Aged Spirits

What becomes more intense over time, what fills the chest with the aroma of wine, the self-righteousness of youth ends in trembling. Our love is like a jar of old liquor, and we drink it together until we are drunk. Memoirs from Chen Lang's perspective: No, I just have a cold and will be fine soon. That day, his eyes were a little red, his voice was a little hoarse when he spoke, and he avoided my sight. When I reached the intersection, I turned around and walked back, feeling a little uneasy. I vaguely realized that he was not only sick, but maybe something happened that I didn't know about. I hate being kept in the dark, but I understand that I actually hate being unable to help even more. This feeling may be out of concern for my friends, or maybe my body senses something before my consciousness. So I stopped and looked back. He was still standing there, and the streetlight was far away from him, making his shadow a little longer, adding a bit of loneliness. I heard the footsteps, they were my own, and when I realized it, I had already grabbed his hand. His eyes were stunned with a restrained emotion that I couldn't understand. He turned around and wanted to leave, but I called his name. It was not a nickname used to express affection between friends when joking. It had a tone that I couldn't understand myself. He stopped, and I wanted to see his expression, but he suddenly hugged me, and his hair fell on my shoulders and neck. This action was too close to the glands, but I didn't care too much. What I cared about was that I still couldn't see his expression clearly. But his whole body relaxed, and for the first time in my life I wanted to forget it, and it didn't matter that I didn't know, just because I noticed a tension in him dissipate. I didn't move. When he raised his head, his expression was no different from before, but he was a little relieved. He told me that it was okay. I thought he was a little strange, but I was really young at the time. I just patted his head gently and stroked his fur like I treated Lao Wang's little fat cat, but he didn't scare him. However, he did not move a bit uncharacteristically and let out a soft hum for a long time. I heard me say, if you feel uncomfortable, don't stand there stupidly, your dear deskmate can't take you in for a night. Jiang Li was particularly obedient tonight. He just looked at me and answered after a long time. Jiang Li was indeed ill and his brain was burned out. Eighteen-year-old Chen Lang thought this way. The general feeling is "We don't talk about it before we meet again, but I miss it more than anyone else, and I won't let go once I see it." Literature Love Rival Turns into Lover (? Pry Corner Literature) From Campus to Workplace An honest person who appears to be steady and principled on the surface, then poaches others with the most ruthless tactics and the most beta attack VS Flirting without knowing it, free and casual, extremely curious, a bit soft-hearted, lazy young master alpha sufferer Master Jiang vs. Boss Chen Bloody funny, reunion after breaking up, abo Intention: Let's try new tea with new fire, and take advantage of the youth with poetry and wine