The morning sun slanted into the room, casting a bright yellow on his eyelids. Lin Yan tore off the quilt, rolled over in a daze, and got out of bed. His legs softened and he fell down. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he gasped for breath.
His whole body ached like being run over by a cart, every muscle was screaming, Lin Yan shook his head trying to get rid of the hangover dizziness, and got up with the quilt that was half off. The place where Xiao Yu slept was no longer there, and a shallow depression on the bed reminded him of the absurdity of drinking last night.
Lin Yan tapped his temples fiercely. For the first time, he wished to wipe away the memory of his drunkenness, but the more he wanted to forget, the more he became sober. Even the eyes of the ghost staring at him were very close at hand. His eyes were as black as velvet, absent minded. While murmuring his name, he bumped into it, as if the body is closer, the heart can come together.
If you slept with someone who was with you 24 hours a day, how would it end
Idiot, Lin Yan cursed, put on a long T-shirt for playing basketball, and walked out leaning on the wall. He heard Xiao Yu calling him on the way, Lin Yan didn't even have the courage to turn around to answer him, and staggered into the bathroom with his head down, locked the door behind him. door to door.
The eyes of the person in the mirror were red, his cheeks were swollen, and a string of bluish-purple hickeys stretched from his neck to his collarbone. Lin Yan pulled down the collar of his T-shirt, turned his head quickly after seeing the horror on his chest, and rinsed himself with a shower , the water poured down from his face, everything he wanted to see and what he didn’t want to see were blurred. Lin Yan’s mouth twitched in pain as the hidden parts behind him were stimulated by the hot water. He still clenched his teeth and scrubbed viciously on his body. with.
Can't wait to shed a layer of skin.
Lin Yan dried his hair and wiped it on the steaming mirror. It still reflected a delicate and clean face. The stand-up collar T-shirt was just right to cover the marks on his neck. Lin Yan supported the sink and looked into the mirror. The man smiled miserably.
Compared with love, carnal desire is the simplest, a meal, a bottle of wine, a word can happen, you don’t even need to take off your clothes, forget it when you’re done, take a bath and continue to be a clean person, who will mention what happened last night Unbearable
He can't give in to a paranoid ghost, the street is full of upright gentlemen, who knows which beast he opened his thighs to last night, and which corner he will live in the next night
The ding-dong sound of cups and plates came from the kitchen, passed through the messy living room, and the moment the sliding door opened, Lin Yan was stunned by the scene in front of him, and he didn't recover for a long time.
The light golden sun fell on the ground, the suave young man had disheveled hair on his temples, his long eyebrows were furrowed, and carefully rinsed a frozen fish under the tap. Lin Yan bought it a few days ago and threw it in the freezer and forgot to take it. It was frozen hard. , the eyes of the fish were covered with a layer of hoarfrost, the mouth was opened wide, and the head protruding from the hands was a little dumbfounded. The stew pot was set on the natural gas, and the water was almost boiling. On the chopping board, several pieces of ginger and scallions were cut into different sizes. The ginger was forgot to peel, and it was as big as a lump of wood.
Hearing the movement at the door, Xiao Yu turned his head, with a smile hidden in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth gently turned up: "Wake up now, won't you sleep again?"
"... Nausea and can't sleep." Lin Yan's face was burning hot, avoiding his sight, and walked over to turn off the faucet, "What are you doing with this, are you hungry?"
Pretending to be calm: "Don't you need to eat?"
"I want to make you breakfast." Xiao Yu pointed to the fish in the tank, "It's too frozen."
"You have to put it in the microwave to thaw, so it won't melt for a day." Lin Yan glanced at the scattered scallions and ginger on the chopping board, "Besides, no one wakes up early in the morning to eat fish, it's so fishy."
Xiao Yu stood still in front of the sink, awkwardly holding the fish tail: "... I only know this."
Lin Yan pulled out the frying pan and removed the stew pot from the natural gas stove: "I can't eat this because I have an upset stomach, don't worry about it, I'll make it and eat it myself."
"What do you want to eat? I'll give it a try." Xiao Yu went to look through the refrigerator as he spoke, but Lin Yan slammed it closed just as he opened it, and his voice rose unconsciously: "Don't worry about it, don't worry about it. It looks like I’m at my own home, my living room is already like this, and I’m not sure what will happen to the kitchen later, Mr. Xiao’s ten fingers don’t touch the spring water, so don’t bother you.”
