Mortal Romance

The grip marks on Song Yile's hands were red, making his wrists whiter. He was caught in Shen Yunhuai's hands. Shen Yunhuai looked at the marks, but Song Yile looked at Shen Yunhuai's downcast eyes.

Xiao Chen and Li Mi looked at each other and left in a tacit understanding, leaving a room full of ambiguity and ambiguity fermenting.Song Yile sincerely apologized to the residents and waived their one-day accommodation fee, but the residents were noncommittal about this, lamenting that Boss Song was a psychopath who came to make trouble at a bad luck stall, and there was no need to be so overly responsible.

Song Yile waved his hand and sincerely thanked the residents.

Shen Yunhuai drove to the city to do errands. After solving a series of trivial matters, Song Yile's tense mood for a day had reached a critical point. When he got into the co-pilot, he was almost exhausted the moment he put on his seat belt. down.Song Yile smiled apologetically at Shen Yunhuai and said, "Sorry, I've never seen such a big scene."

Shen Yunhuai stared at Song Yile in silence for a long while, silently raised a hand to cover his eyes.

"Anyway, I owe you an explanation." Shen Yunhuai sighed at the end, "Although it's a bit shameless to say it, Du Qing is indeed my suitor. He has always had mental problems. Schizophrenia. When I was in college, I thought Li Miu was my target, took a knife and killed him downstairs in our dormitory. Although it was an attempted attack, he was released on bail and hospitalized because of mental illness."

"Song Yile, you don't know how scared I was when Xiao Chen told me today that he was looking for you." With trembling hands, Shen Yunhuai took out a box of Montblanc from the glove box in the car, took out one and held it in his mouth, and rummaged to find it A lighter lit the smoke from the flame.This was the first time Song Yile saw Shen Yunhuai smoking.Out of season, he felt damn sexy.

Shen Yunhuai put the car window to the bottom, and the cold wind of late autumn suddenly rushed in. Turning around, Song Yile looked at him intently.

Song Yile rolled his eyes and smiled sincerely, but also said seriously: "Shen Yunhuai, thank you."

Thank you for bringing the dying souls of Fangcaodi back to life one by one, thank you for making half of Haizi's poems have the most vivid appearance, thank you for making the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys of the world become honey stored in autumn and winter, and thank you for appearing in my life.

A long time later, when Shen Yunhuai opened the diary that recorded every bit of Song Yile's life, he discovered that this love poem was written at the beginning of love, but it was really a long, long time later. The name Song Yile has been named Song Yile for a long time. Not just the top of WeChat, but also the names side by side on the marriage certificate.

Shen Yunhuai put out his cigarette and looked at the stacked tall buildings in the distance. The fire light reflected colorful colors in his eyes. When he turned his head, Song Yile saw his own reflection in his eyes that was clearer and brighter than the lights.Then he heard Shen Yunhuai let out a smile and a sigh from his throat, he said with a voice that was hoarse after smoking: "There is something, although it is late, I still want to say it."

"Varied…"

Song Yile was stopped by the five fingers that were suddenly clasped between his palms. For the first time holding hands, both Shen Yunhuai and Song Yile looked clumsy and green. Song Yile looked down, and Shen Yunhuai rubbed the back of his hand with his callused fingertips.

"Fang Huai, the second class of the Department of Architecture, is me, and Shen Yunhuai is me, and I am the one who likes you." Shen Yunhuai said very carefully and solemnly, "I don't just want to give you a pledge of eternal love, I also want to give you hawthorn gourd stuffed with glutinous rice bean paste , I want to give you hot cocoa with marshmallows, I want to give you a warm humanoid pillow in winter, and I want to give you everything that is Shen Yunhuai."

In the end, Shen Yunhuai sighed and lowered his eyelashes: "Will you give me a chance?"

Song Yile thought his heart would jump out, but it didn't.When he put his hand on Shen Yunhuai's left atrium, feeling the unreserved heat transmitted to the palm of his hand through the shirt, and the excessive heartbeat that was not much better than his own, Song Yile felt like a pulp that fell into the blind current from the boat, Floating up and down, fluttering dàngdàng, and then being touched by the seaweed at the bottom of the water, they fell into the mud of the river bed together.

It is the landing of a heart.

In retrospect, except for the glimpse when they were young, it seems that they have not known each other for too long, from the end of summer to the beginning of winter.But Song Yile feels that they seem to have known each other for a long time, as if they have experienced the ups and downs of each other's lives, so that they can have incomparably compatible eyes and tacit understanding.

Even if he never understood his feelings for Fang Huai, whether it was the nostalgia for his confidant or the love for his lover.

Song Yile thought that he might have made a mistake. It was a mistake to confuse his illness with the feeling of being in love.Just like what Shen Yunhuai said, no matter whether it is the dependence that arises because of liking, or the love that gradually develops because of the cycle of dependence, it is just a form.People live in this world with many emotions. At a certain point in time, meeting different people will make the form deviate.

He didn't answer for a long time, but Shen Yunhuai pulled Song Yile's hand that was attached to his heart to his lips, and kissed where his pulse beat.Shen Yunhuai waited quietly, never leaving his eyes, and focused and affectionately sketched the outline of Song Yile.

Song Yile thought, even if Shen Yunhuai didn't say anything today, one day he would tell Shen Yunhuai that the tulips blooming next to the house at the end of winter and early spring hadn't dried up, and the torrential summer rain hadn't stopped yet, but he seemed to have gained someone , To be able to have fun with myself, to be happy and to be frustrated.