Chapter 1 The Angel with Folded Wing

Year after year, in March every year, a high cherry tree in the suburbs blooms again. Xia Luolin's family lives in an elevator apartment in the suburbs. After school, he passed by the cherry tree and saw the child again. He vaguely remembers that he can only be seen when the cherry blossoms are in full bloom.

He was still standing under the cherry tree. At this time, he was dressed in white clothes, pale and without a trace of blood. His big eyes, which should have been bright, did not have any brilliance.

What is he worried about? This is the first problem in his mind.

When the cherry blossoms fluttered in the wind, the scattered cherry blossom petals rested on his head and shoulders. Like a broken-winged angel falling from the sky, is he praying to return to heaven one day? People can't move their eyes. The evening dusk reflected on his body, like a static portrait, which makes people intoxicated and fascinated.

He stopped and stared at the boy he thought was an angel. His back was still so lonely.

He looks at the cherry blossoms like this every day, and he looks at him like this every day, and today is no exception. It seems that such a scene has lasted for two years.

He never thought that this day would change his fate, and he never thought that his words would always be remembered. He didn't expect that he would fall in love with him completely.

Until he left for many years, he still fell in love with him and couldn't forget him.

I often hear adults say that a child's nature is heartless. The moment he turns around, he forgets what should be forgotten and what should not be forgotten.

He doesn't think so. They just don't know how to miss, miss and miss, let alone the likes and love that adults often mention. When they don't have to experience all the sad things, they should have lived a carefree and heartless life.

"When the cherry blossoms disappear, I will also disappear," the boy suddenly opened his mouth and turned to look at him standing behind him. At this time, his eyes were gloomy, and even his tone of voice revealed a little helplessness, which was more sad that should not belong to this age.

"Ah," he answered instinctively before he could react. He looked at him blankly and looked around. When he was sure that it was only the two of them, he still asked uncertainly, "Are you talking to me?"

Looking at his silly look, the boy couldn't help laughing. He, who was sad and sad just now, had a slight improvement. He didn't expect him to be so funny and cute.

Because of the boy's laughter, his face immediately flushed and lowered his head in embarrassment.

"You are so cute, blushing, like a red apple. I really want to taste it." Looking at the sky, the afterglow of the sunset gradually disappeared. "It's too dark. I'm leaving. Will you still be here tomorrow?" The boy smiled with a little expectation on his face.

"Well, yes," he looked up at him and wondered why he asked why he would have asked. If he were here, he would definitely be here.

When he looked up and saw his smile, he stared at him obsessively. It turned out that his smile was so beautiful.

"Well, what's your name?" Before leaving, the boy decided to ask his name.

"Charlotin."

"Hello, Xiaolin," he smiled, and the cherry blossoms of the whole tree rotated and danced with him.

Even if they are ordinary, he still decides to call him that, which will make them feel very kind.

He doesn't understand why a person's smile is so beautiful?

"Is there anything on my face?" The boy touched his face, and there should be nothing dirty.

"Huh? No, I'm sorry," he lowered his head in embarrassment, looked at the ground covered with cherry blossoms, and dared not look at the boy again. He was afraid of losing face in front of him again.

"Ha ha, it's okay. I remember Xiaolin's name. See you tomorrow." The boy smiled at him and turned around to leave.

"If I guard this cherry tree and don't let it disappear, won't you disappear?" He looked at the boy and simply thought that if he did, he would not disappear, so his eyes showed seriousness and firmness. It seems that if you don't say it at this time, you don't seem to have a chance to say this sentence.

The boy didn't think he would say that. He was a little stunned and understood what he meant. He nodded.

"I will protect this cherry tree, please believe me," he promised him that the childish childish voice spread in the air, clear and bright.

That year, they were ten years old and ignorant of things, but they seemed to know everything.

He watched the boy slowly approach him, with his big eyes open, and couldn't understand what the boy was going to do. Watching the boy's face slowly get bigger and closer, he held his breath, as if he was expecting something.

The boy kissed his lips. He was surprised, with his big eyes and couldn't take his eyes off the person in front of him. When he reacted, it was only five seconds before the boy had left his lips, and it was difficult for him to understand the boy's behavior.

"You..." He wanted to ask him why he did this. Just as he was about to ask, he was interrupted by the boy and looked at him doubtfully.

"Stretch out your hand," the boy ignored it, as if he was doing a very ordinary thing just now.

He obediently stretched out his hand and watched the angel take it out of his bag and put it in his palm. He didn't know why.

"I can't watch it until I leave you. Don't lose it, okay?" The boy pretended to be a vicious threat.

"Hmm."

