[DotA2] Holy Sword

Three Wars Ogre Ax

"Brother, when you were drunk, you said something." An Ronghe embraced him again, but this time he was not so forceful.

"What did I say?" Yan Che asked in his ear.

"You said that the first time you saw me was when you were in your junior year." Thinking of those nights, his heart felt distressed and sweet.

"Well, it was the day you came to the big game." Yan Che said lightly.

"Brother, there were so many people that day, why did you..." An Rongyu paused, coughed dryly, as if he was a little embarrassed, "You just fell in love with me?"

"Pfft. Because you're good-looking." Yan Che laughed. "At that time, I could see that your team didn't want to fight anymore, from the coach to the players, but that silly you just rushed forward like that. You're obviously not tall. He is tall, but he jumps harder than anyone else, and after grabbing a rebound, he runs backhand to shoot. At that time, you really looked like a lunatic."

"Ah...Brother, stop talking! I think I must have been stupid back then." An Rongyu was a little ashamed and indignant at being told, subconsciously buried his face into Yan Che's neck, and his hot breath hit that white face On the skin, "Brother, you are so fragrant, and... still a little soft."

"How can anyone praise a man for being soft?" Yan Che squeezed his waist lightly to express his dissatisfaction, "Aren't you stupid? You are the most clumsy but prettiest among the group of people. In my eyes, you were always shining that day."

"Brother..." The young man who was praised so much that the deer bumped into him could no longer utter a word. The tip of his nose and lips moved back and forth on the soft and fragrant neck, and he took a few deep breaths irresistibly.

The two remained tender for a while before Yan Che gently pushed him away and led him into the toilet.After adjusting the water temperature, the big boy with "I want to wash with you" was left behind, and walked out with a smile.

Taking advantage of this time, Yan Che confirmed the ticket issuance situation again. After everything was ready, he carefully read the itinerary plan full of pages, and added the names of a few restaurants to it.

Ten minutes later, the narrow bathroom door opened from the inside, and An Rongyu, who was wiping his hair, walked out stepping on the clouds. There was nothing wrong with the size of the T-shirt. It was originally a loose design, but the girly pale pink made the corners of his mouth twitch.The hem of the clothes is not long, just past the hip bone, and the front and rear scenery can be seen at a glance, he is a little shy.Walking in front of Yan Che, he embarrassedly said, "Brother... why are your underwear so cute?"

Yan Che glanced at the bulging SpongeBob SquarePants, quickly looked away, coughed lightly and said, "I'm used to buying from this store, I don't want to change it." Then he got up and gave up the only chair, motioning him to sit down. Next, he said: "You can watch a movie or live broadcast for a while, and wait for me to take a shower."

An Rong and obediently sat down, watching Yan Che enter the bathroom with the clothes he had prepared.He swiped open his phone and replaced his WeChat profile picture with the photo of the two of them on Lancui Mountain.Taking a closer look this time, the two of them are very close, forehead to forehead, the boy's eyes are full of cautious joy, and the man's eyes are full of joy.Then, looking at Yan Che's WeChat nickname, he had a flash of inspiration and changed his WeChat name to "Hydrogen".

It turns out that many answers have long been written in the traces left by time.

After flipping through the photo album for a while, a low battery prompt popped up on the screen.An Rongyu walked to the door of the bathroom and said loudly, "Brother, can I use your charger?"

The sound of dripping water suddenly became quieter, Yan Che replied: "It's in the drawer of the desk, look for it."

After saying "yes", An Rongyu sat back on the chair, opened the drawer, and began to search carefully.Ten seconds later, I saw a white thread under a thick notebook.

He picked up the notebook with his left hand, and fished for the charger underneath with his right hand. Just as he was about to get it, a few photos were missing from the notebook.When I picked it up, it turned out to be a photo from the basketball game that year, and the main character was him at the age of 14.

He frowned when he first entered.

Listening to the coach's analysis in the crowd before the game.

The appearance of soaring into the air during the game.

The appearance of calling a player to pass the ball to oneself.

The way he wiped his tears with his team uniform under the basket after the end.

