[DotA2] Holy Sword

No.40 World War II soul ring

The night was getting darker, and the colorful lights that were venting everywhere began to show signs of stopping.

While caressing the man's hair with his hands, the young man raised his head, and the night sky was rarely dotted with stars.Following the Big Dipper, the Polaris was quickly found.Afterwards, the summer triangle was fixed. At this time, a man's gentle voice sounded in my ears: "Because of the precession, the North Star will keep alternating. Unfortunately, we only have this one North Star, α Ursa Minor."

The body dies, the emotions die, the memory fades.

Nothing lasts forever.

What's the point of fighting if everything is going to disappear?

Probably just to enjoy every minute and every second that makes me happy.Now that we know that this growth is only a hundred years old, and it is impossible to predict when we will suddenly sleep forever, it is better to live recklessly and cherish the people and things we love.

Everyone has edges and corners. Meeting the right person is not about polishing yourself, but two people with edges and corners can just fit together.Like each other's flaws as much as each other's strengths.

Boy and man sleep together.Before falling into a deep sleep, the two lingered for a while, and then reluctantly left each other's warm lips.

The sun woke up the sleeping people before the alarm clock. The young man was half asleep and half awake. He felt the temperature in his arms in a trance, and his arms tightened again. He placed a kiss on the top of the man's head, then fiddled with the hair with the tip of his nose, and mouthed Inhale the aroma of the hair tips.

Neither of them opened their eyes, following the taste of their lips, they kissed all the way from their foreheads.Gradually exert force, and the back is more like biting, as if tasting this delicious face, leaving shallow teeth marks.

There was still some baby fat left on the man's cheeks. The flesh was plump, but not fat, and it was soft to chew, with a faint fragrance.

After some groping, he finally found those attractive lips.The boy pecked twice first, and then stretched out his soft tongue to gently pry open the lips that were not closed tightly.

The man didn't respond, as if he was still asleep.The movement of the boy's mouth continued, and then he bit the man's lip in dissatisfaction. At the same time, his brain gradually woke up, and his eyes slowly opened.

Four eyes facing each other.

Both the boy and the man seem to be trying to focus, and their lips and tongues are still entangled.Moments later, the two jumped up from the bed at the same time, the crimson on their faces symmetrical like a mirror.

There was a dead silence all around, and after a while, the ticking of the alarm clock sounded.

An Rongyu turned around and pressed the phone, and then, Yan Che said with a smile: "What did you eat in your dream? It tastes delicious to me."

An Rongyu turned his head, and only then did he have the courage to observe the other party's expression carefully.Taking a quick look, the ambiguous red marks on Yan Che's face and neck couldn't possibly be the marks left when he imitated gnawing bones, which meant that the other party was making steps.

"Brother, I dreamed that I was gnawing soybean paste bones... I'm sorry... Did it hurt you?" An Rongyu replied.

"I said, it feels like being bitten by a puppy. It doesn't hurt, but it's a little itchy." Yan Che seemed in a good mood, and his smile could melt ice.

An Rongyu felt relieved, but his face was still very hot.Glancing at Yan Che again, hot red has burned from his cheeks to the base of his ears.Suddenly, he asked, "Brother, is this... your first kiss?"

A flash of surprise flashed in Yan Che's eyes, and he soon recovered his crooked smile, and replied meaningfully: "What? If I say yes, are you responsible for me?"

An Rongyu didn't ignore any change in Yan Che's expression, he nodded seriously, and said with straight eyes: "Brother, whether it is or not... I will be responsible for you."

Yan Che laughed, stretching his hand on the bed, he rushed over to rub his short hair, it was a little hard and a little prickly: "You're a big kid. Want to tease your brother? Let's talk when the hair grows."

After receiving such an answer that neither rejected nor accepted, An Rong and his mind became even more confused, and he almost took off his pants to inspect the goods for the other party.After letting the slightly cold hand trample on his head for a long time, he blushed and said, "When will you be considered full..."

Yan Che looked amused, first hummed for a while, and then replied: "After you finish the college entrance examination, you will barely be considered an adult by then."

Something lit up in the boy's eyes, he smiled like a fool, and said proudly: "Brother, just look at it!"

After some jokes, the men's morning desire | also subsided. After exercising their muscles and bones, they changed their clothes and washed them.The atmosphere was as usual, as if nothing in the dream had happened.

When Yan Che was away, An Rong and carefully thought about that dream that was too real.The touch and temperature in his mouth were so lifelike, it seems that this is how the mark on Yan Che's neck was left.It's just that the picture is slightly blurred, as if it has been over-polished, but it doesn't prevent people who are close away from seeing carefully.

It's a pity that before waking up, my brain was still in a chaotic state, and I couldn't remember the taste of that passionate kiss, so I was hurriedly dominated by shock and panic.

