dark white star

"Hello? Han Yu? Hello?" Zhou Yan was stunned for a few seconds and then took down the phone. Seeing that he had returned to the initial interface, he was a little confused, and Han Yu had already hung up the phone.

Although Han Yu has never said something like this to Zhou Yan before, or it contains any confession information, today is the first time, but it is too strange to be stuck at such a time...

And after he finished speaking, he quickly hung up the phone, and Zhou Yan glanced at the time displayed on the phone - [-]:[-], which didn't have any special meaning.

Zhou Yan smacked his lips, and temporarily interpreted this little accident as Han Xi's shyness in the middle of speaking.

Feeling unexpectedly good, Zhou Yan smiled and went into the room to get clothes.

Han Yu sat in the darkness, but his eyes were amazingly bright. He folded his fingers and lit them up one by one.

It's almost dawn, and it's time for some people outside to see clearly.

"Are you sure there is really one here?" Han Wei kicked away a pile of empty cardboard boxes irritably, and the dust on the ground rose up, like a cloud of unclear fog.

Sweat dripped from Lai Pitou's forehead, and he looked a bit embarrassed. He sat on the pile of cardboard boxes panting and said out of breath, "I clearly remember that it was here, why isn't it there?"

Han Wei rolled his eyes at him angrily, "If you can't find it, just wait."

Lai Pitou panicked a little, he softened his tone and said: "Wait a minute, brother, you look carefully, I'm sure it's nearby, really."

"Okay," Han Wei took out the small plastic bag Wan Liang gave him before from the inner pocket of his jacket, poured a little powder out of it, put it on his fingers, inhaled it along the nasal cavity, and then rubbed his nose.

"Uh...it's much better." Han Wei turned his neck, lowered his head and started searching again.

"Wait," Han Wei's eyes lit up. A little suspicious white powder was scattered on the pile of cardboard boxes where Lai Pitou was sitting just now. Han Wei waved him to stand up.

After searching for a while, Han Wei raised a plastic bag from the gap in the floor with trembling hands, which was the same as the one he was holding before, and it was full of similar powder.

"This...these," Lai Pi tried his best to bend down, trying to see the shocking number hidden under the floor.

Deeper in the floor, the pure white that greets the eyes grows the desire of poppies, plundering desire and life, but it makes people want to stop.

"Hurry up, find something to put it on," Lai Pitou laughed out of sweat, his trembling hands touched the intoxicating white color, but Han Wei stopped him.

"Stupid! Do you want us to be discovered?" Han Wei sternly slapped his hand back, "You can only pretend a little at a time! You fucking teach me to be smart."

The sound of footsteps coming down the stairs suddenly sounded in the distance, Han Wei turned his head in horror, and saw a white figure at the stairs against the light.

"What are you doing?" Wan Liang clenched the knife in his hand and walked slowly towards the basement.

"Can't you see what he wants to do?" The next morning, when Han Yu walked into the classroom, Gao Chonghong shuddered inexplicably. He bumped Li Hong's elbow to signal him to look ahead.

Li Hong whispered in his ear with a guilty conscience: "Are you overthinking? It was so dark yesterday, and we deliberately pulled the switch. It is impossible for him to see us."

Gao Chonghong looked nervously at Han Yu's upright back and said, "It's also possible that you spoke too loudly at the door yesterday and exposed us."

Looking at Gao Chonghong's face, Li Hong felt disgusted with this person for the first time, and silently withdrew his arm on the table.

"You didn't see the way he looked at me when he first entered the classroom," Gao Chonghong said, "with a smile!" He folded the English book into folds, completely ignoring the image he created before.

Li Hong just nodded indifferently without commenting.Although he really didn't like Han Yu before, and he had that kind of status.

But what Gao Chonghong did now even made him doubt whether all the things he said about Han Yu's sexuality were true.

The lively recess was accompanied by chases in the hallway, and the years just happened to be carefree. Gao Chongrong stared out of the window in a daze of boredom, and snapped his fingers to pull him back into the classroom.

He raised his eyes, outside the window, Han Yu was passing by carrying a pile of notebooks from the office, Gao Chonghong hurriedly turned his head, but the moment he looked back, he saw Han Yu heading in his direction, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.

"It's Sunday today, kid, do you have time?" Zhou Yan put on his tie carefully in front of the mirror, "It's only two hours, I'll try to hurry up."

Han Yu frowned, "Hurry up? Brother Yan, what are you doing?"

Zhou Yan pursed her lips and said, "Just wait, I'll pick you up after class."

Looking at the shabby floors and the bleak environment in front of him, Han Xi tilted his head and looked at Zhou Yan: "Mr. Zhou, do you want to take advantage of others by bringing me here?"

After staying with Zhou Yan for a long time, her words would become glib, Han Xi raised her head and smiled.

