numb.
Nie Wenyuan's dark eyebrows moved, "Not dead."
Hearing his relieved voice, Huang Dan met the man's gaze, which was the same as usual, as if the bloody violence in the previous moment had nothing to do with people.
This time, Nie Wenyuan didn't wait for the young man to approach. He strode over and looked down at the delicate and tender face in front of him, "Does it hurt?"
Huang Dan said that it wasn't very painful. He smelled the blood on the man's body and frowned tightly.
Nie Wenyuan pinched the young man's face, forced him to raise his head, and showed him the anger in his eyes, "Impulsive, overthinking, stupid, these are not what you have now, tell uncle, why do you do this? "
Huang Dan lowered his eyelids, doing that, on the one hand, it was not pleasing to Chen Fei's eyes, and on the other hand, he wanted to stimulate him and make him lose control.
Only when Chen Fei is out of control can he be controlled, and Huang Dan can also let him follow his own thoughts.
Nie Wenyuan doesn't seem to be worried that the young man will hold grudges against him after witnessing the scene just now. What he is worried about is something else, "Don't be afraid."
Huang Dan glanced at Fade Chen on the ground, and the corners of his eyes jumped. He didn't look much, and pulled the man out of the toilet.
After coming out, the smell of blood on the nose disappeared, and Huang Dan's footsteps slowed down. He leaned against the wall to pant, sweating a lot on his forehead, and the inside of his jersey was wet, sticking to his chest and back.
The cold air got into the collar and slid all the way down his neck. Huang Dan shivered, and a layer of small particles formed on his body. He avoided the man's outstretched hand and slowly squatted to the ground, his eyes a little out of focus.
"You go and change your pants and shoes, I look sick to my stomach."
The blood-stained shoes in front of Huang Dan turned in a different direction, the footsteps gradually blurred, and then became clearer, the man's low voice above his head, "Follow me home."
He looked at the pair of clean leather shoes on the man's feet, looked up, and his pants were clean. He couldn't smell any blood or a drop of blood.
Nie Wenyuan stretched out a hand.
Huang Dan grabbed that hand and was pulled up by a force. His hand was held, his fingers were separated, and five other fingers were squeezed in and buckled together with his Jin.
Nie Wenyuan suddenly said, "We will not only have this life, but also the next life, the next life."
Huang Dan nodded, "Yes."
As soon as he entered the house, Nie Wenyuan pressed Huang Dan against the wall, avoiding the blue and purple corners of his mouth and kissed him. After kissing him out of breath, he took off his coat and lifted up his sweater and autumn clothes. A deep mark was shed on his body, and blood was bled.
Huang Dan was in severe pain. He was out of breath when he cried. He felt pain all over his body. He couldn't remember what happened after that. He only remembered the burning pain in his legs. That is, he was carried by a man on his lap, wrapped in his arms to coax him, and even sang, and vaguely heard the melody of "Ten Years".
At that time, Huang Dan's consciousness was struggling, what he wanted to stop, wanted to say that he didn't like listening to that song, but instead fell asleep.
It was late at night when Huang Dan woke up. He slept for a long time and was very tired because he had a dream, a nightmare.
Finding that his clothes had been changed, Huang Dan didn't care about those injuries anymore. The wind swept the smell of yào water into his nostrils. He sneezed, alarming the man sitting at the table looking through the information.
Nie Wenyuan put all the materials in the drawer. He took off the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, got up and walked to the bed, "Are you hungry?"
Huang Dan said, "A little bit."
Nie Wenyuan left "wait" and walked out of the room.
The thoughts in Huang Dan's mind were not sorted out, so the man came in with the food, he moved his nose, it was the dish he liked to eat.
Nie Wenyuan put the food on the bedside table. He took a pillow and placed it behind the young man's back. He told him like an elder, "Sit up and don't choke in your trachea."
Huang Dan took a few mouthfuls of food, chewing and swallowing slowly.
Nie Wenyuan sat on the edge of the bed and stared at his young man. When he came back in the evening, he didn't make it to the end. It was wiped out from the young man's legs. "I'll show you the legs when you eat."
Huang Dan's leg condition ignited, "No need, it's alright."
Nie Wenyuan said, "Be obedient."
Huang Dan didn't talk about it, his appetite was not very good, but as a habit, he still ate all the food without wasting it.
Nie Wenyuan checked the young man's legs. It was not red or swollen. The lines between his eyebrows disappeared. "Don't sleep after eating. If you don't get up and move around, just sit and read for a while."
Huang Danyu stopped, "How is my mother?"
Nie Wenyuan said, "Go back."