"Put in some star anise and...sugar." Xu Chuanyang sat on the cooking table with a book in one hand and muttered lazily, "Put in less, give me another spoonful."
Ling Mobei hurriedly added another spoonful of sugar, "What next?"
"Put in soy sauce."
"Is this enough?"
"More, okay, it's almost done." Xu Chuanyang continued to read the recipe, suddenly realized and said dissatisfied: "Why do I have to smell the smoke while you are cooking?"
Ling Mobei hurriedly put the lid on the pot, "It's not you who bought a Chinese cookbook."
"It seems necessary to send you to learn Chinese."
"Okay, okay." Ling Mobei agreed. Why didn't he think of learning Chinese? This would be another excuse for him to stay in China.
Xu Chuanyang picked up the recipe and knocked on the top of his head, "No need."
He jumped off the kitchen table and walked out. Ling Mobei hurriedly followed him, his interest not diminishing, "I'm very interested. Please help me find a good school."
Xu Chuanyang walked into the bedroom, took out the two people's football uniforms, threw one set to him, "Put on your clothes first."
Ling Mobei held his clothes and wanted to go out.
"What are you afraid of, old man? I have what you have, so just change it here." Xu Chuanyang took off the black T-shirt outside and started to change clothes as if nothing had happened. Ling Mobei was a little embarrassed, but what he said made sense.
, we are all men, there really is nothing to worry about.
However, seeing his sexy figure with well-proportioned texture and smooth lines, he still swallowed secretly and couldn't help but stretched out his hand and gently poked his abdominal muscles. It felt very solid, like a piece of iron.
Xu Chuanyang looked at him funny, "Envy?"
Ling Mobei nodded, "Can I also practice like this?"
"You? I'm afraid not." Xu Chuanyang shook his head, "Take it off and let me take a look."
Ling Mobei took off his T-shirt and saw that he had a thin figure. Not to mention his abdominal muscles, it would be nice to have some muscle. Compared to Xu Chuanyang, he looked like a stunted child.
Xu Chuanyang stared at him for a while, then reached out and patted his chest until he took two steps back, "Hey, it hurts to use so much force."
Ling Mobei stared at him dissatisfied.
"I'm testing the raw materials." Xu Chuanyang approached him. The two of them were naked and stood face to face. In front of his majestic figure, Ling Mobei immediately felt that he was extremely small. "Okay, I admit it.
I can't build muscles like yours."
Xu Chuanyang smiled and reached out to rub the top of his head again. He nimbly dodged and suddenly reached out to touch his head. Xu Chuanyang didn't expect that he would suddenly fight back. He was stunned and asked him to rub it twice and mess it up.
Got a hairstyle.
Ling Mobei succeeded and ran away. In his excitement, he seemed to hit something and let out a scream.
Xu Chuanyang laughed loudly and shook his head helplessly, "Why are you running away? Clothes."
After eating, the two of them watched TV for a while before getting up unsteadily. There was almost no one on the court at night. They occupied one side of the court to play ball.
While they were having fun, Ling Mobei's phone suddenly rang. He glanced at the caller and kicked the ball at his feet to Xu Chuanyang, "I'm going to answer the phone."
"Yeah." Xu Chuanyang ran to the goal with the ball, kicked off, and shot.
Under the night light, he accidentally glanced here and saw Ling Mobei standing on the edge of the grass, holding a phone in his hand, with a strange expression on his face, as if he was arguing with someone.
Xu Chuanyang silently played with the ball at his feet and kept looking at him until he hung up the phone and ran over. He still had a leisurely smile on his face, clean and comfortable.
"Whose phone number?"
"A friend from Switzerland." His answer was calm and clear, but Xu Chuanyang was sensitive enough to find a hint of sadness under his eyes. He didn't ask further questions and passed the ball to him.
After sweating all over, I went home and took a hot shower, feeling refreshed and refreshed.
