His Overlord Omega

It was getting dark, and Zhang Han went back with Song Yang on his back.

The bedroom of the villa is on the second floor, with large floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see the street lights in the garden and the dark sea in the distance.

Zhang Han carried Song Yang into the bedroom, closed the curtains, and blocked the sound of the heavy waves outside.

It's still the end of summer, but the seaside is already a bit chilly, and at night, it's really a little cold.

Zhang Han hugged Song Yang and let him lie on the bed, it's time to take a bath, Zhang Han thought.

Zhang Han hesitated for a moment, but still started to help Song Yang take off his clothes.

Afraid of freezing Song Yang, when Zhang Han took Song Yang out, he put on his usual coat for him.

Zhang Han's slender fingers helped Song Yang unbutton the coat. Inside was a white T-shirt that was tight and elastic, making Song Yang's fit body extra attractive.

The white T-shirt was very thin, and a little bit of Song Yang's wheat-colored skin could be faintly seen.

Zhang Han's breathing became somewhat stagnant.

Zhang Han held Song Yang in his arms and helped him take off his white T-shirt.

Looking at Song Yang's naked upper body, Zhang Han felt a little bit of evil fire in his heart, and suppressed it desperately, so as not to let it out.

Zhang Han asked Song Yang to lie on the big bed, with his legs drooping naturally on the edge of the bed.

Zhang Han knelt down, unzipped Song Yang's trousers, and helped Song Yang take off his trousers bit by bit.

The chandelier was not turned on in the bedroom, only the warm yellow desk lamp by the bed was turned on, illuminating people indistinctly.

Song Yang's slender and toned legs were exposed to the air bit by bit.

The thigh muscles are strong and elastic, the front side is tight while the back side is soft and smooth, the calf is slender and the muscle lines are smooth, covered with a thin layer of light gray down, with a little sweat dripping, trembling leisurely.

Even in a coma, Song Yang's body still smelled of hormones, mixed with a little sweat, which was very attractive.

Zhang Han's hands trembled a little, and his breathing became heavy.

The fingertips as white as green onions touched Song Yang's ankle. Zhang Han desperately suppressed himself, calmed his breath, and slowly helped Song Yang take off the white socks on his feet.

Zhang Han didn't even care that he hadn't bathed Song Yang yet, he couldn't help it anymore and needed to vent.

Song Yang's body might not be able to bear it, so he could only hold Song Yang's wheat-colored soles in his palm, find out the acupuncture points, and start massaging Song Yang.

After the massage, Zhang Han felt a little depressed. The fat, tender and delicious meat was in front of his eyes, but he couldn't eat it. He felt a little bit scratching his lungs.

Zhang Han carried Song Yang on his back, took him to the bathroom, and bathed him.

Under the dim and ambiguous light in the bathroom, in the sound of splashing water, there was a bit of unreal panting sound covered up.

Zhang Han carried Song Yang out, a little tired physically, but satisfied in his heart.

Zhang Han carried Song Yang to the bed, and the two of them covered a quilt.

Zhang Han asked Song Yang to lie on his side with his head facing him.

"Good night." Zhang Han kissed Song Yang on the forehead and turned off the light.

In the next few days, there were constant calls from various media and agents, but he didn't answer them at all.

If it wasn't necessary, he didn't even go online much. He knew that the Internet must be full of speculations and scandals about himself.

He knew that as long as he didn't show up, the turmoil of this matter would pass.

The entertainment industry has always had an endless stream of small flowers and niche students. No matter how popular I am now, it will eventually return to silence in the near future.

Those fans who say how much they love him, in fact, what they love is only their male god status, once they have a new idol, they will forget about themselves.

Now in this world, there is only one person who truly loves himself, and he hasn't woken up yet.

For this point, Zhang Han is very clear.

After several months of rumors about Zhang Han and Song Yang, the rumors finally ceased to be so hot.

During this period, Zhang Han has been taking care of Song Yang meticulously in that paradise surrounded by mountains and sea.

In the aftermath of the scorching sun at the end of summer, they propped up a handful of sun on the beach, lying in the shade, facing the sea, and it was a leisurely afternoon.

On the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, a bright full moon hung over the sea, and the beach was very cool. Zhang Han hugged Song Yang to the chair, and with his bare feet, he chased the crabs that came out of the hole under the moonlight. With a little effort, you can catch several of them.

In winter, when the sea freezes and snow falls one after another, Zhang Han cooks hot pot on the warm balcony on the first floor and eats by himself, while Song Yang lies quietly on the opposite chair , watching him eat.

Hmph, I want to eat it, but I won’t give it to you, Zhang Han thought.

When it was New Year's Eve, Zhang Han carried Song Yang to the terrace on the third floor, and showed him the magnificent fireworks in the night sky of the distant city.

You slept so soundly that even the loud sound of firecrackers couldn't wake you up.

Spring goes and autumn comes, cold comes and summer goes, heavy snow falls and turns into spring water; the bright moon in the sky is full and then disappears; the flowers on the balcony bloom and thank, and bloom again after thanking; wave after wave...

Only those two people have not changed.

Still in that lonely mountain and sea, one is indulging in dreams, and the other is silently accompanying.

Ten years have passed, and Song Yang still hasn't woken up.

In the past ten years, Zhang Han has grown old and thinner. He no longer has the sunshine charm that can melt people's hearts with every frown and smile.

Zhang Han's eyes are wrinkled and his hair has grown white. Compared with the domineering president back then, he is really far behind.

The arrogance and unruliness of the year have become humility and introversion as time goes by.

