Believe... believe what
I believed everything you said before, but what happened? What has come is repeated reneging of promises and deception.
Returning to his previous life without warning, Yi Hui curled up his legs, leaned back, and did not respond as if he had not heard it.
Zhou Jinheng looked at the move he was trying to avoid, and looked away a little dejectedly. After only a moment, he turned back to Yi Hui. This time, he found something that he hadn't noticed before.
"Is your leg hurt?" Zhou Jinheng leaned forward and touched Yi Hui's knee, which was exposed outside the blanket. Dark red seeped from the fabric of his trousers, "It's bleeding, why didn't you tell me?"
Yi Hui really didn't notice that when he was changing clothes just now, he just wanted to hurry up, and he didn't have time to look down at the painful spot, only now did he realize that his skin was broken.
"It's alright." Yi Hui's voice was indifferent, he bent his legs to avoid Zhou Jinheng's outstretched hand, and leaned to the side again.
Based on his understanding of Zhou Jinheng, if he was repeatedly rejected like this, he would definitely not post it again.
Who would have thought that this guy would continue to lean forward, his posture changed from sitting to half-squatting, he lifted Yi Hui's trousers with both hands, and while he rolled up, he asked, "Have you brought any medicine?"
I really took it. When going out, Jiang Xuemei stuffed a bottle of Yunnan Baiyao powder into her bag. Zhou Jinheng picked it up and read the instructions on the flashlight of the mobile phone, then unscrewed the cap and sprinkled it on Yi Hui's wound.
He was quick-tempered and moved quickly, and before Yi Hui could react, he carried the medicine on his trouser legs.
The wound hurt from the medicine acne, Yi Hui gasped in pain, and his body trembled, Zhou Jinheng asked nervously, "Does it hurt?"
Before Yi Hui could answer, he lowered his head to blow on the wound, and the warm breath sprayed on his bare skin, causing Yi Hui to shiver again.
"It still hurts?" Zhou Jinheng wasn't good at doing this kind of thing. As soon as he noticed Yi Hui's reaction, he panicked, "This medicine just hurts a little bit."
Yi Hui remained silent.
The distance was too close, and he was afraid that he would be exposed as soon as he spoke, and even regretted calling this man in to hide from the rain.
He didn't get a response, Zhou Jinheng was not angry, he took out a handkerchief from Yi Hui's bag, folded it into a long strip, pressed the center position on Yi Hui's wound, and wrapped the two ends around his knees, tying a knot while saying: "If you don't bandage it, you will get infected, and if it still hurts, you... pinch me."
After listening to the second half of the sentence, Yi Hui raised his eyes strangely, and saw Zhou Jinheng's concentrated expression, his clear eyes fell on him, and his spirit was reduced a little, which reminded him of a similar scene he had experienced.
They had just lived together at that time. Zhou Jinheng was at home after filming a play. Yi Hui, as an elder in the family, took on the responsibility of arranging meals and daily life, and bought a lot of vegetables to prepare a nutritious meal. .
Unexpectedly, just after washing the vegetables and putting them on the chopping board and starting to cut, the electricity suddenly went off at home.
Yi Hui shuddered, the blade scraped through his fingertips, and the fear that he almost cut the skin made him scream. Zhou Jinheng, who was resting upstairs, heard the sound and rushed over: "What's wrong?"
Yi Hui shook his head without saying a word. He approached and grabbed Yi Hui's wrist and looked at it: "Have you cut it? Hiss... Just a little bit, you're screaming so loudly?"
Yi Hui felt ashamed and wanted to pull his hand back, but was led by Zhou Jinheng to the living room outside and sat down on the sofa, pressing his shoulders.
Zhou Jinheng walked back and forth a few times with a flashlight. He didn't know where to find a Band-Aid, squatted in front of him, held his hand and put it on him.
Due to the poor lighting and rough sticking, Zhou Jinheng's hand was so strong that Yi Hui's wrist hurt when he pinched it, but he didn't dare to say it, for fear that Zhou Jinheng would ignore him in the future. No one likes a squeamish bag that surprises you all day.
After posting, Zhou Jinheng blew on the thin white finger, and when he looked up, he saw a tear fall from Yi Hui's wide-open eyes.
It was not the first time that Zhou Jinheng saw him cry, so he said helplessly, "Why do you still cry, does it hurt so much?"
Yi Hui shook his head vigorously, covered his eyes with his other hand and said, "I miss my mother."
"I don't have a mother, do you see me crying?"
These words sounded mindless, but they comforted Yi Hui inexplicably at the time. He slowly put down his hand and sniffled: "Then, don't you miss her?"
Zhou Jinheng admitted frankly, "I think so."
"Then you... why don't you cry?"
"What's the use of crying, if you cry here, will she come back?"
Being poked into the heart by these words, Yi Hui's mouth was flat, and the tears he had just taken back were about to come out again.
"Tsk." Zhou Jinheng frowned, "Still crying?"
His expression was impatient, but his movements were much gentler.
Gently squeezed Yi Hui's hand in the palm of his hand, Zhou Jinheng looked up at him, and the corners of his lips raised a soft arc: "What if my mother is gone, doesn't this have a husband?"
I thought that there was a bit of teasing in that sentence, but the clear eyes of the young man with a smile under the weak light were already deeply imprinted in Yi Hui's mind.
He took everything Zhou Jinheng said seriously, including this joke. From that moment until a long time later, he not only regarded Zhou Jinheng as his husband, but also regarded him as the closest person in the world to him.
He also naively wanted to be with him forever.
When he pulled away from his memory, Yi Hui was still a little stunned, but his eyes gradually became colder.
Zhou Jinheng seemed to be aware of it, opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, he helped him tie the handkerchief and returned to the place.
