Bai Yang looked stupid, but his heart was more transparent than anyone else. Wen Chuo was like a child who didn't grow up in front of him. He couldn't hide any grievances. , The two of them rolled on the ground without knowing it, and their bodies were rubbing against each other, and they could not be separated.
Wen Chuo slowly pulled away from his lips and teeth, but Bai Yang was still a little sluggish, with a thin red at the end of his eyes, and his eyes were a little more watery.
"Aspen..."
Wen Chuo's eyes softened, and finally he picked him up from the ground and embraced him in his arms, but he didn't know what to find. He looked down at his hand, and there was a subtle pause for a moment, but Bai Yang didn't notice it, and still leaned in absentmindedly. Wen Chuo's shoulders, and the side of the fair face had a few mud marks, and the gray puff was very conspicuous.
Someone is a little guilty for a moment.
Wen Chuo went into the bathroom and washed his hands, then wringed out the towel, and wiped it on Bai Yang's face twice. His movements were still a little rusty. Seeing that his face was clean, he stopped and didn't dare to hug him again.
Bai Yang seemed to understand what he was doing, so he looked down at his white t-shirt, which was already dirty. He patted it hard twice, but found that it was not clean, so he got up from the ground, frowning too much. He happily went into the bedroom to change clothes.
Wen Chuo: "… "
He was standing at the door, embarrassed to go over to look, although it might not be anything to see, he just took out the medicinal wine and cotton swabs from the drawer, and put them on the table gently.
"Poplar, remember to wipe the wound after changing clothes. I went home to take a shower."
There was no movement in the room, Wen Chuo scratched his hair, and then quietly closed the door.
He did not go home, but went to the construction site again, apologized to the foreman for the absence from work at noon today, and then continued to move bricks and walls. A small half month might earn five or six thousand.
Wen Chuo didn't know how many bottles Bai Yang got to buy the computer, and now he just wanted to make enough money quickly, and then return it to him quickly, his impetuous heart was finally pulled by an invisible force, and most of it settled down.
Work is very tiring, and it is a tiredness that has never been experienced before, but it is better to be tired and keep it in his heart forever. It can also make him remember how hard Bai Yang is earning money.
Wen Chuo didn't go back in the middle of the night like before. When it was almost time, he walked around the gate of the disco and video game city twice, making Bai Yang think that he was wandering around with his friends, lest he come to the construction site to find him.
When he was free at noon, he would eat a steamed bun and learn video editing on his mobile phone while eating. He planned to wait for the skills to become better. Later, he would register an account on the platform and become a game anchor. Money, in the end, there are many skills that do not overwhelm you, and you have your own charter in your heart.
In the blink of an eye, half a month passed, and the project finally came to an end. Wen Chuo was moving bricks a few days ago, and followed the master to build walls. The salary was 2,000 more than that of ordinary apprentices. One after another was soaked in blood and sweat.
With the passage of time, the climate has quietly cooled down, and the cicadas in midsummer can no longer be heard. The chef of the restaurant has returned, and Liu Mengmeng is in charge of the checkout at the counter. Noon is the peak meal time, and in the afternoon Just a rare moment of rest.
Occasionally, the sound of the wind moving the forest tops can be heard outside, and the leaves are rustling with a pleasant coolness.
Liu Mengmeng was dozing off on the counter when the glass door was suddenly pushed open, and a young man walked in. He had neat and handsome features, a slender figure, and a pair of rimless glasses on the bridge of his nose. He was very peaceful. With those sharp eyes, and the peach blossom eyes behind the lenses with a smile, he looked like an excellent senior who could fascinate junior girls in college.
He stroked his neatly trimmed black hair, his arms were thin, with a faint hint of strength, and then asked Liu Mengmeng, "Where's Bai Yang?"
Liu Mengmeng hadn't looked away from the handsome guy's face, when she heard the words, she took a breath, her face flushed from coughing, and while hammering her chest, she asked incredulously, "You... are you Wen Chuo? Cough, cough... Did you dye your hair black?"
Before yesterday, Wen Chuo still had red and yellow, yellow and black mottled hair. If he didn't take care of it for a long time, he could tie it into a small tangle. He looked like a performance art homeless man on the roadside. Today, he suddenly lost his hair. Dyeing black and cutting a neat hairstyle, Liu Mengmeng almost didn't recognize it.
Liu Mengmeng: "Oh, you finally dyed your hair back and wore a pair of glasses. I almost didn't recognize it, but it's pretty handsome..."
The latter sentence was a little quiet, and Wen Chuo didn't hear it: "I stayed up late to play games, my eyes are short-sighted, where's Bai Yang?"
Liu Mengmeng pointed to the back kitchen: "The dishes are washed inside, what's wrong?"
Wen Chuo said, "Nothing. I was just upstairs when I saw the sheets drying on the roof of your house being blown to the ground."
"Oh, why was it blown down again!" Liu Mengmeng hurriedly locked the cashier and hurried upstairs with the clothes drying rod. Seeing this, she lifted the plastic curtain of the kitchen and walked in.
"poplar-"
He thought that there was only Bai Yang in it, but he didn't realize that there was a fat master chopping vegetables beside the chopping board. When he got to his mouth, he swallowed it. It was really uncomfortable.
Bai Yang was sitting on a small bench washing dishes when he heard the voice and raised his head subconsciously, but saw that the person who came was a black-haired young man with a pair of gentle glasses on the bridge of his nose, with a long-lasting appearance in his memory. The dish in his hand fell into the basin with a clatter.
The fat master glanced at it, then withdrew his gaze, and continued to study his new dish: "Young man, don't mess around in the kitchen."