However, he has a more vicissitudes of temperament, and his every move has a sense of maturity. His appearance is not as fresh as before, but it seems that he is more attractive.

When he drove to the city to buy supplies, there would often be beautifully dressed little girls whispering, "Look at that uncle, I don't know why, he always feels so attractive, and I really want to marry him."

Zhang Han always laughed off such words.

It's been ten years since she retired, except for a few old fans who occasionally miss a few words, the prospective movie star who was in full swing in the past, now, there is basically no such person in the entertainment industry.

In the past ten years, Zhang Han dismissed all the nannies and servants.He knew that Song Yang didn't know when he would be able to wake up, and it would cost a lot of money to hire a doctor for Song Yang. Zhang Han saved all the expenses.

He began to learn how to cook by himself, caring for Song Yang by himself, giving him massage and health care.

In the past few years, Zhang Han would often talk to Song Yang who was sleeping soundly, revealing his heart, secretly wishing that Song Yang would wake up earlier, imagining that when Song Yang woke up, he would wake up This big villa was sold, and the best plastic surgeon in the world was found for Song Yang to ensure that the scars on his face would not be visible at all.

But in the end, maybe it was too many disappointments, maybe I got used to it.

Zhang Han will not wake up every morning, open his eyes immediately to see if Song Yang is awake; he will no longer talk non-stop to Song Yang, and there is no need for words to communicate between them up.

In the past ten years, Zhang Han has become very familiar with every inch of Song Yang's body. Zhang Han wants to keep his smell, body temperature, breathing, and heartbeat firmly in his heart.

When they were young, Song Yang's skin was fine and smooth. After so many years, the corners of Song Yang's eyes have quietly crept into wrinkles.

When Zhang Han was free, he would stare at Song Yang, thinking, you, a person who doesn't even want to open your eyes to see me, will grow old.

You see, I take care of you all day long and work hard. How about you, just sleep all day and don’t have to think about anything. Why are you still aging like me?

Zhang Han smiled. He held Song Yang in his arms, searched carefully, and pulled out the white hair that came out of Song Yang.

"You are getting old, old man." Zhang Han said with a smile.

"Yeah, I'm old too."

"Look at how much I cared about my appearance before. After taking care of you for so many years, I have become such a rough person." Zhang Han rubbed his chin, and his beard hadn't been cut for a long time.

Forget it, I don’t bother to care about it, if I cut it, who will I show it to?

The two leaned on the sofa, Zhang Han pressed his face to Song Yang's.

I don't know why, but recently he always feels a little lonely and wants to talk to Song Yang more.

"Tell me, the two of us, who will go first in the future?"

"If I go first, who will take care of you?" Zhang Han asked Song Yang's nose.

"Look at you such a bad old man, you sleep all day long, it's so troublesome to serve you, you take shit|piss all day long, you wipe your body and massage acupuncture points, no one can bear you except me Woolen cloth?"

"You are just bullying me, knowing that I will not leave you, regardless of you, you dare to be so unscrupulous, you don't even want to smile at me." Zhang Han said, feeling a little wronged, he rubbed Song Yang's neck and nose were sour.

"Oh, forget it, who made me so unlucky, and you are on the table."

"I've been taking care of you for ten years, half of my life has passed like this, I'm used to it, and I don't mind taking care of you for the rest of my life." Zhang Han said, his voice became a little choked up.

"You still have to go first. I've taken care of you for so long. I can't trust you to leave such a bad old man to others."

"I don't worry about anyone else."

"Anyway, I've taken care of you for the rest of my life, so what's the point of caring for your retirement?"

"At that time," Zhang Han said, with tears shining in his eyes, "I will sell the villa and use all the money to buy a barren hill with only one tomb on it for the two of us."

"The place is big enough for both of us to live in."

"You left me and went to the underworld. I was afraid that you would be lonely, so I went to build a hut on the barren hill to guard you and let you take a little bit of my breath."

Looking at Song Yang's frowning face, Zhang Han thought it was a bit funny.

"Are you angry? Do you want to say, why don't I just go with you?"

"You think beautifully." Zhang Han curled his lips at Song Yang.

"I've spent most of my life taking care of you. How many young girls out there who are as tender as flowers like me, just because you are such a bad old man, dragged me down for the rest of my life, so I don't want to risk my life on you. "

"Hmph, when you die, I won't be sad, I will definitely not be sad. Taking care of you every day will make me exhausted. When you die, I, I won't be happy enough. How can I be sad."

Zhang Han spoke intermittently, and finally burst into tears. He hugged Song Yang tightly, crying until he couldn't make a sound.

It's been like this for ten years, and he hasn't complained a word. Why is he still crying today?

Zhang Han wiped away his tears and forced a smile, even though the smile seemed a bit nondescript.

"You must laugh at me again. There are people in their 30s, and they are still crying."

"Hey, Song Yang, sometimes I think, are you still the same you from before? I think, definitely not. The old you, you would come to coax me when I frowned. Now, I cry so sad, You can still be indifferent."

"Open your eyes and look at me, okay..."

Even if the ears are rubbed together, can he hear his words?

With tears hanging from the corners of Zhang Han's eyes, he fell asleep drowsily.

Whether he is happy or sad, the years have always passed by in the same way, without pity or harshness.

The sun has set, and tomorrow it will rise as usual.At that time, it's another day.

On the other hand, Zhang Han, with longing for his lover and almost illusory expectations, will repeat his daily life for the past ten years day after day.

Take care of this person who sleeps in the same bed every day, but never knows his emotions.

The one he loves might wake up tomorrow, maybe never.

--Finish--