Xu Chuanyang still slept on the sofa, while Ling Mobei returned to his bedroom.
The lights had been turned off, and Xu Chuanyang was lying there, looking at the ceiling, with Ling Mobei's sad eyes today reflected in his mind.
There was a slight sound of footsteps in his ears. He raised his eyes and saw Ling Mobei standing in front of the sofa bed, looking at him pitifully and not speaking, like a homeless wanderer.
Xu Chuanyang moved inside and made room for someone.
Ling Mobei lay down next to him. The bed was too small to accommodate two adults, so they had to stay very close to each other.
"What's wrong?" It was difficult for him to have such a sad look on his always smiling face.
"It's nothing." Ling Mobei leaned her head against his chest, "Is it okay if I sleep here tonight?"
He didn't answer, but put a strong arm around his shoulders.
Ling Mobei curled up in front of him, hugged him back, and pressed her face closer to his arms, as if she was leaning on a harbor that could shelter her from the wind and rain.
"Xu Chuanyang."
"Um?"
"Do you want me to stay?"
I received a call from Ling's father today. It turned out that Ling's father already knew that he had joined the International Rescue Organization in Switzerland. Ling's father did not express his position, but Ling's mother had a very fierce attitude towards this matter. She firmly disagreed with her son being involved in danger.
, Moreover, he still needs to inherit the Ling family business. Unlike his brother, Ling Monan concentrates on studying medicine and can no longer run the family's huge medical industry. Therefore, he has been the heir to the family business since he was a child.
, Moreover, he also has a girl who grew up as a childhood sweetheart. That girl has long been recognized by the Ling family as his future daughter-in-law. Ling’s mother called this time to ask him to return to Switzerland quickly, get married as soon as possible and join the company to start.
practice.
"What happened?" Xu Chuanyang felt his sadness and patted his back comfortingly.
Ling Mobei shook his head, "Answer my question first."
Xu Chuanyang could not answer this question.
"Forget it, you don't have to answer me." Ling Mobei sighed, "I don't want to embarrass you."
He didn't speak quietly, as if he was asleep, but Xu Chuanyang knew that he was not asleep at all.
After a long time, Xu Chuanyang's voice sounded in the quiet living room, "If you are willing, I will wait for you at the stadium next weekend."
Ling Mobei was stunned for a moment. Although he didn't answer directly, the answer made him feel extremely gratified. He hugged him tighter with both hands, and his eye circles became moist unknowingly. He nodded heavily and said hard, "Yeah
"Sounded.
This is...enough!
Xu Chuanyang was originally going to return to the army, but suddenly he received a special mission and had to go to Japan.
Ling Mobei sat on the bed and watched him pack his luggage, "Are you going to go for a long time?"
"About a week." Xu Chuanyang buttoned up the box and rubbed his head out of habit. Ling Mobei didn't hide and allowed his big hands to mess up his hairstyle.
"Are you alone?"
"Me and Fatty."
"Then you should be careful."
He nodded, took out some cash and a bank card and handed it to him, "I'll leave this money for your pocket. If it's not enough, just take it from the card."
"Okay." Ling Mobei took it and raised his big blue eyes, "I'll give it to you."
"No, the car is downstairs. You just stay at home and look after the house these days, waiting for me to come back."
He pulled the suitcase and turned around. He suddenly ran to the opposite side of him, hugged him hard, said nothing, and stubbornly refused to let him go out like a child.
Xu Chuanyang smiled and patted his head, "I'll be back soon."
He reluctantly let go of his hand and watched him open the door and walk out. Although it was only a brief separation, Ling Mobei felt a fear of the end of the world in his heart. He stood in front of the window, opened a corner of the curtain, and looked at
He put the box in the trunk and got into the car.
The car moved further and further away until it disappeared from sight.
Ling Mobei turned around and looked at the glass cabinet at the back, which contained the sniper rifle that was always spotless.
