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"It's like me, I like a girl, and the freshness is only three months, but I didn't expect that your liking lasted for so long, from junior high school to high school, and from high school to university, seven or eight years Look, how can I tell you the truth? Isn't this equivalent to taking out your heart? I'm your brother, how do you want me to do this kind of thing?"

Yan Chuyang lowered his head, pressed his forehead against the cold railing, and said in a hoarse voice: "But what should we do now? I married him and lived with him. I like him more and more, and leave him more and more. I won’t let him go, but now someone suddenly told me, you are so ridiculous, what you are doing now will only make him hate you more, he will never like you, Wei Yuan, what should I do? "

"Chuyang, don't be like this..."

Yan Chuyang squatted down, hid his head in his arms helplessly, and whispered, "It's all right now, his first love is back, and I have no reason to do these ridiculous persistence..."

Wei Yuan sighed, looking solemnly at the side of the boy's absent-minded face.

He felt that he should say something, but he swallowed the words hard.

What to say?Wei Yuan knew very well why Wei Qing married Yan Chuyang, but it was because his brother-in-law played the bitter card and coaxed and tricked Wei Qing into marrying Yan Chuyang.

When my uncle's operation is successful, they will definitely divorce.

Watching my uncle act as a monster all these years, and seeing Wei Qing being despised for it, no one knows better than Wei Yuan how much Wei Qing wants to escape the label of homosexuality.

One year later, two years later, or a little earlier or later, in short, Wei Qing will marry a woman, have children and a family, and live the most normal and decent life of an upper class.

But Yan Chuyang still has nothing.

At this point, Wei Yuan finally understands that if some empty hopes cannot be realized, it is better not to create false appearances for the other party in the name of good intentions.

Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain. It is the best help for Yan Chuyang to recognize the reality and wake up from this relationship as soon as possible.

When Yan Chuyang arrived home, Shen Shimin called him again.

When he heard that familiar voice, the boy really didn't understand where Shen Shimin got his supernatural powers. He had mastered so much personal information about him just after returning to China.

"Hello? Banquet Chuyang?"

Yan Chuyang took a deep breath, and said calmly, "It's me, what's the matter?"

Shen Shimin smiled: "You can recognize my voice."

"Ah."

"Where are you now?"

Yan Chuyang looked at the living room with raised eyes, "At home."

"Which family?" Shen Shimin said with amusement.

Yan Chuyang ground his teeth impatiently, clenched his jaw and said, "Wei Qing's family."

Shen Shimin hummed, then suddenly smiled and said: "Can you help me to go to the balcony to have a look."

Yan Chuyang was stunned: "What are you looking at?"

"You go and have a look."

Yan Chuyang was covered in goosebumps by her deliberately coquettish tone, and walked to the balcony frowning.

"I'm on the balcony, what do you want to see?"

Shen Shimin smiled lightly and asked: "Help me see if there are two pots of Phalaenopsis on the windowsill?"

The boy's face froze, and he stared blankly at the two extremely lush pots of Phalaenopsis cuddling each other in the sun.

Listening to the silence at the other end of the microphone, Shen Shimin shouted in surprise, "Are they still there? Are those two pots of Phalaenopsis still blooming under the window sill?"

After a long silence, Yan Chuyang gave a deep hum and said, "Yes, they are blooming very well."

Shen Shimin smiled softly, and said in a very gentle voice, "I guess he didn't throw it away. It was planted together on the first anniversary of our relationship, and he was reluctant to throw it away."

The boy lowered his eyes, squeezed the hem of his trousers with one hand and said, "Yes, he is reluctant to throw it away." Not only was he reluctant to throw it away, but he also watered and fertilized it every day, making the two pots of flowers very beautiful.

"Yan Chuyang." Shen Shimin said suddenly, "Do you know the flower language of Phalaenopsis?"

"do not know."

"It's nostalgia." The girl said slowly with a beautiful voice, "The scientific name of Phalaenopsis means sincere love in Greek, and pure blue is the most loyal belief of lovers to each other. Therefore, its flower language is Nostalgia is love."

"Oh." Yan Chuyang nodded, "The implication is quite beautiful."

"You should understand what I mean, right?" The girl suddenly lowered her voice.

Yan Chuyang smiled bitterly, "Why can't you hear it? Isn't it just telling me the flower language of Phalaenopsis? Don't worry, my understanding is not enough to understand Chinese."

"Yan Chuyang, you clearly know that I... Dududu"

The call was cut off suddenly, and before Yan Chuyang could react, the phone in his hand was pulled away from behind.

"Hello!" The boy immediately turned around, tiptoed to snatch the phone that Wei Qing snatched from him.

"Don't move." Wei Qing pressed the boy's shoulders, raised the phone high, and said coldly: "Who did you secretly run to the balcony to call?"

Yan Chuyang was not as tall as him, and he didn't snatch the phone from him after bouncing around for a long time. He snorted angrily and said, "What does it have to do with you, give me the phone!"

The man's face darkened: he lowered his hands and looked at Yan Chuyang's phone call records just now, and said, "Whose number is this? Why didn't you sign it?"

Seizing the opportunity while he was swiping his mobile phone, Chu Yang snatched the mobile phone from the man on tiptoe, held it tightly behind him and said, "What are you doing? I don't know if looking through other people's call records violates other people's privacy?! You broke the law Do you know?"

"What kind of privacy do you have?" Wei Qing raised his hand and pinched the boy's face with a cold face, and said, "I'm a big ass, if you don't learn if you're good, you still have privacy?"

Yan Chuyang stared at him coldly: "A person with a big fart? Mr. Wei, please pay attention to what you say. What is a person with a big fart? Do you want me to repeat it to you again? I am already [-] centimeters, [-] centimeters !"

"Eighteen centimeters!" Wei Qing patted his forehead with his hands, and whispered while beating, "I let you be eighteen centimeters, isn't it such an honor? Tell everyone!"