He nodded. At this time, he was really cute and couldn't help thinking about it. Feel the coldness in your heart.

"See you tomorrow." It was completely dark, and the boy had to leave, even if he wanted to spend more time with him.

He looked at the boy's disappeared back. He loosened his fist and lay a cherry-shaped ear drill quietly in the palm of his hand. He didn't understand what it meant. Why did the boy give him this? Although I don't understand what it means, I still carefully put it in the bag, put it away and collect it. When he grew up, he may understand the meaning of this, but will it be too late to understand at that time?

The cool breeze at night blew, and the cherry blossoms continued to spin and fly in the air. He stood still, reached out and touched his lips. Maybe he was young and ignorant. He didn't know what was wrong with being kissed by a homosexual. What's more, he didn't expect that such a kiss would make him fall into this way and never extricate himself.

"Mom, I'm back," he opened the door and shouted at the entrance.

"Well, wash your hands and prepare to eat," Xia Luolin's mother Shen Qingqing replied in the kitchen.

Xia Luolin's family is still rich. Xia Luolin's father runs a medium-sized advertising company. He is busy with the company's affairs every day and rarely goes home. Therefore, he rarely sees his father. His mother is a high school teacher in a public school in A City, because her class is a senior high school graduate class, facing the upcoming college entrance examination, and there are only a handful of meetings every week.

The meals we usually eat at home and the helpers at home can only eat the food cooked by his mother every Friday night. Xia Luolin will come home early on this day.

When the cherry blossoms are in full bloom, he will come home later than usual, because of the angel-like boy.

Unlike other children, he has parents to pick them up every day after school. He will also envy them. At the beginning, he will complain about why he is always alone. He has been like this since he went to primary school. He is used to going to school alone and returning home from school alone. He is not as lively and active as he should be at this age, and some are a kind of quietness that belongs to adults.

"Luo Lin, why did you come back so late today?" Shen Qingqing held the bowls and chopsticks and asked Xia Luolin sitting in the dining table.

"Today's cleaning, the principal will have to check, so it will take a little longer than usual." He didn't want to tell anyone that this was his secret, so he told a little lie. In order not to suspect his mother, he deliberately changed the topic, "Mom, I'm so hungry. Eat quickly."

"Okay, I know, little greedy cat," Shen Qingqing no longer asked more questions in the face of her son's rare coquettishness. She knows that she owes the people in front of her, and she rarely cares about her son because of work.

Looking at her clever and sensible son in front of her, she also hopes that he can act coquettishly and make some demands on her like other children, even if it doesn't matter if it's too much. But he never was sensible like a ten-year-old child, and she didn't know whether she should be happy.

He quickly finished dinner and put down the bowls and chopsticks. "Mom, I've finished eating. I'll go back to my room to do my homework first."

"Well," Shen Qingqing answered, looking at his mysterious son at this time, and sighed helplessly in his heart. Is it too late to start being a good mother now? She seems to have an ominous feeling that she is losing her son little by little.

Xia Luolin quickly walked into the bedroom, closed the door, sat on the desk and took out the gift given to him by the boy. He carefully put it in a small gift box. He was afraid of losing it, so the boy blamed him and ignored him.

And what he fears most is that he will never see him again.

He seemed to have forgotten to ask the boy's name. He grabbed his head with regret and had a chance to comfort himself tomorrow.

"Where have you been?" In a villa in the suburbs, the woman looked at the boy in a dazed in the bedroom, "You want to kill us, don't you?" The woman suddenly went crazy and roared at the boy.

The boy ignored it and sat quietly, leaving the woman going crazy. The boy's indifferent attitude angered the woman.

The woman grabbed the boy's shoulder and threw it under the bed with one hand. The boy ate painful teeth and still didn't say a word, staring at the woman indifferently, with a trace of sarcasm on his face.

"Are you laughing at me? I don't allow you to show such an expression, no, no," the woman roared, sat by the edge of the bed, hugged her head in pain, and cried in a low voice. He was afraid to see someone laughing at her, which made her have to remind her again.

The boy ignored it and noticed the sobs of the person squatting in the corner. He got up and walked over and hugged the trembling person.

"Brother, don't go out, okay? Don't make mom angry, okay?" The man in the corner whispered that he was afraid of his mother and her angry expression every time.

He was worried about his brother. Every time his brother was beaten by his mother, he couldn't come forward to stop him or be beaten for him. He wanted to do something for his brother.

"Okay, Xiaohan, good boy, let's sleep," the boy patted his back gently and said comfortingly.

"Xiao Han, mom really loves you so much. Can you come and let mom hug you?" The woman instantly got rid of the sadness just now, her face became ferocious, her laughter was sharp, and she slowly approached them.

