who killed my cat

Chapter 84 Tian Weihan [Forced Cut Version]

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The year he saw him, he broke into Chen Yuan's spiritual sea.

The space Chen Yuan enclosed himself was lonely but beautiful.

The surface of the ice is clear, reflecting the light debris of the stars all over the sky, hanging down in the sky at night.Looking from a distance, he stepped on the vast sea of ​​stars, becoming the most beautiful loneliness in this dazzling land.

But Xu Xun knew that the brilliance of the sea of ​​stars on the ice surface was just a mirror image.The existence of the ice layer is only to conceal the abyss below.

Human beings are suffering, struggling, jealous, resentful... Unwilling to go up in the deep sea, they keep churning.They kept hitting the ice surface and making creaking sounds, as if laughing at the overreach of the young children above the ice.

The little Chen Yuan is walking on thin ice. Once he falls into the abyss, his spiritual sea will be swallowed up by the darkness in an instant.

In Xu Xun's eyes, Chen Yuan at that time was worth describing with all the beautiful words in the world.

So Xu Xun went on a rampage, rushed towards him regardless, and hugged Chen Yuan tightly.

Xu Xun didn't know that his arms were so hot.As a result, a cluster of fire ignited in the depths of Chen Yuan's silent and cold soul.Over the years, in the boundless night and the sky full of ice and snow, he has always been carefully placed in the place closest to the soul.

At that time, Chen Yuan didn't know his name, and didn't even have time to see his appearance clearly.I just remember that in my extremely cold spiritual realm, that figure broke through the ice with recklessness, unprecedented scorching purity and infinite hope for survival.

For a moment, the night was torn apart and the starry sky shattered.

As a result, the sun shone down along the cracks.

[I don't know why it was blocked]

But Xu Xun knew very well that he never really understood Chen Yuan.He has no way to share the pain and sorrow for him except to listen.

He remembered that on that nameless summer night, they were chatting on the bed, and the black cat was wagging its tail on the carpet.He lay comfortably on Chen Yuan's lap wearing earphones, listening to his reassuring breathing and smelling the fragrance of shower gel on his body.

Xu Xun's soul throbbed in coma, and after many years, he could still feel Chen Yuan's calm appearance at that time—extreme sadness and despair.

Suiciders feel great about themselves; survivors feel endless gratitude to the victims, and are most likely willing to convey this kindness; onlookers think everyone is happy, praise the suicides, and give blessings to the survivors.

Everyone takes what they need, joy and joy.

Except Chen Yuan - the only child who can create this ideal.

Only he himself knows that the golden seed of thought he planted with his own hands is so false.

It takes root in the most poisonous soil in the world, and its roots are sharp thorns buried deep in it.

The thorns pierced the heart of the little nightingale who was buried in this land. In the name of pursuing the sun, he demanded the only blood left in his heart.Then, in the light that everyone can see, the delicate red roses bloom.

People thanked the thorn for the sacrifice made by the rose, and the thorn felt that he was great.

And the nightingale weeps in the grave.Just because he didn't have time to ask, is the thorn willing to sacrifice?

Looking at Chen Yuan's vulnerable face, Xu Xun felt that his heart was about to be crushed by Chen Yuan.

Because of Chen Yuan, Xu Xun believes that there are people in this world who really have a heart of gold.

He got up, knelt down on the bed, and held Chen Yuan's face that was especially bestowed by the Creator with both hands. "My mother said that crying proves that you are still in pain."

He put his hands on those eyes, then slowly pulled the person closer to him, and hugged him tenderly: "I love you."

What happened next?He seemed to be directly pinned on the bed by Chen Yuan, unable to move.

Chen Yuan buried his face into his neck, and his whole body twitched, hot liquid gathered at his collarbone.He wanted to pat Chen Yuan's back to give him a smooth ride, but Chen Yuan grabbed his wrist and raised it above his head.

The earphones and the mobile phone were thrown to the ground with a large movement, hitting the cat taking a nap on the ground.After a sharp meow, a faint sound came from the earphones on the ground.

"...

Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound.

That saved awretch like me.

Ionce was lost but now I'm found,

Was blind but now I see.

......"

Coincidentally, soft lips rubbed against the side of Xu Xun's neck, and hot breath sprayed on the sensitive skin.

Chen Yuan's arm around Xu Xun's waist was tightened, and he exhaled in his ear with attachment, his voice was hoarse and seductive: "Xiaobai, I have seen the hearts of half people in the world. Everyone is telling The truth that everyone in the world is suffering, only you are different."

"what?"

"Tell me—don't say that the world is cold just because the sky is not warm."

Please, wake up quickly.I need you.

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Chen Yuan stayed by the bedside, it had been three months since Xu Xun fell into a coma.

