[The tone is clear and cool, the voice lingering with gentle breath. 】
"Steward Huang, the soup is ready."
The chef held the tray with the soup, and walked beside the old butler, and said softly.
"give it to me."
The old butler took the tray, paused at the door, sighed, pushed the door and walked in.
The young man who was sitting on the bed and looking at the book raised his head when he heard the movement and saw that the old housekeeper came in again with the soup, so he put down the book and chuckled: "Old housekeeper, what kind of soup is this? "
Putting the tray on the small table next to the bed, the old housekeeper glanced at the young boy's still pale face, and resisted the desire to sigh again. He just said, "I changed the soup, radish ribs, don’t always talk about eating radish in winter and eating radish in summer. Jiang, the young master will drink a little while it's hot to replenish the body."
"Your old man almost got me ginseng, otherwise I would really have a nosebleed."
While teasing at Su Ankou, he still happily picked up the bowl, ate the radish and spare ribs a little bit, and then drank the soup, leaving the bowl clean, just like a good child who has been educated by his parents and cannot be wasted.
The old butler stood aside, looking down at the smoky-haired boy's obedient and ingenious appearance, a burst of sorrow flowed from the bottom of his heart, and he opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he just ordered, holding the tray and went out again.
After wiping the corners of his mouth, Su An leaned back on the bed and coughed twice. He had to pull the quilt up, picked up the book in his hand again, and flipped through it absent-mindedly.
Outside the opened curtains, the sky outside the glass is high and plain white, just like old white cloth.
Suan has a low-grade fever for three days.
I was just a little tired and didn't want to give up the notice, but Su Xitang strongly asked to stay at home and rest, when the fever went down, and when could I go back to work.
Accustomed to the man's gentle appearance towards him, when he was faced with an irresistible order, he remembered that he was a cold and powerful underground godfather, even though the man was weaker than himself, lying in the room on the other side of the corridor.
But even if he was weak and only awakened by first aid a few days ago, Su An knew that that person did not give himself any free time.
The people who come to the house every day have not been interrupted, and Su An can hear the footsteps outside the door after a while, most of them are towards the room at the end of the corridor.
Su Xitang just changed the office location from the group company to his home.
Several times Su An wanted to tell him to take a good rest and he could recover a little bit before starting to work, otherwise the injury would not heal at all. But after all, I can only think about it.
What is his position? Rejecting his confession was also because of his refusal that caused the person to be in a mess and was wounded to the point of death.
In the hospital corridor, under the pale light.
"I don't know what to do anymore, or you can tell me what to do... I will listen to you."
Su An was so exhausted that he was ready to give up his senseless awkwardness.
The man lying on the hospital bed just turned his head to look at him, his expression was indifferent, his eyes were like cold snow.
"... Agan, I don't need your sympathy."
Su Xitang's voice was very soft, even weak that could not be concealed, but the firmness in the light words, tenacity, was like a rock.
Su An stunnedly recalled Su Xitang's words, and when he came back to his senses, he realized that all the books were upside down.
He closed the book sullenly and put it aside, the young man rubbed his temples, but he couldn't restrain the feeling of powerlessness in his heart at all.
The heart seems to be soaked in water, the whole is swelling, and at the same time it is sticky and uncomfortable, and can't breathe.
Su An suddenly opened the quilt, got out of the bed, took off the coat on the hanger and put it on, and decided to walk in the yard.
As soon as I leave the house, I will feel the cold temperature in the air.
The sharp bushes in the yard are like sleeping thorns, guarding the white secret.
Looking into the distance, everything is gray and deep, tall trees with fallen leaves, silent buildings, thin telephone poles, and even cold birds slowly flying across the sky.
It's really a lonely scene.
Su An put his hands in his pockets, shrank his shoulders slightly, and walked aimlessly.
The body was really uneasy, and soon I was a little tired, and because I felt a little boring, I simply sat down on the wooden chair beside the withered flowers. The cold temperature of the wooden chair stimulated Su An to shiver, and Su An was really ready to bite. Ya endured, but a servant immediately sent a thick cushion and hand warmer.
Su An sat on the cushion set by the servant in a daze. Before the servant left, he secretly said to him: "... Master ordered."
