Tang Junhe's hands shook more and more, and he could hardly hold the envelope. When he pulled out the next envelope, he used too much strength. A small stack of envelopes fell on his lap, and some fell to the ground. He bent down to pick it up, and then all the remaining envelopes fell out.

He buried his head in some embarrassment to pick up those envelopes. Yang Xuan's name was written in the middle of each kraft paper envelope, with handwriting of different shades and sizes, and some of them seemed to have faded due to age. Ten years is really too long.

Tang Junhe suddenly remembered the story Yang Xuan told, and thought of Xia Zhao who was sitting in the dormitory looking at the letter paper left by Wu Pan. It turned out that he had left so many times during the ten years he lived and lived. That picture is so close.

He couldn't help thinking of the scene where he was standing in the laboratory of the hospital, received one of these envelopes, opened it with trembling hands, and then read this sentence. Just thinking of such a scene was enough to make him To be enveloped so impenetrably by a great fear, and then to feel suffocated.

Yang Xuan came over at this time, and saw Tang Junhe half kneeling on the ground, with his head lowered deeply, and his hair hanging down covered the expression on his face. He stubbed out the cigarette on the ashtray of the coffee table, bent down and picked up a few envelopes at his feet and held them in his hands, then squatted halfway beside Tang Junhe, reached out and pressed his hand on the back of his neck, comforting him in a low voice: "It's all in the past."

After a while, seeing that Tang Junhe still bowed his head and didn't respond, Yang Xuan got up a little, reached Tang Junhe's armpit with both hands, dragged him up, and then sat on the edge of the bed by himself, letting him sit on the bed. Looking at the red corners of his eyes, he smiled and asked, "Do you want to cry?"

Tang Junhe swallowed his throat, reached out and hugged Yang Xuan's neck, and put his forehead on his shoulder: "Brother, are these words in all the envelopes?"

Yang Xuan inserted his fingers into his hair and said, "Yes."

Tang Junhe felt that his throat was congested, his chest was sore and swollen, and a lot of words rushed out, his lips parted but he didn't know what to say. After a while, the words and pictures that came up gradually returned to calm .

After a while, Yang Xuan put his arms around his waist and said, "You should feel happy."

Tang Junhe turned his head, looked at his sharp jawline and mumbled, "Why?"

Yang Xuan looked down at him, with a smile in his eyes: "Thanks to that birthday wish of yours, nothing happened to me."

Tang Junhe was a little dazed, and after a few minutes he said, "Then it's worth it for me to work so hard to live a better life."

In the evening, Tang Junhe arranged the envelopes in chronological order and counted them carefully. There are 79 envelopes in total. Yang Xuan has sent 79 missions in the past nine years. Before each mission, he would write down such a sentence, so " Tang Junhe" he wrote a total of 79 times.

He took the bundled envelope and leaned against Yang Xuan. Yang Xuan was sitting on the sofa, watching a black and white movie about World War II, peeling the oranges that Tang Junhe bought yesterday.

"Brother, don't break these." Tang Junhe scratched the edge of those envelopes with his fingertips, making a light rubbing sound, "I want to keep it, okay?"

Yang Xuan glanced at the neatly stacked envelope in his hand, and said, "You've already seen it, it won't be broken."

"Didn't you want me to see it before?" Tang Junhe watched Yang Xuan break off a peeled orange and put it in his mouth, and then moved his jaw.

Yang Xuan's eyes turned to the screen, and he swallowed the slice of orange before saying, "I'm afraid you will feel sad after seeing it."

"It's very sad," Tang Junhe said, "but I still really want to see...Brother, are the oranges sweet?"

"It's okay," Yang Xuan said, and broke off another petal, pinched it with his fingers and put it next to Tang Junhe's mouth, "Try it."

Tang Junhe opened his mouth to eat the piece of orange, bit his teeth, and the juice overflowed from his mouth, he immediately wrinkled his face with sourness: "It's so sour."

Yang Xuan turned his face to look at his expression, as if holding back a smile for a long time, then he laughed out loud, stretched out his hand and pushed Tang Junhe's head: "I still buy sour, didn't you try it?"

Tang Junhe reluctantly swallowed it whole, and said with a bitter face: "The one I tried was obviously very sweet...Brother, don't you feel sour?"

