Two slow-moving people fall in love

The sun shines through the window sills and falls on the soft plush carpet. The person sleeping peacefully on the carpet turned over and let out a contented sigh.

"Wake up, don't fall asleep."

A pair of hands gently lifted him up and leaned into his arms.

He was hugged, and a young voice came from above his head.

"Yesterday we agreed to go for an outing, why don't we go?"

The man lowered his head and kissed him lightly on the cheek.

He was tickled by the kiss and couldn't hide, so he could only smile and open his eyes: "You...uh..."

He was blocked before he finished speaking, and the man held the back of his head and exchanged a deep and long kiss with him.

Panting slightly, he pushed himself away from the man's embrace: "I'm going to change my clothes."

As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes blurred, and the next second he was standing on the mountain road, wearing a brand new spring outfit.

"Why did you stop?" The person beside him held his hand: "Tired?"

He looked at the man's blurred face: "I..."

"Father! Why don't you leave?" A four or five-year-old child ran over and took his other hand: "Hurry up, there are little monkeys ahead!"

"Dad is tired," the man squatted down and rubbed the child's forehead hair: "Let's wait for Dad to rest."

"Dad, are you tired?"

He froze for a moment, subconsciously said: "Not tired."

"Aren't you tired?" The man looked at him: "Take a break, you are not in good health."

"It's okay, how long have you been walking?" He smiled at the child: "Xiao Zhong is not tired, and of course Dad is not tired either. Let's compare and see who will find the little monkey first, okay?"

"Then the father must not be found!" The child jumped up excitedly, turned around and ran away.

The wind passed through the vegetation in the forest, gently blowing his half-long black hair. He looked at the small figure in the distance, and his eyes turned black.

"What's the matter?" The man turned his body: "I think you are really uncomfortable."

He opened his eyes wide, trying to distinguish the face of the man hidden behind a cloud of mist, and the back of his head felt a dull pain.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the man hugged him and sat down on the bench by the forest with some irritability: "If you don't speak, let's go back now."

"I..." He felt like he had forgotten something.

"I... have something to tell you."

The man seemed relieved: "Say it."

"you……"

He opened his mouth, and it suddenly became difficult to speak.

"You, what the hell..."

In the darker and darker vision, the mist on the man's face gradually dissipated as he spoke.

He was so anxious in his heart that he couldn't make a sound for the next few words no matter what.

"Did you—" he repeated in vain, enduring the severe pain that almost split his head: "Did you...have, didn't, did—"

There was a sudden roar behind him, and he turned his head in a panic, only to see a car with full horsepower rushing towards this side, and it appeared in front of him almost in the next second.

The fog completely disappeared at the same moment, and he saw the face of the man clearly just before he fell into darkness.

With a loving smile, the man said a word to him amidst the deafening sound of the motor.

That sentence pierced through all other voices and rang clearly in his ears.

"Qingyun, I love you."

In the next second, the figure of that person flew out and fell to the bottom of the valley together with the car.

His world was quiet, and his eyes were dark.

"Sir, sir."

"Wake up, Mr. He, you are having a nightmare."

He Qingyun opened her eyes suddenly, panting heavily.

Aunt Zhuang worriedly helped him sit up, but he grabbed his arm firmly.

"Did he ever love me?"

"...Mr. He..."

He was shocked, then lowered his head and laughed self-deprecatingly.

"Too late."

He leaned against the head of the bed as if exhausted, his voice was hoarse, but his expression was already sober: "Where is Xiao Zhong?"

Aunt Zhuang said: "The young master called just now and said that he will come back in the afternoon and have lunch at the company."

"……what time is it?"

"Twelve past five, let's have lunch first, sir."

He Qingyun closed her eyes and shook her head lightly: "You guys eat first."

He looked exhausted, Aunt Zhuang was worried and continued to persuade him to eat something.

"Sister Zhuang." He said gently, with an inexplicable smile on his face: "I'm blind, and I can't do anything if I want to die. What are you worried about?"

"gentlemen……"

Aunt Zhuang looked at him more and more worriedly.

He looked sober at this moment, which made her worry even more.