Wen Chuo: "Master, I'll just stand at the door and say a few words, and I won't go in."
He walked to the water basin, squatted down in front of Bai Yang, his lips curled slightly, and his smile dipped into the corners of his eyes and brows. He was a little darker and thinner than before, but he finally had the vigor and spirit of a young man.
Bai Yang watched for a few seconds, his eyelids trembled slightly, and then he lowered his head to pick up the vegetables in the basin again, who would have thought that his wrist would be held.
Wen Chuo touched his elbow back and forth to make sure that the wound from the previous time had scabbed and fell off, and then he held Bai Yang's cool, tired and injured hand again, and pointed to his hair: "Bei Yang, I dyed my hair back."
Wen Chuo said, "I'm back."
His eyes were deep, because the smile was slightly narrowed, and it was a little more simple. Bai Yang looked up, his fingertips moved slightly, as if he wanted to touch his hair, but when he saw the water stains on his hands, shrink back.
There were light footsteps upstairs, Liu Mengmeng walked down gloomily holding the dirty sheets, and seemed to plan to wash again, Wen Chuo felt for a moment that she had opened her mouth and lied to her casually. Think it really fell to the ground.
He let go of Bai Yang and walked out. Seeing Liu Mengmeng was about to go into the storage room next to him to get washing powder, he knocked on the door panel with his fingers: "Hey, Bai Yang, can you take a half-day leave?"
Liu Mengmeng turned back angrily: "What is he doing on leave, is he in a hurry?"
Wen Chuo nodded, holding the door frame and said, "Well, it's urgent."
Liu Mengmeng was just about to say what urgent matter could an orphan in Bai Yang have, but she didn't have time to study it carefully. She thought that Uncle Feng would come back from shopping for vegetables in the afternoon, and there should be enough manpower. In addition, she had subtle thoughts on Wen Chuo's idea, and waved her hand to respond. "Please, please, please, whatever you want."
Wen Chuo then turned around, walked into the back kitchen, and pulled Bai Yang off the bench: "Come on, I have something to tell you, Liu Mengmeng will help you take a good leave."
He worked on the construction site for more than half a month, and his strength was much stronger. He dragged Bai Yang all the way to his house, kicked off the debris by his feet, then locked the door and took out a thick stack of money from the bedroom.
Wen Chuo counted it, kept two thousand for himself, and then stuffed the rest to Bai Yang: "Take it, buy whatever you want, and spend it as you want."
Bai Yang didn't want it, he took a small step back, turned around and left, Wen Chuo was slightly surprised when he saw this, and reached out his hand to pull him back: "Why don't you, I earned it myself."
"No..." Bai Yang hid back in a panic, the stack of money in his eyes was like a poisonous snake and a beast.
"do not want… "
"I do not want… "
Wen Chuo suddenly remembered that in his previous life, when he left Linxian, he once gave Bai Yang a sum of money. Bai Yang was like that at the time. He threw the money away in a panic and stubbornly, and dragged himself to repeat: "No money... No go... you don't go..."
Wen Chuo's eyes suddenly turned red, and the guilt and remorse of the previous life flooded into his heart. He had no time to care about the banknotes scattered on the ground, stretched out his hand and pulled Bai Yang into his arms, ignoring his struggle, hugged him tightly: "Ben Yang, Bai Yang, listen to me. I say!"
Bai Yang closed his eyes, shook his head, squatted on the ground with his ears covered, Wen Chuo followed him on his knees, forcibly pulled his hand down, grabbed the money on the ground and handed it to him, and asked earnestly, "Bai Yang, do you understand me? Do you mean? I'll give you money, do you understand what I mean?"
"Bei Yang, I will support you, and I will support you for the rest of my life."
Wen Chuo let go of the money, held Bai Yang's face, and forced him to look directly at him: "From now on, mine will be yours, do you understand what I mean Bai Yang? We will never be separated, and we will live together forever."
After he finished speaking, his heart seemed to have unloaded a huge rock, as if this sentence had been hidden in his heart for a long time, it should have been said long ago, and it should have been said in a previous life.
Bai Yang was stunned, not knowing what to think, with a pair of dark eyes, too dark to penetrate the slightest light, just like the night sky on a rainy day, mixed with lightning and thunder, and desolate and suffocating.
Wen Chuo picked up the money on the ground in two or three times and piled it up. After seeing this, he was silent for a moment, then reached out and gently brushed the broken hair from his forehead.
"Bei Yang, let's live together."
Wen Chuo took off his glasses and put them aside, revealing his clear facial features, then lowered his head and kissed his eyelids like a dragonfly. The warm touch reached the bottom of his heart, Bai Yang returned to his senses, and his eyes finally had focus.
Wen Chuo repeated again: "If you want, we will live together."
"Like a couple..."
Wen Chuo didn't explain what husband and wife meant. He knew that Bai Yang understood, and Bai Yang understood everything, but the silence for many years made everyone think he was a fool.
Bai Yang was taught by him, no one knows better than Wen Chuo.
At dusk, the sun sank, and a golden light poured into the room. Wen Chuo half-knelt on the ground, then slowly stretched out his hand and said to Bai Yang, "Come here..."
His back was straight, and his shadow drew a long line on the floor of the living room, making people suddenly realize that Wen Chuo had also grown up, and his shoulders were not broad enough to take on the hard work that he had never touched in his previous life.
Bai Yang looked at him for a long time, and finally moved, lowered his head and leaned into his arms, quietly curled up into a ball.
Wen Chuo pressed against the top of his hair and slowly tightened his arms, only feeling a little wet feeling on his shoulders, closed his eyes, and patted Bai Yang's back: "Don't cry..."
"Never leave you alone again."