"Why don't I feel it?" Yang Xuan leaned forward and put the remaining half of the orange on the coffee table.

"Then why are you so expressionless? I thought you wouldn't be sour." Tang Junhe picked up the cup and took a sip of water.

"Endure it," Yang Xuan leaned back on the back of the sofa with the smile still in his eyes, "If I act very sour, will you still taste it?"

"Why do you have to ask me to taste it?" Tang Junhe took off his slippers, straddled Yang Xuan, raised his legs on the sofa to wrap around his waist, and put Yang Xuan face to face.

"The oranges you bought are so sour," Yang Xuan stretched his arms behind him, put his hand under his pajamas, and kneaded his waist and said, "Of course you have to taste it yourself."

Tang Junhe remembered Mai Ze's phone call before going to sleep. The lights had been turned off, and the room was dark. He hesitated for a moment, and then said: "Brother, Mai Ze will form a game tomorrow, and I want you to join me go."

"Are they all your friends?" Yang Xuan asked with his arm passing under his neck, touching his face.

"Almost." Tang Junhe said vaguely.

"Yes." Yang Xuan said.

Tang Junhe said again: "There is another person, we both know each other..."

Yang Xuan said "huh?", sounding like he didn't care.

"Ying Hui." Tang Junhe still said it.

"Ying Hui?" Yang Xuan recalled for a while, a vague outline appeared in his mind, he vaguely remembered that the girl had chased him. However, the time is too long, and these years he has lived a life of licking blood with the tip of a knife. Many memories of ten years ago have been shaken by the sound of guns and guns, leaving only some thin shadows.

"Brother, do you remember her?"

"Probably remember," Yang Xuan said, "but I can't remember exactly."

"Very beautiful," Tang Junhe said, "Then do you remember that she liked you?"

Yang Xuan didn't speak, but smiled softly.

"What are you laughing at, brother?" Tang Junhe raised his head, lay on Yang Xuan's body, and looked at him in the dark, "Do you remember?"

Yang Xuan raised his hand to press the back of his head, pressed the tip of his tongue against his teeth, and kissed him around: "Oranges are quite sour."

"I've already brushed my teeth, are they still sour?" Tang Junhe asked in surprise, and only then did he realize when he heard Yang Xuan laugh again, his brother was implying that he was jealous.

When Tang Junhe got off work the next day, Yang Xuan drove the newly bought Land Rover to pick him up to the bar. The body was so black and shiny, Tang Junhe recognized it as their car at a glance.

Although he didn't have a special liking for cars, he couldn't help being a little happy when he saw Yang Xuan driving this car over.

They have a car in Yancheng, and they will buy a house in the future, and then slowly, gradually, they will have a home here, and they will take root here from now on.

Earth-shattering rock music was playing in the bar, Mai Ze called a lot of people over, and several members of the band were all present, gathering in front of the bar to drink.

"Hey, Tangtang," Mai Ze turned around, raised his arms and waved to Tang Junhe, "This way!" He straightened up, jumped off the high stool, and walked in front of them, He stretched out his hand towards Yang Xuan: "Mai Ze, I saw you last time."

Yang Xuan shook it: "Yang Xuan."

"Brother Xuan," Mai Ze politely pointed the direction, "Come on, you guys sit here." Then, he stepped forward to put Tang Junhe's shoulders, sized him up and said, "Dr. Tang is dressed very trendy today. "

"Didn't I always wear this?" Tang Junhe felt that Mai Ze's eyes were a little strange. He was just wearing a simple T-shirt and black trousers. If it is special, it is just that the cuffs of the white T-shirt have some special curling design, and the trousers are more slim. After all, he is going to a bar, so he can't wear too much formal.

"Haha, that's good." Mai Ze patted him on the shoulder, then leaned into his ear and whispered, "Later, let me introduce you to someone."

"Who?" Tang Junhe was a little sensitive to what he was going to do.

Mai Ze clicked his tongue: "So ignorant."

"Don't..." Tang Junhe was just about to speak, when the three of them walked to the bar, one of them who was sitting suddenly stood up, and then the other person next to her also stood up, getting up too violently , causing the high stool to wobble. The person who stood up first was Ying Hui, and Tang Junhe recognized it at a glance, and the person who stood up later was naturally Ding Li.

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According to the following plot, the error of the previously estimated 120 chapters should not be too big, and then the white coat.