At the age of fourteen, He Guixi poked his head out of the window as he listened to the sound of vehicle engines disappearing.
I didn't want to but fell into a sea of stars.
The boy who had just moved in looked at him from a distance with his eyebrows bent, and he approached curiously.
The boy blinked his bright eyes and asked in a brisk tone: "Brother, what is your name?"
He Guixi was stunned for a moment. He was reborn after suffering and had no memory of this angelic boy.
Looking at the tiny glint in the boy's eyes, he pursed his lips.
"My name is He Guixi."
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At the age of sixteen, He Guixi wondered why the devil who had caused him so much misery in his previous life had not yet arrived. This angelic boy was always behind him.
The boy is very well-behaved. He Guixi has always felt this way.
"Brother, can you bear this heavy load?" The boy gasped next to him.
He Guixi looked back at the little angel.
In order to keep fit, he runs with weights every day. How can he not stand it after so long?
"Of course I can bear it. I can bear it even if it's heavier. But you can't bear it, right?" He Guixi mocked and ran forward.
Little did he know that the boy behind him curled his mouth and blinked his eyes studded with stars.
"Brother, of course I can't stand it. I hope that my brother can always bear it..."
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At the age of eighteen, He Guixi went to the banquet holding a birthday celebration picture.
He knew that the devil would definitely appear tonight. This was where his life began to fall into the abyss in his previous life.
The little angel stood beside him, looking at the birthday greeting picture.
"Is this Songhe's longevity?"
He Guixi looked at the picture and nodded.
"But I think it would be better to ride a crane and return to the west, brother."
He Guixi listened to the little angel's words, patted his head, turned around and left.
He Guixi now has no intention of teaching an angel properly at the turning point of his life.
Because he himself is about to fall into the abyss.
The boy stood there and looked at his back, smiled, and said every word.
"Isn't it good to drive, crane, convert, stream...?"
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Twenty years old, a groggy room, a shaking bed.
He Guixi was buried in the pillow, suppressing his voice and not wanting to poke his head out.
The people behind him hit him hard up and down.
He Guixi couldn't stop the soft sound in his throat anymore, and he made a sound at will, but turned around and was kissed by the man.
The man licked He Guixi's lips. The moonlight filtering in from the window illuminated his face, which was as pure as an angel. It was dim and dim, like a devil falling into the abyss.
He chuckled happily.
"Brother, what is your name?"
Concept: The stars are broken into pieces, and the moon is a unique intoxication.
