Nonlinear Love

On the day when he was twenty years old, it was raining like a note, and he was teetering on the roof of the hospital, and all his thoughts were lost.

If he hadn't run into Chiliang who was passing by and stretched out his hand that day, he might have died.

Unexpectedly, going around and traveling back to the past, in the dark, on the day of his seventeenth birthday, Chi Li actually brought him back.

Su Lian believed in gods and Buddhas a lot, he thought, is this the unfinished frontier that the Buddha said.

What about you, is it true or false? Chi Wanjian said nothing, raised his hand and waved his ID card in front of his eyes.

Su Lian fell into memory, rubbing the back of his hand in his trouser pocket unconsciously, as if blistering, and it hurts to press.

After a long time, he remembered to answer the question: Well, it's today.

Happy birthday. Chi Wang scratched his hair and chuckled softly, I don't have any cake here, why don't I set a fire for you and make a wish?

As he spoke, he raised his hand to turn off the light in the room, and took out the lighter in his trouser pocket.

The pulley rolled, and with a click, a cluster of flames jumped up, and the beating flames jumped in the darkness.

Su Lian lowered his eyes and suppressed his emotions: No need, I have good intentions, but it's only my birthday.

It's only once a year that you don't cherish it.

Chi Huang touched him with his elbow, and urged him with the lighter, Hurry up, hurry up, the wind will burn your hair in a while.

This person is not only stupid, but also naive, far from the calm Chi Wang.

It's just that when he said this, the dark pupils were clearly brightened by the firelight.

Su Lian suddenly felt that it was not a bad thing for a seventeen-year-old boy to be aggressive and flamboyant.

He closed his eyes and thought, no matter what, I hope Chi Wang can live a long life.

When he opened it again, he sighed at the lighter, the flame suddenly went out, and the room fell into darkness.

Chi Wang's sloppy voice came, and his tone sounded quite sincere: Then wish you a wish come true.

Su Lian stared at the dim shadow in the room, for a while he couldn't tell the difference between time and space, and he was a little dazed.

The moonlight outside the window penetrated a little, and the silhouette of the boy gradually became clearer, and the illusion slowly turned into reality. The face in my memory slowly overlapped with the one in front of me, and the deep facial features became greener and sharper.

That slender hand was playing with the lighter and spinning around in boring circles.

Still not the same.

Su Lian was disappointed and said, Thank you.

Then what, the Internet cafe has speakers, how about I give you a birthday song for free?

Chi Wang was excited, and his voice was laughing: Chinese, English, Thailand, Singapore, Indonesia, which version do you want to listen to? Or a song to say goodbye to all your troubles?

This person is really good at destroying the atmosphere, and Su Lian is very annoyed at the moment: ...Please, don't bother, I'm going to sleep.

The Internet cafe is now crowded with people, he really can't afford to lose this person, and has experienced the second social death.

This stupid bī really has nothing to do with the person he likes.

Chi Li snorted, his tone sounded very regretful.

He bent down and threw the quilt on the sofa onto the sofa, turned around and went out, leaving an empty room.

Su Lian took off his shoes and lay down, pulling the quilt to cover it, feeling that all this was still unreal. The biological clock has passed, the eyelids are heavy, but the brain is awake.

What happened to Chili afterward, so that he changed so much from his personality to his habits?

He himself knew that he had a tough temperament and a bad temperament, and he was prone to bào rashness, but he had encountered Chi Huang, who had a more gentle and meticulous temperament.

But now, the person who warmed him is long gone, and he seems to have returned to a state of loneliness. alone, alone.

It was obviously that person who took the initiative to recruit him, why did he disappear.

In the dark of the night, Su Lian wrapped the quilt tightly and fell into an unstable sleep.

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At three o'clock in the morning, when Chi Wang yawned and entered the door, Su Lian had already moved to the edge of the sofa, shaky.

The thin Xia was thrown to the ground in a mess, and the hem of the white sweater was lifted up, revealing a small section of the thin waist. Further up, the cool face, which has always been expressionless, looked a little pale, almost transparent by the moonlight, and had a cold sense of vulnerability.

It's just that the slender arms are hanging down on the edge, the five fingers are hooked on the sofa, and the stubborn struggle is very funny.

You're sleeping really well. Chi Liang gritted his teeth, pinched his narrow wrist, and threw it back on his lower abdomen.

Su Lian frowned slightly, turned over to lie on his side, his breath was blocked by Chi Li's loose T-shirt fabric, and muttered, You don't fucking believe what you said.

It's okay to have such a bad temper when you sleep.

Chi Li, who was lying on the gun for no reason, stared at the face that was almost buried in his abdomen, stretched out his hand and flicked it with his fingers, and asked in a low voice, Hey, do you want to go to bed?

Su Lian murmured, unable to understand what he said, then opened his mouth and bit his fingertips fiercely, like a little dog.

Fuck, you are really my nemesis. Chi Wang quickly drew back his finger, with a rather sharp tooth mark on it.

Caring in place, benevolence and righteousness, he is too lazy to care.

Just as he turned around, he heard a thud behind him, a muffled sound in the silent night.

Chi Li was shocked, and turned his head to see someone lying on the floor with his head up, with scattered hair on his forehead. His eyes were closed, but the crease between his brows deepened.

who doesn't have long eyes

Conscience praised him sleeping well, crazy.