He was afraid that Yan Mingxiu had changed the lock, so he brought some tools. He didn't know if he could open it. He should try his luck. At least he would understand what lock it was. If he couldn't open it himself, he would spend money to find a stolen to help him.

He was determined to go in.

When he arrived at the community, it was already past two o'clock. The community was quiet, with lush and dense crowns, blocking most of the moonlight. There were a few street lights hanging on both sides of the path, and the entire space gave people a hidden feeling.

Zhou Xiang slandered and climbed up the stairs. He grabbed the handle of his door, turned on the flashlight, and squatted down to look at the door lock. Yan Mingxiu didn't change the lock, but it was the same one. What about the key?

Zhou Xiang quietly opened the fire box and touched it with his fingers. After a while, he touched the small piece of cold metal.

The key is there too...

Yan Mingxiu was so unprepared? He still left the key here?

Zhou Xiang couldn't help but feel suspicious, but he had no time to worry about it. He quickly took out the key and gently opened the door.

The room was pitch black. He held up his flashlight and decided to get the second prize trophy his father won when he participated in the national stick art competition. That was the thing his father was most proud of. When he was a child, he often pestered his father to teach him.

With his memory, he touched the second row of cabinets close to the TV, opened the glass cabinet door, and reached for the rusty trophy.

Just as his fingertips were about to touch the trophy, his eyes suddenly lit up and the lights in the living room were turned on!

Zhou Xiang was so scared that his heart was beating for a while. His eyes could not adapt to the light for a moment, and he lowered his head in embarrassment. When he slowly opened his eyes and turned his head in surprise, he saw Yan Mingxiu standing at the door of the bedroom, staring at him like a wolf, his eyes were red, as if he would pounce on him at any time!

Zhou Xiang retracted his trembling hand and stayed stiffly in place. The two of them looked at each other at a distance of several meters. It was clearly such a small house, and it was so close, but he felt that there was an abyss in front of him, and no one had the courage to cross over.

Zhou Xiang understood in an instant. What Yan Mingxiu said yesterday was that he was blocking him here today, and everything was arranged by Yan Mingxiu, just to make him anxious and reveal his strength.

At this point, he couldn't find any reason to explain the situation in front of him. Which thief would steal a rusty, worthless trophy?

Yan Mingxiu could hardly breathe. Every breath he breathed was accompanied by huge pain. Everything he had experienced these days was countless times greater than all the pain he had endured in his life. He had the illusion that his body was already full of holes. When he saw the person in front of him, when he was sure what he was thinking, he thought he would be extremely excited, but the reality was that he could not speak, and he could not even take a step. He was already pinched to his throat by the emotions that were on the verge of collapse.

The two of them looked at each other in such a funny and painful manner for more than ten seconds before Yan Mingxiu squeezed out a difficult sentence from his throat, "It's really... it's you..."

Zhou Xiang didn't explain anything. He took off his scarf and coat because he was covered in sweat and had no part of his internal organs. He was so bored that he was almost fainted. He had no need to wear it anymore. Since he had already reached this point, he shouldn't leave. This is his house and his home. He wanted Yan Mingxiu to return it to him!

Yan Mingxiu walked over step by step, getting closer and closer. Zhou Xiang looked at his distorted expression and unconsciously took a step back.

This step suddenly stimulated Yan Mingxiu. He rushed up with one step and pressed Zhou Xiang against the wall. His red eyes stared at Zhou Xiang with a ferocious look, and his voice changed to an outrageous note, "It's you... it's really you..."

Zhou Xiang's lips trembled and he looked at Yan Mingxiu stiffly.

Yan Mingxiu hugged Zhou Xiang tightly, "It's really you... Zhou Xiang... It's really you, why, why don't you tell me, you are so close to me, but you are unwilling to tell me!" Yan Mingxiu roared, "I thought you were dead! I thought you were dead, Zhou Xiang! Why do you treat me like this? How much do you hate me? Why do you treat me like this!"

Yan Mingxiu's tears flowed down. He grabbed Zhou Xiang, like holding a tree in the flood. Once he let go, he would fall into the abyss again. How did he come over the past three years? He could no longer describe how he had come. He lied to himself day by day. Zhou Xiang was not dead, and Zhou Xiang would come back, so he ignored the opposition of his whole family and went to be a star. He thought Zhou Xiang must be angry with him, so he refused to come back to see him. He wanted Zhou Xiang to always

If you can see him, maybe one day, Zhou Xiang will come back. He waited day after day, and was deeply tormented by expectations and despair every day. The regret engraved into his bones and the longing like an abyss have completely taken away all his thoughts about the future. There is a voice in his heart that tells him that Zhou Xiang is dead, but he has been suppressed by him again and again. He did not see Zhou Xiang's body, and he must hold on to the hope that Zhou Xiang is still alive, otherwise how can he hold on?

How can he hold on? In a world without Zhou Xiang, after this person gave him his best relationship and completely removed him, how can he hold on?

He just passed three years, three years, more than a thousand days and nights, every minute and every second of longing and pain. How did he get through it?

He had never really been in love and had his childish love wrongly, but he was about to wake up. He no longer wanted to separate from Zhou Xiang. As long as he gave him some more time, he could figure out who he loved. But why did he cut off all the hopes without even giving him this opportunity.

No one can understand how he felt when Zhou Xiang knew something happened.

He wished he could die.

