Lin Zhiyi's tears kept flowing. He took advantage of the moment when the other party ripped open the packaging again and tried to run, but was grabbed by the ankle and dragged back...

Her eyelashes were blurred by liquid, her neck was pinched and pressed down, and anger surged in the other person's eyes: "I'll say it one last time, if you dare to run, I'll kill you."

From that day on, Han Xu really did what he said and locked Lin Zhiyi up.

Han Xu took him to a new villa and did not allow him to leave. Even if he went out, he had to take the nanny car and stay within his sight. If Chi Xingyao wanted to play with him, she had to come to his house and was not allowed to go out.

Han Xu's mood was getting lower and lower. He would go back every night, but he would not touch Lin Zhiyi and would only sleep in the same bed at night.

This behavior continued until Christmas Eve.

A week before Christmas, a few friends organized a party.

At the party, Wei Jun kept looking at his phone. Someone leaned over to take a look and was puzzled: "What is this? Wool? When did you start working at the textile factory?"

Wei Junyi was really embarrassed: "My girlfriend, isn't it Christmas soon? She insisted on knitting a bag."

Several others also shouted:

"Your girlfriend is fine, but mine actually asked me to do some internet celebrity embroidery for her! I'm almost fucking stabbed to death!"

"Embroidery? I wrote Lin Fu by hand, my handwriting is ugly, I wrote it three times!"

Wei Jun rubbed his brows and raised an eyebrow at Han Xu: "What do you give men as gifts? Wallets? Belts? Leather shoes?"

Those of them who were closer to each other had guessed the relationship between the two and were quite curious about how these two seemingly opposite people got along.

Han Xu: “…”

Suspiciously silent?

"A lot?" Wei Jun was shocked.

Han Xu shook his head slowly.

Quite the contrary.

Lin Zhiyi never asked him for any gifts.

The only thing that needs to be passed is a photo.

On Christmas Eve seven years ago, Lin Zhiyi finally agreed to meet him.

Even after a long time, he could still remember that Lin Zhiyi was wearing a black coat that day and a light-colored scarf of the same style as his around his neck.

While walking on the road, he asked Lin Zhiyi if he wanted a gift.

Lin Zhiyi pursed his lips, smiling faintly: "We haven't taken a photo together yet, please take one for me."

There were many couples taking Polaroid photos on the streets, and they asked one of them to take photos for them.

Under the mistletoe, Lin Zhiyi stood on tiptoe and touched his lips.

With a click, white light flashed.

Polaroid spit out photos.

He wanted to see it, but Lin Zhiyi hid behind him, his eyes slowly curved: "This is my gift, I'll show it to you when I have the chance."

At that time, Han Xu thought that sentence was a sign of reconciliation.

But later, Lin Zhiyi disappeared without a trace.

Han Xu had never seen the image in that photo.

Han Xu thought about the past and the smile on his face faded.

He no longer felt like drinking, so he put the glass on the table, said "I'm in a bad mood" and left.

The remaining few people looked at each other.

Wei Jun looked at Han Xu's gloomy back and rubbed the back of his head. "You didn't trick him out of all his underwear, did you?"

"It's possible. This guy has been taking on a lot of roles lately. Maybe he's out of money and needs to support his agent."

"Tsk tsk, did Xue Du catch this love-brain thing?"

Han Xu left and returned home, but did not enter the house.

He sat on the edge of the flower bed in the yard, took out a cigarette from his pocket and bit it.

The flames licked the cigarette butt, lighting up a few scarlet lights in the darkness.

He looked up and saw that the curtains in the bedroom on the second floor were drawn tightly, not letting in any light, but Han Xu knew clearly that the desk lamp in the room must be on.

Last time, he told Lin Zhiyi that it was too dark to see clearly at night, so the other party turned on the lights every night.

In the cold wind of the night, the air was filled with smoke, and Han Xu's thoughts became a little fuzzy.

Sometimes, he really doesn't understand Lin Zhiyi.

Never mind what happened seven years ago, why do you want to leave now?

Han Xu didn't think that Lin Zhiyi wanted to leave him for money.

Because if Lin Zhiyi wanted money, wouldn't staying with him be the fastest way to make money? He even left all his bank cards at home, and his bank password was Lin Zhiyi's birthday.

Is it because I haven’t been working much recently and I’m bored?

He propped up his chin, thought for a while, and put out the cigarette.

After standing downstairs for a while, Han Xu dispelled the smell of cigarettes, took off his coat and went into the house.

When going upstairs, Lin Zhiyi was reading an English novel. When he heard the noise, he glanced sideways and turned back.

Han Xu walked over, sat next to him and looked at his profile under the light.

The warm light blurred the young man's features, and Han Xu felt a little dazed for a moment, as if he had returned to the winter seven years ago.

It's so clear and real, yet also like a dream, I can't seem to tell the difference.

He hooked his arms around Lin Zhiyi's neck and kissed him, using touch to confirm his real existence.

Time overlaps and flips.

Amidst the chaos, Lin Zhiyi heard the other person's hoarse voice: "Don't be my agent anymore... I'll give you something better."

Before I could react, a series of slight pains hit my collarbone.

He couldn't help but wonder if stopping being a manager meant that Han Xu was tired of it, just like everyone around him over the years.

Without more room to think, Lin Zhiyi felt himself being turned over again, but not continuing, just being held.

His hand fell on the back of Han Xu's hand, and he lowered his eyes and asked, "What's better?"

"you guess."

Han Xu only said this.

Lin Zhiyi has never been good at guessing riddles since he was a child. He has always been stupid. When he was a child, he didn’t understand the rules when playing games. His mother had to explain it to him over and over again before he could understand.

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