At night, Nian Yang was lying in the room on the second floor of Uncle Huang's house. The rain that started to start was almost evening has not stopped yet. Huge raindrops hit the leaves outside the window, and the sound made was much louder than the sound made on the steel and concrete. Although it was not a noise, it just made people unable to fall asleep.

"DiDiDi" A crisp QQ message sound came from the phone beside Nian Yang's pillow.

I am the most handsome in the world: "Niannian, are you asleep?"

Nian Dayang: "Not yet, I can't sleep."

I am the most handsome in the world: "Do you want to come and sleep with me?"

Nian Dayang: "You may be thinking too much."

I am the most handsome in the world: "It's not that I haven't slept together."

Nian Dayang: "By the way, I still haven't figured out how I ran to the bed that night."

I am the most handsome in the world: "You sleepwalking on it yourself."

Nian Dayang: "I don't have the habit of sleepwalking." "Didn't you say you don't know anything?"

I am the most handsome in the world: "Yes, I'm guessing."

Nian Dayang: "I suspect you are lying!!"

I am the most handsome in the world: "That, Niannian, I'll go to bed first, good night. What a good night!!!"

Nian Dayang: "Tang Zhe, your second uncle."

Nian Yang threw his phone on the bed, and opened his eyes to ponder in the night. Why did he become so ambiguous with Tang Zhe? Then he picked up his phone again and looked through the chat records one by one. It seemed that nothing was wrong, it was still the same as before! It seemed that he was thinking too much.

Some people are always extra careful when facing feelings, and are always afraid that their words and actions will reveal everything they think in their hearts, and are always ashamed to admit and express. However, this is the essence of love. Only those who truly care about love will blush for love and will walk step by step in love.

The rain kept falling, wetting everything exposed on the ground and wet Nian Yang's heart. When objects were wet, they would always emit a little heat from themselves, and Nian Yang's heart was the same. The hot air collided in his atrium and ventricle, causing hollow echoes. In the echo, Nian Yang's own name echoed and Tang Zhe's name was also echoed.

In the early morning, the heavy rain last night turned into a silver needle-like drizzle, one by one, piercing on the ground full of leaves. Nian Yang stood quietly on the balcony hanging from the second floor with green ivy hanging on it. A large piece of translucent glass above his head, blocking everything outside and making this small balcony a separate world.

The moist air in the rain kept hiking into people's noses with the smell of soil. Uncle Huang took a box of bird food and walked to the balcony. Nianyang looked at the fog outside the balcony and was a little fascinated. After Uncle Huang put the bird food in the bird cage and stirred up a bird's cry, Nianyang came to his senses.

"The rain in the countryside is much cleaner than in the city, and everything in the rain is beautiful." Uncle Huang said.

"Yeah," Nian Yang replied.

"Young man, you're called Nianyang, right?" said Uncle Huang.

"Yes, Uncle Huang." Nian Yang replied,

"Nianyang, how old are you this year?" said Uncle Huang.

"Ah! I'm twenty-nine this year." Nian Yang replied.

"It's great, just like this country morning, clean and simple. Unlike us, you can't escape the vulgarity wherever you stay." Uncle Huang said and laughed at himself. "Hahaha, when people get old, they like to think about it."

The rain lasted for a whole week. In the first three days, Nian Yang and Tang Zhe were both staying at Uncle Huang's house. Later, a heavy flood started, washing away all the chrysanthemums by the river and the words Tang Zhe said to Nian Yang at the critical moment.

A leisurely life is always only suitable for the elderly. After three days of idleness at Uncle Huang's house, Nian Yang and Tang Zhe felt uncomfortable all over. They drove to the country market to the market, and then ran to the mountain to make themselves wet.

There is a small river at the east end of the village. There is an ancient wooden bridge on the river. Nianyang and Tang Zhe both like to climb on the railings of the wooden bridge and watch the yellow mud water that is almost at the bridge deck. Tang Zhe said that this feels very exciting, and Nianyang said that this feels very exciting. Tang Zhe said that it means strength and excitement, Nianyang said no, Tang Zhe said it is okay, listen to you.

That evening, after dinner, Nian Yang and Tang Zhe came to the small wooden bridge at the east end of the village. The sky cleared briefly, and the sun quietly reddished the lead-gray clouds in the west sky. A small part of the wild chrysanthemums growing on both sides of the river were washed away by the rising river water, and the rest were crowded on the shore, building a white fence for the river.

Tang Zhe stared at the wild chrysanthemums by the small wooden bridge for a long time, then picked two of the most beautiful ones from all the chrysanthemums in his sight, one of which was tied behind his ear, and then took the other chrysanthemum and smiled maliciously at Nian Yang.

Nian Yang was originally looking at the river water under the bridge very seriously on the bridge. When he glanced at Tang Zhe with a chrysanthemum and put a chrysanthemum behind his ear, he knew something was wrong. He turned to Tang Zhe with his hands on his chest. Sure enough, Tang Zhe walked towards him with a chrysanthemum with a sneering smile.

