He arrived at the gentlest rejection of his life.

The night is boundless, from the rooftop of the second floor of the villa, one can see the shadowy outline of the mountain not far away. The mountain breeze blew, taking away a trace of summer heat, leaving only half a minute of coolness.

Shen Ke stood at the edge of the rooftop, his arms resting on the carved railing in front of him, a bit of scarlet flickering between his fingers.

From last night to now, has passed nearly twenty hours, this day time, is Shen Ke experience nearly thirty years of life, never had the heart and soul, and ...... huge dazed and confused.

There was an evening breeze, and the air was damp and fresh with moisture, just as it had been last night when he had stood in the doorway of the bathroom, and the damp mist had flowed through the closed doorway and seemed to linger in his nostrils.

He stood a door away, accompanied by the not-so-subtle sound of water, and heard the whispered, whispered whispers of the teenager in the bathroom.

As if through a mist of hot, humid water, Shen Ke was completely frozen outside the door.

At the moment when he was most out of control and hardest to restrain himself, he heard Lin Jian whisper a person's name.

Shen Ke.

His name.

After the unspeakable shock, Shen Ke's mind was left with an empty blankness.

Turns out, surprisingly.

Thinking about the previous night, he had tentatively asked Lin Jian about it, guessing that there was some kind of entangled connection between him and the boy.

And it was only last night, when he heard his offhand low call at first glance, that it dawned on him as an afterthought ...... that this was so.

No wonder, the few times when mentioning that "he", Lin Jian showed are hard to avoid, or even never mention, so, it is really ...... can not say.

But how did ...... get there?

Shen Ke's brow furrowed and his fingers tightened imperceptibly as he held his cigarette in the night air - for him, this was unthinkable.

Every time his mind veered in an uncontrolled direction, he felt an inexplicably huge pang of absurd silliness at the mere thought that Lin Jian had at some point been moved to do so.

...... That's the man he's been raising for ten years.

Ten years of companionship, ten years of care, when the once tender and weak seedling finally grew into a tree Hua Guan Ting Pavilion like a cover, life has suddenly opened a shocking joke with him.

No, it's not a joke - Lin Jian would never take such a thing as a child's play.

Shen Ke breathed a deep sigh of relief, and ran a thread through the chaos and noise of his thoughts, and with a great deal of calm self-control, he traced it back to this unassuming thread, only to realize that all the clues had been there for a long time.

He just never envisioned it in that direction.

It's his fault.

The night breeze wandered in along the rooftop's floor-to-ceiling glass doors, slightly blowing the corners of the teenager's pure white coat.

Lin Jian stood at the door of the sunroom outside the rooftop, quietly looking at the silent figure not far away, his eyes lowered, falling onto the lit cigarette between his fingers and the scattered cigarette butts on the ground.

And he thought, sure enough--

I can't believe I would actually give him such a hard time.

He originally wanted to bury those hidden affairs of the heart and unspeakable delusions for a long time, for fear that one day, when exposed to the light of day, it would make Shen Ke in and out of the dilemma, left and right.

However, it has come to this point after all.

There were light footsteps behind her, Shen Ke suddenly came back to her senses, and when she looked over, she saw Lin Jian walking straight through the sunroom.

On weekdays, Lin Jian seldom ventured onto this rooftop, simply because it was on the second floor, too close to Shen Ke's bedroom, so he rarely came up.

At one time, Shen Ke only thought that Lin Jian was afraid of disturbing his own peace and quiet, but in retrospect, he has gradually realized that it was probably because he had deliberately avoided it.

Lin Jian stepped through the glass door and walked to the edge of the rooftop, stopping half a meter away from Shen Ke.

The two were separated by a distance that was not too far, and under the moonlight, the two shadows that fell on the ground seemed to be clinging to each other as if they were close to each other.

It was the first time the two had faced each other since last night.

The air around them fermented and steamed in the silence of the two compartments, gradually becoming ambiguous and glued together as they breathed softly and slowly.

