I want to fly across spring, summer, autumn and winter
Flying over thousands of mountains and rivers
Keep the beauty you gave me
I want to be with you every day
Hold you to sleep every night
I want to love you thousands of times in my life
—Anita Mui: I Love You Thousands of Times in My Life
Liao Weixin looked through a fence gate and over the crowd, and saw Bai Jiming who had just walked out of the underground passage.
Liao Weixin walked up and took the luggage from him. But after not seeing each other for a few days, Bai Jiming had lost weight and looked tired. Liao Weixin couldn't help but reached out and touched his lover's hair, and asked softly, "What's wrong? Can't you sleep on the berth?"
"Ah?" Bai Jiming was stunned for a moment, obviously a little surprised, "Bunk?"
Liao Weixin raised his eyebrows: "Don't tell me you bought a hard seat ticket!"
"Oh." Bai Jiming shrugged nonchalantly, "It doesn't matter where I sit. It's not too tiring anyway."
Liao Weixin looked at the darkening of his eyes and the red bloodshot in them, and sighed helplessly. It was past nine in the morning, and Bai Jiming had boarded the train at around nine last night, which meant that he had been on the train for twelve hours. It was a pity that he could still say it, everything was the same.
Liao Wei was so depressed that he pulled Bai Jiming into the car that was waiting at the side. Bai Jiming was very excited, but when he saw the driver in front of him, he didn't say much, and looked at the strange city outside through the brown car window.
"Why not buy a sleeper berth?" Liao Weixin was still upset about this matter.
"Are there sleeper berths? The ticket seller didn't tell me."
"Why don't you ask?" Liao Weixin felt the urge to yell again, staring at Bai Jiming, "I really wonder how you are still alive today, why are you so worrying to me."
Bai Jiming turned back and said nothing, only looked at Liao Weixin, and suddenly laughed. Liao Weixin was a little embarrassed by his laughter, and frowned: "What are you laughing at?"
"It's okay." Bai Jiming bit his lower lip with his white teeth, still smiling, "It's okay." Then he stopped talking and turned his head to look outside the car. Liao Weixin was about to speak, but he felt his left hand warm, and it was quietly held by Bai Jiming's right hand.
Somehow, Liao Weixin's anxiety of the past few days disappeared without a trace. He held his hand with his backhand, leaned forward, got close to Bai Jiming, and introduced him to the scenic spots in Tangshan.
Both the speaker and the listener were somewhat absent-minded. They only felt that there was a secret, hidden emotion that seemed to be slowly brewing, softening their hearts bit by bit.
Liao Weixin took Bai Jiming to an apartment. Bai Jiming asked, "Didn't you say you live in a villa?" Liao Weixin rolled his eyes and said, "Can you just go and meet my parents like this? Aren't you tired?"
Bai Jiming breathed a sigh of relief, obviously a little relieved, but he was also worried: "Would it be rude if I came and didn't see them?"
"Don't worry." Liao Weixin smiled and put his arm around his shoulders, pulling him upstairs, "I didn't tell them you were coming today." Bai Jiming finally relaxed and followed Liao Weixin into the house.
Liao Weixin put his luggage on the ground and Bai Jiming closed the door. The two stood in the living room, staring at each other. Liao Weixin sighed and slowly opened his arms. Bai Jiming walked forward and threw himself into his arms.