Chen Yang was woken up by Chao Jian, and he leaned into the quilt: "I'm sleeping and I'm so sleepy."

"It's the pig who slept when he's full." Chao Jian bit his finger.

"I'm not full, I haven't eaten a few bites... If you hadn't pulled me to do it last night, I'd pulled me to do it again this afternoon..." Chen Yang's eyelids were already stuck.

Finally, Chen Yang muttered again: "The time has come, there are not so many concerns. If you don't worry about the threshold, you will let it go completely. Now you will kiss me and keep silently reciting the innocent boy who "restraint"."

Chao Jian's face was pitch black: "Get up."

"I don't." Chen Yang slept with his quilt rolled up.

He pulled Chen Yang's sweater collar toward Jane and buried his face, rubbing his slightly cool lips between his collarbone and neck.

"Get up, I'll get up right away! I'll get up now!" Chen Yang pushed Chao Jian's head so itchy that he grabbed his little chirp.

As a result, he got up and stood straight.

Chen Yang: “…”

Chao Jian: "…"

"We really need to be restrained." Chen Yang sat up wrapped in a quilt, "You are still growing, and too many times will affect your development."

Chao Jian: "I've finished developing." He pinched a piece of skin on Chen Yang's back with two fingers, "In addition, can you take your hand away when you talk about moderation?"

Chen Yang was serious: "My hand takes your surname."

The two looked at each other, and got closer to each other and kissed each other.

"Brother, do you really want me to restrain yourself?" Chao Jian clasped the back of Chen Yang's head and kissed him passionately.

Chen Yang raised his half-hooked eyes, and the corners of his eyes were slightly red because of the emotion: "What did you say?"

"I said, the bed is old and I can't stand it. Let's go to the ground." Chao Jian picked him up and got out of bed.

In the living room, Wenqing suddenly sucked in half a wide piece of powder dragged to her mouth: "School grass, go, let's retreat."

"Ah?" Zhao Yuan was eating deliciously.

Wen Qing sighed: "There is no way, your brother Wen's perception ability is born, and he is born to exceed the passing line by a large margin."

Zhao Yuan swallowed the potato slices in his mouth. Isn’t this eating hot pot? How did he add to perception?

Wen Qing shook her head: "As you fail..." He rubbed Zhao Yuan's hair like a ball, "Oh, poor child, let it be fate."

Zhao Yuan: "..." This rice cannot be eaten anymore and is poisonous.

"Brother Wen, I got into your car because you said you wanted to take me to find Chen Yang." Zhao Yuan reasoned, "I haven't talked about the mission to him yet."

"I've found it. Haven't you been sitting at his house? There's nothing to say about the task. If we don't be mentally retarded, we'll rely on ourselves." Wenqing picked up the jacket on the sofa and put it on, and said excitedly, "Go downstairs! Go play with the snow!"

Zhao Yuan's mouth couldn't help but twitch: "I can't play. Although the snow is a little heavier than when we came, the snow on the ground is not thick and I can't pile up snowmen."

"Then let's take a walk." Wenqing pulled the zipper of her coat to the top, picked up her thick bangs and buckled her wool hat, revealing her plump forehead, her small eyes narrowed into a slit, and her obedient face was full of wisdom. "Walking in the snow is beneficial to our reflection. Time flies like an arrow, and the year is about to end. What have I done this year, what have I done right and what have been done wrong, can I compare next year with me... "

Zhao Yuan looked at Wen Qing's black birthmark on his forehead, and then looked at his light pink lips that kept opening and closing, and he was stunned.

After reading the story, the literary youth made an invitation gesture, and the gentlemanly and elegantly pretended: "School Granny, let's discuss life?"

Zhao Yuan rolled his eyes almost to the ceiling, and I'm going to say goodbye to you.

At around eight o'clock, Chen Yang came out of the room, and while walking, he pulled the collar of his sweater to cover the dense kiss marks in his neck: "Where is the person? Go back?"

The hot pot on the table had already become cold, and Wen Qing and Zhao Yuan were not seen.

"Downstairs." Chao Jian bit the packaging bag of the milk slices.

Chen Yang walked to the balcony and opened the glass window. The cold snowflakes flew over his face. He reached out to wipe it off again, so he simply walked through a piece of white and leaned down.

The literary youth lay under the tree in a large shape, and Zhao·Guo Ren·Yuan stood beside him and slapped the branch with a stick.

The snow on the trees fell down, and they sang in the air for a short while before they all over the Wenqing body. He laughed happily every time, like a playful child.

Chen Yang turned his head to look at Chao Jian beside him: "The memory of the missioner is all fake, right?"

"There are all real without a secondary reset." Chao Jian said.

Chen Yang blinked: "Have the literary youth reset?"

"No." Chao Jian said.

Chen Yang turned his gaze back to the laughing person downstairs. He really hoped that the literary youth's life experience would be fake...

