Chapter 103: I'm sorry, I can never say it

In X City, Yan Yu never went back after leaving that place at the age of eighteen. His grandfather said at the beginning that it’s better not to come back for the rest of your life as long as you go. Yan Yu is true and never set foot once. .
The long-distance bus is driving steadily on the road, and you can see the fast-reversed scenery outside through the glass window. Unconsciously, it is already the season of blossoms. The eyes are large golden areas, and the breeze is passing by, and there is a ripple. Later, the fields are within sight.
Yan Yu glanced out the window, and finally withdrew his gaze. For the place he was about to arrive, he was obviously not at peace. Xun Chuan was in a transparent state of soul. He sat on his lap and quietly looked at the large swaths of scenery passing by. Yan Yu could hear the voice, and said in a strange tone: "When I came last time, it was still bare and nothing."
Yan Yu didn't speak, and clenched his palms tightly. It took four or five hours to drive to City X. It was still very early. He leaned on the back of his chair, half-dreamed and half-awake in the slight bumps of the car, and then made a bizarre dream.
Under him is a leather sofa, with cold tentacles and a noisy ear, like someone holding a wheat and howling at ghosts and wolves. When you open your eyes, there are people everywhere. The dazzling lights change quickly, and you can’t catch it quickly. Yan Yu understands, he In the bar box.
He has his own consciousness, but his body movements are not controlled at all. He reaches out to grab a bottle of wine from the coffee table, and then fills the wine glass, the color is magnificent, there is still a cigarette in his fingertips, and the spark is indefinite.
There was a mobile phone on the coffee table, which buzzed and vibrated twice, Yan Yu glanced at the call notification, hesitated for a moment or connected, but his tone was very cold: "Something?"
There was a faint whistling cold wind over the microphone, and Xun Chuan inhaled his nose, not knowing whether it was crying or freezing. He took a deep breath and tried to calmly said: "You want 20,000 yuan. Money, I'll hit you on the account."
Yan Yu flicked the soot, and his handsome face was indeterminate in the light: "It's good, it's the breakup fee."
There was a momentary loss of voice over the microphone, leaking the rapid breathing, so Yan Yu was sure that Xun Chuan was crying. He didn't hang up the phone and waited patiently for the other party to reply.
"I don't know!" Xun Chuan couldn't breathe out of crying, he kicked the suitcase beside him angrily, squatted beside the station and shouted: "I don't care, I don't want to give you money. You, I don’t know if I die!"
Yan Yu hung up the phone and threw the phone back on the coffee table. He raised his head and poured a glass of spirits. There was a bald man next to him who was singing karaoke. A snake was tattooed on the tiger’s mouth. He whistled: "Yan. Brother has the ability. That rich young master from Xun Chuan is like something. It's not like being played around by you. It's a shame to be divided. It's hard to find a dog lick these days."
He giggled, and his words were full of nasty smiles: "Xunchuan is more prettier than women, that waist, that leg, I have always been a man's heart, you don't want it, let the buddies take over!"
Yan Yu didn't say anything, just turned the weighty empty wine glass in his hand, and then felt that it was not a big advantage. He changed a whole bottle of unopened bottle, and someone next to him quietly pulled Dongzi and smiled. Rounding off: "You are a toad who wants to eat swan meat. One day they don't break up, which time is it true? You are so short and poor. If you are really divided, people will look down on you. Just shut up."
Dongzi was drunk and disagreed, but seeing Yan Yu's somewhat gloomy profile, he sat back.
Within a minute, the mobile phone on the coffee table rang again, and Yan Yu put the mobile phone to her ear, closed her eyes, and listened to what the other party wanted to say.
Xun Chuan’s cold voice was trembling, and his speech was a bit intermittent, barely maintaining the last trace of dignity: "Did you scold you the day you got angry? Okay, I apologize, I shouldn’t scold you..."
Yan Yu frowned and patted his trouser legs: "You're right, I'm a scum, they all know, if you don't believe it, remember to wipe your eyes clean next time you find someone."
"I just don't believe it!"
Xun Chuan's emotions collapsed in an instant. He began to be unable to suppress the choking in his throat, like an aggrieved child, making unreasonable and unreasonable troubles: "Yan Yu, I only want you, and I don't want others. Will we do well in the future? I won’t quarrel with you anymore, I won’t lose my temper anymore, I change everything..."
