Lin Yan's Timeline Journey
One afternoon, Lin Yan finished his work in the study and felt a little tired, so he leaned back in his chair and took a nap.
As soon as his consciousness sank, he found that he was not in darkness, but standing in a misty and strange space that seemed to be composed of countless flowing lights and shadows.
"Tsk tsk, Boss Lin is indeed worthy of his name. Even his consciousness space is so orderly." A teasing voice sounded.
Lin Yan turned his head warily and saw a young man with messy black curly hair and wearing a strange pixelated star robe floating nearby, playing with the glowing cube in his hand.
Lin Yan frowned. He had some impression of this person.
"How did you..." Lin Yan's words were interrupted by the black curly-haired man before he could finish.
"Don't ask. If you ask, it's high-tech metaphysics."
The black curly-haired figure floated closer with a grin. "Engineer Chen is experiencing 'space jump', which is quite exciting. I see that you seem more interested in 'time'. Do you want to see... Chen Rui at different points in time?"
Lin Yan's heart suddenly moved.
Chen Rui at different ages?
This suggestion was like a precise key, instantly opening the softness and curiosity in the deepest part of his heart.
He has seen Chen Rui's current appearance and has photos of him in the past.
I've heard him recount funny stories from his childhood, but to witness it with my own eyes, or even touch it... that's a completely different level of temptation.
"Is it safe? For him." Lin Yan asked calmly, with a very clear priority.
"Absolutely safe! It's just a fleeting projection of your consciousness, like watching an immersive holographic movie. It won't even leave any memory... probably."
The black curly-haired man assured him, but the last two words were a little vague. "How is it? This opportunity is rare, so don't miss it."
Lin Yan hesitated for only a moment: "Okay."
"Great!" The black curly-haired man snapped his fingers, and light and shadows flashed. "The journey begins! The first stop—"
Lin Yan found himself standing in a sunny old residential area.
A little boy who looked only three or four years old, with a chubby face, big round eyes, and wearing overalls, was squatting by the flower bed, poking a slowly crawling snail with a small branch with great concentration.
"Snail... has a house..." The little boy muttered to himself in a baby voice, stretching out his little finger as if he wanted to touch it but didn't dare to.
Lin Yan's heart was instantly struck.
Is this Chen Rui as a child?
Like a soft white glutinous rice dumpling.
He couldn't help but walk forward, squatted down, and asked in the gentlest voice possible: "Little boy, what are you looking at?"
Little Chen Rui raised his head and looked at him with his big, innocent eyes. He was not shy at all. He raised a small branch and pointed at the snail: "Big brother, look! It's carrying a house!" His speech was still a little unclear.
Lin Yan smiled, and his heart softened.
He watched the snails with the little one for quite a while, until little Chen Rui was called home by his mother for dinner, and he ran away with his short legs.
Lin Yan's eyes followed the small figure all the time, with a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth that he himself did not even notice.
The scene changed and Lin Yan was standing behind a building.
Chen Rui, who was a little older, about seven or eight years old, was standing in front of a broken glass window, at a loss, with a worn leather ball at his feet.
His little face was pale and his eyes were red, full of panic and fear.
"It's over..." He muttered softly, on the verge of tears.
Lin Yan walked over. "Don't be afraid," he said in a steady voice, reassuring. "If you've done something wrong, just admit it bravely. I'll accompany you to apologize to this family, and we can discuss compensation."
Little Chen Rui raised his head and looked at the big brother who suddenly appeared and looked very reliable, and nodded with tears in his eyes.
Lin Yan helped him calm down, took his little hand (the hand was soft and sweaty due to nervousness), and took him to knock on the door of that house. Because there was Lin Yan, a "passerby" who gently explained the situation, the atmosphere was not too bad.
When leaving, little Chen Rui secretly glanced at Lin Yan, his eyes full of gratitude and a little admiration.
The scene changes to a slightly messy bedroom.
Chen Rui, who looked like a middle school student with a few pimples on his face, was sitting in front of his computer, staring at the screen with shining eyes, his fingers clacking across the keyboard and mouse, and shouting excitedly: "Fuck me, fuck me! Hurry! Ah—I almost passed!"
Lin Yan couldn't help laughing.
It turns out that he became addicted to games so early.
He didn't interrupt, but just stood behind and watched quietly.
Young Chen Rui didn't notice that there was someone behind him at all. He was completely immersed in the game world. The pure enthusiasm and happiness were extremely contagious.
Lin Yan thought that it was this passion that led him to embark on the path of game development.
Next comes the classroom at night.
Chen Rui, wearing a school uniform, with a slim figure and a thin youthful profile, was buried behind a pile of books and test papers, with his brows furrowed, biting the pen, and struggling with a difficult math problem.
