Opening his eyes again, Yan Qingshan found himself on a bus, sitting on a window seat.
The road signs outside the window receded quickly, and in the distance were rolling peaks, with a slight mist lingering on the top.
At this time, a familiar deep voice sounded beside him.
"Before I got on the bus, I checked the list of accommodation arrangements. They put you and Zhao Xingdi in a room together...I'll find him to change it later, okay?"
Yan Qingshan still looked out of the window, passing another road sign a few seconds ago, the place name marked on it gave him a sense of time and space confusion.
Seeing that he didn't respond for a long time, the other party called again with concern in his tone: "Senior?"
Yan Qingshan withdrew his gaze from the window, turned his head to look at the seat beside him, saw the other person's appearance clearly, he couldn't help feeling a long-lost trance in his heart.
Objectively speaking, this is indeed a face deeply loved by the creator, with handsome and pleasing facial features, but compared with Yan Qingshan's previous impressions, the brows and eyes are less deep and cold, and more immature Sentimental.
—Having been together day and night for a long time, he has almost forgotten what Han Ning looked like in his early twenties.
It turned out that once upon a time, this guy would obediently call him senior. Before doing things, I still know how to ask honestly if it’s okay, so it’s not like later...
Looking back now, it roughly started with a formal relationship, and it got worse after marriage. All kinds of messy names on and off the bed are simply unbearable. No" that way...
So, looking at this young man who was still young and young, Yan Qingshan couldn't help feeling a little emotional.
How do you say that? Years are indeed like a butcher's knife, the knife sees the bone.
As if aware of his strangeness, Han Ning came closer: "Senior? What's the matter, is there something uncomfortable?"
Yan Qingshan looked at him with complicated eyes, but he shook his head after all.
The other party was relieved when he heard the words, so he tentatively asked again: "Then what I just said... When we arrive at the hotel over there, can I share a room with you?"
Yan Qingshan kept a serious expression, and was silent for a while—the person in front of him was staring at him, waiting for his answer.
Then he nodded slightly, and replied softly: "Okay."
For a few seconds, the surroundings were completely quiet, as if they were holding their breath.
As if amused by this reaction, the corners of Yan Qingshan's lips curled up silently, and he smiled slightly.
That pair of eyebrows and eyes that have always been cold and almost seem a little arrogant, suddenly immersed in a gentle and gentle smile, for a moment, it was like melting snow and cherry blossoms in the wind, clear and pleasing to the eye, so that the hearts of those who watched Then soften it completely.
The top law student who can talk so eloquently that his opponents can't stand it in the major debate competitions, now he stumbles: "... what, what?"
"I said yes, I agree." Yan Qingshan's tone was unprecedentedly gentle, and he repeated it patiently.
Han Ning just stared there blankly, with an almost unbelievable and dreamlike expression in his expression.
"Why don't you talk?"
As if afraid that the people in the seats around would hear it, Yan Qingshan called him in a very low voice: "... Ningning?"
—In Yan Qingshan's memory, having known Han Ning for so many years, this is the second time he has called Han Ning in such an intimate and nasty way.
The first time was last year.
During that time, Han Ning took on a very difficult and major case. After several months, it can be said that he spent a lot of effort, but in the end he still failed to defend. This is nothing at all, no matter how famous he is in the circle, as long as he is in this line of work, no top lawyer can never lose a case.
However, it was a coincidence that the final trial of that case happened to be on the same day as their wedding anniversary.
Of course, the atmosphere of celebration that should have been relaxed and happy that day inevitably became a little subtle.
In fact, Han Ning himself didn't show any obvious depression, but Yan Qingshan was leaning against the kitchen door and watching him prepare dinner, and somehow thought of something.
Not long before that, the head of the college department hosted a birthday party for the ten-year-old daughter of the family. Including Yan Qingshan, colleagues from the same department naturally joined in the show. As a result, when we arrived at the banquet venue, we found that the always majestic and ruthless Director was squatting at the entrance without any image, and standing in front of him was a little girl.
When I got closer, I heard the very flattering soft voice coaxing softly: "... Dad knows that our baby has done a good job, and no one will blame you. The baby is the best, and the baby has worked hard..."
A group of colleagues in the department were blocked at the door just like this, and witnessed the whole process of the boss's OOC, which lasted for ten minutes.
Afterwards, I heard people gossip to explain the reason. It turned out that the little birthday princess failed the mid-term exam in the class, and fell from the first place occupied by Wannian to the second place.
When he finally came in and took a seat, the director came over to entertain them. Faced with a bunch of smiling eyes, he could only helplessly spread his hands: "This child has such a personality, he is too strong... If he is not coaxed in time, he will definitely hide under the quilt at night." A person is secretly sad."
…
— Hiding under the quilt at night and feeling sad alone
Applying this sense of imagery to Han Ning at this moment, Yan Qingshan was embarrassed by his own imagination two seconds later.
However, seeing the back of the other party who was cooking without saying a word, for some reason, he also saw a bit of depression, and couldn't help feeling a little soft-hearted, so he walked forward and gently hugged him from behind. hit him.
"Huh?" Han Ning paused for a while, then turned his head to look over: "Hungry? Just a few more minutes."
Yan Qingshan shook his head, and said in a serious and nonchalant way: "You did a good job."
The expression on Han Ning's face suddenly froze slightly.
Thinking that a single sentence of comfort and encouragement was not enough, so he added another sentence:
"... Ning Ning has worked hard."
