Olivia opened her mouth wide and raised her eyebrows: "He's at your house?!"
Yan Shuo didn't respond for a while, let alone respond to Olivia, and just stared blankly at Shen Zhifan, who opened it from the floor-to-ceiling window next to him and walked in.
He came back against the light, and his expression became unclear. The setting sun was about to sink into the horizon, and there was only a long afterimage between the shadows. The dusk made the light on the curtains soft and confused.
For a moment, Yan Shuo was caught off guard.
He lowered his head, his quivering eyelashes in the silhouette.
"Sorry, I was waiting, but when I heard this, I couldn't help it."
Yan Shuo suddenly fell silent, like an old lamp that went out dumbly, swaying a little bean fire under the sea rain.
Such a silent and indifferent Shen Zhifan, who is Shen Zhifan
When did he regain his memory and why he knew nothing.
Or has he been pretending
Olivia didn't understand Yan Shuo's silence, nor the ups and downs in his heart. Her focus on why Shen Zhifan was here has been turned away.
Her beautiful pupils flickered slightly, her lips pursed slightly, and she looked at him in disbelief: "What did you mean?"
"Actually, your guess is not entirely correct," Shen Zhifan did not bow, although it was an honorific, but Olivia felt that he had a very indifferent pride and alienation, "I was indeed Ferdinandia's 'knife' ."
"You betrayed him?" Olivia's heart was hot and she looked at him quietly.
"It's not a betrayal," Shen Zhifan's voice was a little hoarse, even in front of Olivia and Yan Shuo, "I never did things for him, but for myself."
"How can I trust you?" Olivia's eyes were still flickering with suspicion and suspicion, she couldn't trust Shen Zhifan so well, "You are more likely to be an undercover agent sent by Ferdinand."
Shen Zhifan suddenly chuckled, and Olivia frowned.
Yan Shuo's eyes were saddened on the young man, and his brows were furrowed, as if they were lit by a deep shade of trees.
"His Royal Highness Olivia," Shen Zhifan laughed mockingly, "Don't you really think you hypnotized me?"
Olivia suddenly turned off the fire. Although she was a little annoyed, she couldn't help but believe it.
At that time, she secretly sneaked into Shen Zhifan's side, of course, in order to strike first and become stronger, but the subordinates and hired killers were really too useless, or Shen Zhifan was too strong.
She had no evidence of Shen Zhifan's assassination at all, she just wanted to scare Yan Shuo, otherwise she could have done it at that time.
Speaking of which, Olivia also felt strange at the time, so the hypnotism at the end of the road was unexpectedly useful, and she had the ability to empathize, and the feeling of Shen Zhifan's dazed mood was not a fake, so she didn't have any doubts.
Now it seems that Shen Zhifan's deception is really flawless, even his heart and emotions can be deceived
She could only flicker and struggle to look at Shen Zhifan, trying to see through his purpose and intention under his calm face.
"Then you want to tell me now," Olivia narrowed her eyes slightly, "Are we from one country?"
Shen Zhifan raised his head and said, "Yes, Your Highness Olivia."
"Show your sincerity," Olivia said, still serious, "tell me everything you know."
Shen Zhifan paused and shook his head.
Olivia frowned: "Then what do you mean?"
Shen Zhifan is like a narrow and long shadow, and he is silent and straight and doesn't say a word: "I'm just conveying my position."
Olivia bit her lip, she couldn't make up her mind for a moment whether she should trust Shen Zhifan, but many things were imminent.
She glanced at Yan Shuo again, and found that the general's eyes were dark and absent.
"Lieutenant General," she called to the other party, her voice a bit astringent, "I can trust Shen Zhifan once, but I hope you can live up to my expectations, not betray my mother's promise, and support this country."
"Expel Ferdinandia."
Yan Shuo finally raised his eyes and gave her a deep look: "Yes."
Olivia rubbed her brows in distress. Out of all the confusion, she finally chose to trust Yan Shuo, so she neatly turned off the video call.
The moment the light blue screen was turned off, the room seemed to dim for a moment, and then the light closed, and the mind returned, but fell into a long silence.
In the end, it was Shen Zhifan who broke the silence: "Sorry General, I don't want you to be embarrassed."
Feel sorry
What are you sorry for? Is it because he has retrieved his memory long ago, and everything is lying to him, or does he feel apologetic to see his attentive and affectionate appearance
Yan Shuo didn't know if he was angry or felt annoyed, he looked at him in a complicated way, the corners of his brows and eyes were about to come: "When?"