The boy hugged the trembling man in his arms tightly and covered his ears with his hands.

He doesn't allow anyone to hurt him, and even the woman who gave birth to them can't hurt him.

Because it is a weekend, Xia Luolin naturally doesn't have to get up early like going to school. However, on a good weekend, he was forced to be woken up by his new neighbor next door. The family has just moved in for a few days, but in these days, at this time, there will always be a noise. He could bear it when he was reading, but now it's the weekend, and he won't let him sleep well.

He got up unbearably, walked out of the bedroom, and saw that his mother was ready to go out and yawned.

"Mom, are you leaving?"

"Well, stay at home."

"Well, mom, bye," he waved his hand and saw that his mother had left, and he began to clean up. Anyway, I couldn't sleep because of the noise of the new neighbor next door. It's better to go there early.

He came early to the agreed cherry tree to wait for the angel, when he arrived at the agreed place.

Maybe it was the reason for the beginning of spring. The morning in March was cold. He wrapped his coat and looked at the cherry trees. He couldn't come so early, with a lost expression in his eyes.

When he slowly walked into the cherry tree, a familiar person appeared in front of him, and he walked in quickly.

He sat under the cherry tree, with his eyes closed and frowning. What is he worried about? Why is he always worried? He has a strong desire to understand him. Compared with yesterday, what kind of story does he have?

He sat down beside him. How could he wear so thin, wearing only a long sleeve and not even a coat? Is he really not afraid of the cold? Suddenly, he was a little angry, but also helpless. He took off his coat and covered him sadly, hoping that he could be warmer.

He couldn't help trembling. It was really cold, and he couldn't help muttering, "What a fool who can't take care of himself."

staring at him closely, Xia Luolin couldn't help sighing in his heart how he could be so beautiful. There was no impurities on his white face, long and thick eyelashes, and a straight nose. Probably because he was a mixed-race child, his lips were thin and particularly sexy.

He lowered his head and touched his lips, as if there was still his residual warmth.

Feeling his breathing with some heat, he looked sideways, but he didn't expect that the distance was too close. The tip of his nose was facing the tip of his nose and his lips touched each other. He stiffened and left the corners of his lips with a little confusion. He sat stiffly, his eyes looked elsewhere, and his face was flushed. He seemed to kiss him. In this way, he took his first kiss, and he took his first kiss, right? He didn't know if this was his first kiss, so he thought it was, right? He thought optimistically.

The sun shines on every inch of the earth. Through the cherry trees, the sun is imprinted on them. The breeze blows, the cherry trees swaying, and the cherry blossom petals fly in the air.

Maybe it was too boring, and he gradually fell asleep, his head fell on his head, and they depended on each other like this.

Because it is a suburb, there are no passers-by. Occasionally, passers-by just pass by in a hurry and do not pay attention to them under the cherry trees.

The cicadas chirped one after another, and he opened his sleepy eyes and stretched out.

"Are you awake?"

"Ah, um," Xia Luolin was startled at first. When he reacted, he lowered his head awkwardly. He should have leaned on his shoulder just now. Sorry, I accidentally fell asleep."

"Xiaolin, you are so cute," he stared at him with a smile.

"I don't know your name yet," Xia Luolin scratched her head awkwardly.

"Mu Yinhan."

Mu Yinhan stood up, walked to the sun, and answered faintly.

He stared at him quietly, but he was still so dazzling that he couldn't move his eyes.

"Cherry blossoms are sometimes called mountain cherry blossoms, which bloom and wither for about 7 days, and the whole cherry tree from flowering to wither is about 16 days. Even if it is short, it is unrestrained and free to fly in the air, interpreting its brilliant life. Even if it withers, it is still magnificent," Mu Yinhan told about the cherry blossoms. Cut, the eyes are confused.

He listened quietly, will you also pass away with the wind like cherry blossoms?

"Do you know its flower language?" Mu Yingyan suddenly asked him, and he shook his head.

"Life and happiness will never give up. I will only love you all my life. The law of fate is a cycle, waiting for you to come back." Mu Yingyan said calmly, just like his grandmother, in order to wait for his grandfather to come home, he stood under the cherry tree every day, looking forward to his grandfather for the first time, and finally even thinking about death.

"Life and happiness will never give up for a lifetime. I only love you all my life. The law of fate is a cycle, waiting for you to come back," he repeated this sentence, beating his heart word by word. He staring at him. Why can you say it so calmly?

On this day, he learned everything about cherry blossoms. Is this cherry blossoms? Even if he dies, he will die at the most beautiful moment, which also makes him have a different feeling for cherry blossoms.