After speaking his mind, Luo Linyuan didn't dare to look at Yu Han because he was embarrassed. He buried his head in eating noodles and drinking soup, and from time to time raised his eyes from the side of the bowl to peek at Yu Han's face.
But Yu Han got up directly, came over to hold his hand, and asked him if he had finished eating. Luo Linyuan quickly drank the last sip of soup, wiped his mouth twice with a tissue, and did it with one hand. He was reluctant to let go of Yu Han's hand.
He was taken to a room. Although Yu Han's home was small, it had three bedrooms and one living room. Luo Linyuan had discovered a door that was always closed before, and he didn't try to open it. It was the privacy of other people's homes.
Only now did I realize that the door was locked. Yu Han took out a key, opened the door and lit the lamp. No one came in for a long time, and the dust fluttered in the dim warm light, gently falling on every object in the room.
A bed, desk wardrobe, and a piano covered in dust sheets. Yu Han stared blankly at the piano for a while, then smiled at Luo Linyuan: "You know, I can play the piano."
When Luo Linyuan went to the bar for the first time, he saw Yu Han come to the stage to save the scene. Looking back now, maybe it was the first time he was moved and didn't know it. Yu Han on the stage is so good-looking, it's good to see him duplicity, insisting on thinking that he doesn't like it, this person is not good to see his heart.
Yu Han carefully took off the dust cover, wiped the chair carefully with a wet tissue, and said to Luo Linyuan: "Xiaoyuan, come here."
Luo Linyuan sat next to Yu Han, and he didn't dare to raise his hand to touch the lid of the piano when someone opened it. He felt that the owner of this room belonged to him.
Light-colored bedspreads, photos on the wall, and old books in the bookcase, this is Yu Han's mother's room.
Yu Han stretched his fingers and played a song for Luo Linyuan. Even though Lorraine didn't know much about piano music, he could still hear it. This piece is so famous, it's called Starry Sky.
Yu Han whispered in the sound of the piano: "This is the first song my mother taught me. She is not a good mother. She misses that man all day long, and she is sick when she reads it. Ten years ago..." Yu Han As if unable to speak, he paused.
Luo Linyuan was so flustered that he wanted to tell Yu Han not to speak, but his throat was so tight that he couldn't make any sound. Yu Han said: "She sneaked out of the country to meet that man, and committed suicide when she came back."
Yu Han stopped playing, and Luo Linyuan's tears fell at the same time. He stretched out his arms and hugged Yu Han: "Stop talking."
Yu Han put his hand on his neck, and pressed Lorraine into his arms. His fingers were cold, as if he was seeking warmth, and he seemed to feel the beating of Luo Linyuan's pulse. Yu Han's body temperature gradually warmed up, and he was no longer so stiff.
Soon, Luo Linyuan knew why Yu Han wanted to tell him these things, why he was so uncomfortable, and chose to play the starry sky to him.
Yu Han said: "She once said that if I have someone I like in the future, I will know how I feel when I play this piece. In fact, I don't like this piece. I have practiced it too many times, and I don't like her playing every time. When you watch me play this piece, it's like missing other people through me."
He felt Lorraine's arms around his waist tightened, and the tears in his arms seemed to be unable to stop, and big ones were scattered on his shoulders and neck.
He stroked Lorraine Yuan's back: "Even if I think what she said is not entirely true, I can't deny that now I do understand the meaning of this song, I like you, and I want to play this song for you. Nothing to do with the past, just for you."
Yu Han: "Baby, you made my past more worthwhile and no longer meaningless. It's like my name, it's not what she used to miss that man, I belong to you, your spring alone."
Luo Linyuan was about to cry, it was so embarrassing, he buried his face in Yu Han's arms, and refused to get up, so he could only cry: "You foul... what do you tell me to do in the future with your confession, I can do better Do you like you a little, I want to give you everything I have."
In the end, Luo Linyuan, whose body was so weak from crying, was carried by Yu Han to the bathroom like a child, and sat on the edge of the bathtub. Yu Han washed a hot towel and wiped Luo Linyuan's face.
Luo Linyuan's head was dizzy, but the rabbit-like eyes kept looking at Yu Han, cherishing it so much that he didn't even dare to blink his eyes, as if Yu Han would disappear if he closed and opened again.
Yu Han frowned and looked at his bloodshot cheeks soaked in tears, and his movements were extremely light: "Does it hurt?"
Luo Linyuan suddenly put his arms around Yu Han's neck and leaned into his ear. His voice was soft and wet, but what he said was strong and straightforward: "Let's do it, Yu Han."
Yu Han almost pushed the person in his arms into the bathtub, flustered for a while, and then said embarrassingly: "What nonsense!"
Lorraine licked his red lips, looked at Yu Han with eyelashes that were wet with tears, looked like a dog, and said stubbornly: "I'm not talking nonsense, I want to give it to you, don't you want me?"
Yu Han's hand grabbed his waist, and his strength gradually increased. Luo Linyuan felt a little hurt, but he didn't flinch: "I want you, I can do anything."
Yu Han was short of breath, his eyes were getting darker, and his voice was hoarse: "No regrets?"
Luo Linyuan hugged Yu Han: "Why do you have to regret it, but I'm afraid of pain, so take it easy."
In the end, Luo Linyuan was still crying in pain. He lay in Yu Han's room, on the bed of his sweetheart, his sweaty hair pressed against the pillow full of his favorite smell.
He scratched and wrinkled the sheets, his body was sweating constantly, and his legs were shaking with pain, but he refused to remove it from Yu Han's waist. He turned his face to the side, trying to hide himself with the pillow, but he was hugged firmly around the waist and picked up from the bed.
Yu Han kissed his flushed shoulder, and left a tooth mark on it.
Lorraine was so wronged that he continued to cry, but Yu Han didn't love him at all, and made him hurt very much. He did it cruelly and fiercely, tearing him apart and swallowing him. Regardless of his refusal, he insisted on eating him, making Lorraine cry.
Later he was turned over, the place where the tattoo was licked and sucked, the skin was numb and hot. It seemed to be thinner and more sensitive. Soon he was thrown forward, his knees were red, and he couldn't concentrate on the tattoo.
He cried intermittently, begging for an end. Yu Han kissed him, saying that he wanted it, and he couldn't regret it. Luo Linyuan cried softly: "Don't do it, I will be broken if you do it again, what should I do next time."
Luo Linyuan, who didn't know that his cute words would make Yu Han more excited, was changed into another position, and he was fooled hard.
It was very late when the matter was over, and Lorraine was so sleepy that he fell asleep, with marks all over his body and tears on his cheeks. He missed Yu Han's kiss on his cheek, and he didn't hear the sentence, I love you, love you so much.