This was definitely the most aggrieved time Xun Chuan cried in Yan Yu's memory. Even if he wanted to get back together before, he was awkward to show his favor, and he had never apologized in such a low voice.
"Yan Yu, I'm waiting for you in City X. Come here. You know I'm afraid of the dark. There is no one here. It's dark everywhere. I'm afraid. I won't break up or leave. I'm waiting for you. Come here, will you come here..."
"I won't go, go home by yourself."
Everything was repeating step by step. Yan Yu was in a daze for a moment. At this moment, Dongzi was holding a glass of wine and staggered over. He splashed all over him without knowing whether it was intentional or unintentional.
Yan Yu conditioned reflex to stand up, threw the phone on the coffee table, and then dusted his trouser legs. Dongzi apologized insincerely, and his face was full of gloat.
Yan Yu was not in the mood to trouble him, and went to the bathroom.
The phone was placed on the coffee table, before the screen was turned off, Dongzi reached out and took it, digging out Xunchuan’s number from the address book, and then sent a text message. Someone saw it and asked, "You kid, What bad thing is Nayan Yu's mobile phone doing? When he goes crazy, no one will save you."
Dongzi didn't care, and looked triumphant: "Hey, let me see how long the fool can wait. They both broke up anyway. I don't believe Yan Yu can kill me."
Someone tweeted: "It's snowing outside, and someone freezes to death. You are so wicked!"
Yan Yu came back. He faintly felt that something that he didn't know had happened. Then he took the phone under the gaze of everyone, and turned over the chat history. Dongzi was not afraid, he deleted the message after sending it out. , Do not believe what Yan Yu can find out.
After that, Yan Yu’s cell phone quieted strangely. There was no news or any calls. He sat on the sofa and kept changing positions. After checking the time, he found that it was night and the heating was on in the box. It's not the slightest cold, but occasionally someone comes in and out, engulfing the cold outside wind, blowing it like a knife.
Someone scolded, "It's so cold. I won't go back today. Let's make do with one night here."
The hour hand turned ticking, with a rapid voice, Yan Yu clutched the phone with strong strength to insert it into the palm of his hand, and finally beckoned to the person next to him: "Lend me your car key."
It was the time of the New Year that everyone who should go home went home. The snow was heavy, there were few cars on the street, and there were only a handful of pedestrians. The surrounding area was basically empty in the middle of the night.
There is a roof above the station in X City, which can barely block part of the wind and snow. A thinly-dressed man walked back and forth, as if waiting for someone. He let out a breath of cold, it was cold, and pulled out from the suitcase beside him. A coat is put on, but it still cannot withstand the erosion of the cold at night.
The nearby shops were closed, and the hotel was also closed. Xun Chuan’s hands and feet had begun to stiffen. He dared not walk because Yan Yu could not find him. He squatted on the ground and waited quietly. With a chill, he wiped his sleeves and looked at the text message over and over.
Wait for me, come here immediately
The sender indicated that it was severe.
Xun Chuan's hands are very beautiful, slender, white, with distinct bone joints. At the moment, they are blue and purple, red and swollen. His opponent slammed on the heater and wanted to call Yan Yu, but he was afraid to annoy him, so he finally rested. Thought.
They were awkward and quarreling before, and Yan Yu couldn't tell every time, but he came every time.
Yan Yu will come, Xun Chuan is convinced.
He raised his eyes and saw the lights on the opposite residential building, and the warm lights came out from the windows, and he could hear a laugh, mixed with the voice of the hostess of the Spring Festival Gala.
Xun Chuan's eyes were bright, with a little envy, but when he thought that Yan Yu would pick him up later, he didn't envy him anymore.
Unknowingly, six hours have passed. Snowflakes are falling vastly, and there is no tendency to stop. Xun Chuan's hands have begun to become numb. He sniffs and wants to call Yan Yu. It turns out that it is turned off. Powered up.
Xun Chuan squatted in the snow, feeling like a fool, and finally stood up and walked around to get warm. He didn't notice a tall black figure slowly coming towards him not far behind him, with a cold light flashing on the tip of his knife.