When speaking, I unconsciously bit the word "my" with extra emphasis, and deliberately excluded him, leaving no room for him.
A one-night stand seemed too far ahead of his time for him, but he couldn't get married without having sex. The person opposite was stunned, his eyes dimmed with anticipation, and he held the fish in a helpless manner, as if he had done something wrong, and he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.
Lin Yan didn't dare to look at him, he struggled to take out the eggs and cold milk from the refrigerator, poured oil into the frying pan, and cracked the eggs into it twice, when he turned his head Xiao Yu was still standing there, his fingers turned red from the cold fish, Neither leaving nor staying, with lowered eyes, glanced at him from time to time, as if afraid that he would get angry.
Lin Yan didn't speak, took out the spatula and turned the fried egg over. The pain behind him was still terrific, and every step he took was suffering. The ghost saw that he was unnatural, and stood behind him for a long time, hesitating to put down the fish. , clung to him to please him, put his chin on Lin Yan's shoulder, and felt a cold cloud, like the refrigerator door was left closed.
"It hurts a lot?" Xiao Yu's tone was softer than ever before, "Be gentler next time."
Lin Yan took a deep breath, and the memory of last night came back to his eyes with Xiao Yu's touch. The female prostrated herself under a ghost and actively begged for sex. The uncontrollable wildness and the shame of being exposed on the spot made him restless. , interrupted him blankly: "There is no next time, I drank too much last night, let's pretend it never happened, so what should we do, okay?"
The people behind trembled when they heard the words, and loosened their arms around him.
Lin Yan couldn't bear it, and he covered up the fried eggs in the pot: "You can't help here, find me a stomach medicine, it's in the bedroom drawer."
Xiao Yu thought for a while, then asked him in a low voice: "What kind of stomach medicine...?"
"You don't know anything." Lin Yan sighed, put down the spatula, turned around to suppress the evil fire in his heart: "Please get out, I'm in a bad mood, and I don't have time to say nice things to cheer you up."
Xiao Yu was silent, and slowly let go of his hand for a while, and stared at Lin Yan with a pair of pitch-black eyes. There was something in his eyes that he couldn't understand, like sadness. He looked at him from head to toe over and over again, Turning his face to the side, he said softly, "Lin Yan, don't bully me."
When he looked back again, the ghost had disappeared. Lin Yan slowly put the fried eggs on the plate, suppressed the colic in his stomach and began to eat. The touch of the hug seemed to still linger on his body. Numbly.
What is Zuojian? Lin Yan recalled the ghost's words and his eyes. The proud young man rushed out from nowhere and occupied his home, his bed, his people, his time and his... The thigh muscles twitched. Lin Yan slowly rubbed his hands from his knees to his lower back. Finally, he simply put down his chopsticks and buried his face in his palms to rub vigorously. His eyes turned red unconsciously. Who is torturing whom
Meat is best eaten with blood. The lower the lust, the happier. Sex can be dirty, but love can’t. Love is the cleanest thing, and sand cannot be tolerated. The absurd night has passed, and it is obvious that the two can fool the past by forgetting, but the ghost forced him to think of some feelings that have nothing to do with desire with gentleness. The softest corner of his heart was pulled hard, Lin Yan took a big bite of the fried egg , Her throat was choked by an inexplicable soreness.
Maybe what he hates is the self who wandered last night, but what's the difference, Lin Yan thought silently, some things can't go back.
After washing the dishes, he called Professor Folder's secretary to confirm the meeting time. The secretary directly gave him the address of the research institute. After making arrangements, Lin Yan cleaned up the kitchen. A small pile of chopped green onions and ginger were placed on the chopping board. , The knife is clumsy, but it is cut seriously. Lin Yan shoveled them off the chopping board with the knife, but suddenly hesitated when he was about to throw them away. He found a small bowl and put it in the refrigerator.
That guy should have found a place to get angry, Lin Yan sighed, limped and walked out while leaning on the wall, one after another that exhausted him physically and mentally, he knew it was wrong to vent his anger on him, but he couldn't. Go out of your way to comfort a stubborn ghost. The appointed time is almost here, Lin Yan packed the pen and notebook into the sports bag, walked into the living room and suddenly froze, Xiao Yu was packing up the things on the floor with his back to him, carefully picking and choosing, when he heard Lin Yan coming in, he turned around body, holding a few gadgets for girls, hairpins, dolls, cowhide coin purses, and a few photos that can barely be seen.