Zhou Yan opened his mouth and rubbed Han Yu's head a few times, "What are you thinking? Even if it is, I can't find a grass or something to punish you on the spot? Don't talk to Liang Liang and those shameless little people on the Internet when you are young. Girls learn."

It is obvious that someone has nothing to hide in his mouth.Han Yu cursed silently in her heart, but she kept up with the tall man in front without stopping.

Going up the stairs one by one, Zhou Yan looked over carefully, and sometimes his footsteps would pause, as if he was quite nostalgic for this place.Han Yu quietly turned her head to see his expression, but the corridor was dim, so she couldn't see clearly.

"Here." Zhou Yan stopped in front of a wooden door, took out a copper key from his suit pocket, touched it, and opened the door.

Zhou Yan took a step sideways and made a gesture of invitation, "Please come in."

Han Xie glanced at him, and then carefully stepped on the first floor at the entrance, as if starting a dusty memory trip.

"I rented this house when I was most embarrassed." Zhou Yan's eyes were smiling, but Han Yu could see a touch of sadness inside.

He just heard Zhou Yan's past in a sentence from Zhou Mu, and when he saw it, he still felt stuffy in his heart. It turned out that the person he always thought was dazzling and unreachable had also suffered from dust.

"...I didn't like this feeling very much before," Zhou Yan stepped on a creaking wooden board, put his hands on the edge of the mottled sofa, and walked along the corridor to the center of the narrow living room, where there was a piano.

"At that time, the landlord was a smiling old lady, and the piano was left to him by her deceased husband," Zhou Yan opened the piano cover and sat down, stroking the black and white keyboard with his fingers, and said slowly, like a memory, "My first When I first saw this piano, I thought, this is it.”

Han Xie found a chair beside her, wiped the dust off it and sat down. The sun-facing window was full of square sunlight.It was like a golden stream as it poured down.

Zhou Yan sat in the sun with a soft side face.

He lowered his eyes slightly, "I said before that I will play it for you when I find a chance, listen carefully."

Han Yu held his breath.

He seems to have seen Zhou Yan countless times when he lost confidence in life and relatives, sitting alone in the afternoon, playing the piano quietly, throwing away all yesterday, and glowing slightly.

Han Yu suddenly knew the reason why Zhou Yan said to him that the two of them were very similar. The light he always thought was actually a little bit of struggle under the cover of countless darkness. Han Yu who had never thought about this Xi suddenly feels very sorry for this glamorous looking man in front of him.

It is because Zhou Yan has shouted in the endless days that Zhou Yan understands Han Yu, cherishes him, and wants to give him the best.

In the early spring breeze, a scarred boy with his back against the light stubbornly looked up to see another man with spread wings playing slowly in the golden water. The shadows of the two were so different, yet strangely similar.Attract each other and grow each other.

Maybe Zhou Yan is not redemption or anything to Han Yu, but he is the person in this world who makes Han Yu look forward to something good tomorrow. He is a piece of pine branches floating down after the first snow, which makes people cherish The kind of person who wants to catch but is afraid of melting.

The sound of the piano was melodious, and Zhou Yan's wrist was lightly beating on the keyboard. Han Yu watched and listened quietly. Although there was a small creaking noise when stepping on the pedal, Han Yu still listened fascinatedly and treasured it very much. As if tomorrow is gone, every minute is worth cherishing.

"Han Yu," Zhou Yan said when the last sound stopped, "The sentence you said to me yesterday was very good."

"Huh?" Han Yu didn't respond.

"You never said it before," Zhou Yan felt a little surprised, "I have never brought anyone here before, and you are the first."

"I want to say," Zhou Yan turned around and said to Han Yu, "I'll tell you all about the unbearable, painful, and happy things before, and I want you to see a complete Zhou Yan, see clearly the person you love."

Han Xi blinked slowly and nodded, he heard his heart beating heavily on his chest, "Yeah."

"So, come on, would you like to?" Zhou Yan said with a smile, a strange light came out of his eyes, as if the depths of his pupils were lit up.

Han Yu glanced at Zhou Yan, raised the corner of her mouth and said, "Yes."

There are white migratory birds rising above the distant lake, and their chirping sound is like the inner cry of a person who owns very little.

Zhou Yan's fingers touched Han Yu's face, and he lowered his head so preciously before, looking carefully at the person in front of him.

Han Yu smiled and brushed Zhou Yan's broken hair up, "You know Zhou Yan, you look like the one below."

"Do you know what you're talking about?" Zhou Yan gritted his teeth and said with a smile, then kissed the thin and cool lips of the person in front of him.

I just realized today that the reason why I am wandering is that I am approaching you.

Never have we been so connected.

The author has something to say: "I just found out today that the reason why I am wandering is that I am approaching you." - "The Bridge of Madison County"

Remember what you love.

(The author wrote a chapter with a fever, if there are mistakes, please forgive me, little angels. ⊙︿⊙)