Yan Che changed his clothes and came out. He probably saw the mark on his neck. He was wearing a high-necked bottoming shirt. When he came out, his ears were still red.

An Rongyu did a set of stretching, and didn't see any red marks on his body, but his lips were slightly swollen, which was much better than Yan Che's.

On New Year's Eve, after breakfast, my grandpa wanted to write Spring Festival couplets by himself, and the two juniors obediently followed.After practicing on the rice paper for a dozen times, my grandfather was satisfied and wrote it down on red paper with gold ink.

After the handwriting was completely dry, An Ronghe moved the stool out to paste it, while Yan Che compared the height and direction of the upper and lower couplets, like a pair of loving lovers.

In the circle of friends that day, An's father captured this eye-catching picture, with the words: New Year with two good children, enjoy double happiness.

Seeing the photo, An Rongyu secretly took his father's cell phone and sent the original picture to himself.In the photo, he was standing on a stool, turning his head and looking down at Yan Che, the tenderness in his eyes couldn't be hidden, it almost overflowed from the screen.

Yan Che beside him tilted his head and looked at the second line, resting his chin on his hand as if thinking.

In the lower right corner, the yellow wintersweet that accidentally appeared in the mirror is full of treetops, layered upon layer, covering the white fence. It seems that there was a breeze blowing through when the snapshot was taken, and a blurred afterimage was photographed.

After breakfast, Mother An went to clean Grandpa's bedroom as usual, but accidentally found a few thick photo albums from the closet.Taking a casual look, I found that it was An Ronghe's photos from childhood to adulthood, which looked like they were secretly taken from a long distance.

Holding a few big photo albums and leaving the room, grandpa was watching the news and chatting with two juniors in the living room. Seeing that there was nothing to hide, grandpa had no choice but to slap his thigh and invite everyone to watch the photo album together.

In the nine large photo albums, except for the dozens of photos that An's mother edited later, the remaining hundreds of photos were almost all secretly taken by the grandfather with a private detective before he reconciled with his daughter and son-in-law.

Most of these photos were taken in hospitals, kindergartens, schools and other places, as early as An Rong and Guagua, and as late as the year of reconciliation.There are so many of them and their angles are so wide that even An Rong and himself broke out in a cold sweat.

Grandpa hummed a few times in embarrassment, and while spreading out those photo albums, he said: "In the early years, I was stubborn and rigid, hey... It always takes too long for people to learn and comprehend. In fact, many decisions are just It's just a matter of a moment, if you figure it out, that's it, there's no need to be angry with yourself or your family."

The whole family gathered together early on, and An's mother rarely showed a loving smile, and said, "Dad, I was not sensible at the time. Let's not talk about this, I have never seen these photos!"

Father An didn't speak, but his expression was as if he had been redeemed. He carefully looked at the old man with gratitude in his eyes.

Grandpa didn't give him face. After noticing the look in his eyes, he snorted and said, "Why are you so happy?"

Yan Che had already flipped through the pages excitedly, and couldn't hide the smile at the corner of his mouth.From the first book, the first photo is of An Rongyu, who was just born, with eyes closed and mouth open, wrapped in a tight blanket, with a wrinkled face, like a little old man .A few words were written next to the photo: April 2000, 4, at 2:4 pm, 30 catties and 7 taels.

The next dozens of photos were all taken in the hospital, and the changes are not too big, and there is no trace of the current face at all.After taking photos for a hundred days, there are only a few photos before going to kindergarten, which are basically taken when An's mother is pushing the baby carriage.

Yan Che pointed to a photo of little An Rong hugged by a cute blond boy, and asked, "Who is this?"

An Rongyu replied casually: "An older brother, the child of my parents' business partner. He also came to support the live broadcast before."

Mother An also came over, and after seeing the photo clearly, she smiled and said, "Hey, isn't this the second miss of the Qin family? Dad, you even have this photo."

A trace of confusion flashed in Yan Che's eyes, he glanced at An Rongyu, wondering if he should continue asking.

An Rongyu understood, and answered straight away: "He is a mixed-race boy. He has been beautiful since he was a child, and his family treats him like a princess, so everyone calls him that."

An's mother also seemed to think of the past days, her eyes stared at the photo, her thoughts drifted away, she said with a smile: "You have liked to cling to others since you were a child, and he also liked to take you with you. I will buy you whatever you like to eat and play with." They are exactly the same. Back then, the driver and housekeeper of his family called you the third young master, do you remember?"

Dumiao of the An family rolled her eyes, signaling that the hero should not mention the bravery of the past, not to mention that these old sesame seeds and rotten millet are not considered a good thing in front of Yan Che.

Continue to flip through the photo album.After the little ghost went to kindergarten, there were more photos.At this time, his facial features were slightly longer than when he was a baby. His chubby face and big watery eyes looked like a little bear doll.

Yan Che said in an unrecognizable voice, "You were so cute when you were young."