"These are still usable, so I'll return them to you." Xiao Yu lowered his head carefully, "I can't compensate you for the rest, I don't have the money you need, and you have already taken what I have."
Sunlight shone in through the half-opened curtains, and the ghost stood helplessly in the living room as if blown by the wind, with his head bowed as if he was compromising, lowering his body and waiting for his forgiveness.
Lin Yan couldn't utter a word, and stood there blankly for a long time, then his voice became hoarse when he spoke again: "What are you doing so early in the morning, must it make me feel uncomfortable?" After speaking, he snatched the things from his hand I found a garbage bag and put it in it, and tied the mouth of the bag vigorously, "No more, no more."
Distressed, he dragged Xiao Yu into the bedroom, opened the paper bags piled up in the corner one by one, and hung the clothes he bought at Shenjiayuan last time in the closet one by one, not even the unlucky mortuary clothes. Throw it away, flatten it carefully and hang it on a clothes support. The cabinet is full of things for two people, and it feels like home.
"Satisfied? Come here and let me comb your hair." Lin Yan tugged at Xiao Yu's sleeve: "I made an appointment to go to the research institute today to ask you something, and we're almost late."
All the words in the world can't compare to the warmth of "we". Lin Yan held his desolate long silky hair, and the shadows of the two were reflected in the mirror. Tin, the shell is made of leaf jade, and a screen of peony flowers and birds is complex and beautiful, resplendent and resplendent.
Satisfied, Lin Yan tied up a bun with a bone hairpin, and his bangs fell down on his forehead. The man in the mirror was cut like a knife, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes. He couldn't help pinching his face, and jokingly said: "Master You are so handsome, but I don’t know how many monthly cases will be issued to you as a servant?” After finishing speaking, he muttered again: “I don’t have a bunch of money, and I have to sleep with you at night, what a pity.”
When he was speaking, his hands were placed on Xiao Yu's shoulders, and his cold fingers wrapped around and caressed the back of his hands, carefully walking along the shape of the bones, as if appreciating a treasure made of jade.
"I actually know it all, but I just can't bear you." Xiao Yu moved his lips very lightly.
"What?" Lin Yan didn't hear clearly.
"It's okay." Xiao Yu said lightly.
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The research institute where the professor works is built in a deep house. It took a long time to find it after turning from the main road to the side road. The century-old trees shade the low bungalows, and the guest reception at the back is very grand. On the upper floor, there are round tables and rattan chairs on the open balcony, and occasionally you can see white-haired foreigners sitting and drinking tea.
After saying hello to the gate guard, Lin Yan's car drove into the backyard without hindrance, and stopped in front of a regular gray one-story house. There was no separate door for the office in the style of the 90s, and two steps led to a dark corridor. . A middle-aged man in overalls was standing in the yard, holding a small piece of paper to compare Lin Yan's license plate. When he saw that there was no problem, he showed a simple and honest smile, and walked up to open the door for Lin Yan, very attentive.
"Xiao Lin, welcome to visit, my surname is Chen." The middle-aged man shook hands with Lin Yan enthusiastically, "The professor has made arrangements."
"Brother Chen." Lin Yan called out politely.
"Go for a walk, let the sun shine outside, go in and have a look. I was on a business trip two days ago. Hey, comrade, you know that we are on business every day in our line of work. As soon as we come back, we will start sorting out files. Come in and look for anything you need."
The middle-aged man led Lin Yan into the building. Looking at him closely, he was actually very young. Because he had worked in a place where the ultraviolet rays were too strong, he looked rough and vicissitudes of life. His eyes were honest and his skin was tanned. Showing a mouthful of white teeth. The sentence "Little Comrade" reminded Lin Yan of the old leader with an enamel jar at the front of the reform and opening up. The person in front of him was suddenly abstracted into another look in his mind, with his shirt tucked into his black trousers and his Chinese tunic suit on his body, and he was gesturing towards the door. , a pair of big hands with protruding bones, and his background is quite characteristic of working people.