In the middle of the day, Shen Ke whispered, "Did you like the gift?"

In the gift box Shen Ke placed on the flower table last night was a Patek Philippe men's watch, a luxury sports model with a dark green dial and understated luxury, a style that suits Lin Jian's temperament.

Lin Jian was quiet for a few seconds, and the corner of his mouth lifted slightly, although this smile was permeated with obvious littleness, he still smiled and said, "Who wouldn't like a watch that costs more than 3 million dollars? But it's a bit of a mismatch to send it to me."

"No." Shen Ke shakes off a burnt out ash from his fingertips, "Nothing in this world is more precious than time, so it's just right to give it to you."

"...... is it, the original is to remind me that time is like gold." Lin Jian's voice is very soft, as if talking to himself, a slight pause, and then asked a few seconds later, "In addition to this, is there?"

Shen Ke's brow jumped, "What else?"

Lin Jian knew that his current expression and tone of voice were not considered gentle, and should carry an undisguised self-loathing and mockery, but they had already come to this point between them, and Shen Ke had gained insight into his woefully almost sordid mind, and there was no way for him to back out, nor could he pretend that nothing had happened, and delude himself to whitewash the situation.

"Is there anything else you want to caution me about, other than reminding me that time is precious?"

Shen Ke was silent for a moment at his words before his eyes flicked around and landed on the face of the teenager next to him.

Lin Jian The corners of his mouth pursed into a straight line, but he didn't blink, straightening up to meet his line of sight.

The young man's eyes are filled with determined ruthlessness, as if he had to force himself to this desperate road, and then Shen Ke gently pushed, vertical he fell into the abyss of ten thousand feet.

Ever since he was a child, he had always been ruthless and never soft on himself.

Shen Ke's heart was suddenly flooded with an unspeakable heartache.

Reflected on the floor of the two shadows in silence intertwined entangled, after a long time, Shen Ke thin lips moved, finally asked very softly, "...... why?"

His words came out of nowhere, as if he were asking a question from nowhere, but Lin Jian was able to decode them in an instant and hear their meaning.

Why--

Yes, the teenager had asked himself the same question for countless days and nights of this and that, why?

Why Shen Ke?

Why do you know that you can't shouldn't not be able to, but it's still hard to hold on to yourself, you can't help it, you're still sober and sinking, and you're letting yourself go deeper and deeper into it?

"There is no why." After a long silence, Lin Jian replied in a low voice, "How can there be a figurative reason for such a thing? It's just--"

He let out a deep breath, paused for a few seconds, and said in a muffled voice-

"It is nothing more than being together from dawn to dusk, together to the end of time, and so it is that one's heart is wantonly moved, and one becomes mad."

Shen Ke's heart moved hard.

In this instant, the teenager finally peeled off his own chest with his hand up, drying out his long-buried and unspeakable feelings in a straightforward and pure manner in front of his eyes.

With dripping warm blood, throw a big gamble.

"So ...... what about you?" Lin Jian slowly inclined his head, the bottom of his eyes dipped in a layer of mourning like a thin mist, his eyes hazy and swaying lightly, "You stood here alone in the middle of the night blowing the wind and smoking, what were you thinking?"

And Shen Ke was never a smoker before tonight.

Shen Ke, dumbfounded for a long time, replied, "Wondering just how much of an asshole I was before that I was oblivious, and also wondering ...... what I'm going to do with you now."

"What else can I do?" Lin Jian closed his eyes hard for a moment, and when he opened them again, the tails of his eyes carried a not-so-obvious red, "Scold me severely, or ...... simply kick me out! Anyway, back then, it was also me who was dead set on pulling you back, and had to come back with you, and now ...... it's also nothing more than me doing it to myself! All of this is just my delusion, and what has it got to do with you! And what are you blaming yourself for?!"

For many years, Lin Jian had never had such an emotionally intense moment, especially after growing up, the lone, thin teenager had always been cold and aloof, indifferent as if nothing or no one could bother him.