He walked over, stretched out his hand and gently touched the gun body, as if touching its soul. What meaning did this gun have to him? Did the person in his heart still occupy all of him?
He suddenly remembered a doll placed in the bookcase. It was not big, only the size of a palm. It was a young man wearing a blue kimono. The material was gorgeous and the workmanship was fine. It could be seen at a glance that the prototype was modeled after Xu Chuanyang. This model
The Japanese doll has always been in his bookcase.
But now, the place where the doll was originally placed is empty, and Xu Chuanyang took the doll away.
For some reason, when Ling Mobei looked at the empty place, his heart suddenly felt empty.
After Xu Chuanyang left, Ling's mother kept bombarding her with phone calls and even asked Ling Monan to call him to convince him. Ling's mother said that if he didn't return to Switzerland, she would use strong methods to take him back. Faced with the pressure from the family,
Ling Mobei lived a very depressed life every day.
He counted the days silently, hoping that Xu Chuanyang could come back soon. They had made an appointment to go to their old place to play football together. He had already washed his jersey cleanly and put it there waiting for him.
However, instead of Xu Chuanyang, a strange woman did.
The woman said she was looking for Xu Chuanyang. After taking a look at the door, her eyes fell on Ling Mobei. This young man wearing a white T-shirt had a three-dimensional face that belonged to a European and the gentle elements of an Asian. He could
It is said to be a perfect handicraft.
The woman was smart and could tell the relationship between him and Xu Chuanyang at a glance. She couldn't help but smile and said: "It seems that I don't have to come here again."
Ling Mobei was puzzled, "Xu Chuanyang went to Japan."
"Go to Japan?" The woman seemed to have an epiphany and looked at him with complex eyes, "Don't you know, the boy he loves is Japanese."
Ling Mobei was stunned, "What?"
"Did you just meet him?" The woman spread her hands, "Can't you see that there is always a person living in his heart? Did you see the gun in the room? I heard that the boy used to be a sniper. Then
The gun belongs to him, and no one else is allowed to enter or exit his second bedroom without permission, because that is the room where the boy once lived, and their memories are sealed. I once entered it by mistake and was almost killed by him.
"
Ling Mobei thought about how he had stumbled into the room that night and was slapped hard by Xu Chuanyang. He didn't understand how he could lose such a temper after just sleeping on his bed.
No wonder he can speak Japanese, he must have learned it specifically for that person, and the clothes in that room have similar numbers to his, and they are not Xu Chuanyang's clothes at all.
He has always kept it and kept it the same as when he left. After so many years, it still hasn't changed.
The woman's mouth was still opening and closing, but Ling Mobei's mind was already buzzing and he couldn't hear anything.
He turned back to the house, picked up his passport and wallet, closed the door and ran downstairs regardless of the woman's shouts.
At this moment, he just wanted to go to one place and verify one thing.
He came to the airport and handed over his passport, "Please give me a ticket to Japan."
Sapporo, Japan.
It was already evening when Xu Chuanyang and Fatty arrived by car. Fatty stayed alone in the hotel while Xu Chuanyang went out.
The fat man was getting ready to go to bed when he suddenly received a phone call.
"Brother Fatty."
"Xiao Bei?" The fat man sat up in confusion, "Where are you?"
Here, Xu Chuanyang would come and visit whenever he had the opportunity. The procedures for them to go abroad were complicated, so there were not many such opportunities.
The tomb colors of the evening gradually enveloped the mountains, and rows of neat tombstones were bathed in a soft halo of lush greenery.
He walked up the mountain along the brick path, the refreshing wind blew along the way, and the chirping of birds could be heard from time to time.
Finally, he stopped in front of a tombstone, leaned down and put down the bouquet in his hand, and took out a blue doll and placed it.
The boy in the photo still looks like he did a few years ago. His skin is very white and his eyes are big. There is always a clean luster in his eyes.
After so many years, he still clearly remembers his appearance. Every word he said, every frown and every smile seemed to be deeply imprinted in his heart.