The desk lamp illuminated his serious profile and slightly pursed lips. Occasionally, a hint of fatigue flashed across his face, but more of it was a kind of stubbornness that refused to admit defeat.
Lin Yan sat quietly in the empty seat next to him, watching his focused expression. This was the look on his face as he fought for his future.
Lin Yan did not give any instructions, but just accompanied him, as if he could feel the pressure and effort.
He reached out his hand and lightly rubbed the boy's soft head, silently giving him encouragement.
Finally, the light and shadow stopped in a familiar rental house.
This was the place where they had just started living together.
Lin Yan saw nineteen-year-old Chen Rui sitting cross-legged on the sofa, holding a laptop and looking up information. His hair was a little longer than it is now, and his face still had a hint of youthfulness. He was wearing a simple T-shirt and shorts, revealing his white and straight legs.
At this moment, Lin Yan is a 30-year-old Lin Yan with rich experience and mature aura.
He looked at the young lover in front of him who had just confirmed their relationship and whose ears would turn red even when they kissed, and his eyes deepened.
He walked over and sat down next to Chen Rui very naturally, with his arms resting on the back of the sofa, almost holding him in his arms.
The younger Chen Rui was startled, looked up, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw it was him. But then he blushed because of the close distance between them. "Lin Yan? You seem a little different today?"
He keenly felt that the aura of his boyfriend seemed to be even stronger, with an extremely aggressive and oppressive feeling that he had never experienced before.
"What's the difference?" Thirty-year-old Lin Yan chuckled, his fingers winding through his hair and touching his hot earlobe.
Chen Rui shrank back, his face turning even redder: "It's just...feeling..."
Lin Yan didn't give him time to think and leaned over to kiss him.
This kiss was different from the gentle exploration of the young Lin Yan. Instead, it was filled with clear desire and skillful techniques. It was deep, lingering, and irresistible.
"Hmm..." Chen Rui was completely stunned. He felt weak all over from the kiss and didn't even care about the laptop sliding to the side.
He responded awkwardly, his mind a mess.
Lin Yan was too weird today, and too...skillful.
The feeling of being completely controlled and pressed step by step is both unfamiliar and makes one's heart beat out of control.
Thirty-year-old Lin Yan knew all the secrets of his body. His fingers moved like magic, easily igniting the fire in his young body that had never been fully discovered.
Chen Rui leaned weakly in his arms, his eyes hazy and his breathing rapid. He let the other party do whatever he wanted, with tiny, shameful sobs coming out of his mouth.
"Wait... Lin Yan... Don't..."
He tried to regain some sanity, but was interrupted by deeper kisses and more excessive actions.
This strong sense of betrayal made the thirty-year-old Lin Yan feel strangely excited - he was bullying his lover from his youth, and the other party knew nothing about it and could only tremble in his arms and enjoy the pleasure.
Just when things were about to get out of control and go a step further, Lin Yan felt a strong pulling force, and his consciousness was instantly pulled away.
Lin Yan suddenly woke up from the chair in the study, his heart beating like a drum, and certain reactions of his body clearly reminded him of the reality of the "dream" just now.
He subconsciously looked towards the living room.
I saw Chen Rui sitting on the sofa, his cheeks flushed abnormally, his eyes wandering, and he looked daydreaming, shy and embarrassed.
Lin Yan walked over and was about to ask him what was wrong and whether he had also had a strange dream.
Chen Rui raised his head first, looking at him with complicated eyes, his voice stuttering: "Lin Yan... I just... had a very weird dream..."
"Hmm?" Lin Yan's heart moved.
"I dreamed... I seemed to be nineteen again, in the small house we just rented... and then... and then..."
Chen Rui's face was so red that it almost blushed, and he couldn't speak. "But now you... did that to me..."
Lin Yan understood everything instantly.
What the black curly-haired author said, “probably nothing will be left in my memory”, is totally inaccurate!
In other words, the last overly intense "interaction" left a trace.
He looked at his lover in front of him, whose face was blushing, shy and confused, and whose expression overlapped with the young figure in his dream, and his eyes darkened instantly.
He leaned over, shrouding the person in shadow, and said in a low voice with a smile: "Oh? How did I do that to you in my dream? Tell me in detail?"
Chen Rui felt uncomfortable being stared at and pushed him away: "It's just... it's too much! No... the point is that it's so weird! How could I have such a dream!"
"Don't think about why for now," Lin Yan picked him up and walked towards the bedroom, his tone unquestionable, "Since we're dreaming, why don't we finish what we didn't finish in the dream?"
"Hey! Lin Yan! You pervert! Is this the time to discuss this?! Put me down!"
"Hush... Practice makes perfect. Let me help you recall the details..."
"Asshole... um..."
As for that mysterious black curly-haired man, who cares about him anymore?
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