The male protagonist was almost in tears, and opened some old notebooks with trembling hands. The first record was on June 2014, 6.Only wrote a few neat lines:

one eye lock one fate

One sleeve with tears and one thought

A light is a dream

A piece of love and a lifetime of pity

This...is this about the day we met?An Ronghe thought to himself, according to what Yan Che said before, after this competition, the two of them haven't seen each other for a long time, so it should be... Maybe it was really written for him.Curious to uncover the answer, he went to read the content behind.

May 2015, 5: You are moving towards the trajectory of your life. If there is no me in front of you, please don't look back; and don't stay.

An Rongyu didn't remember what happened that day, but he just had a guess in his mind: Every year on Labor Day, Shang'an City will hold basketball trials.A month later, there will be a final on a certain weekend.Could it be that Yan Che also went to watch the game that day, but because he had already quit the school team, he couldn't meet him?

With doubts, he continued to read.There are several pages in the middle that are full of incomprehensible content. After being idle for a month, until January 2016, 1, I wrote another article:

Shuanghe Zhenyu went south, stopped and circled again and asked me, did I die?Is it heartbreaking?

He guessed in his heart that according to the time, this article should have been written when Yan's father died.Sure enough, a few days later, another one was added:

Wanderer

The wind blows the remaining plum away from the people and returns

Tears of new graves added to old graves

Brocade quilt cool and thin pillow like iron

Invite the moon to drink three or two cups

Presumably this is the poem he wrote when he buried his father after returning home.An Rong and his heart ached, it was hard to imagine how Yan Che spent these lonely years alone.

He wiped away his tears and turned to the next page. It was February 2016, 2:

For you, I long for - created by heaven and earth, there is no one in a million, vigorous and immortal.For you, I'm afraid—missing the opportunity, not being able to love, not being with me in time, everything will be over.

An Ronghe remembered the day he met Yan Che, February 2016, 2, and he didn't know the purpose of this record for the time being.But then came the text of the day:

I want to rippling in your eyes

want to wander in your mind

want to wander in your dreams

I want to wander in your heart

He laughed through tears, thinking that this was the day they met again, what Yan Che was thinking, his heart was so sweet that it seemed to be soaked in a honeypot, and he was bored inside and out.

"You...why are you looking at this?" Before he knew it, Yan Che came out of the shower, and rushed over with the hand that was wiping his hair, intending to snatch the notebook.

"Brother...the photo fell out when I was looking for the charger, so I just..." An Ronghe protected the notebook with both hands, just like Yan Che used his hands to protect the love letter before.

"You... Forget it, let's see. Anyway, sooner or later, I have to explain to you." Yan Che pulled him to sit on a spacious bed. I don't know what kind of material the mattress is made of. It's hard, not like An Rongyu at all. The beds are bouncy.

Flipping the notebook back to the first page, Yan Che explained one by one: "I wrote this when I first met you. I fell in love with you at first sight. In the following year, a basketball game will be held in May. I went to watch every game, but I never saw you again. At that time, I thought, you probably graduated from junior high school and went to another school, so after watching the finals on the 5th, I came back I wrote these few sentences blindly.

"On January 1th, my dad passed away. He... committed suicide. It can be said that he was trapped by love. He and my mother were childhood sweethearts, and they had such a good relationship that everyone who knew them regarded them as a model couple. I grew up , never saw them fight. My mom died of cancer when I was a sophomore in high school. Since then, my dad has been a different person. When he is at home, he locks himself in his room. I don’t know what he is doing, but he just wakes up every morning. , There were a lot of wine bottles in the trash can. He seldom talked to me, and sometimes he didn’t even cook.

"It wasn't until after he passed away that I realized that he had suffered from depression a long time ago. In the end... probably because I missed my mother too much. I went home that summer, and when I went to the market to buy vegetables, some of my father's Old acquaintances also asked me, I haven’t seen him for a long time. They said that it’s good to see him in the past two days, and let me go back and tell my dad.”

Yan Che started to choke up, and the liquid in his eye sockets couldn't hold back, but his tone seemed to be telling someone else's story, neither sad nor happy.An Rongyu felt so distressed that he was about to twitch, he wiped away his tears and asked, "Brother, what is blue hands?"