She has stayed in Lin's family for more than 30 years, and she knows Mr. He's temperament very well.No matter what the state was, this was not like what He Qingyun could say.

"It should be upstairs." Ah Ying said.

Han Xuan stood by the stairs and looked up: "Then let's wait, are you hungry?"

"I'm not hungry, I'm not hungry," Ah Ying glanced at the wall clock, it was already past twelve: "I'll go up to find Aunt Zhuang, Young Master Han, please sit down first."

She ran upstairs quickly, and after a while, she came down with Aunt Zhuang.

Aunt Zhuang came straight to Han Xuan, her eyes could not hide her worry: "Young Master Han, the meal is ready, should we serve it now?"

Han Xuan said: "Uncle, don't you want to eat together?"

Aunt Zhuang was stunned for a moment, and said, "Sir, I'm not hungry now, I'll eat later."

Han Xuan nodded: "Then you guys eat first, I will wait with my uncle."

"Farewell, Young Master Han, you don't eat much in the morning."

"It's okay, I'm not hungry yet." Han Xuan smiled at Ah Ying, "Aunt Zhuang, does my uncle need someone to take care of him?"

Aunt Zhuang stared at him fixedly, and sighed for a while.

"Young Master Han, it might be a little wrong for me to do this," she said, "Sir, he had a nightmare just now, and now he is in a bad mood, so no one will be allowed in... I just sent a message to the young master, can I trouble you to go up and have a look?" ?"

Han Xuan hesitated: "Me?"

Aunt Zhuang said: "Sir, he really likes you. If you accompany him, maybe he can be happier."

"Aunt Zhuang," Ah Ying said, "Why do you like Mr. Han so much, sir? Did they know each other before?"

The door upstairs was closed tightly, and it was unknown what was going on inside, but at least Han Xuan was not kicked out immediately.

Aunt Zhuang looked away, smiled at Ah Ying and said, "Don't you also like Young Master Han very much?"

"Hey, Aunt Zhuang!" Ah Ying blushed at her job bowl.

So she didn't see the thoughtful look on Aunt Zhuang's face.

How similar.she thinks.

Mr. He doesn't like Han Shao so much, it's better to say that he regards him as another self.

A younger, purer, and better self because I haven't experienced anything.

Only two dim lights were turned on in the room, and the atmosphere was depressing and breathless.

Han Xuan closed the door gently, and walked in with ease.

"I didn't sleep." He Qingyun hugged the quilt and sat on the bed: "Don't be so careful."

Han Xuan heaved a sigh of relief.

The smile on He Qingyun's face deepened, and he raised his hand to pat his side, motioning for him to sit over.

"Have you eaten yet?" he asked.

Han Xuan said, "I'm not very hungry."

"Eat more or less, irregular meals are not good for the stomach."

"Then I'll bring it up, uncle and I will eat together?"

Only then did He Qingyun understand, "Aunt Zhuang asked you to come here."

Han Xuan said: "Aunt Zhuang said that you are in a bad mood, so I just wanted to see you..."

"I'm fine." He Qingyun said: "You go down, go to eat, and tell Aunt Zhuang not to worry about me."

Han Xuan sat by the bed without moving or speaking.

He Qingyun waited for a while, and called him uncertainly.

"younger brother……?"

"Yes." Han Xuan said hurriedly.

His brain was spinning rapidly, and finally he gritted his teeth and tentatively held the hand that fell on the quilt.

He Qingyun moved, but did not break free.

"Uncle," he heard the young voice say in his ear, "I'm here to ask you... Do you think Ye, Ye Yun likes him, likes me?"

"..."

"I'm not saying that he doesn't like me, I, I just don't know, we, should we..."

"Shouldn't... be together."

Han Xuan felt that he was really ridiculous. He didn't ask the other party or himself about feelings, but came to ask an old man who was insane.

He didn't even notice that when it came to matters related to Ye Yunyi, his self-confidence disappeared.

He Qingyun's eyes fell on the void in front of him, and he said after a long time, "Why shouldn't it be?"

"Do you like him, brother?"

Han Xuan's voice was low: "...I like it very much."

"Then you can feel, does he like you?"

"……Um."

He Qingyun smiled.

