Yu Nuo spent ten years alone and finally found Luo Wensheng in a sanatorium.

But Luo Wensheng was already suffering from Alzheimer's disease, drooling and unable to speak clearly. The medical staff in the sanatorium were not caring for such an elderly person who had no relatives and no reason, and he had sores on his body.

Yu Nuo squatted down in front of Luo Wensheng, smelling the old man on his body, and shouted: "Luo Wensheng."

"I'm Yu Nuo."

Luo Wensheng opened his breathless eyes, haggard and thin.

Luo Wensheng is almost eighty years old.

Yu Nuo held his old hands. These hands were slender and strong when they were young, and now they were like dead branches.

But it is warm, the heat of life.

He took Luo Wensheng to his home. The home he had lived with for decades is now facing demolition. All the furnishings in the home retained the appearance of Luo Wensheng when he left, but Luo Wensheng could not recognize him.

But the family became popular again, and Yu Nuo also quit his job, took care of him, bathed him, and basked with him. When the weather was sunny, the two of them sat on the balcony to watch the sunset and listened to "Breeze and Drizzle".

"The breeze is accompanied by the drizzle, like me is accompanied by the lovely you."

Suddenly, he returned to the day when they first met in high school. He was chewing buns and running to school in a panic with his schoolbag. When he turned the corner, a bicycle had no time to brake and knocked him to the ground. His arm hurt so much that the buns fell to the ground. He got up and saw Luo Wensheng stretching out his hand.

The seventeen-year-old Luo Wensheng, with a bright look in youth and sunshine.

The day Luo Wensheng died, he suddenly woke up. That morning, when he was sleeping in a daze, he suddenly felt someone beating him. He opened his eyes and saw Luo Wensheng with tears in his eyes.

Luo Wensheng's head was clear, but he still couldn't speak clearly, so he called: "Nuo Nuo."

His trembling lips and brown pupils were covered with mist.

Yu Nuo knew that it was this day.

He climbed into Luo Wensheng's arms, and Luo Wensheng's body smelled fragrant, the same shower gel as before, and the mint smelled. Luo Wensheng loved to clean when he was young, which was the smell he had smelled for decades.

Luo Wensheng hugged him, time was silent, Luo Wensheng suddenly breathed violently, as if he was breathless. Yu Nuo grabbed his clothes, but did not dare to look at him, and shouted: "Luo Wensheng, Luo Wensheng."

Luo Wensheng felt very uncomfortable when he died, and Yu Nuo died with him once.

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Song Chen cried out in his sleep, his body shook, and he woke up suddenly, only to realize that he was dreaming.

In the dream, I looked like Yu Nuo.

Zhao Jindong had turned on the light and looked at him in surprise.

Song Chen felt embarrassed and confused. He put one hand on his eyes. What he felt was not headache or discomfort, but sadness. It seemed that he was not wearing Song Chen, but Yu Nuo.

Zhao Jindong, who was awakened in the middle of the night, looked at him in a daze, and looked at him in surprise. Song Chen used his character and said loudly: "Don't look at me, turn off the lights!"

Zhao Jindong was so surprised that he didn't know what to do, but Song Chen was already wrapped in a quilt and turned around.

He was silent for a while, then reached out and turned off the lights again.

The night was quiet, but Zhao Jindong was no longer sleepy.

The gap in the middle of the quilt was also warm, as if it was smothered by sweat and tears. Because Song Chen curled up, his feet stretched out, and his feet occasionally rubbed against his legs.

If a lonely man and a widow are alone in the room, without any physical condition and without any sparks in spirit, then one side must be sexually indifferent.

Obviously, neither of them.

Even more so, Zhao Jindong is not.

He seemed to have an almost quirky desire for Song Chen who was soaked with fragility and tears. The heat in the quilt was smothering him, and the strange and crying Song Chen excited him.

He didn't know that Song Chen also had such a weak side.

He turned sideways and looked at Song Chen's back in the darkness.

The middle of the quilt was empty. The quilt in front of Song Chen was tightly covered, but his back was exposed to the air. The orchids on the other end of the bed were filled with light. Song Chen was wearing white pajamas, and the outline could be clearly seen against the dark quilt.

His body is actually very thin, and the young man's body is in this shape.

Song Chen felt so sad, but suddenly became alert.

I, Cao, will he travel through time again in the future?

I, Cao.

I, Cao.

What if he wears it into the article he wrote again...

If you wear it in "I am still as beautiful as a flower when my lover gets old"...

Song Chenteng sat up and was no longer sad.

I, Cao, he is scared.