Holding the warm hand warmer, Su An felt like his fingers had been burned.
The teenager sitting on the wooden chair slowly raised his head.
Su An raised his head and saw the figure on the balcony on the second floor.
The pale man in the wheelchair was covered with a black blanket, and he couldn't see clearly from a little far away, as if he was nodding his head.
In the season when the most tough and silent trees are cold and hibernating, Su An's hands next to the warmer bag are sweating.
At this moment, they may not be looking at each other, but the young man pressed his lips slightly, nervousness that he didn't want to admit, nervousness for unknown reasons.
The heart that had been soaked in the chest cavity for a long time was swollen and limp.
When Su An was about to stand up, the people on the balcony moved first.
Seeing the man turning his wheelchair away from the balcony and disappearing into his sight a little bit, the young man who had just charged up lost all his strength at once, and sat down on the chair dejectedly.
What's this about? How do you seem to be the one who was rejected.
Or, if you obviously refused, what are you still struggling with.
The embarrassment that suddenly rushed out of my heart seemed to finally give the young man some excuse. After sitting for a while, Su An stood up and went back to the room.
I didn't eat much for dinner, and fell asleep early after taking the medicine.
I don't know what time it is late at night, but it turns out to be awakened by heat.
The limbs are soft, like being roasted on a warm fire. I couldn't tell where the fire came from. It seemed to be warm blood, but it was like the bones inside, and it was about to crack when it was baked.
In the darkness, Ling Doodle's face that suddenly appeared in his mind was exceptionally clear.
The organs buried in his body are hot, the eyes looking at him blurred and satisfied when thrusting are hot, the gentle and domineering body entanglement is hot, the kiss that pulls him into the bathtub water is hot, and when he confessed, he vomited. The breath on the earlobe is hot, everything is hot...
Really... So hot...
Su An, who suddenly sat up, got out of the warm bed, and immediately placed himself in the cold air in the late winter night. The huge temperature difference caused him to get goose bumps immediately.
In the mind that gradually calmed down, the picture gradually stopped the rhythm of rewinding, and finally it froze in this scene.
In the dead end, Su An, who collapsed by the wall, was panting violently. On the side was Wang Dong, who was fainting, with a little bleeding from the wound on his foot.
The narrow corridor is full of corpses and dripping blood, a vivid picture of hell on earth, even the setting sun and sunset glow in the sky are bloody, watching people panic.
Only the tall man is standing, even though his hands are dirty with blood, he is still pale and beautiful like frost and snow, and will melt and disappear into the air in the next moment.
Su An, who was a little dazed and inexplicably horrified by his own imagination, watched Su Xitang suddenly approaching him, stepping on a corpse to him under a ray of sunlight.
It is difficult to describe what kind of scene it was, cruel and solemn, but silent and beautiful. The setting sun on the man's broad shoulders was so dazzling that people shed tears, but he didn't want to blink because he wanted to stare at his face for a second.
Su Xitang really came to him, squatted down in front of him, and asked if he was injured. Under the slightly frowned brows, there was a concern that could be found in his deep eyes.
Probably because it was the first time I was facing a life-and-death crisis, but also because it was the first time I felt that I was acting like a hero. Su An, before unconscious, found his heart beating like a drum.
At the moment he lost consciousness, it seemed that someone asked him to pick him up.
A quiet and refreshing hug. It seemed like a lonely tall mountain, looking at the lost woodman in silence for a long time, but still silent, but opened a nine-curved sheep intestine, and guided him to his lush and broad embrace.
"When did you fall in love with me?"
"... I have been thinking about this question for a long time. I have no answer when it comes to specifics."
"But the beginning of everything should be the moment when I truly regard you as my family."
There was a clear and cool voice lingering in the ear.
Su An, with his head buried, almost burst into tears.
—
Su Xitang tilted her head and looked at the picture in Pad intently.
The young man in the picture is standing on the stage singing, a pair of mellow cat eyes squinted slightly because of devotion, and an indescribable charm flies up between his eyebrows. It is a restrained persistence and calm self-confidence.
The appearance of the young man singing intently makes it hard to move his eyes.
After singing a song, the young man still held the microphone, but after closing his mouth, he raised a shallow arc, raised his eyebrows slightly, looking forward and proud, looking at the stage from a distance.