"But, I don't think I'm enough," Han Xuan was a little discouraged: "I don't think I can be with him now."

"Then when will it be available?"

"When I stand taller and more mature, it should be fine..."

He Qingyun closed his eyes, and that scene seemed to appear in front of his eyes again.He and the man were standing on the side of the road, a car sped up through the sky, and fell into the valley with the man.

He waited all his life for that sentence, and also for the news of that person's death.

He Qingyun sat under the lamp with his head down, and the light blurred the fine lines on his face. At that moment, he seemed to have returned to 30 years ago. There was still a lot of love in his body, and he wished to give himself out as a sacrifice. .

But the reality is that he has been swallowed by fate along with those bright red feelings, leaving him with only bones and a desolate ruin under the bones.

"Brother, if you like someone, you have to let him know."

"In this life, if you say it is long, it is long, and it is short. If you hesitate a little longer, it will be an eternal regret."

"Ayi likes you very much, don't worry, just talk about it." He Qingyun smiled: "He has been considerate since he was a child, and he didn't take the initiative to say it because he was afraid that you would make things difficult."

He tilted his head, moved closer, and said in a more sly tone: "If he tells you that you can't get off the stage, tell me, and I will teach him for you."

"What are you thinking about?"

Han Xuan came back to his senses and was shocked by the night wind, "It's okay."

Ye Yunyi looked at him worriedly: "Is it cold? You wear mine, let's go back first."

"No, no, it's not cold." Han Xuan pressed his hand: "Get dressed soon, I'll tell you when it's cold."

"It's really not cold?"

"Why am I lying to you." Han Xuan smiled at him: "Let's go shopping for a while, it's very beautiful here."

They walked along the most famous river in Nanming City, and there were more people at night, and many tourists from other places were not afraid of the spring cold, wearing winter clothes and sitting on the antique painting boats to take pictures.

Ye Yunyi took him into a splendid restaurant by the river, and was led by the waiter to sit in a private room.

The dishes were served one after another, all steaming and fragrant.

"The dishes are all served, please take your time, both of you."

"Thank you." Ye Yunyi watched the waiter close the door, and turned to Han Xuan, "Try it, the dishes here are very authentic, and the taste hasn't changed over the years."

Han Xuan didn't eat at noon, and he started to feel hungry when he smelled the aroma, so he nodded and started to eat.

"Slow down, don't worry." Ye Yunyi couldn't help but be surprised to see him holding his chopsticks like flying, "Why are you so hungry?"

Han Xuan put down his chopsticks in embarrassment, and took a sip of water: "I didn't eat much at noon today."

"Where is it uncomfortable?"

"Nope." Han Xuan roughly explained what happened at noon, "Later Aunt Zhuang said that Uncle was in a bad mood, so I wanted to go up to see him first, but I forgot to eat while chatting."

Ye Yunyi smiled helplessly: "Tell me what you want."

He rubbed the top of Han Xuan's hair habitually, "Eat more, I didn't eat much in the morning."

Han Xuan hummed, and didn't slow down until he finished eating half of the dishes on the table.

Ye Yunyi looked at him: "Have another bowl?"

"I'm already full." Han Xuan drank the water, holding the cup in his hand, lost in thought.

"Han Xuan."

"Ah, what's wrong?"

"Is there something wrong?" Ye Yunyi said: "You have been distracted tonight."

I was just thinking about what my uncle said.Han Xuan thought to himself, but this is absolutely impossible to tell you.

"I'm thinking...Uncle."

He bent his index finger and knocked on the wall of the cup unconsciously, making a soft crisp sound.

"When I went to see him today, he was...well," he thought about his words, "very... different."

Ye Yunyi said: "Actually, there is no difference, you just haven't gotten used to it yet."

Han Xuan paused, momentarily at a loss for words because of his strong sense of protection.

He observed Ye Yunyi calmly, and after confirming that there was nothing unusual about him, he continued: "Uncle is really a very gentle person."

"Yes," Ye Yunyi smiled and nodded, "I like him the most in the family, and I love running to him since I was a child."

Han Xuan also smiled, "I wish I knew you and Uncle when I was young."

"It's not too late now."

