"It's you." Ge Xiaohan didn't even give him a look.
Zhou Yanhan looked at the young man's face as if without any hesitation, trying to get some reply from his face or even his eyes.
No matter how lingering his eyes were, Ge Xiaohan still just looked down at his crescent-white lower clothes.
"... Yeah." Zhou Yanhan made his decision and admitted it generously.
"When. Where."
"I first met you in Feiyan Mountain."
"Why." Plain white people are always light-hearted.
"..."
"Do you have anything to say?"
"Nothing to say."
Even in this atmosphere, Zhou Yanhan was still reluctant, looking at the person in front of him lustfully.
What Ge Xiaohan didn't see when he lowered his head was the alternating waves in the eyes of the man in black in front of him.
"Go away and don't come back again," Ge Xiaohan paused, "I don't want to see you."
No one answered for a long time, and the man in black finally put away his painful eyes, stood up, and left with a flourish of his sleeves.
The rolled up cold incense is really shockingly cold today.
I felt that the person was really far away. After all, Ge Xiaohan seemed to be unable to hold himself any longer, and his back went limp and he collapsed on the ground.
There was thunder outside the window, and the autumn frost fell. Lightly, lightly tapping the stone steps, waving the desolation of the early cold.
They both did not obey the "forgetting each other in the world" after drinking, and after waking up, they became a lifelong friend.
But who has ever just wanted to be a best friend?
In the end, the old wine was sacrificed to the moonlight, and the young man was buried with first hopes.
Feiyan Mountain, who is so attached to this place and yet so heartbroken? The rhododendron bushes all over the field seem to be blooming just for themselves.
Concept: human nature