Tang Zhe held a chrysanthemum with one hand around Nian Yang's hands, and put it on Nian Yang's head with all his might. While trying hard, he said, "Come on, little baby, brother will wear a flower for you."

Nian Yang turned his head and avoided Tang Zhe's sudden attack. Then he grabbed Tang Zhe's hand with one hand and said, "Come on, you uncle, do you think everyone is as sexy as you?"

The two big boys were playing on the small wooden bridge because a chrysanthemum was half a head taller than Nianyang, so they could always cleverly wrap the chrysanthemum behind Nianyang's head and then quickly cross Nianyang's ears. On several occasions, Nianyang almost never avoided it, and their laughter and clamored in the sky. Tang Zhe's attack became more and more intense, and he also touched other parts of Nianyang's body from time to time. Nianyang originally wanted to say something, but later he thought about it, maybe he was too sensitive, so he held back the words he wanted to curse. Under Tang Zhe's attack, Nianyang chose to escape. He smiled and turned around and ran under the bridge. Who knew where Nianyang slipped on the stone steps connecting the wooden bridge and the country road.

Tang Zhe quickly threw away the chrysanthemum in his hand and ran over, carefully picking Nian Yang up. Who knew that Nian Yang, who fell to bite the mud, was still smiling heartlessly like nothing happened.

Tang Zhe asked, "Is it okay?"

Nian Yang finally stopped laughing and said, "It's okay, just a little hurt in his feet."

Tang Zhe looked at Nian Yang's feet and saw that the knee on his left leg had been worn out, revealing his knee that had been rubbed.

Looking at Nian Yang's bloody knees, Tang Zhe felt extremely guilty, as if a wound had fallen on his body, and tears flashed in his eyes. Nian Yang was quietly squatting and holding him in his arms. He could clearly see Tang Zhe's high nose bridge and thick eyelashes, and could clearly feel the heat exhaled from Tang Zhe's nose.

Time seemed to have stopped. Tang Zhe looked at Nian Yang's eyes, his eyes full of unwavering tenderness. Then he whispered, "Nian Yang, I love you." Before Nian Yang could react, he kissed Nian Yang's thin lips, and his tongue was like a spiritual snake, prying open Nian Yang's teeth.

At this time, a little boy who happened to be walking over the other end of the bridge was standing quietly on the bridge deck, looking at Nian Yang and Tang Zhe who were holding and kissing not far ahead, as if they were scared by the scene in front of them, and they didn't dare to say a word.

Nian Yang was so shocked by Tang Zhe's sudden "I love you" that she suddenly came to mind, and even Tang Zhe who immediately pushed and kissed him. Tang Zhe's kiss was too soft, as if it was softened to the bone, making every cell of Nian Yang soft and powerless.

Suddenly, Nian Yang sensed a creepy feeling surged from the depths of his soul. Every erect muscle on his body was trembling, and a thunderous sound sounded in his ears. He quickly pushed away Tang Zhe who was holding him and staggered and stood up. He saw that the mud-red river water above the river was rising by more than one person, rushing across the river, and everything along the way was destroyed and swallowed by it at an extremely fast speed.

At the same time, Nian Yang also noticed the little boy on the bridge deck. The little boy was obviously frightened by the flood that was coming and stood still. He instinctively wanted to run to the position where the little boy was standing, but his left leg had no strength and almost fell to the ground again. Fortunately, Tang Zhe hugged him in time.

Tang Zhe turned Nian Yang's face toward him, and then said very seriously: "Don't worry, I'll go. Nian Yang, I love you, will you love me?"

Then, before Nian Yang could answer, he rushed to the bridge. The second when Tang Zhe hugged the little boy, the stream could not wait to swallow Nian Yang and the little boy. In an instant, the ten-meter-long bridge disappeared, leaving only the rolling river water and the deafening sound of water.

The river water was filled with splashes of water, and it never passed through Nian Yang's instep to reach his ankle. The sound of the water was mixed with the shouts of villagers, "The dam at the upper reaches broke", "The flood washed away people", "It was like the son of Wang Chuanzhong's family", "And the boss from Chengdu."... "What should I do! I'm afraid I'll be washed away." "I can't live."

Suddenly, a huge feeling of grief exploded in Nian Yang's mind, as if his heart and lungs were taken away in an instant, and all that was left was blood vessels. Nian Yang's tears also broke through, one after another, flowing down his cheeks to his chin, and then fell on the water that drowned his ankles, making a gurgling sound. Tang Zhe's words "Will you love me?" were still echoing in his ears. No matter how loud the shouts of others were, they could not escape, as if they were growing in his ears, flying

It quickly took root, making Nian Yang's head hurt.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        �

Tang Zhe disappeared, and the wild chrysanthemums on both sides of the stream disappeared. Soon, the saying I love you will dissipate from Nian Yang's ears. Fear and anxiety turned into a sharp knife, piercing heavily on the blood vessels of the heart, unable to breathe or beat.

"I love you", "I love you", "I love you"... These three words have been repeated in Nian Yang's mind. Tears are still flowing, and the tears glands are stimulating and painful.
Chapter completed!