[Fortunately two] about ten years

"what do you want?"

Yukimura heard Fuji's low voice wrapped in the cold wind ringing in his ears, and couldn't help reaching out to embrace the man in his arms. He really loved his lover, who looked a little fragile because he was afraid of the cold, but he didn't know his lover The reason for this is him.

"I want to share with Zhou Zhu the secrets in us..."

"Sharing secrets? Us?" Fuji felt that he might have made a mistake, but was surprised to see that the surroundings seemed to be getting brighter and brighter, and even his body began to warm up, as if the weather had warmed up all of a sudden.

It's not as if, the scenery in front of me is clear in an instant, the stream thaws and runs, the flowers and trees rejuvenate, and even... when it should be night, it is bright day in front of me, even the sun in the sky is still so real.

Buer's breathing stagnated, and he couldn't recover for a while. "This..." He stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes. His normally squinted eyes were enlarged to the point where they couldn't get any bigger. He felt that he must be dreaming. Yes, he slept in the dormitory before coming here. With the travel book still on his body, Yukimura and Shiraishi haven't returned yet.He suddenly struggled, trying to get rid of the shackles of this dream.

"Don't you like it?" Yukimura hugged Fuji and stood up, looking around, it seemed that he had used a lot of strength, but the person in his arms couldn't break free from his shackles.

Bu Er stopped the useless struggle, it was just a rather bizarre dream. "Actually, I'm dreaming. There is sun but I can't feel the warmth..." Bu Er shrank his head again, he was cold, "So all of this is..." Before the three false words came out, Bu Er stood there in a daze, keeping the gesture of touching the winter jasmine with his fingers...

"It's not a dream," Yukimura put one arm around Fuji's waist and stretched the other hand along his arm, took off the flower and put it in Fuji's palm, "I created it, a real world, Although the current world can only be maintained for a short period of time and many things cannot be created, such as the sun you just mentioned, but it is already very real, isn’t it? Incredible, isn’t it?”

"..."

"You can also regard this as a dream, because it may..."

Before Yukimura finished speaking, the scene in front of him was a bit horrible. The gray-white edge of the world quickly fell off, eroding the bright, warm spring, and replaced by the real cold winter night.

"...It has fallen off." Yukimura sniffed helplessly, "It seems that we still can't make such a large space, but if it's just this small thing, it can last for a long time." The winter jasmine flower in full bloom in Fushou's heart Shivering slightly in the cold wind.

"Wait...wait a minute," Buer began to struggle again, "Don't say this kind of thing so simply, do you know what you are talking about? Oh, I forgot that this is a dream, forget it. Say whatever you want."

His eyes dimmed, and Yukimura tightened his arms, "Yes, this is a dream, and everything that happens in a dream is normal, such as Zhou Zhuyou..."

The young man's arms were slender and powerful, with well-proportioned and full muscles on them. He held Buer's hand hiding the winter jasmine and slowly stretched it forward.

"Just try to imagine that the flower will fly."

How is it possible? Fuji couldn't help but cast a sideways glance at Yukimura, and then remembered that this was a dream and anything could happen.

"It's just a dream, don't you want to try?"

"I don't want to" Fuji definitely shook his head neatly, although it might be a bit interesting if it could be done, but it wouldn't be interesting if it happened to him.

"Whether you want to or not is one thing, but whether you can do it or not is another." Yukimura's smiling voice rang in Fuji's ear, as if mocking him, which made him a little annoyed.

"If the air is strong enough to hold the flower, you know, the air flow is strong enough to destroy a city, like a tornado, then now we don't need the air flow to destroy a city, just a small The air current that can support this flower..."

Yukimura's voice is fatally seductive, like a drug addict who hears a drug lord saying that you do as I say, and this bag of white powder is yours...

Impossible, impossible, I don't listen, I don't listen, how can I do it...

"You can control the airflow, can't you? It's like controlling a tennis ball with the airflow. In that match with Senior Duke..."

"Ah!" Fuji jumped up with a scream as if frightened, and broke free from Yukimura's imprisonment. He hid behind a bush in a panic, closed his eyes and didn't listen or think about anything, as if In this way, he would not be able to hear Yukimura's voice, nor would he be able to see the flower dancing in his palm...

How can an arm without rigid conditions exert such terrifying power?Even with 5.0 eyesight, you can't see the texture of the leaves tens of meters away, and even the best hearing can't hear the coach's voice hundreds of meters away...

How can a normal person die again and come back to life ten years ago with his memory?

Normally, this word, which is applicable to 95% of people in the world, can never be placed on Fuji.

Whether it is the innate high IQ, superior physical condition, or these bizarre experiences, the ability to surpass ordinary people, no one has ever confused him with ordinary people.But he just wants to be the most ordinary ordinary person, not like a huge jaguar appearing in an ordinary leopard, which makes people feel surprised and incredible.

"It should be an eagle appearing in a pile of chickens." Yukimura's voice appeared not far in front of him, and he didn't come any closer, so Fuji felt relieved a little.

"I know what you're worried about, but," Yukimura paused for a moment and took another step forward, his boy was shivering in the shadow of a tree, he could feel the overwhelming loneliness hidden in his lover's body , Sorrow, like a swamp with nowhere to land, makes people weak but sad and hopeless, they can only let the cold water and mud cover their mouths, noses, eyes...

"You are not alone! At least we are the same. If two eagles appear in the flock, they don't need to be recognized by the pheasants, because they can get each other's approval..."

Fuji's emotions gradually calmed down, and he even allowed Yukimura to squat in front of him, feeling the other's warm hands caressing his head, just like spring kissing the cold earth.

This dream was terrible, and Fuji slowly opened his eyes. The morning sun was cast on the room and just fell on Fuji's face. He sighed softly, it was just a dream, and it was another beautiful day when he opened his eyes.He actually dreamed that his secret was discovered by Yukimura, and even the two of them had the same secret. It was a terrible dream. Forget it if he fell into hell alone. In the dream, he still thought of bringing such a beautiful Yukimura in. .

"It's morning!" Shiraishi, who had just finished his morning exercise, pushed open the door and saw that Buer, who usually stayed in bed, woke up abnormally early. "Is it because I went to bed early last night that I got up so early today? It seems that we will go to bed earlier..."

"Well, I seem to have fallen asleep on the stool yesterday..."

"What's on the stool? It was Yukimura-kun who took you to see the stars, but..."

"What did you say?" Buer's sharp voice interrupted Shiraishi's words, his pupils dilated until he lost his focus, and his body even began to tremble.

"It's just... You fell asleep first when you went to watch the stars, and then Yukimura-kun carried you back... Fuji, are you okay?" Shiraishi asked with concern, approaching Fuji's bed and wanted to touch his forehead, " Is it sick?"

"No...it's okay..." Buer shook his head and leaned back with his arms supporting his body, "I'm fine, I just want to sleep for a while, you can go first when you're done." Saying that, the whole person got into the bed again into the quilt.

"Are you really okay?" Shiraishi looked suspiciously at the bulging part of the quilt, "It's a bad habit to sleep with your head under the quilt." Just now, Fuji-kun seemed to be holding something in his hand, could it be that he misread it? Forget it, it's not good to pry into other people's privacy, Baishi shook his head and went into the bathroom.

The feeling of being covered in the quilt was obviously uncomfortable, and only when he felt the disappearance of the breath around him did he dare to get out, stretched out his right hand, and sighed helplessly and relieved.

In the palm of his hand was a yellow flower, which had been torn to the point where it couldn't see its original shape... a winter jasmine.