His voice was as flat as a plateau and a cliff.
When was the memory retrieved, or maybe... Haven't lost my memory at all
Shen Zhifan didn't dare to meet his eyes, and even the voice of the other party became a little distant, but he could clearly understand what he meant.
The north wind whistled in his ears, and the last flower withered in the snow, dazzlingly red.
He thought, as if the beginning of the sentence he said had already ended.
This dream is not like a dream, it is a real fantasy.
After struggling and breaking, he could even smell a trace of rust behind the mirror, and it was like some kind of bloody smell.
But what can he do? He doesn't want Yan Shuo to be embarrassed, and he doesn't want to make licking himself a suspicion and suspicion between Yan Shuo and Olivia.
Not much better even now.
"Not long ago," Shen Zhifan's voice trembled a little, but he concealed it so well that others couldn't hear it at all, but felt that this person was terribly calm and indifferent, "I didn't lie to you."
The voice behind him was so soft, almost a little prayerful, if Yan Shuo would listen carefully.
It's a pity that Yan Shuo didn't, he was breathing deeply, trying to keep himself calm.
He didn't know what he was angry about, but he was still a little angry.
It's not a terrible thing for Shen Zhifan to recover his memory. He knows his past and believes that he has no room for admiration. Even if he recovers his memory, Yan Shuo still thinks... That's still his Shen Zhifan.
Whether it is Shen Zhifan at the age of sixteen or Shen Zhifan at the age of twenty-three, it is Shen Zhifan.
He likes it all.
But Shen Zhifan was lying to him.
Why lie to him
He felt deeply confused and puzzled, but more uneasy.
Before Shen Zhifan lost his memory, they were actually connected.
The last communication broke up unhappily, because Yan Shuo thought that Shen Zhifan was in contact with Ferdinand, he advised in a sharp tone, and asked Shen Zhifan to reply coldly.
— "It's my business, Lieutenant General, I appreciate everything you've done for it, but it's my business."
How did he reply? It was also so calm and indifferent.
- "It's your decision, but I'm disappointed in you."
Then he fell into deep despair, not like despair, but fell into a deep swamp, sinking in a daze, the more he struggled, the more he sank.
Shen Zhifan's amnesia was like a message to save everything. He did not leave any room for him, approaching and kissing, showing affection and tenderness.
Step by step, he wanted to bring himself closer to him, the indifferent young man who was getting colder, that distant dream.
This is his only chance to rebuild the old good, even if the old good is too old, it may not be impossible to rebuild.
He was full of joy, and even felt that he was very close.
Like the kiss not long ago, under the warm snow, or on a bright afternoon.
They kissed very seriously, like the lingering between all the lovers in the world, every minute and every second of singing the beauty of love, willing to touch every inch of each other's breath.
But suddenly, after a circle, he returned to the starting point.
He felt cold all over, blood melted into the frost, and his heart was about to freeze, and it turned into a sharp blade, waving from the limbs to the flesh and blood.
He couldn't help but start to feel disheartened. If Shen Zhifan was acting, what was his affection and effort in Shen Zhifan's eyes
If Shen Zhifan also loves him, as he did seven years ago, or if he loves him as he loves him now, then there is absolutely no need for him to deceive.
He likes him so much that he doesn't care about anything.
Is he really as sure as he said, no, but he is willing to choose to believe, embrace him, and melt him.
It was even because of Olivia that he suddenly opened his mouth and told him clearly that he had long since recovered his memory.
What was the dinner just now, what did that gentle smile and those moving pupils represent
It's a disguise under deception, and it's a real good show.
Yan Shuo didn't want to think about anything, he turned his back and didn't want to look at him, but felt deeply tired and lost.
I like him, I can accommodate everything about him, comfort his past and support his future.
My future is all about him.
But he may not want to.
My wishful thinking, he may not want it.
Did Shen Zhifan ever have him in his heart, or was the twenty-three-year-old Shen Zhifan really so indifferent that he had no trace of affection
"Sir, are you angry?"
The young man behind him suddenly spoke, except for his indifferent voice, this time he directly called him a degree of alienation.
He couldn't help but think sadly in his heart, now the other party doesn't even want to pretend.
"Let's go, dinner is over." Yan Shuo turned his back to him silently, "I want to be alone for the time being."
