Yun An Lok

Chaoen finished listening to the radio absently, his mind was full of words from the old book, which filled his body and mind almost perfectly.

He propped his head on his right hand, staring at a point with piercing eyes, his brain was completely empty, and his steady breathing was smooth and smooth.

Looking at it from Jing An's perspective, his facial features are three-dimensional and exquisite, and his eyes are lingering, as if he is searching for something peacefully.

Jing An desperately turned his head to the side to look straight ahead, his originally silent heart became noisy because of the inadvertent glance.

Later, Chaoen still didn't ask. He thought it was just a complaint written by a child's heart. How could there be so much attention?

"Okay, then please come forward to take a photo with the students who have received the certificate and their parents, as a souvenir."

The crowd responded.

Chao En took Jing An's hand and walked onto the stage, with a slender and straight figure, and a gentle and warm smile that made some girls "wow" involuntarily.

Jing An's eyes were glued to Chao En's body, seeing him walking with ease and smiling brightly.

Then my heart warmed up, as if the ghost approaching the abyss had found a ray of light.

Chao En stood behind Jing An, with his hands resting casually on his thin shoulders, Jing An squinted, feeling a strong possessive desire in his heart.

But when it comes to emotions, he has always strategized, not showing the mountains and not revealing the water.

After the end, Chao En patted Jing An's arm and waved his hand: "Go home."

And many years later, Chaoen left home again.

This time it was even further, going to the university, the famous Blue Water University, thousands of miles apart.

After three years of separation, although he often went home, he was always invited, and he often worked part-time during the winter and summer vacations, so he had no time to take care of it.

During this period, he would also bring Jing An to play, but the two sides never wanted to let go as much as before.

In her senior year of senior year, Jing An's longing and desire finally began to agitate unsteadily.Occasional physical contact can also make the bottom of my heart itchy.

During the National Day holiday, Jing An was still sitting on the big rock under the shade of a tree waiting for Chao En to come back, holding the old book Chao En gave him in both hands, and looking devoutly.

Gradually, Chao En's figure got closer and closer, and Jing An saw him waving to him from a distance.

Jing An didn't respond, and raised his thin lips noncommittally.

"Jing An, you're reading!" He pulled Jing An's shoulders and pulled him back, "I'm back! Come home!"

Jing An raised his head like a mosquito and answered.

As soon as I got home, the strong aroma of vegetables wafted around, and the table was full of delicious food.

"Who did it?" Chao En asked happily.

"Jing An is helping me. I heard that you have been busy all morning when you come back!" Granny Lin replied kindly.

"Yeah, try the craft!" Grandma Shen also echoed.

"Okay, Jing An sit down here." Chao En hooked his hands.

Braised eggplant in oil, Kung Pao chicken, pork ribs and winter melon soup... just looking at it, it makes people feel very appetizing.

Chao En thought contentedly: This life is so delicious, it is like this every day, and it is time to drown.

Chao En's food was delicious and strong, and he was full of praise while serving Jing An's food.

Jing An suddenly felt a gentle and comfortable feeling in his heart, which was calm at first, but became more violent because of the smiles and frowns of the people around him.

The 17-year-old Jing An has a bookish air, looks like a scholar in a green shirt, and has a pink face and a jade crown.

He thought, if he just kept it in his heart like this and kept the ground in prison, one day Zhaoen would also fall in love madly.Marry a wife and have children, start a family and start a business.

From then on, he may no longer have me in his life.

My sweetheart has another person in his heart, not me.

Jing An struggled for a while, but finally he was relieved. If all these years of feelings were in vain, then what is the purpose of living like a dog?

He seemed to have become his lifelong goal in the dark.

Seek, conquer, and be gentle.