Director, I know your secret

This is the lost Buddha head, plus this one is ten. His mother said that it is perfect, but he lost one.

The words on the back should be engraved by An Zhenyuan himself.

To be deeply...recited by a person for so long? !

Peng Yan's brain went blank for a long, long time, until An Zhenyuan stretched out his hands to feel his chest, and Peng Yan regained consciousness and put the ivory Buddha head back. The other party quickly grabbed the ivory in his hand, turned over in satisfaction, and curled up into a ball.

It is said that such a sleeping position does not feel safe.

Peng Yan didn't look at him again, he was at a loss for a while, he looked down at his hands, and after moving around, he realized that his palms were covered with sweat.

He walked to the table, looked at the little yellow duck, and suddenly a stubborn boy popped out in front of him.

The boy was very thin, wearing a fat blue shirt, holding a toy in his hand, with a shy expression, a smile with white teeth, clear eyes, and said awkwardly: "You, hello, my name is Xiaosan, Shan."

Peng Yan turned his head to look at the person on the bed. This extremely elegant man was the snot-nosed, crybaby, stutterer back then?

isn't it?

Peng Yan sighed, many memories clearly appeared in front of his eyes, he had to admit that there was such a person, he didn't lose his memory and forget him, but this episode was too long, so long that he completely forgot, or in other words, He didn't care about it at all. The child named Xiaoshan was like a passer-by in his life. He came and left in a hurry, but he didn't expect to cause such... distress to the other party.

Peng Yan remembered the scene when he had dinner with him for the first time, and recalled the words in the hospital. After so many years, he still remembered his food preferences, and he could also feel the feeling of liking someone but not getting any response. Lost and helpless.

If so many little things hadn't really happened, if An Zhenyuan hadn't questioned him in this way today, he wouldn't have cared at all, if it wasn't for the lost ivory Buddha head, he wouldn't have remembered Xiao Shan at all !

Perhaps, at most, when people ask him how naughty he was when he was a child, and how his family dealt with him, he will say that he was thrown into an orphanage when he was a child.Therefore, his memory of that period is exactly like this. If he didn't deliberately mention it, he still wouldn't remember what he did to a boy named Xiaoshan because of his mischief.

Peng Yan couldn't tell whether he should be happy or cry, whether he should be sad or moved. There was a gay man beside him, Zou Long, but he always acted like an outsider, keeping himself out of things like watching TV, watching Zou Long Great sadness and great joy, seeing Zou Long's joy, anger, sorrow and joy, he envied Zou Long's daring to love and hate, envied Zou Long's unafraid of worldly eyes, but he never thought that something that would be missed by a man for so long would happen to him.

At this time, the door opened again, and Yuan Qing came in holding the medicine box. He carefully looked at this gentle man, and suddenly found that he looked a little familiar, but Peng Yan was sure that he didn't know this man, probably Mian Shan.

"Come on, let me clean up for you."

Peng Yan declined with both hands, and said with a smile: "No need, Uncle Yuan, I have thick skin, so this injury is nothing."

Yuan Qing smiled "chichi", took a cotton swab and put it in the iodine bottle, "It's not a big injury, but the injury is not local."

"Uh," Peng Yan blushed, and smiled awkwardly, "Then I'll do it myself."

Yuan Qing put the medicine box in Peng Yan's hand, opened the door and said, "Go to the living room, let Xiaoyuan rest, you will come in to rest later."

"Ah?" Peng Yan followed the steps and quickly explained: "Uncle, you misunderstood, we, we are not that kind of relationship."

This time, Yuan Qing was surprised. He pointed to An Zhenyuan, looked at the corner of Peng Yan's mouth, and finally shook his head helplessly, sighed inaudibly, and said, "I'm sorry, I saw you kissing each other in the car just now. Come kiss... Hey, I thought Xiaoyuan forgot that the kid named Mo Yan was with you, so you haven't agreed yet."

Peng Yan twitched the corner of his mouth, showing an ugly smile, tears streaming down his face, he didn't know whether to admit it for a while, he really wanted to dig a hole to bury himself, and told Yuan Qing by the way, "Uncle, can you stop doing this?" Directly, give me a way to survive."

Peng Yan treated the wound hastily, and scratched his hair with a headache, "Then, uncle, I'm going home."

Yuan Qing looked at the watch on the wall, "It's so late, let's stay, I'll clean up a guest room for you."