The snow fell in a thick layer, and when he stepped on it, there was a crunching sound. Xun Chuan heard the footsteps coming from behind, dragging heavily, completely different from Yan Yu, and a vigilance rose quietly in his heart, and he retreated calmly. I was farther away, pulling my suitcase and wanted to leave.
The other party was a tall man. Seeing that Xun Chuan was about to leave, he didn't intend to hide. Seeing that there was no one around, he quickly stepped forward and strangled Xun Chuan's neck with the tip of the knife against his back. He said fiercely: "Don't move!"
Xun Chuan subconsciously wanted to fight back, but after assessing his physical strength, he chose to give up, took a breath, and calmly said: "If you want money, I can give it to you."
Hearing this, the man let out a sickly low smile: "I want money and life."
When he said that, he began to drag him towards the alley behind the station. Seeing that the situation was wrong, Xun Chuan slammed his stomach with an elbow, and ran out when the robbers were slack, who knew he hadn't had time to call for help. His back was numb, followed by a sharp pain, and some warm liquid slowly soaked out of the clothes.
The robber drew the knife, covered his mouth and dragged it deep into the alley. Xun Chuan struggled desperately, slashing his fingers on the ground, touching the ground under the snow, and forcibly broke two nails.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but suddenly there was the sound of a galloping car in the distance, gradually approaching.
Is it Yan Yu...?
Xun Chuan's eyes widened. He didn't know where his strength came from, and suddenly broke free from the bandit's restraint and scrambled with him. At this time, a black car stopped in front of the station with its lights bright and it was very eye-catching in the dark.
The robber seemed to be a little flustered, found out a brick in a hurry, hit Xun Chuan's knee severely, and then stumbled away.
In a daze, there was a warm and viscous liquid slowly flowing down, Xun Chuan wiped his face, his eyes were scarlet, he saw a tall man getting out of the car, his eyebrows were so familiar, his eyes were hot, Crying, shouted in a low voice: "Yan Yu..."
For some reason, he couldn't make a sound, so he could only rub his elbow and crawl out a little bit, leaving a faint trace of blood behind him, repeating a person's name: "Yan Yu..."
The surroundings were surprisingly quiet, the corners of the clothes rubbed the ground, making a rustling sound, Yan Yu looked around, and finally heard the abnormal movement in the alley, and stopped, as if he noticed something, and ran over quickly.
The alley was in a mess, and in the panic, Yan Yu tripped over a stone in the snow and fell into a awkward somersault. He saw the figure beside him, and crawled over and hugged him: "Xun Chuan ?!"
He stroked Xun Chuan's cold, snow-foamed face with his fingertips with a touch of warmth, but he felt the stickiness of his hand, with the smell of cold rust.
"Yan Yu..."
Xun Chuan’s fear and fear were finally vented at this moment. He clutched Yan Yu’s collar and couldn't cry: "I knew you would come... I knew..."
Yan Yu didn't speak, wrapped him in his arms and warmed his cold body, then bowed his head and kissed Xun Chuan's cold and trembling lips, and hugged him tightly: "Nothing..."
"nothing……"
Xun Chuan hugged his neck, buried him on his shoulders, and cried, "I have no home... Yan... Yan Yu... Don't... Don't break up with me... From now on I... myself Earn money to support you... the money is... all to you..."
Yan Yu wiped away his tears with warm fingertips, kissed his eyelids, paused, and whispered: "Okay, regardless of..."
Xun Chuan finally broke his tears into a smile. He raised his eyes to look at Yan Yu. He looked like a ghost with blood red under his eyes. He moved his lips silently, and his voice suddenly became broken and hoarse: "Okay...no distinction..."
There was a cut in the throat and blood gurgled out.
Yan Yu trembled all over and woke up in shock. He suddenly sat upright and looked around with wide-eyed eyes. It turned out that all the people in a car were asleep, and there was a ray of phantom soul sitting in his arms, his eyes passing through. The glass, still quietly holding the blossoms outside.
It's a dream...
Yan Yu covered his face with his hands, concealing an expression that was worse than crying.
Xun Chuan seemed to feel something, and turned his head to look at him.
Yan Yu slowly put down his hands, and suddenly pulled Xun Chuan into his arms, bowed his head and kissed his lips again and again.
The latter shook his toes, looking very happy.