He drank a bite of wine irritably, and Nolan said, "Don't drink anymore, you drink like this, what else do you drink, do you want to get drunk?"
"Drunk, sleep, and get on the road tomorrow." Lu Zhen joked, as if he couldn't go back.
Nolan listened to this, and was unhappy.
He took Lu Zhen's beer jar and did not allow him to continue drinking. This drinking more, hurting his body, especially as Lu Zhen, even hurt his body, not so much to drink ...
Lu Zhen simply lay on the sofa and didn't like to move.
Humming the folk song again.
Nolan suddenly said, "Don't snatch anymore."
Lu Zhen was surprised, "Do you don't like it? I like it very much."
Nolan looked at his wet and bright eyes, and suddenly felt that all blood rushed to a place, Nolan closed his eyes suddenly, Lu Zhen hummed again, Nolan's pain in his heart.
Silver lotus is a promise between them.
This folk song is the sweetness between them.
The promise is too heavy, it cannot be carried, sweet and sweet, unforgettable.
His memory returned more than ten years ago, and the warfire was filled with the fire. The town was desolate and lonely. There was a place, very beautiful, and planted a lot of beautiful trees.
In autumn, the leaves are yellow.
The sun is spilled inextricably.
A slightly taller boy took a slightly short man and walked on the trail, holding his hands, and the tall boy taught the short boy to hum.
They are very happy.
On the face of Nolan, he floated pain. Every time he thought about it, he wanted to let this picture fix, and he wanted to make this road long and long, enough to hold hands in hand and walk to the white hair.
The picture has turned.
It is also autumn, late autumn, orange -yellow leaves are all falling, chic, tall boys sit on the steps full of fallen leaves, blow the piano, and blow this folk song.
The short boy held his chin, looked at him worship, and smiled.
His eyes were bright and humid, like gems, simple and cute. The tall boy was very happy. He pulled him over, sat next to him, and taught him how to blow the piano.
Intimacy.
Suddenly, a sound of explosion sounded, all the sweet pictures were fragmented.
Nolan opened his eyes suddenly, Lu Zhen squinted his eyes, hummed the song, and didn't notice the strangeness of Nolan.
He hates war.
I hate it.
Therefore, he hates terrorists.
If there is no war, those soft and warm pasts will not be turned into bubbles. Without the war, the soft people in his heart will not become such a cold and hard blood, suffering from blood, suffering.
Today, Lu Zhen, he loves and hates.
"Daniel ..." Lu Zhen sat up suddenly, opened sharply, and the lonely and quiet folk songs were broken instantly. He breathed shortly, as if he was caught by the past, Nolan glared his eyes.
What did he hear?
Daniel?
Lu Zhen was blank, and when he saw Nolan's shocking look, he stunned, and his face in the memory suddenly closed up with the face of the person in front of him.
When he reacted, the man had been pushed to the sofa, and his lips were blocked by Nolan.
His breathing was rapid and burning. Lu Zhen's back was numb, and he reached out and hugged him. He kissed back.