An Rong and leaned closer, and listened to the words verbatim, biting his lips and desperately trying to hold back his laughter.

Then there is elementary school.The school that An Rongyu attended, the school uniform was a white shirt with sea blue overalls, white stockings, and round-toed leather shoes, it was so cute that it made people want to kiss hard.

Even my own mother couldn't help but said: "Tsk tsk, you were so cute when you were young, why did you grow crooked?"

Grandpa said angrily: "Hmph, you are cute now, in Grandpa's heart, you will always be lovely children."

There is a photo of little An Rongyu in school uniform, licking a huge rainbow-colored lollipop, smiling like a 7-year-old.No need to think about who made this lollipop.

After junior high school, the little boy in the photo gradually lost his smile.When he was captured at the school gate, he always had a cold look, with the words "don't get close to strangers" written all over his face.

Not long after the beginning of the second year of junior high school, the recording stopped.Since then, the relationship between the two families has eased, and there is no need for the grandfather to observe his grandson secretly.

The last group of photos stays in the basketball hall attached above, which is the daily after-school training after joining the school team.An Rongyu in the photo still has a youthful physique, but there is something else in his eyes, some are stubborn, some are not convinced, and some are not reconciled.

Seeing the last snapshot of the layup, An Mu said with regret; "Hey, I participated in the game in the city at the time, but after I came back, I said nothing and refused to go to training."

Yan Che frowned, and there was an undetectable tremor in the hand holding the photo album, and he continued, "Did you quit the school team later?"

Mother An nodded and said, "Yes, I sulked at home after losing the game that day, and never went to training again. But I still go to the court to play ball."

An Ronghe caught the subtle changes in Yan Che's expression, that expression seemed to have answered some questions in his heart, and then became calm again.He recalled what Yan Che said that day, and he had a bold hypothesis in his heart, but in the end he lost to his self-confidence.

Grandpa snorted and said, "Don't fight. During that time, he was always injured during training. Every day, here and there were swollen. Grandpa just looks at the photos and feels very distressed."

Yan Che frowned again, a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes, which was captured by An Rongyu, and then a piece of azalea exploded in his heart.

Mother An laughed and said, "Just after the game ended that day, he didn't go to the assembly. He just cried under the basket. When he asked, he cried even harder." After she finished speaking, she smiled even more happily, as if that scene was right in front of her eyes.

An Rongyu was about to go crazy, and said angrily, "Mom! I didn't cry! How many times have I told you, it's sweat dripping into my eyes!"

Yan Che's smile was shallow, as if he wasn't listening to something funny and embarrassing, the tenderness in his eyes was almost drowning.

Afterwards, An Rong and his mother fought for half an hour, entangled in whether they cried or not during the game that day. In the end, An Rong's father said, "You really cried. You took off your school team coat and wiped your tears under the basket." nailed it.

The poor young man was once again dismantled by his biological parents in front of the person he liked, and was alone and helpless in the cold wind.

After dinner, the family of five sat around the living room and started watching the annual Spring Festival Gala on time.Since the quality of the program was greatly reduced, the fun of the audience has shifted to complaints.

An Rongyu is not a person who likes to stay up late. Before 10 o'clock, he can rely on Yan Che to keep his spirits up. After 11 o'clock, he starts to be a little wobbly. With a boring song and dance program, he is so desperately urged, the chicken pecks Mi Ban's head slid onto Yan Che's shoulder.

An's mother saw it, and whispered to Yan Che to take a selfie, and then posted a message on Moments on the countdown to the New Year: A family of five watched the Spring Festival Gala, and the Buddhist high school students were the first to fall asleep.I wish you all a happy new year and all the best!

The host started the countdown to zero, Yan Che lightly shook the boy on his shoulders, and made an appointment during the day to greet the elders together on New Year's Eve.After shaking for a few times without any response, Yan Che raised his sleeping head again, and whispered in his ear: "Little slob, get up, it's midnight soon."

There was a numbness in the ears, An Rongyu opened his eyes blankly, turned his head in the direction of the voice, and met Yan Che's smiling face.

The distance is very close, each other's breath hits each other's face, the breath is scorching hot, as if it wants to burn people.

An Rongyu felt that the corner of his mouth was wet and itchy, so he subconsciously touched it with his hand, and his hand was sticky - drooling in a dream.Immediately afterwards, his scalp exploded, and after wiping his hands clean, he touched Yan Che's shoulder again, and a small piece of cloth was already soaked.

"Three, two, one, Happy New Year!" The host's voice sounded amidst the sound of firecrackers. At the same time, An Rongyu jumped up from the sofa and said, "Brother, I'm sorry!" the back of the head.

Yan Che stood up and patted him on the shoulder, then leaned into his ear and whispered, "It's not the first time. Come on, don't forget about business."

An Rong and understood, followed each other, bowed to the three elders on the sofa to pay New Year's greetings, and then each received two big red envelopes.

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