot for a few seconds, and then quickly chased after him.

"Okay, I won't walk backwards, so can you accompany me to dinner? Xiao Yan," Shen Qun held him, his eyes were shining, he acted coquettishly, "We used to eat together, I don't like to eat You will eat everything for me, if you don't accompany me, I won't even eat."

"It's okay to eat together," He Yan said seriously, "Shen Qun, we have been classmates since high school. In this school, we are closer than others, but that's all, do you understand?"

The bright flames in Shen Qun's eyes dimmed little by little, his Adam's apple moved, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't make a sound.

After a long time, he said hoarsely: "Am I really, so unforgivable?"

"Let's not keep asking and answering the same question. I said the last time, Shen Qun. I don't blame you for Zhuo Yiran's matter. I am also responsible. I don't know how to deal with you." Getting along, I didn’t know before, but in the future..." He Yan took a deep breath, "Shen Qun, let me be frank, in the future, I can't trust you either."

Shen Qun showed a tragic smile: "You want to tell me that once infidelity is tolerated a hundred times, don't you? You still say you are not blaming me?"

He Yan became irritable: "If blaming you and hating you can make you feel better, then so be it! We broke up, and we broke up today! Don't look at me with that ambiguous look, and don't tell me that it's not suitable for you. If we have a relationship!"

"We didn't break up!" Shen Qun's eyes were red, completely ignoring the past and many people looked at them and shouted loudly, "I didn't agree to break up! We have been together for more than four years, you can't just break up..."

"I can!" He Yanye shouted excitedly, "Have I approved you to disclose our relationship everywhere? Have I approved you to get together with Zhuo Yiran? You said breaking up let me fulfill you, I am like you Is it so nagging!"

When the last sentence came out, Shen Qun suddenly raised his eyes, and He Yan immediately realized that he had slipped his mouth...

"Xiaoyan," Shen Qun's face changed from blue to white, red and purple, he seemed unable to believe it, but he couldn't believe it, "You...you..."

"Is it something?" He Yan said impatiently, "Don't keep talking!"

"Did you also come from four years later?" Shen Qun held his hand tightly, as if he wanted to crush He Yan's finger bones, "Did you, like me, also come from four years later?" Come over after a year?"

He Yan only felt the sound of bombing in his head, what do you mean?What does it mean to be like him and come here four years later?

"What do you mean?" He Yan asked tremblingly, his eyes turned red almost instantly, "You died too?"

Shen Qun's pupils suddenly constricted, and after confirming this fact, he was more excited than He Yan. They drifted apart in the next four years, and He Yan had lost affection for him long ago, so how can he redeem it?

God sent him back just to make him miss He Yan again?

The blood in Shen Qun's body became cold, and his eyes were dead silent.

He Yan grabbed him and asked, "What do you mean? Are you dead too?" It's not enough to die a 23-year-old self, is Shen Qun also dead?

Shen Qun suddenly thought that with He Yan's personality, if he died four years later, He Yan would be heartbroken. He Yan is most afraid of owing others...

"Yes," Shen Qun closed his eyes, and said with difficulty, "Yes, I'm dead too, and I came for you." He Yan came.

The soles of He Yan's feet were weak, and he could hardly support his body. Shen Qun hugged him: "Xiao Yan, Xiao Yan."

"How could you die too?" He Yan grabbed his collar and asked, "I was hit by a car, how about you? How did you die?"

He Yan's line of defense was instantly defeated.

Death is the end of all love and hatred.Although both of them are alive now, He Yan has experienced the despair when the blood of the whole body is coagulated and all the senses disappear one by one when death comes. Death is cold, cruel and terrible. He has experienced it himself. So he was very saddened by the fact that Shen Qun also died once.

He once accepted Shen Qun because Shen Qun was the first one to say "we are the same kind of people" to him. At this moment, he also forgave everything about Shen Qun because Shen Qun died like him.

He Yan wept bitterly, mourning for himself, for Shen Qun, and for their death in the best years of their lives.

The evening in October was already chilly, and He Yan sat on the bench by the campus lake, couldn't help but folded his arms and shivered.

Shen Qun ran over from a distance, holding a bag in his hand, he took out a can of heated milk and stuffed it in He Yan's hand, wrapped He Yan's hands, and breathed on his lips.

He Yan retracted his hand uncomfortably, but Shen Qun didn't care, he squatted in front of He Yan, inserted the straw into the bottle, and handed it to He Yan's mouth: "Drink something hot, your hands are cold. "

"You can't drink milk on an empty stomach."

"Ah?" Shen Qun asked strangely, "I often drink milk on an empty stomach in the morning, is there any harm?" He Yan used to bring himself milk for breakfast.

He Yan said helplessly: "Normal people are fine, but I have lactose intolerance and can't drink."

Shen Qun gave a hand while unpacking the cake: "I'm sorry, I don't know."

"It's okay, I didn't tell you either."

"I will take good care of you in the future," Shen Qun looked up at He Yan, his eyes were bright under the light of the street lamp, "tell me what you like to eat, what you can't eat, what you like and what you don't like Me, I'll remember it all."

Shen Qun really understands He Yan. The boy's heart softened because of Shen Qun's words. He held the milk and looked at Shen Qun in a daze. Facing the man who came after him four years later, He Yan couldn't help but harden his heart.

But He Yan didn't know how to get along with Shen Qun. They separated awkwardly and separated for such a long time. Shen Qun and Zhuo Yiran had been together before, and he and Zhou Yancheng didn't know each other. They are teenagers, they each have their own filth and vicissitudes...

He Yan suddenly remembered the ringing of the phone, He Yan was taken aback, and when he realized that the voice came from his bag, he hurried to get the phone, it was an unfamiliar number, He Yan picked it up: "Hi, hello, I am He Yan along."

Shen Qun's heart softened suddenly, He Yan is always like this, even when he treats strangers' phone calls so gently.

"Hello?" There was no sound on the other end of the phone, but He Yan could hear the rapid breathing of the other party. He Yan was surprised, "Who is this? I am He Yan."

"Is it a typo?" Shen Qun asked.

"I don't know," He Yan responded, and asked again on the phone, "I'll hang up if I don't speak."

The breathing on the other end became more rapid, but he remained silent.

Shen Qun snatched the phone over: "Who is it? Hang up without saying a word!"

"Doo-doo--"

The other party hung up the phone first.

"It must be a wrong number," Shen Qun casually stuffed the phone into He Yan's schoolbag, and pulled him up, "It's almost eleven o'clock, I'll take you back to the dormitory."

Once He Yan didn't resist him, Shen Qun resumed his usual initiative. After this series of actions, it was as natural and familiar as if they had never been separated.

Shen Qun first took He Yan's arm, and found that he didn't avoid him, so he slid down inch by inch carefully, then held He Yan's wrist, and moved the last knuckles quietly, knuckle by knuckle. Grab He Yan's hand.

At the same time, Zhou Yancheng was sitting on the sofa in the lobby of the club, almost breaking the phone in his palm into pieces.