Zhao Jindong was lying on his side to watch, but was startled. He immediately closed his eyes. He opened his eyes slightly in the darkness and saw Song Chen kneeling on the bed blankly with tears on his face.

The article "Love" has just begun to abuse. The plot he set up is still behind. It is too miserable to pass through it!

That is even worse than being able to eat when he is now guarding 191 but cannot eat. At least he doesn't love anything except the male protagonist, everything else is so satisfactory that he can't be as good as he wants. He actually enjoys it quite well. But the article "Love" is really heart-wrenching.

Covering his little heart, Song Chen felt that he had made a wrong move.

He really doesn't have a long memory. What kind of abuse he writes? He should write Tiantiantian, and give a few more 191. "I have a home, one of them at home, a day, a sex at night, a sex on the bed, a sex in the living room, a sex in the toilet, a sex in the wild, a sex here, a sex there..."

It’s so dull that the sky is dark, and love is so far away!

He should write all the love plots he dreamed of, write a good husband who is a great job and the most dedicated person in the world, and is obsessed with him.

It's better than Zhao Jindong!

No, it's better to be the same as him, it's better to be the same as him, except for not loving him.

Thinking of this, Song Chen turned his head to look at Zhao Jindong next to him.

In the haze, you can see Zhao Jindong lying on his side, as if he is asleep.

He wiped his eyes, and the feeling of sadness gradually faded away. He got out of bed, went to the bathroom, stood in front of the mirror and looked at it. His eyes turned red, and the pear blossoms were all in spring and rain.

Oh, he didn't know that he looked so good when he cried now! He really wanted to hold the person in the mirror in his arms and comfort him.

He washed his face, sat on the toilet for a while, and then returned to the bed.

Zhao Jindong had turned around, he lifted the quilt and went to bed, and suddenly heard a rumbling thunder.

He thought of Song Chen he set up, because he was afraid of thunder and darkness.

I am afraid of darkness, so I always have a small lantern on the head of the bed. I am afraid of thunder and I have to accompany me on thunder and rain.

So he pretended to "ah" and said, "It's thundering."

Huh huh huh huh.

After calling, I went to see Zhao Jindong next to me, but I didn't even mean to be sympathetic.

Song Chen lay down embarrassedly.

There was another thunder outside, and this was a good time.

It is a good time to seduce Song Chen and then laugh at him hard. He can turn over and hold Song Chen in his arms tentatively.

Song Chen, who had a disgusting face, was hugged by him, and I don’t know if his mouth was hard first or the bottom was hard first.

But perhaps because she was surprised by Song Chen's appearance just now, Zhao Jindong lay on the bed without moving.

Song Chen dreamed of something just now, crying so sadly.

He remembered that when he was a child, he was bullied when he was sent to the Zhao family. He was very stubborn outside and only cried when he was alone.

It was his own weak and disgraceful past. Of course he would not cry anymore. But when he was crying sadly, the beautiful and inconspicuous Song Chen also said to him: "You are crying, my parents are dead, and I don't cry. You still cry with your own father."

For a while, he was really comforted by this passage, even though his biological father was holding Song Chen in his palm.

Which of them is more unfortunate, he or Song Chen?

Song Chen was lying on the bed, wondering if he should continue to write this abuse article.

Or he can continue to write and write a few more sweet essays at the same time, so that if he wears them again, the chance of wearing them will be higher.

He decided to start tomorrow to write a sweet article, the protagonists of the sweet article are Song Chenchen and Zhao Jindong.

Sweet articles must be banned for eighteen to satisfy his shortcomings!

The article he wrote now has been exposed. If he wants to write the Eighteen Forbiddens of Shame, he has to open his vest.

What is its name?

Song Chen thought for a long time and decided to name it "Cover your face and laugh at me" and match it with "Laughing to the sky", one large and the other small!

I cover my face and laugh at me. I am not serious!

People's relationships are still very strange. Maybe after being lonely for a long time, you will fall in love with any outstanding person and develop a favorable impression. However, once someone in your heart appears, another person like excellent appears, it is difficult for you to be moved easily. Just think about it, it would be great if it was him.

He now thought that if he wanted to wear it again, the person he met would be the same as Zhao Jindong.

Did he feel a little trembling? Song Chen thought of turning over and looking at Zhao Jindong in a hazy state.

Zhao Jindong suddenly turned around and looked at him.

In such a dark environment, he actually saw the light looming in Zhao Jindong's eyes.

He was shocked and heard Zhao Jindong ask, "What dream did you have just dream?"
Chapter completed!