Recalling the first meeting of the killing

The boy sitting in the last row had light eyebrows and a pair of very beautiful eyes. When he looked at people, he seemed to give off an extremely affectionate feeling. Everyone in the class was talking about it, either smiling and wishing the professor well or gossiping about the professor's boyfriend. He was the only one who slightly stretched his legs. His memories were like a river, overlapping in a certain space.

That year, the drunk Xiao Yuan stood in the middle of a group of secret agents, holding a bottle of Maotai and shouting,"I have a boyfriend!"

The surroundings were deathly silent.

……

Seven years ago.