Yi Hui is not someone who is ungrateful. He took out the water and biscuits in his schoolbag, gave half of it to Zhou Jinheng, and asked him to turn off the light of his mobile phone and take it back, so as not to run out of electricity later.
Zhou Jinheng said no at first, but seeing Yi Hui's insistence, he didn't shirk any more. He took it and only drank water, and put the biscuits aside without moving.
The rain is getting stronger outside, and I don't know when it will fall. After the evening, the sky gets darker and the visibility in the mountains is getting lower and lower. Through the transparent windows of the tent, only the shadows of the swirling trees can be seen.
He had been climbing the mountain almost all day, and then he was scared to death because of the weather changes. Now that he finally relaxed, Yi Hui planned to take a rest, recharge his batteries, and turn his head and rush down the mountain in one breath.
The schoolbag was used as a pillow, the blanket was opened and covered, and when he lay down on his side, his back was facing Zhou Jinheng. Inside the tent is quite spacious, one person and one side have nothing to do with each other.
Just as I was about to close my eyes, I heard the phone ring. Yi Hui pulled the blanket to the tip of his ear, curled his hand under the blanket and clicked on Weibo. He was surprised to find that the signal was better now, and the homepage could be refreshed easily.
Click on the notification interface and see the message from Dora Hem: Are you home yet
Yi Hui huddled in the blanket and typed and replied: No, the weather is bad, and I was trapped in the mountains [crying]
Doraemon: Are you okay
Yi Hui: It's alright, I can go down the mountain when the rain stops.
Doraemon: Someone with you
Seeing this line of words, Yi Hui thought of another person in the tent, and somehow felt like a light on his back: Hmmm
Doraemon wants to ask: Who
Yi Hui said vaguely: a friend of a friend
Doraemon: Is it reliable
Although he felt that the trend of the topic was weird, Yi Hui still replied: It's okay, I can't set up a tent, he helped me set it up
Doraemon: Do you think I am reliable
Yi Hui was even more confused, but since the other party asked, he thought about it seriously, remembered that the other party had helped him a lot before, and replied: Reliable, hum is the most reliable [very happy]
The two chatted casually for a while, and Yi Hui put down the phone and continued to rest.
Maybe I was too tired during the day and actually fell asleep. However, he slept very lightly, and a slight movement could wake him up, such as Zhou Jinheng's voice when he answered the phone.
"Hey... Well, I found it... It didn't take long to climb back from the bottom of the mountain... Let's go first, I'm sorry I can't send you... What's real or fake... I'm serious, I'm not joking."
Zhou Jinheng's voice was very low, in a daze, Yi Hui didn't understand the theme of the call, and only extracted the message "He originally went down the mountain and then came back to find me", thinking that he would wake up and thank you again The more unfamiliar he is, the more polite he has to be.
When he woke up again, he noticed that someone was approaching. The small rustling movement merged with the sound of the rain outside. It was much lighter than the sound of speech, but Yi Hui was still sensitive to catch it.
He didn't dare to move or open his eyes, for fear that his stress response would reveal something.
Fortunately, the person who approached didn't want to disturb him, so he first helped him to pull the blanket to the end, covering the exposed toes, and then his hand hovered carefully on the edge of the blanket, and at a suitable time, gently held it. A hand hangs by his side.
As his forearm was raised a little bit, Yi Hui's heartbeat gradually accelerated. If it wasn't for the darkness in the tent, someone would have noticed that his closed eyelids were trembling, and his eyelashes were also trembling.
So close, so close that I can clearly feel another pounding heartbeat that doesn't belong to me.
In the dark, the senses are infinitely magnified. When the two soft pieces fell on his hand, Yi Hui immediately knew that it was the lips.
Zhou Jinheng was kissing his hand, moving from the back of his hand to the base of his fingers, and then slowly to the tiger's mouth, with a hot and gentle breath.
That's where he held the pen when he was drawing. In his previous life, this piece of skin had been scalded. After the redness and blisters subsided, it was no longer smooth, and it became wrinkled. The pigmentation made the hands more difficult to see. Although he was stupid at that time, he also knew how to distinguish between beauty and ugliness. He usually wore gloves or hid it in his sleeves.
And now, the initiator is kissing the spot of the scar, just as he had imagined countless times, quiet, gentle, and without the slightest disgust.
Yi Hui suddenly remembered that Zhou Jinheng didn't give him a chance to refuse at that time, and he couldn't stop him from letting go of his hand holding the cup at all.
The reason why I endured the pain and didn't let go was because I didn't want him to be angry, and I was willing to be a prop for him to vent his anger; the reason why I blocked the wound from being seen by others was not so much because I was afraid that I would see it sad, but more because I was afraid of being seen by him. , for fear of being disliked by him.
It's because I love him so much.
"I'm sorry." The warm lips pressed against the skin of the back of the hand, Zhou Jinheng whispered through the sound of rain and reached his ears, as if from a distant light-year, after countless years of baptism, "I'm sorry... trust me again. ,OK?"
The author has something to say: As for why Xiao Zhou firmly believes that Jiang Yihui is Yi Hui, in fact, Xiao Zhou is not sure about the so-called reincarnation. He is very sad and desperate. Seeing Jiang Yihui's actions and actions are the same as Yi Hui, plus a series of encounters with him. In response, because he didn't accept Yi Hui's death, he ignored the cause and effect and directly convinced himself that it was Yi Hui. Everything was just his wishful thinking. As for whether there will be doubts in the future, that is a matter of the future. This question has been written in many places in the text, and it has been answered many times in the comments. I will answer it here again. I say too many spoilers. It is human intuition, and those who cannot accept this logic should look carefully.