The wind blew and the fragrance of the flowers was blown away, attracting two butterflies to circle around.
Xu Chuanyang looked at the person in the photo quietly and reached out to touch his already cold eyebrows, "Boy, I'm here to see you."
The person in the photo is just smiling, and he doesn't understand the world. In that world, he is carefree.
"I haven't seen you for so long, you must be angry." Xu Chuanyang sighed, "Actually, I have something to tell you."
Not far away, a row of pines and cypresses stood quietly. Ling Mobei stood behind the tree, looking at the tombstone not far away and the man in front of the tombstone, with broken light overflowing little by little in his eyes.
Xu Chuanyang squatted, slender fingers gently rubbing the face in the photo, "That day, you said to me in the dream, let me forget you and try to love someone again. Apart from you, this world
There is someone in the world who I can cherish, love and accompany me throughout my life. I know this is unfair to you, but somehow, this person really appears. I am very happy to be with him. It is true.
happy."
Xu Chuanyang smiled at the photo, "If you were looking at me, would you be happy or angry? I think you would be happy. Although, I am not very confident about this relationship, but you let me
Understand, don’t let go when you should hold on to some happiness. I have already missed you, and I don’t want to miss you again. This feeling of regret is enough to be experienced once, you say, right?”
In the photo, Sakurai Akihiro looked at him with a smile, and his smile seemed brighter than before.
Xu Chuanyang slowly approached and kissed his forehead gently, "I promise you, you will be happy, you will be."
Ling Mobei silently watched him kiss the photo on the tombstone with piety and reluctance. He couldn't hear what he said, but he could already feel the strong love from his expression. He had never been so gentle before.
Looked at him with eyes like never before.
He didn't know whether to be jealous or desperate. It turned out that the person in his heart had turned into dust. Even if he wanted to fight, there was nothing he could do. A person who had been dead for so long could still occupy everything in him. Compared with this
Such deep love made him feel as fine as sand for the first time.
If he hadn't met that woman, if he hadn't seen all this with his own eyes, he might have thought that he had slowly accepted her, and that his efforts finally showed hope. However, after stumbling along the way, in the end, it was still his own passion.
Although five years have changed him, they have not changed him one bit.
I tasted a hint of salty sweetness at the corner of my mouth, and before I knew it, tears were streaming down my face.
There were waves of pines on the mountain. Xu Chuanyang stood up slowly and looked at the boy in the photo with a relieved smile. The doll was his incarnation and he would always be here to accompany him.
He turned around, and not far away, a row of pines and cypresses stood quietly. A few birds flapped their wings and dropped pine leaves on the ground.
Three days later, Xu Chuanyang completed his mission and returned home.
As soon as the car parked downstairs, he hurriedly got out of the car. The fat man laughed at him, "Why are you so anxious? Is there a little lover waiting for you?"
He didn't say anything, just smiled, and slammed the car door back.
It's been a long time since I've felt this way. I miss the warmth of home so much just because there is someone waiting for me quietly there. This waiting is the thought of returning home.
Xu Chuanyang opened the door and looked towards the kitchen habitually. Before getting on the plane, he sent a text message to Ling Mobei and asked him to prepare a sumptuous meal to welcome him. He thought he would be in the kitchen, but the kitchen door
It was open, and it was clean inside. He searched around the bedroom again, but there was no sign of him. Finally, he found a small keychain and a letter on the coffee table.
Xu Chuanyang picked up the keychain and was a little surprised. The bullet that once killed Minghao was made into a keychain and he kept it with him. However, he lost it a few years ago. Unexpectedly,
It was still in Ling Mobei's hand. When did he take it away?
He hurriedly opened the letter in his hand. The handwriting on it was crooked. It looked like he had looked it up in a dictionary, and many of the words were imitated stroke by stroke.
