Lin Leyang dreamed that a stationery shop was filled with colorful hair straps, and there were young students around him. He heard himself ask, "Would I be fine to raise my hair?"

How old was he at that time? Twenty-five or twenty-six? Nothing important is that.

The picture became a blur again. He could not see clearly on his eyes, nor could he see who the person standing beside him, but he just knew the name of that person.

Ji Wanke.

He recited it silently in his heart, and once again heard his voice saying, "I'll raise my hair, will you comb it for me?"

He didn't get the answer.

The dream continues.

The water in the bathroom was warm and washed away his body in a cool and cool manner. He washed himself very cleanly, stepped on the beige floor with his bare feet, leaving no obvious water marks, falling one step at a time.

It had just rained heavily that day, and there were intermittent traces of rain on the window, like lingering silk threads no longer lingering, like spider webs just halfway.

The temperature inside was a little cold, but he didn't notice it at all.

In the unfamiliar room, there was a familiar glasses box next to the pillow, and he sat down and stroked it, as he had done many times before.

Lin Leyang is a person who is too afraid of loneliness.

Before he was eighteen, he was loved by his parents and sister. After he was eighteen, he met Ji Wanke. He was a typical person with a good appearance and a bad temper, but he was more patient with him.

Lin Leyang grew up in a honeypot.

He has never had great ambitions, is carefree and free. He has been learning painting for a long time and said he would not learn. He could say frankly to his classmates in high school: "I don't have any lofty ideals."

He had the confidence to say these words, and his family was so harmonious that others were envious of.

Even if you have no ambitions or ideals, you can live your life safely and happily.

Lin Leyang's gaze slowly passed through this unfamiliar room, from the lights on the ceiling to the trash cans covered with white garbage bags on the ground, slippers were disposable, but this was not a hotel.

What will the living room look like and what will the kitchen look like?

He sat on the bed with his legs crossed, thinking about it while stroking his left wrist - there was nothing, no ugly scars, no pain.

He is dreaming.

Dreams in various senses.

Suddenly I figured out something.

He lives here, he bought the garbage bags, and he chose the lights above his head. It seems that the garbage cans and garbage cans are not. He is not the only one living in this house.

——This is his home.

Lin Leyang woke up from his dream. This time he really woke up. The pillow was wet, and even the temples were wet. He wiped it off randomly. More tears came out of his eyes. His heart was burned and torn apart, and even the scabbed scars on his wrists hurt. His sobs were like a mourning sound, stuffed in his throat, and his sadness was swallowed and he could not vent.

Someone pushed open the door and walked in quickly. He fell into an overly warm embrace. When he looked up, he saw Li Chuan staring at him anxiously.

His hand fell on Li Chuan's arm, dragging a wooden board like a person falling into the water, and grabbing a branch like a person falling off a cliff, while he grabbed Li Chuan.

Zhao Ruixiao followed behind and stopped at the door tactfully, listening to the young voice to comfort the person in his arms, his eyes fell on Lin Leyang's bedside, beside his pillow, the glasses box was still there, and there were a pair of silver-framed glasses lying inside.

That was Ji Wanke's birthday gift to him.

Lin Leyang always thought he was not mature enough and always wanted to decorate himself with external objects. At first, he straightened his hair and then wanted a pair of glasses.

Ji Wanke said that there was no need, and on Lin Leyang's 26th birthday, he gave him a pair, took him to measure the number, drew a circle around his glasses with his fingers, and said softly: "It's better not to wear it."

Lin Leyang promised him: "I won't wear it when I see you."

Lin Leyang's birthday was in March, and the accident happened in May.

Ji Wanke's death came as fast and suddenly as the rain that day, without giving anyone a chance to react.

Fate is not tolerant of him at all.

Lin Leyang's growth is divided into three stages: one is entering university after the age of 18, the second is the heavy snow that happened in the year of graduation, and the third is the accident two years ago, Ji Wanke died in a car accident.

Since then, Lin Leyang has hardly worn those glasses in public. He put it in the most accessible place, protected it well, and asked it to accompany him to fall asleep.

There is no way, that was given to him by Ji Wanke.

He would only put it on and see Ji Wanke on the day of the festival.

This is exactly the opposite of what is promised.

But it doesn't matter.

Anyway, Ji Wanke couldn't jump out and teach him a lesson in anger.

Or rather - he wished the other party could cheat a corpse.

Of course it is impossible, Ji Wanke is dead.

Without rescue and long wait, the truck lost control and ran away in the heavy rain.

Death on the spot.

Zhao Ruixiao looked at the glasses box lying by the bed, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

Even though the memory disappeared, he couldn't let it go.

What to do?

He was confused for a moment, his brows frowned and let go.