Fortunately, God really didn't give up on him, and Zhou Xiang was really back, but he had been by his side for nearly a year but said nothing.

Is it to torture him?

If it weren't for so many clues, if it weren't for the incident that made Zhou Xiang reveal the biggest flaw, how long would he have to hide it? Perhaps until the day he died, he wouldn't know that the person he was thinking about was next to him!

Yan Mingxiu almost collapsed.

Zhou Xiang actually hates him so much...

Zhou Xiang was shocked when he looked at Yan Mingxiu's crazy expression and the tears that kept falling. Every tear of Yan Mingxiu was like a knife falling on his heart, making him at a loss.

Yan Mingxiu touched his face and said hoarsely: "I'm sorry, sorry... Zhou Xiang, don't hate me, I did a lot of things wrong... But I miss you so much, I miss you so much that I'm almost crazy, don't hate me..."

Zhou Xiang looked at him in a daze, his heart was tightly grabbed by an invisible hand, almost suffocating him. He could not digest so much that shocked him for a moment, and his head was blank.

Why did Yan Mingxiu look like this? Didn’t he always love Wang Yudong? If he was so sad about his death, why did he never give himself any hope during the time they were together?

Even if it was so little that he felt that Yan Mingxiu liked his hope, he didn't understand it any longer. He only remembered that he kept chasing and pleasing, while Yan Mingxiu was always hot and cold. Until he knew who Yan Mingxiu was in his heart, he gave up.

What is now? What does it mean now? What does it mean to be so sad?

Zhou Xiang opened his mouth and tears almost fell. He wanted to push Yan Mingxiu away with his hand, but he couldn't use his strength and could not shake the force at all.

Yan Mingxiu held him tightly, as if he was afraid that he would slip away, screaming sadly, "Zhou Xiang, you say something, you fucking say something, I beg you, do you know how much I miss you? Do you know how I have lived in these three years? I love you, do you understand? I said it was too late, but you didn't even give me a chance to say it. Zhou Xiang, I will not let you go again, I will never..."

When Zhou Xiang heard those three words, he heard the sound of the collapse of the world he built.

Love? Yan Mingxiu loves him?

If Yan Mingxiu loved him, why would he die? Why?

Zhou Xiang finally opened his mouth, and he looked at Yan Mingxiu with blurry eyes. He said, "How can you say you love me? Yan Mingxiu, how the hell can you say this to me? When you were on me, you thought to Wang Yudong, you tied me at home and refused to let me go out for a phone call. You don't care about how you humiliate me. You... You said you love me? Yan Mingxiu, why can you say this?"

Every word is crying.

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Yan Mingxiu's face was full of pain. Any explanation left to this day would seem pale and powerless, because everything was irreversible. Although Zhou Xiang was standing in front of him now, he could not change the fact that this person had died once.

Without having to blame Zhou Xiang for him, he regretted that he wanted to kill himself. Not only did he recognize the wrong person, but he also served the wrong person. If Zhou Xiang really died that way, leaving him suffering for the rest of his life would be the best punishment for him.

But Zhou Xiang is still alive. Although in such an incredible way, he doesn't care. No matter what Zhou Xiang becomes, as long as this is Zhou Xiang, he only wants Zhou Xiang!

"Zhou Xiang, don't hate me, give me a chance, let's start over, I did a lot of things wrong, but you are still alive, give me a chance to compensate you, Zhou Xiang..."

Yan Mingxiu said those words Zhou Xiang didn't dare to think about, and every word was pricked on his heart. Zhou Xiang didn't know how to describe his mood, both sad and ridiculous.

Before meeting Yan Mingxiu, he was a passionate person. He was not promiscuous, but he liked to chase people who intoxicated him and gave him fresh and exciting. After meeting Yan Mingxiu, he suddenly realized that he could actually be a very dedicated person. At least, he never thought of bringing anyone into his parents' house. At that time, he sincerely hoped that Yan Mingxiu could live there forever.

What he gave was 100% sincerity, and what Yan Mingxiu gave him was the shame of treating him as a substitute.

When he had his last call with Yan Mingxiu in a small mountain village in a remote mountainous village in Guangxi, he had already given up. Although he liked Yan Mingxiu so much, and although he couldn't give up for a while, he had decided to give up completely. He died without the idea of ​​being with Yan Mingxiu, and he did not want to be with Yan Mingxiu. When Yan Mingxiu said this, Zhou Xiang was not unhappy, but he felt more heartbroken.

The terrifying pile of white bones were clearly printed in his mind at this time, and every word Yan Mingxiu said became a great irony.

Zhou Xiang asked himself that he was not so envious, and he could not forgive Yan Mingxiu. Although his death was not entirely Yan Mingxiu's fault, without Yan Mingxiu, he would never be desperate and take over the documentary work. He had no choice... He could not reconcile with him after seeing himself turning into a skeleton.

It's a fantasy.

Zhou Xiang endured the bitterness of his nose rushing upwards, grabbed Yan Mingxiu's arm, and tried to push him away.

However, Yan Mingxiu hugged him tightly in horror, and refused to let go at all.

"Let go...you let me go first."

"No... Zhou Xiang, no." He couldn't let go. Zhou Xiang's resistance made him feel heartbroken. He didn't know if Zhou Xiang would completely disappear from his world if he let go.

He absolutely can't bear more.
Chapter completed!