dhibooks Chapter 100 The Finale
Chapter 100 The Finale
Hmm...Yang Xiaocong woke up in a daze, his eyes narrowed and opened a crack, and then, suddenly, as if remembering something, his eyes suddenly widened.
In other words, last night, last night, I, I seemed to be pushed by the lord, what the fuck, I pushed back, so cowardly, I was actually pushed back!
Yang Xiaocong was wrapped in the quilt, feeling warm.Turning his head, a peaceful sleeping face was imprinted in his eyes, Dongfang's face was sideways, his black hair was scattered, a little messy, with an indescribably breathtaking beauty.
Yang Xiaocong didn't blink his eyes, staring at the teacher and smirking.Then he stretched out his hand, squeezed towards the inside of the bed, and hugged the leader into his arms.Dongfang's skin was delicate and cold, Yang Xiaocong clenched his arms tightly, raised his head, lightly pecked Dongfang's side face, then closed his eyes again, with a satisfied smile, um, sleep.
Yang Xiaocong was woken up by someone pinching his face with cold fingers. The man pinched his face lightly at first, and then it seemed to feel good. Almost.
As soon as Yang Xiaocong opened his eyes, he met Dongfang's half-smiling eyes, "Yanger, the raw rice is cooked, don't try to renege on it."
Grabbing the hand that was making trouble on the other side's face, Yang Xiaocong leaned into Dongfang's ear and said, "Change my heart, I want to try it."
Dongfang tilted his head in surprise, and accidentally rubbed the corner of Yang Xiaocong's mouth with his fresh red lips. Both of them froze for a moment. Yang Xiaocong was the first to react, and instead of moving his face away, he stuck out his tongue and licked the corner of Dongfang's lips. , and then gradually deepened the kiss.
When Yang Xiaocong licked it, Dongfang also came back from the daze, and immediately chuckled, hooking Yang'er's neck in coordination, letting each other's tongues entangle.
It wasn't until the kiss was about to suffocate that the two slowly separated, "Why did you suddenly change your mind, huh?"
"I want to be responsible for you. Although I don't know if the future me will be the same me, I always want to try." The person I love can lie in my arms, this feeling Yang Xiaocong wants to continue, One year, two years, or even a lifetime.
Dongfang patted Yang Xiaocong's head, "Fool, don't force yourself."
"No, no..." Reluctantly, Yang Xiaocong just wanted to say, but Dongfang's index finger pressed his lips.
"Yang'er, do you believe me or not?" Dongfang asked.
"Of course I believe."
"Then, how about I decide this matter?"
"Okay~" Yang Xiaocong replied, with smiles all over his heart and eyes.
"Yang'er, drink this bowl of Mafeisan first." Dongfang handed the medicine to Yang Xiaocong.
"Oh." Yang Xiaocong sat on the wooden operating bed, took the bowl, looked at another empty seat next to him, and couldn't help wondering, "Who is this bed for? Ren Yingying?"
"Ask so many, drink quickly."
"Oh." Yang Xiaocong obediently drank the medicine and lay down.
Ping Yizhi came in from outside the house holding the utensil, glanced at Yang Xiaocong who was lying down, and said to Dongfang: "Has the effect of the medicine taken effect?"
"En." Dongfang nodded.
Ping Yizhi took out another bowl of medicine and handed it to Dongfang, "Then you drink it too, I'm going to start."
Dongfang took the medicine and drank it in one gulp, and lay down on the empty bed next to him.Turning his head, looking at the person on the bed next to him with closed eyes, he evoked a smile, Yang Er, I believe we will be fine, his eyes gradually dimmed, and he fell into a deep sleep.
Time went back to the time when Yang Xiaocong suddenly fell into a coma.
"Ping Yizhi." Dongfang came to the pharmacy, "I have a question I want to ask."
"Oriental girl, tell me." Ping stopped the hand that was dispensing the medicine.
"The blood in the whole body circulates in the heart. Ren Yingying's heart can save Yang Er. If I find someone who has antibodies against this poisonous blood, will her heart be effective for Yang Er?"
"Theoretically, it is possible, but now that time is running out, where can I find such a person?"
Dongfang looked out of the window, with a soft look in his eyes, "I have such a heart."
With reverberation in his ears and the sound of the microphone, Yang Xiaocong raised his head in a daze, where did he go?
"Xiao Cong, don't sleep, come and sing." Xiao Yi yelled loudly in Yang Xiaocong's ear.
Shaking his head, he looked at his buddy who was dancing with a microphone excitedly in front of him. This is, KTV?
"The damn college entrance examination is finally over, let's get up!" Xiao Yi put the microphone into Yang Xiaocong's hand, "No, I've ordered all the songs for you."
Yang Xiaocong looked at the big screen, it was "If I Become a Memory" by Tank, what happened, why did he come back?Was everything before that a dream?
Tired, trying to stay awake as usual
I miss you as usual
......
As he sang, Yang Xiaocong burst into tears. Those scenes were so real, how could they be dreams?
"Xiao Cong, you can't do it, isn't it just liberation? Are you crying with excitement?" the high school classmate said in surprise.
Yang Xiaocong pulled the corners of his mouth hard, and replied with a smile: "It's nothing, just expressing my feelings."
A year later, at the Chen Qiao fan meeting.
"Chen Qiao, we love you!"
"Support your new play."
"We'll support you forever."
......
The scene of the meet and greet was once hot, Yang Xiaocong mixed in the crowd, holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand, silently waiting in line for autographs.
Looking at the person on the stage who was exactly the same as the leader, Yang Xiaocong thought of the woman who taught him how to dance sword under the peach blossom tree, whether he was happy, angry, angry, or sad, what should he do, maybe only in this way can he feel and meet to you.
Chen Qiao took the still photo of Dongfang Bubai that Yang Xiaocong gave her, and was a little surprised, but she still skillfully signed her name on it, then smiled politely, and returned the photo to Yang Xiaocong.
"Well, can I write my name on it?" Yang Xiaocong looked at the gorgeous woman in the photo, and his heart ached. I didn't believe it was a dream.
"Okay, what's your name?" Chen Qiao picked up the pen again.
"Yang'er." Yang Xiaocong murmured, that's how she used to call her name.
"Patter" Chen Qiao's pen fell, and then he said in disbelief, "What did you say?"
"Yang Er."
The four eyes are facing each other, and there is an extremely familiar throbbing in the eyes. Since the day I met you, my heart has fallen into a deep lake. I can't push it away, I can't hide it. .
At that moment, Yang Xiaocong felt that his bleak black and white life seemed to be injected with color again.
"That's great, so it wasn't a dream."
The author has something to say: It's over, it's over, it's over, it's been a year since I wrote QAQ, and it's finally over [I'm a bit reluctant to say it]
Everyone expresses pia to me, this ending has been planned for a long time~
In other words, if I open a new article next time, not half of the manuscripts will never make QAQ