He looked at Han Xuan intently, until Han Xuan blushed, and looked away in a panic.

"Some of what he said today always makes me feel that he is very sad."

"What?"

"He said that if you hesitate a bit more about some things, you will regret it forever."

Han Xuandao: "It may be a bit hypocritical to say this, but I just feel that this sentence is... heavy."

Ye Yunyi turned her eyes away from Han Xuan, and cast her eyes on a certain point in front of her.

"Probably because he's talking about himself."

"Young Master Han, you are back."

"Aying," Han Xuan looked behind her, "Is uncle asleep?"

"I just took the medicine and fell asleep." Ah Ying asked, "Is Young Master Han in a hurry to find Mr.?"

Han Xuan said: "There is nothing urgent, I just want to say good night to him."

"Sir, you probably haven't fallen asleep yet, so go quickly." Ah Ying pushed the door open for him.

The bedside lamp was still on, brighter in the night, like a jumping flame.

He Qingyun was covered with a thick quilt and seemed to be fast asleep.

Han Xuan walked over, knelt down beside the bed, and stared at the old man's peaceful face.

"Uncle." He said softly.

The person on the bed moved and slowly turned his head towards him.

Han Xuan pursed his lips, and hugged him carefully through the quilt.

"……Thank you."

He rubbed his face attached to the quilt, and his voice came out from under the quilt, muffled.

Where he couldn't see, He Qingyun's eyelashes trembled, and his hands were raised slightly under the quilt, and then fell back on the bed weakly due to the effect of the medicine.

The room was silent, as if even the sound of breathing had disappeared.

After a while, Han Xuan sat up.

The corners of his eyes were red, he carefully tucked the quilt for the old man, and stared at his face under the light.

"Good night."

He stood up and left quietly.

There was no sound in the corridor, Han Xuan was about to go downstairs when he met Lin Zhong who opened the door and came out.

Perhaps because of He Qingyun's improved mental state, Lin Zhong's complexion became much more relaxed, and when he saw Han Xuan, he even took the initiative to smile at him.

Han Xuan watched him walk to the next door, and just remembered that he forgot to say hello to the young Patriarch.

"That, Lin..."

"Lin Zhong." Lin Zhong turned around and said, "What's the matter?"

Han Xuan pointed behind him: "I just went to my uncle's room and said goodnight to him."

He pinched his palm and looked at the other side seriously: "I forgot to ask for your permission, sorry."

"Since Ah Yi brought you back, you don't have to be so polite." Lin Zhong said nonchalantly, "Go to bed early."

After he finished speaking, he entered the room, and the entire second floor fell silent again.

Han Xuan walked down the stairs full of thoughts, said goodnight to Lin Bo who was waiting on the first floor, rejected A Ying's request to "send Young Master Han back", and walked out of the main house alone.

The moonlight is like the softest white silk, dripping down from the night sky with silvery light, infiltrating the green grass and trees and the people silently waiting under the trees.

The man turned his back to him, lowered his head slightly, wondering what he was thinking.He was wrapped in pure moonlight, like a god descending from the sky, even the tips of his hair were shining.

Han Xuan approached him step by step, every night with him flashed before his eyes.

He thought of the moon every time, and thought of the words he didn't understand at the time.

His god turned around and stood under the tree watching him quietly.

His expression was blurred in the dark, but Han Xuan was very sure that it must be a gentle smile.

He came closer, stood in front of him, and raised his head slightly.

Facing the moonlight, his eyes were watery and soft.

Equally soft were his dreamlike words.

"...the moonlight is so beautiful tonight."

In the silence of everything, Ye Yunyi stretched out her hand and gently hugged him in her arms.

He must have cried, the red corners of his eyes seemed to be dizzy; his eyes were pure, like a lake that could be seen to the bottom at a glance.

His voice trembled slightly, and every word he said was like a kitten with a barbed tongue, gently licking the owner's sensitive palm.

—that is a kind of seductive charm.

Like a slow motion in an old movie, Ye Yunyi slowly lowered her head, and kissed his lips tenderly.

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After this chapter, there is no manuscript saved... It's even more embarrassing to change it to the synchronization week with the post bar.