Yan Che looked up at the sky, and continued: "A kind of mushroom. If you eat it before it is cooked, you will have hallucinations. After my mother passed away, he would buy this kind of mushroom every summer vacation. Every time I eat it, I will see it full of mushrooms. The villain is dancing. I know, he misses my mother so much, so he deliberately doesn't cook, waiting for the hallucination to bring my mother to him.

"So I tell you I'm sorry because...it hurts so much for me to see my dad like this. When I think that one day you will leave me in some way, I just...I can't bear that kind of life. Do you know? All these years after my mother left, even when my father was still there, I felt that there was no difference between whether he was there or not. It was loneliness... a very hypocritical kind of loneliness. I couldn't cry or laugh .

"Later he also left and left me a sum of money, enough for me to finish my postgraduate studies. I couldn't find you at the time, so I planned to go abroad to study for a Ph. D., and try to stay there in the future. Anyway, this place is for me... It can be regarded as nothing to worry about. Unexpectedly, when I came back from the winter vacation, I saw you at the gate of Shangfu. It turns out that you have been so close to me...

"It was raining lightly that day, and it was getting dark. I followed you and knew where you lived. It was so close. At that time, I almost rushed up to find your contact information... After I got home, I planned to go out to find a tutor. Try your luck. The next day I was waiting for you at the school gate ahead of time... It was not a coincidence that I followed you all the way to the alley... I have been looking for you for two years, I know... how can there be so much luck in the world."

An Rongyu, who was listening quietly at the side, was sobbing at this moment, feeling like he had shed all his tears for a lifetime.He hated himself for being powerless, for not being able to be by Yan Che's side earlier, to accompany him through these years of loneliness.

With red eyes, Yan Che wiped away his tears with a smile, then took him into his arms, stroked his back lightly, and said, "I'm sorry, I knew that night on Lancui Mountain, but I... ...I was too entangled during that time. On the one hand, I was afraid that I would become like my father, and on the other hand, I was not sure about your feelings for me. I always didn't believe that you would... like me."

An Rongyu sobbed, and sobbed: "Brother...don't, don't say sorry...if you don't believe me, I...I'll talk until you believe..."

Yan Che smiled and said, "I believe it. Then I thought, it's better to wait until you finish the college entrance examination. At that time, as an adult, you should make a decision that can bear the responsibility. But I... I can't help it all the time, I want to get close to you... In your opinion, maybe it's a little too ambiguous."

Recalling the recent intensified behavior of the other party, An Rongyu also laughed - it turned out that his bold conjectures were all true.It turns out that if you like someone, you will really show your feelings.It turns out that in this world, there is really love at first sight, mutual consent.

A little bit of warm water dripped from the tip of his hair, Yan Che let go of his embrace, and continued to wipe with a towel.When the moisture was exhausted, he turned around and fetched the love letter, and opened it with bright eyes.

"Ah...Brother, why don't you read it?" An Rongyu held the notebook in one hand, and wanted to grab the love letter with the other, "I don't know how to write poetry..."

"If you give it to me, it's mine." Yan Che patted his head, motioning him to sit down obediently, "The genre doesn't matter, as long as it's written by you, it's... fine."

An Rongyu blushed and stopped struggling, and offered to blow his hair.Yan Che smiled and shed tears when he saw this love letter, which was full of lovesickness in every stroke.Before the two lines eagerly fell to the ground, they were hastily kissed away.

Look at each other again.

His eyes wandered around his slightly parted lips, and the air around him became hot.The boy poked his lips up again, and as soon as he touched the two lips he dreamed of, he was gently pushed away by the smiling man.After touching the man back and forth a few times, the boy looked at the man more and more greedily, frowning slightly, his slender fingers running through the curly hair exuding the fragrance of shampoo, after being teased a few times, he With a muffled snort, he pushed the man's face away with force, then bit those naughty lips hard, and put them in his mouth to punish him.

Yan Che was led to stand up, revealing the underwear under the skirt - a brown bear.On the cute bear face in the front, the dark brown nose is lifelike and sticks out from the ground.The round and plump bear's butt on the back makes people want to reach out and stroke it a few times.