"Xu Chuanyang, I have returned to Switzerland. I am very happy that you can take me in and take care of me during this period. Well, I have thought about it. China is really not suitable for me, so I will go back to be my second young master of the Ling family. In the future
, marry a beautiful wife, then inherit the family business, and then...well, then...you don't have to worry about me...well, finally, in your Chinese words, we will be...indefinitely."
After Xu Chuanyang read the last sentence, he stood blankly for a long time. Finally, he crumpled the letter into a ball and threw it into the trash can on the side.
Before the fat man got home, he suddenly received a call from Xu Chuanyang, "Have a drink and see you at the same place."
In the bar, the fat man watched Xu Chuanyang drink himself one cup after another, and asked with concern: "Old Xu, what's the matter? Tell me, and my brother may be able to help you."
Xu Chuanyang shook his head and poured himself another glass, "Everyone is gone, what else can I help with."
"Human, who?"
Xu Chuanyang raised his wine glass, swayed the light yellow liquid in the glass, and said with a smile: "I am too selfish. We are not the same people. If we really thought about him, we should have let him go long ago. His future
And happiness does not belong here."
"Old Xu, have you fallen in love with someone?"
"Love? Maybe." He touched his chest, "otherwise, it wouldn't hurt here."
"Left? Then chase him back." The fat man was anxious.
"No need, it's not mine in the first place. Letting go is the wisest choice. He will get better, and I can't seem to give him what he wants." Xu Chuanyang raised his head and drank the wine in the glass.
"Yes, I can't give it."
The fat man toasted to him, "Oh, forget it, a drink will solve all the worries, and my brother will be with you."
Xu Chuanyang probably drank too much. After separation from Fatty, he did not go home but went to the stadium.
When he left, he made a reservation with Ling Mo. He would wait for him at the stadium on the weekends.
Now, he is here, but he has left.
Xu Chuanyang stood in the empty stadium, and a refreshing laughter seemed to be heard in his ears, "Xu Chuanyang, I scored again, you should admit defeat."
He laughed and said to himself, "That stinks."
"Xu Chuanyang."
Xu Chuanyang was stunned for a moment before quickly turning around. Under the lights of the stadium, Ling Mobei was wearing the same jersey as them, holding a football in his hand, and was walking towards him with a smile.
Stepping on the green grass, my steps were light, as if I came from the horizon, just like... a dream.
He paused and walked over quickly, "How dare you lie to me? Let's see how I deal with you."
He used to rub the top of his hair, but he didn't move away, but looked at him with a smile, "I've been waiting for you for a long time."
"Fool."
He hugged him hard and repeated, "Idiot, it's great that you didn't leave."
The dazzling light shone on his eyes. Xu Chuanyang opened his eyes and found himself lying on the grass. He was so drunk that he actually fell asleep here.
He sat up and shouted: "Xiao Bei."
The surroundings were deserted, not even a soul was around. The wind blew through the grass, and the smell of green grass hit my nostrils.
Ha! It was a dream. It turned out to be just a dream and he never came back.
It was because he drank too much that he had such a dream.
Xu Chuanyang sat there with a sad look on his face. The goal in front of him was open, as if he was waiting for its owner, but he knew that he would never come to this stadium again.
In the end, he still parted ways with him. In the end, they were still strangers, not because they didn't love each other, but because he couldn't give him happiness in the future. He knew it a long time ago, but refused to let go earlier. However, this was okay.
, I didn’t wait until I was bruised and bruised, I didn’t wait until I had to give up.
In the context of this intertwined fate, they are just two points that occasionally intersect together. The temporary integration cannot change the fate of going their separate ways in the end.
The moment he decided to let go, he realized deeply that he had loved him for so long.
At night, the empty grassland is deserted.
The breeze passed by, and the grass fell down, revealing two intertwined keychains inside. One had a bullet hanging on it, and the other had an auspicious knot tied on it. They lay there quietly, with a sad and sad look on their bodies.
Another romantic story.
Let the wind blow by and come back.
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