"In fact, the situation of literary youth is easy to be used by rules." Chen Yang said vaguely. Family, love, friendship and friendship are all materials. Although literary youth only takes up the same, his one has drawn countless holes in his world. A illusion can make him feel unbearable.

"Maybe it's immune." Chao Jian didn't care about Wen Qing's growth background, he just spit out a few words from his mouth.

Chen Yang was stunned: "I'm immune."

Like Chaojian is immune to sedatives because he has injected too much and his body has formed a barrier.

If the literary youth is immune, it means that his childhood has been used by the rules many times, and his emotions gradually become unresponsive, and it is very likely that he will still treat it as a kind of "fun".

Chen Yang closed the glass window to block Fengxue, and his face was still wet. He took the milk slices given by Chao Jian and threw them into his mouth, covering the tip of his tongue with a faint sweet smell.

The leg of his trouser was pulled by force, and Chen raised his head to look at the little white dog. He suddenly remembered something, and trotted back to the living room and picked up the phone on the coffee table and dialed the number.

The phone rang for more than ten seconds before it was connected.

Before Chen Yang could wait for Wu Yu to speak on the other end, he asked first: "When will you come back?"

There was no sound on the phone. The milk tablets in Chen Yang's mouth were about to melt. He squatted down and touched the puppy. Wu Yu was discharged from the hospital the day after waking up. According to Uncle Wu, she is now working in Fucheng.

The phone was on the phone, and Wu Yu didn't say anything.

When Chen Yang squatted until his legs were numb, Wu Yu gave him an answer: "I won't come back."

"Uncle and aunt..." Chen Yang grabbed the hand that reached out to Jian and slowly stood up.

Wu Yu said: "I will be in the mission soon and can't get out."

Chen Yang felt that the numb leg was stabbed by many fine needles, which hurt. Once Wu Yu died, Uncle Wu and Aunt Wu would forget her, and they might be arranged to form a new son and daughter to form a new family.

"Where is 03?" Chen Yang said, "It was given to you by your partner."

After a moment of silence, Wu Yu's plain voice sounded: "Whatever you want."

Wu Yu did not hang up the phone, and Chen Yang held his breath.

A few seconds later, Wu Yu's voice came from the phone again, and she called Chen Yang's nickname: "Zhao Zao, if possible, find it a home that can make it live longer."

After a pause, Wu Yu chuckled softly: "Hello."

Didn't say goodbye.

Because there will be no time to meet again.

A heavy feeling of melancholy surged into Chen Yang's heart. Wu Yu's current appearance reminded him of Xiao Muba and Qiao Qiao. The sign before death was that he had no will to survive.

The phone hung up.

Chen Yang put down his hand holding the phone, his legs were no longer numb, but the tingling pain did not disappear.

He had long known that there would be more and more people on this road, and there would be fewer and fewer people. When he walked back to the end, he saw that there were blood and lonely souls along the way.

Chen Yang sighed deeply. If it weren't for Chao Jian beside him, he would have thought nothing like Wu Yu, like Wu Yu.

Because it was not only Wu Yu, Chen Yang also knew that her intuition was not only intuition, but also multiple fragmented information revealed the truth. The real world was destroyed, everyone was gone, and the small family was gone. This was a fatal injury for them, who wanted to go home.

Chen Yang closed his eyes and opened them again, his eyes becoming sad and firm: "Wu Yu entrusts 03 to me, and she hopes that I will find a home for it."

Looking at Chen Yang with his breasts biting, he showed no sign of speaking.

Chen Yang didn't expect Chao Jian to give any advice, he pursed his lips: "I think about it..."

The last level will come at any time. He can't come back after passing the level, and he can't come back even if he doesn't pass the level. Where the puppy goes is a problem.

Chen Yang pondered for a while: "Give it to Wenqing, he likes 03 very much. Do you think it's okay?"

Chao Jian: "It's up to you."

"But he has to raise Nini," Chen Yang said to himself, "What if Nini can't get along with 03? But except for literary youth, others seem to be not suitable. Xiangdong is very rough and has tried his best to take care of himself. The painter is very obsessed with cleanliness..."

Chen Yang was nagging, and the lines revealed the melancholy and worry of an old father marrying his daughter.

Kick the toy fish of the puppy at Jian.

"It's better to be a literary youth. I'll ask him later. If it's inconvenient to him, I'll find someone else." Chen Yang found Chao Jian was air conditioning at the puppy, and he wondered, "What are you doing?"

He frowned at Jian and looked at him: "Don't ask, brother."

"I have been raising it for half a year and have feelings for you." Chen Yang hooked up to Chao Jian's neck, "Okay, why are you jealous? Stop eating it. Let's go back to eat hot pot, I'm hungry."

"Have you grown taller again?" Chen Yang's arm was a little struggling, "Didn't you say you have stopped developing?"

Bent over to Jane and hooked him: "I lie sometimes."

Chen Yang: “…”

Um???

"You have really changed." Chen Yang returned to the living room, "You won't say such things to me before you go to Germany."

Chao Jian kissed his ear: "It has not changed even if it has changed."
To be continued...