Xu Xun's special physique made him [-]% sure of recovery, and everyone advised Chen Yuan not to work so hard.

After all, his physical condition is not that good, and he has to work from dawn to dusk while helping the other party clean up the mess in Hwaseong, and at the same time, he has to deal with the temptations of various forces.

But they didn't understand that the reason why Chen Yuan ran to Xu Xun's side was very naive, they just hoped that the first person Xu Xun saw when he woke up was himself.

He finally got his wish.

Xu Xun opened his eyes, only the bright moonlight scattered into the room at night.Chen Yuan sat on the edge of the bed and lowered his eyes.

"Cat..." Xu Xun's hoarse voice came.Chen Yuan was stunned for a while to confirm that he was not hallucinating, and then he met Xu Xun's eyes, which immediately entered his eyes.

Chen Yuan showed a joyful and tired smile in the dark: "Xiaobai...you are awake. I'll pour your saliva on you."

When Chen Yuan came back with water, somehow Xu Xun sat up by himself, scaring him half to death.

Xu Xun saw that Chen Yuan's expression was not right, and quickly leaned into his arms.Seeing that his brows were still frowning, he quickly covered Chen Yuan's mouth with his chapped lips.

The bottom line where a certain black cat does not exist dropped again, and the will was fundamentally disintegrated.

Chen Yuan's hair is already very long now, and the loose ponytail hangs down to his shoulders, which adds to the fairy air of the whole person.Xu Xun couldn't get enough of it.

He thought to himself, such a stunning beauty is mine.

It has been mine since childhood.

Xu Xun leaned in Chen Yuan's arms, touched the wound on Chen Yuan's chest with his fingertips, and frowned with a worried look.He is not clear about the severity of his knife, if it is not an emergency, he really does not want to hurt his beauty by doing this.

Chen Yuan looked at the worried but rarely docile look of his little white wolf, and took advantage of the situation to hold his fingertips over his heart.The beating of the heart was clearly conveyed to Xu Xun's brain, and Chen Yuan whispered in his ear, "Did you feel it? This heart is beating for you."

Xu Xun chuckled and let him hold it.Seeing that he did not resist, Chen Yuan continued to circle him, intersecting each other's fingers.Leaning on his shoulder, Xu Xun closed his eyes and asked, "You're almost thirty, are you tired?"

"Tired and crooked. But..."

"But what?"

"However, I can't control it. Take care of me for the rest of my life."

Chen Yuan just looked at him like this, with that look, it seemed that thousands of years have passed through thousands of years, thousands of miles of sky and sea are connected, hundreds of peaks and clouds are towering, mortal dust and flies are battling dogs, after going through treacherous winds and clouds, countless unknown natural disasters and man-made disasters, but still full of longing Falling on one place with tenderness - falling on Xu Xun, Xu Xun felt that his soul was burning for him.

Xu Xun seemed to be drowned in it, or burned by flames.Xu Xun threw himself into Chen Yuan's arms to cover up his uncontrollable tears: "You bastard...why do you decide my fate? Who do you think you are? Tell me, how much of my memory have you cleaned up? ? Even the 'robin serum' failed to clear my consciousness, but you are amazing... You are not relying on, relying on..."

"Rely on me being your sweetheart."

Xu Xunzai's thick-skinned city wall, which he thought he was sharpening, was never worth mentioning in front of Chen Yuan's low-ranking love words. After hearing these words, he was ashamed to get out of his arms and admonish him.

As a result, as soon as he raised his head, Chen Yuan held the back of his head with one hand, and lifted up the broken hair on his forehead with the other.Then a strong and gentle kiss fell on Xu Xun's eyebrows, making Xu Xun lose his temper.

Xu Xun was watched by Chen Yuan, and heard a voice tap on his eardrum: "I really... I don't think it's enough to give you my heart."

It's a pity that Chen Yuan can only be a scumbag to fool a little girl with his sophistication this time, obviously unable to shake the steely will of the experienced police officer Xu.

When Xu Xun smiled, Chen Yuan felt something was wrong.

Chen Yuanwu immediately confessed, trying to stop Xu Xun's mouth: "Xiaobai. I'm sorry that I made a decision for you at that time..."

"Don't you think I'll forgive you. It's hard for me to talk to you."

"I was wrong. Your Excellency the White Wolf is very generous, so spare me this little cat."

Xu Xun lay down on the bed, moved to the side and patted the side.

"Go to bed."

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Sweet or not!I think it should be paired with "The Truth Is True" at this time

There are three nightingales in the last volume: Ye Su's "The Nightingale" by Andersen, Ye Ying's "Ode to the Nightingale" by Keats; Chen Yuan's "The Nightingale and the Rose" by Oscar Wilde