Deafening applause and crazy shouts.
The boy smiled and saluted the audience, and Shi Shiran stepped down.
"Brother, you are great! You can definitely defeat Han Dongyun!"
Facing the person who was holding him excitedly, the boy just smiled with a reserved and proud smile, reached out his hand and touched the head of the person in his arms, he was very happy and suppressed and pretended to be mature, but he had a slightly twisted and cute taste.
Su Xitang looked at it seriously, and watched this simple and popular idol drama like the research company's plan.
When the scene of Su An was over, the camera turned to other people, Su Xitang stretched out his hand strenuously, and dragged the progress bar back to the time when the teenager was just on stage, watching the teenager step by step onto the stage amidst anticipation of cheers, flashing with dazzling lights Stage.
Suddenly, Su Xitang turned off the Pad abruptly. Even a small fierce action was not a small burden for him, but Su Xitang only pursed his lips and turned his head to look at the young man who appeared at the door.
The boy didn't look at him at all, or could not see him, and walked in with two thick quilts.
Su An didn't seem to see Su Xitang's silent gaze, and directly threw the quilt on the soft and clean wool carpet.
Spreading out a quilt as a mattress, Su An sat directly on it, pulled the other bed as a quilt and covered him, and when he felt that the matter had been dealt with, he turned to face the pale lying on the bed. The man spoke calmly.
"I'm afraid of being irregular at night, so I slept down there. If you feel cold, call me."
After speaking, I planned to shrink into the self-governing bed.
"Need not."
Su Xitang's clean voice sounded in the room, "The air conditioner is turned on in my room, you can go back."
Rejected cleanly.
Su An's face was stiff, but he pretended to say indifferently, "Didn't you say that you like the original, real temperature before."
Su Xitang stopped talking, but looked at him silently, her eyes so clear that she was almost indifferent. Under such gaze, Su An only felt like a clown with only arrogant words.
The hands in the sleeves gradually clenched, and the nails almost sank into the flesh.
Su An suddenly turned his head to the side, turned and went directly into the bed, buried his head under the quilt, obviously not intending to speak.
"go out."
Su Xitang's cold voice sounded again, with a few more irresistible strengths.
Su An did not get up, still buried his body in the bed, but his body curled up tighter, like an insecure shrimp.
It was really shameful, so stalking, Su An told himself.
I knew it would be like this, why should I pay attention to the dignity of a straight man
"Su An, go out."
The indifferent voice sounded again, almost making people want to see the expressionless face of the speaker.
Su An suddenly lifted the quilt and stood up, staring at Su Xitang lying on the bed, his expressionless face was more chilling than the most disgusting and disgusting expression.
The cold night seems to have no end, and the lonely night light spilled into the room and plated on the floor like ice.
"... I don't need you." Su Xitang said lightly.
Besides, there is still a low-grade fever. Sleeping on the floor will only catch a cold, and then become more ill.
Su Xitang, who raised his head, lost all his words in panic after seeing the boy's face clearly.
Under the cold moonlight, the young man's eyes were red, as if trying to suffocate his tears, his cheeks were a little bulging, so stubborn to hide his fragile appearance, Su Xitang was distressed and frantic just looking at one thing.
In a moment, Su Xitang regretted the serious words he had just said. The man who regretted almost nothing in a few days gave almost all the regrets to the same person.
"A An—"
Su Xitang, who had only had time to spit out two words, was stopped all the words.
In front of Su Xitang's widened eyes, the cat's eyes with red eyes and the hot and humid snort on the cheeks were magnified infinitely.
Su An lowered his head with too much force and recklessness, his mouth almost hit Su Xitang's lips, and he even made a sound of teeth colliding.
Although he immediately covered his lips with pain, the boy did not hide his fierce expression at all, and said viciously at the man with a surprised look: "...Su Xitang, shut up."
The moonlight in the room faded a bit. It turned out that the lonely moon, thousands of miles away, was covered by a thin cloud, and the thin cloud was entangled and refused to leave. It seemed that there was no way, and finally Leng Yue was too tired to take care of it, so she had to collect some light.
Looking from afar, the moonlight is a little foggy, as if asleep.