Li Chuan knew clearly, he knew a lot, and knew that Lin Leyang had a lover before and that person died.

This is something that Lin Leyang has never known now.

However, he is still here, gently and firmly comforting Lin Leyang, who was out of control due to his dreams.

Why?

There was a voice in his heart asking.

Li Chuan and Lin Leyang did not have enough time to support such a huge love, and Lin Leyang was the same. He never relied on anyone except Ji Wanke.

Lin Leyang is actually very independent. If he is willing to pretend to be fine, pretend not to be sick, pretend to be anorexia, and live without dealing with it, no one can see that until things can no longer be hidden, he will only say calmly: "It's okay, it will be fine soon, you don't have to worry about me."

He lives like he dies.

Lin Leyang stopped crying, but there was a new despair in his heart overwhelmed him.

Ji Wanke's name seemed to be engraved into his bones, filling his past memories.

But now I was by his side to comfort him, and the person who hugged him was obviously Li Chuan.

I was a bad person. He repeated this sentence in his heart, trying to push the boy away, but ended up getting a kiss that fell on his lips.

Lin Leyang's eyes became hot again, and he said aggrievedly: "You can't kiss me now."

Li Chuan was stunned, then pursed his lips and asked, "Why? Brother."

He always calls himself "brother", sometimes very gentle and sometimes has a bit of bad intentions.

Lin Leyang likes it very much.

He likes Li Chuan.

The beating of the heart cannot deceive people, and love cannot deceive people. When he sees Li Chuan, he can't help but like and love.

Lin Leyang did not answer because Li Chuan kept kissing him, and the kiss fell on his forehead, cheeks and eyebrows, as if refuting him - why can't I kiss, I just want to kiss.

Even Lin Leyang likes this little childishness.

He likes him very much.

But the dream divided him into two halves.

Half trapped in memories, half in reality.

When Lin Leyang calmed down his emotions, he found that there was still someone standing at the door, and he was not very good.

Li Chuan was calm and his arms were still firmly on Lin Leyang's waist.

Zhao Ruixiao finally took a step forward, "Leyang, have you had a nightmare?"

Lin Leyang subconsciously shrank behind Li Chuan, and Li Chuan naturally protected him.

Zhao Ruixiao laughed, "Is he treating me as a bad person?"

"No, but dreams are not important." Li Chuan turned his head, pressed his hand on the back of Lin Leyang's neck and pressed his head against his head, "It's best if I don't remember."

Lin Leyang felt a little embarrassed. After all, there were outsiders watching him. He wanted to break away, but Li Chuan hugged him even more. The young aura covered his whole body and his head was leaning on his shoulder, "Don't refuse me."

Lin Leyang immediately surrendered and allowed Li Chuan to hug him under the eyes of others.

Even the declaration of sovereignty is very similar to Ji Wanke.

Zhao Ruixiao smiled helplessly.

After Li Chuan's trouble, Lin Leyang really couldn't remember the scene in his dream. He lowered his eyelashes and quietly held Li Chuan's clothes with his fingers.

By then, several people were already sitting at the dining table.

He was carrying a bag of cherries and putting the plastic bag on the table. The round fruits spread out and spread the red table. "Will you just wait for me?"

Zhao Ruixiao shrugged without commenting.

Li Chuan insisted on telling the truth: "The rice has not been stewed yet."

Wu Xu: "Haha."

He looked at Lin Leyang sitting next to him. Lin Leyang began to stop talking. After quieting, he looked more like before he lost his memory. Even if he cut off his hair, he could not hide his beautiful fragility. It was like a high-legged crystal cup. The wall of the cup was too thin and it trembled with a slight bounce. He reminded people to take it gently, otherwise it would break.

He is already broken.

Lin Leyang was in a bad mood. He didn't take the initiative to speak until the second half of the meal and said to Li Chuan: "I can't eat so much."

Li Chuan then put the rice into his bowl, but instead of continuing to eat it on his own, he had to feed Lin Leyang a spoonful after taking a few bites.

At first, Lin Leyang wanted to shake his head and refuse, but Li Chuan took his hand back, and after a while, he was like amnesia, and handed it to Lin Leyang again.

Lin Leyang's eyes swept over Wu Xu and Zhao Ruixiao, and Wu Xu simply pretended to be blind and bury his head.

He felt at ease like a stolen bell, he held the spoon, the rice grains, and rolled the tip of his tongue into his mouth.

Under the table, Lin Leyang left his slippers in place, stepped barefoot on the floor, moving restlessly, rubbing against Li Chuan's legs, and only rubbing against his legs.

Li Chuan put his hand down and pinched it on his thigh, but it was not to stop him. There was a smile in his eyes, which was more like encouraging him and indulging him.
Chapter completed!