Suddenly, something shattered in Shen Zhifan's eyes, and it shattered quietly, like a flower that had bloomed to a millet.
If Yan Shuo was willing to look back, he would definitely see that his expression was indifferent and indifferent, but it was about to be broken.
His beautiful and self-directed and self-acted dream was shattered, and even the only tenderness in his heart was shattered.
He doesn't want me anymore.
Shen Zhifan thought in despair, his lips were pale, but he couldn't make a sound.
He really doesn't want me anymore.
What Yan Shuo likes is the sixteen-year-old Shen Zhifan, such a beautiful and innocent boy, who is good in everything, so pleasing, anyone can like it.
Not this broken and shadowy shadow.
He was only twenty-three years old, not old.
His appearance is so young and handsome, more dazzling than the sun, but his inner soul has been boiled into a pool of old mud by the long years of solitary struggle, and he can't even pick it up.
Who would like him like this, he doesn't even need to pretend, Yan Shuo has seen it with his own eyes.
He recognized him in the underground mecha field. He was wearing a military uniform and looked at him from afar, while he lay in the cursed hell like a ghost.
Even though Yan Shuo was kind to his former savior, it was different in the end.
How dare Shen Zhifan approach him.
Every step closer to Yan Shuo was like being stripped of his flesh and blood by a knife, letting in the light, and every inch of light seemed to tell him.
You see, Yan Shuo is still that handsome man like an eagle in the sun, a light you can't reach, and you.
The distance between them is no longer long galaxies and never-ending journeys, but real, unreachable distances.
Only by hypnotizing myself can I regain a little, that little warmth.
Fake is fine.
I'm dying.
It turned out that love is really the most hurtful blade in the world, he thought, his body was about to shatter, and the blade was twisted into his heart, and even the last trace of decency could not be maintained.
But he can't die, and he won't die.
Even if the soul is withered, who will care, not to mention that he is still standing here.
Yan Shuo silently looked at the last ray of light outside, the distant horizon, the last ray of light was about to be swallowed up in the cold night.
The people behind him didn't move for a long time, but his heart was restless.
He couldn't help but turn his head, but was stunned.
It was dark in the room, but the young man's skin was white and glowing. The owner of the body unbuttoned the shirt in front of him quite gracefully and slowly. The whiteness on his chest made him subconsciously turn his eyes again.
He heard his heart pounding, he was at a loss, and felt inexplicably excited.
"Please don't look back," Shen Zhifan's voice was broken and desperate, "Otherwise I will immediately stop this nasty behavior."
But he couldn't hear the signal for help inside. He only felt that the other party was not a pleading, but a statement and seduction without emotion.
His voice was around his ears, but he could barely hear it.
There was a buzzing in his ears, only to hear the sound of the zipper being especially harsh in the silent room.
He obviously couldn't see anything, but his voice became hot and his mouth was dry.
Soon the other party hugged him from behind, and he could feel the other party's naked chest and warm breath slowly spraying on the back of his neck.
Like a prairie fire.
The last ray of light in the distance completely melted into the darkness. It was night, the dark clouds were too deep, and there was not a single star in the sky.
As if all ugliness will do whatever it wants.
What is he doing, what am I doing.
Yan Shuo thought blankly, but couldn't think of anything.
Everything is empty, only the flesh behind him is hot and real.
"What do you want from me."
His words couldn't help being cold, and if he didn't keep this cold, he would go crazy now, kissing every inch of each other's skin, then tearing him apart and swallowing him piece by piece.
Shen Zhifan couldn't help but tremble, and even the palm that penetrated the hem of the opponent's sweater stopped.
He didn't want anything, he just wanted the last bit of warmth.
He has nothing left. The most ridiculous thing is that he only has this decent skin. It would be nice if he could confuse him a little.
"I want you to kiss me... um..."
Before he could finish speaking, Yan Shuo turned his head, snapped his chin, and tightly sealed his lips.
"…I hate you a little bit."
Yan Shuo gritted his teeth and told him while kissing, heavy moans filled the night.
He couldn't see the melancholy eyes of the young man in the darkness, he only knew that the other party was stroking his body without thinking, inch by inch, the pulp of his fingers twirled around his chest.
Ambiguity, desire and anger devoured him on such a night.
He sighed silently, then hugged the young man horizontally.
This is his room, and it takes no light to know where the soft, wide bed is.