And at the moment, those beautiful and biting eyes were actually pressed with a layer of mist, as if the slightest touch of anyone's fingertips could cause tears to fall.

Shen Ke thought this way, then really slowly reached out his hand, used his fingertips to abruptly stroke the end of his eyes, frowned and whispered, "Lin Jian, don't cry."

"I'm not crying." Lin Jian's voice was as muffled as a handful of grains of sand, and he closed his eyes, then opened them again, and the touch with the faint scent of tobacco was gone.

It was so light it was like an illusion on his part.

"I didn't think about letting you know-" Lin Jian calmed his breathing with great effort and said in a deep voice after a slight pause, "If you didn't know, I would have never said anything in my life... . but now that you found out, you can't pretend like you don't know, and I can't pretend like nothing happened anymore, I ......"

"...... wants an answer."

Teenager cold and arrogant, disdain plausible but ambiguous entanglement, only seek clear understanding of the decision.

The cigarette between his fingers was completely burned out, and the ash burned down to the end, the embers burning Shen Ke's fingers, a dense pain sluggishly spreading from his fingertips all the way to his heart, a dull ache that would not go away.

Why is it so--

Shen Ke said, "Why do you have to push yourself to this extent?

"What I promised you, I will definitely do." Shen Ke fingers between a loose, cigarette butt remnants fall to the ground, broken into bits and pieces, "But ...... I can only be responsible for the promises I once gave."

He tried to minimize the unavoidable harm, and did not even dare to say the word "sorry" easily, because he knew Lin Jian too well, such a stubborn and obstinate nature, only afraid of not being able to withstand the blunt words, will be broken and sinking beads, do not want to be complete.

"Can only be responsible for the promises that were once given ......" Lin Jian's arm resting on the railing has been numb and senseless, his thin, white and slender fingers curled up slightly, holding back the heat under his eyes, he asked for the last time:" For example?"

Shen Ke inclined his head to look at the pale young man beside him, wanting to reach out and rub the top of his hair again, he vaguely remembers that Lin Jian's temperament from childhood to adulthood was cold and hard, but his hair was extremely soft, just like him as a person-

I am a cool person, but I am a sentimental guest, with a cool brow and a warm soul.

But the hand hanging at his side was not raised after all, and after a long silence, Shen Ke sighed slightly and said in a hushed voice, "Like tomorrow's jump, what's agreed upon must count."

It was a promise he had made with Lin Jian, and it was also a gift he had promised him for his eighteenth year.

"Go to sleep." Shen Ke's warm, sunken eyes held a hint of sadness, "Wake up and it's a new day."

As in, you have a longer and better life ahead of you.

*

Early the next morning they set out in the morning sun.

The skydiving base was more than a two-hour drive from their city, and instead of driving themselves, Shen Ke had a driver take them all the way south.

The cars merge onto the main road viaduct, circling the traffic circle before heading onto the highway section.

Lin Jian and Shen Ke sat in the back row of seats, separated by a gap of distance, and no one spoke on the way, except for the old song that was sung softly over and over again, as if it had been pressed into a single song loop.

Some people are so hurt by their love that they inevitably lose their claim

Gradually feel, a little vicissitude

It's impossible to imagine who is the hope of this life.

Some people are busy with love. Things are unpredictable after all.

How much more suffering do I have to go through?

If I didn't want to come back to you.

Surrendered to fate a long time ago.

Don't make it difficult.

Don't lock up your dreams.

I'll ride the waves for you.

No matter how busy or hurtful

......

Arriving at the skydiving base, staff and professional instructors were already waiting at the entrance.

Skydiving belongs to the professional extreme sports, before starting to go through a series of standardized operations. The staff led them to the rest area, first confirmed the identity information and personal data, and then explained to watch the safety process video, and finally, two people in the safety agreement on the site insurance policy signed.

After changing into jump suits in the locker room, customer service and instructors lead them into the hangar.

