His sweetheart ABO

It was like a heavy hammer fell on the top of the head, and the liver and gallbladder trembled after hitting the ground, and the soul was lost, and the internal organs were in pain...

Over the years, the things that he avoided and deliberately ignored... the mistakes he made when he was young and frivolous, all turned into sharp blades at this time. .

Chi Zong gritted his teeth and swallowed all the blood and tears into his stomach with difficulty... He no longer dared to think about how sad Lin Yan was at that time.

That child...that child who was too heavy for Chi Zong at the time, Lin Yan made the choice for him cruelly...Although he complained...in fact, at that time, I...maybe there was something in my heart... Take a breath, shall we?When he was at a loss for what to do, the man was struggling with shackles and broke through the prison, carrying painting tools away from all the red dust and gunpowder, and came to a poor village with beautiful mountains and rivers... But he didn't really forget that little life, even though he Didn't even come.

But he, but what did he do when he righteously blamed all the faults on Lin Yan?

Thinking of this, Chi Zong no longer stood in front of Lin Yan speechlessly, he stumbled and pushed the chair away, as if he was being chased by something, he rushed out of the box without looking back.

He's going to do something... As Chi Zong thought about it, this thought seemed to be the only thing left in his sleepy brain, and his footsteps began to waver. He staggered, almost tripped, and was held up by the driver who rushed over.

"Young, young master, what's wrong with you?" The other party was terrified, seeing Chi Zong's somewhat exhausted body kept sliding on the ground, and quickly called other people to help.

"...Academy Island..." His bloodshot temples throbbed, and Chi Zong only felt his eyes darken. Before he lost consciousness, he firmly grabbed the driver's sleeve: "I want...to go back..."

Back to where he started... back, to his sins.

He didn't want to run away anymore.

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"This... this Young Master Chi, what's wrong..." Startled by the other party's sudden movement, Wei Hexuan sat on the chair and looked at Lin Yan in shock for a long time: "I... I said something wrong again. Have you spoken yet?"

The latter scooped up a spoonful of chicken soup very calmly. He smoked too much today, and his throat was not feeling well. The light chicken soup with a little bit of medicinal herbs turned into a warm current and fell into his stomach. Lin Yan said lightly: "Intermittent Rabies, never mind."

No matter why the other party left, for Lin Yan, the loss of a follower is a good thing anyway... His mood after a day of irritability suddenly eased a lot, he drank a bowl of soup with a big appetite, and then I ate a few more dishes.

On the contrary, Wei Hexuan calmed down a lot after he felt that the atmosphere was not right, so that the second half of the meal was unusually silent, mostly only the sound of chopsticks hitting the rim of the bowl, mixed with Lin Xiyue's elegant greetings, completely lost the lively atmosphere before.

When it finally came to an end, Wei Hexuan rushed to buy the bill, and ran away with oil on his feet, leaving Lin Yan and Lin Xiyue behind.As soon as they left the hotel, Lin Xiyue noticed that there was one car missing, and pursed her lips.

In the next second, he turned his head to look at his elder brother beside him, his tone raised slightly: "Is there any other activity, elder brother?"

Lin Yan was full of food and drink, and felt a little sleepy. At this moment, his eyes were half-closed, his shoulders relaxed and slumped, and the neckline without a tie was opened a few times, revealing a section of his fair neck.

He covered his mouth and yawned: "...Go home and sleep."

Perhaps it was because of the nervous tension all morning, this afternoon nap was very comfortable, and when Lin Yan opened his eyes again, the sun was almost setting.He simply tidied up his messy hair, washed his face and planned to go to the studio to have a look, but when he opened the door, he saw a slender figure standing inside, his heart skipped a beat, and before he could utter a word to reprimand him, the other party first I opened my mouth.

"...Brother." The fire cloud outside the floor-to-ceiling window was inlaid with pure gold edges, and the fire-like brilliance poured down; Lin Xiyue's figure was wrapped in the afterglow of the setting sun, and his expression could not be seen clearly against the backlight, but he seemed to be smiling.

"What are you doing here?" Lin Yan stretched out his hand and turned on the light at the entrance. Pure white light poured from above his head, illuminating the young man's handsome face.

"...I just want to get to know you a little better." Lin Xiyue lowered her eyes a little lonely, her slender white fingertips brushed over the drawing board—the newly painted one has been taken away by Lin Yan, and now only a huge one is left. The frame is covered with traces of paint and tape around the perimeter, but the center is blank.

Lin Xiyue felt that Lin Yan was like this drawing board, no matter how many colorful flowers were there, they were blocked by an invisible boundary, and couldn't penetrate at all.

Lin Yan was impatient to listen to him continue to make hypocritical speeches, and waved his hand to signal him to get out of here, but the little brat stood there for a while, suddenly bent down and took out a piece of paper from nowhere, and looked at him with glowing eyes : "Brother, will you teach me how to draw?"

"...What?" Lin Yan thought he hadn't woken up and misheard, and in the blink of an eye, the other hand put up the tape with one hand that was already awkward. Honest hand: "What are you smoking..."

"Anyway... there's nothing to do at home, and my brother ignores me, and I... I can't play the piano anymore, so I have to develop some hobbies." Lin Xiyue spoke intermittently, gently tickling Lin Yan's lips. Palm: "I've been practicing left-handed calligraphy for more than a month, and I can still hold a pen...Brother, don't dislike me."

Lin Yan opened his mouth, but couldn't find any words to refute, and thought: Here we go again.

Although sometimes naivety is too much, but after all, he is the young master of Lin's parents. The elite education he received since he was a child makes him too good at observing words and expressions. Sometimes Lin Yanzhen feels that whether the other party is crying or making trouble... hypocritical Whether it's acting like a baby or acting like a baby, it's all in a "just right" natural expression.You can't say he is fake, because this kid has such a personality; but if you want to say that he doesn't know anything, it would be too ridiculous.

But Lin Xiyue is amazing. He can always control these things to a critical point. A little more will make people irritated, and a little less will not be attractive enough... Even Lin Yan seems a little helpless at this time, because He owed the other an arm.

Withdrawing his hand slowly, he rubbed against the corner of his clothes unnaturally, to wipe away the itchiness left by the man; Lin Yan sighed, bent down and dragged an extra stool from the side, and sat down.

He looked down at the time: "Let's talk about it first, up to two hours, and then go to dinner."