The lips and tongues that were still about to refuse and greet had already begun to respond eagerly.During the lingering deep kiss, the two embraced and walked to the side of the bed. Yan Che's knees pressed against the bed, and with a slight push, he sat up on it.

It seems that they have practiced too many times in their dreams, and the movements of each other slowly transition from clumsy to delicate, and from the long kiss, they exchange long-awaited emotions.

Crazy love, obsession, longing, persistence, greed, madness, possession.

In the flustered lingering, I accidentally clicked on a certain cartoon on the video website, telling the story of a Pinocchio virus outbreak in a village-people who tell lies will have longer noses, just like The protagonist of that fairy tale is Pinocchio.

In the age and cognition of that village, homosexual behavior is still a kind of mental illness, not only will be regarded as a poisonous snake by the villagers, but also be twisted by the parents and sent to the hospital for treatment.

However, even in such a harsh environment, there are still two childhood sweethearts who develop a secret love for each other day and night.However, they were instilled with the distorted idea that homosexuality is a disease since they were young, so they played tricks on each other clumsily and refused to reveal their hearts.

Until one day, the Pinocchio virus broke out in the village, and people with weird long noses could be seen everywhere on the street.Most of the time, this kind of sickness can help the village chief to judge some trivial things that some parents are short-sighted and sneaky.

Over time, there was a strange and harmonious atmosphere in the village. No one chewed their tongues, and no one stole. Everyone dared not speak recklessly outside, for fear of being caught by someone.

One day, the two teenagers did their homework together as usual.The woman who came into the room to deliver the fruit smiled and said, "The relationship between you two has been so good since we were young", then turned and walked out the door.

The woman's son blushed, said "nothing" without thinking, and his nose grew longer.Another handsome boy also blushed and said, "Just, just, who likes to be with you?" Not surprisingly, his nose also became longer.

For the next 5 minutes, the two young men just criticized each other's shortcomings, using this as a reason to express that they would not like each other at all.The last two red noses are both scary. In order to compare who told more lies, the handsome boy took out a ruler and measured it carefully.

The boy who spoke first grew 20 centimeters, and the handsome boy grew 18 centimeters.The youngsters who knew that their intentions were fully exposed hung their heads in worry, and then said at the same time: "Actually, I..."

There is no need to say the following words, the two have already read each other's thoughts from their long noses.The teenagers who pierced the window paper cried and hugged each other, wanting to kiss each other, but got into a fight because their noses were too long.

At this moment, the two long noses are like long swords in fencing, interlaced against each other, and there is a feeling of collision with hard objects.In order to detoxify, the two blushed and said the words in their hearts at the same time: "Actually, I like you very much".

The virus failed, and the two tear-stained faces were finally pressed together tightly, and sweet kisses fell on the lips one after another.

The animation stopped abruptly here, and I don't know where the two deviant teenagers will go.At this time, the two who were kissing also stopped their mouth movements - if they continue to be so lingering, they may not be able to help but explode.

An Rong and hoarsely said "ah", then hugged the person who was making trouble in his chest, and forced out a sentence: "Brother...you are really..." He paused and calmed down, " Brother, I have dreamed many times, just holding you like this, kissing you... kissing you for a whole day."

With his head buried tightly, Yan Che, who was secretly blushing, suddenly got out from the circle of arms, his watery peach eyes fluttered his long eyelashes, and after he said "me too", he retracted his head again.

"Ah...brother, you...you really want my life..." An Rongyu, who seemed to be under a fatal attack, felt as if his brain and heart were about to melt away, and he was about to go to the moon and pick the stars lightly.

The surrounding scenery was clear and bright, and he felt the temperature in his arms, which seemed to be the same as in his dream. Then, on the fluffy black hair, he gently kissed him, and his movements were as skillful as in countless kisses. As practiced at night.

Sure enough, it is that familiar fragrance, elegant, calm, addictive like heroin, and fascinating like ghosts.

A night without dreams.The morning light couldn't reach the bedside in the deep part of the room, and the light that I forgot to turn off replaced its role, faintly teasing the eyelids of the two of them.

The author has something to say:

Well, it's locked... I tried my best to change it, I hope you can understand my hard work!

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