Peng Yan declined, "No, don't bother me. My family lives in Duzhu Courtyard, and it's not far away. It's only a short taxi ride away."

Yuan Qing shrugged and said helplessly, "That's fine."

Just as Peng Yan was about to turn around and leave, Yuan Qing called to him again, "Well, what's your name?"

Peng Yan was taken aback for a moment, only to realize that he hadn't confessed to others, "Uncle, my name is Peng Yan."

"Oh, you also have the word Yan," Yuan Qing sighed, "You may also know that I am gay, so I have no objection to Xiaoyuan's other half being of the same sex, so you don't have to worry that we will object, of course, if You didn't mean that, I'm sorry for the trouble I caused you, I will educate Xiaoyuan."

Peng Yan didn't speak, scratched his head and nodded, "It's getting late, you should go back and rest early, I'm leaving."

After Peng Yan left An Zhenyuan's house, he was a little panicked when he walked. The thing he was most afraid of happened, but he asked himself, but found that he didn't feel sick, nor did he hate An Zhenyuan, but he didn't either. Know what to do next.

After returning home, he took off his clothes and turned on the nozzle and stood down, but suddenly he saw the scene of An Zhenyuan accompanying him infusion, and he took the initiative to increase the temperature of the water.

Doomed to sleepless tonight! !

In the middle of the night, Peng Yan fell asleep in a daze. He had many dreams, and finally dreamed of his parents. He dreamed that Mo Haiping was eating western food with a young and beautiful woman, while Peng Yingmei stood outside the glass window and watched the two. For a long time, I dreamed that I came home and saw my mother sleeping on the bed, the suicide note on the table, the diagnosis report of depression, and him chasing Mo Haiping and that woman with a kitchen knife, and crying at the funeral Heart-piercing, and, and...

When Peng Yan woke up, he felt very heavy all over. He turned over and reached out to press his temples, only to find that his cheeks were wet.

He hooked a weak smile at the corner of his mouth, then got up and stood in a daze for a long time.Staring at a certain place with empty eyes, he opened his mouth and said, "An Zhenyuan."

As soon as the words finished, Peng Yan heard the doorbell, and he knew who it was without guessing. He rubbed his face and got up to open the door, lowering his head and muttering, "Morning."

He didn't dare to look into An Zhenyuan's eyes, fearing that he would be burned if he met the other's affection.

"Morning." An Zhenyuan looked at the corner of his mouth, blaming himself for being so impulsive. He was not such a person. He might have been stimulated by the scene of Peng Yan embracing Dai Yushan, so he messed up and used this last The bad way told Peng Yan that the person he had been looking for was him.

Peng Yan was washing up in the bathroom, while An Zhenyuan leaned against the door frame, he said, "I haven't forgotten what happened last night."

Peng Yan was taken aback for a moment, his hands trembled, and then he continued to brush his teeth.

An Zhenyuan squeezed the corner of his clothes tightly, pursed his lips, and looked at Peng Yan, "Peng Yan, it doesn't matter whether you remember me or not, but you are the one I want..."

"An Zhenyuan!"

Holding the toothbrush in his hand, Peng Yan suddenly straightened up to interrupt An Zhenyuan's words.

But he didn't dare to look directly into his eyes, those eyes like autumn water.

Peng Yan lowered his head and looked at his nose, while An Zhenyuan frowned slightly, suddenly having a bad premonition.

"Director, we can be colleagues, partners, or friends, but," Peng Yan said suddenly, and turned around stiffly, leaning his arms on the marble sink, "Others... are not suitable."

He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "I'm sorry, did it bother you?"

Peng Yan turned on the faucet and flushed the toothbrush cup indiscriminately, forgetting to wipe off the toothpaste froth on his mouth. It took him a long time before he said, "No."

"Peng Yan," An Zhenyuan took two steps closer and put his hand on his shoulder, "Look at me."

"What's so interesting." Peng Yan avoided An Zhenyuan's hand indiscriminately.

"Look into my eyes, Peng Yan."

Peng Yan waved his hand, bypassed An Zhenyuan, returned to the bedroom and put on his own clothes, "Director."

"Ok?"

"You, don't pick me up in the future."

An Zhenyuan clenched his hands slowly, his throat was a little sore, his heart hurt as if twisted together, he endured it and said, "Okay."