In the hangar, they put on their professional equipment and spent the rest of the day familiarizing themselves with practicing skydiving and airborne positions under the guidance of their instructors.

The sport is not new to Shen Ke, but Lin Jian was actually experiencing it for the first time, so this period of instruction and live teaching was customized for him.

Finally, they followed the guidelines and boarded a special plane for skydiving.

The plane taxied slowly, pulled out of the hangar, climbed and flew on the runway, and after about thirty minutes reached an altitude of about 15,000 feet above the clouds.

They chose a tandem skydive.

On the plane, the instructor fastened Lin Jian's harness and when the plane reached a reasonable altitude, the same instructor signaled Shen Ke that it was ready.

Lin Jian takes his place by the hatch, and Shen Ke bends down behind him.

From the beginning to the end, there was not a word of unnecessary conversation between them, and at this time, Lin Jian looked out of the hatch at the sky, his face was so light that it did not seem to be without a little bit of emotion, but with Shen Ke's approach, the bottom of his eyes gradually set off a dark surge.

"With a swish, Shen Ke reached out and tightened the straps around him, and in the next moment, with the sound of buckles crunching, Shen Ke had him securely fastened to his chest.

The position of locking someone completely in his arms like this was like an intimate embrace.

The knots in Lin Jian's throat slid up and down, and the fingers hanging at his side clenched into fists.

Even through the obstacles of the equipment, Shen Ke could still feel that at this moment, the person in his arms was trembling inconspicuously, and the amplitude of the trembling of the shoulders was obviously small, but it seemed to go through the parachute suit, all the way to his heart, which brought up a fine pain with it.

Shen Ke inclined his head slightly and breathed a slow sigh of relief as he whispered in Lin Jian's ear before the hatch opened, "Windshield."

Lin Jian raised his hand, pulled down the windscreen and put it on, and at that moment, the hatch opened, and the strong wind of 10,000 meters in the air suddenly hit his face.

A low voice rang in his ears, probably because it was too close, even though it was wrapped in the gale, Lin Jian could still hear it clearly, Shen Ke asked, "Are you ready?"

Lin Jian didn't say anything, but his brow pressed against the edge of his windshield furrowed, and just as Shen Ke thought he'd responded with silence and was about to lead him to jump out the hatch, Lin Jian suddenly said, "Wait a minute."

Shen Ke's hand on the handle tightened slightly as he asked, "What's wrong?"

In the cold wind, by the clouds, Lin Jian asked softly, "I want to know, how do you really see me now, and what do you think of me?"

Shen Ke did not respond as he looked down at the whirl of hair of the teenager in his arms, which was disheveled by the gale.

A few seconds apart, Lin Jian asked the last question in a slightly hoarse voice, almost in a careful tone, with the most reverent and lowly gesture.

"...... It's really impossible, isn't it?"

Throughout, he never said "like", but every second, he was waiting for an answer.

The loud humming of the propeller cut into the eardrums, and in the middle of the day, Shen Ke suddenly raised a hand and gently covered the back of Lin Jian's hand that was holding the handle with his palm.

The sudden warmth that came over Lin Jian's mind.

And the next second, Shen Ke, with a gentle but irresistible force, pulled down his hand and leapt out of the hatch with a sudden leap around him!

The sudden impact and violent weightlessness caused Lin Jian's heart to beat wildly, and in the first moments of his descent, he clearly heard Shen Ke whisper in his ear -

"Fool, you'll always be my family."

Family.

Even at this time, even if Lin Jian stoically pursued the question, he is still appropriate and meticulous, in the most gentle and harmless way, carefully care for the sensitive and thin self-esteem of the teenager.

Free-falling down to a specified altitude, Shen Ke pulls down the parachute handle and they float at 10,000 feet.

The word "family" is the final answer, isn't it?

Lin Jian slowly closed his eyes, the last trace of anger and desire in his heart, along with the most meager expectations, together annihilated in the wind.

He was 10,000 meters in the air when he got the gentlest rejection of his life.