——The consequence of this sentence is that that whole night, a certain idiot who is said to be "exhausted, depressed and depressed" pestered him in every corner of the house to unlock n kinds of games that broke the lower limit of shame. , which directly contributed to the cold violence in the marriage unilaterally led by Mr. Yan in the following week, and also indirectly caused Mr. Yan to secretly swear in his heart that no matter what in this life, he would never call this stupid name out of his own mouth again.
#真香WARNING#
-certainly not.
Now it's just a special case and doesn't count.
Yan Qingshan told himself silently.
"..."
Now hearing those two words from his mouth, Han Ning became more and more sluggish, with shortness of breath and red ears.
—Sure enough, this reaction is not at the same level, and it is instantly dropped from the restriction of eighteen to the full age of pure love.
"I promise you… "
Yan Qingshan repeated it softly, with an unprecedented tenderness in his tone.
But after a moment, the soft affection retreated without warning, as if the clouds were blown away by the mountain wind, leaving only the inhuman coldness.
Then he added: "The divorce thing."
The moment those four words fell into his ears, the surprised look on Han Ning's face suddenly froze, his whole body seemed to be pricked by some invisible needle, the pupils of his eyes shrank suddenly, and his expression went blank for two seconds.
Before his brain understood the meaning of the words, the organs in the chest gave a response first, and the heart hurt like being pinched by iron clamps, making his back slightly arched. My mind was empty, but there seemed to be a suppressed and imprisoned beast lurking deep in the corner of consciousness, baring its teeth and claws to break through the shackles.
Yan Qingshan watched his reaction silently, and sighed vaguely.
Hearing this sigh, Han Ning raised his head with some difficulty, but he didn't know if it was because of the angle of the light, he vaguely saw a few traces of sadness in Yan Qingshan's eyes.
Her throat suddenly convulsed, and Han Ning's voice was hoarse and hoarse, as if a rusty blade rolled over a whetstone: "...don't cry."
"It's my fault... don't cry."
He instinctively squeezed these words out of his mouth, but couldn't understand why he said such words—what did he do wrong
Yan Qingshan turned his eyes away and looked out of the window again.
— who cried. There's nothing to cry about.
Han Ning froze in his seat, looking at him helplessly. Obviously, what the other party said made him feel incomprehensible, and even the environment around him revealed an indescribably weird sense of distortion, but he had no time to take care of these weird things. It was only because of the restlessness coming from somewhere in his heart that made him panic rarely. He felt a strange uneasiness for no reason, as if he foresaw something terrible was about to happen.
"Senior—"
But just as he yelled, the surroundings suddenly fell into darkness without warning, and the visual gap caused him to lose sight of the outlines of nearby objects.
Han Ning felt more and more flustered, as if the person beside him disappeared without a sound. He stretched out his hand until he found the other's wrist, and squeezed it tightly in his palm.
In the next second, with a light click, the field of vision brightened up again.
Yan Qingshan let his left hand be grabbed, raised his right hand and turned on the light on the top of the seat.
Han Ning stared at him closely, and was stunned for two seconds before realizing the situation.
... By the way, the route of this journey will pass through a long tunnel in the middle.
But even so, the tight uneasiness in his heart didn't fade at all, and he didn't relax his grip on the opponent's wrist.
Yan Qingshan looked at him silently for a few seconds, then lowered his eyes to look at the knuckles that the other party held on his wrist so hard that they turned white, and suddenly asked in a low voice:
"Do you regret it?"
This question filtered through Han Ning's mind, but it only made him feel puzzled: "What?"
Yan Qingshan hooked the corner of his mouth, but his eyebrows and eyes were as cold as ice, without a smile: "I knew it would be so uncomfortable to be with me, do you regret saving me?"
—At the beginning. saved him.
What was it? When did he save him
And he said "together"? He obviously hasn't agreed to his pursuit...
Grasping the strange words in the other party's words, he felt more and more suspicious. Han Ning was about to ask further questions, but the whole carriage suddenly trembled violently, followed by intensive roars from all directions. The bang from the tunnel was still deafening through the windows.
— Tunnel collapsed!
All kinds of panic screams suddenly erupted in the carriage. As soon as the word popped out of Han Ning's mind, his body leaned to the side as if consciously, trying to protect the people around him.
However, Yan Qingshan's movements were faster than him.
…
Physically, it seemed as if a century had passed before the successive rumbling vibrations of the entire space finally stopped.
The seat lamp above the head seemed to have been damaged by various impacts and vibrations, and it flickered every few seconds, adding a strange and ominous meaning to it.
At the same time, a strong bloody smell permeated the cramped corner, mixed with smoke and dust, and it was very pungent. The two bodies were tightly pressed together, and the feeling of hot and humid blood bubbling from the wound made each other feel clearly.
The unreasonable emptiness and uneasiness before hovered in my heart for a long time, and now it finally came to fruition.
Han Ning's fingers on the shoulders of the person in front of him trembled violently, and his bloodshot eyes stared at him in horror, almost with a sense of instant vision: "Yan Qingshan!"
... so fierce.
In the seven years since they were together, it was the first time that Yan Qingshan heard Han Ning calling his name in such a tone. He subconsciously sighed for a second, and then, the sharp tear on his chest and back The pain began to spread to the nerve endings without leaking.
Probably because he injured his lungs, he soon felt short of breath, and coughed up a few drops of blood as soon as he opened his mouth.
But he still tried his best to enunciate clearly and said word by word: "I'll give it back to you."
After finishing a sentence, he had reached the limit, and his breath gradually became weaker and weaker irreversibly.
Han Ning grabbed him tightly, but he couldn't do anything. His throat was blocked like a ball of cotton and he was desperate. Scorched eyes.
The heartbeat in his chest suddenly thumped rapidly, and then, the whole world around him also fell into silence.