I don’t know what’s going on. The person on the other end of the video is obviously Chao Jian’s attending physician, but Chen Yang feels hesitant and uneasy as if he is meeting a parent.
The parents seemed to be unfriendly, thinking that he had kidnapped their child... ??? They had been resentful of him for a long time and were very dissatisfied with him, with a negative impression of him. They wanted to write him a check at any time and ask him to get out.
I just can't do anything, and I'm very angry.
Chen Yang was stimulated by the information he had imagined in his mind. His face turned red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple due to embarrassment. He wanted to scratch his forehead but couldn't raise his hand. Then he realized that Chao Jian had been holding his hand, with their fingers intertwined.
"Do you know each other?" Chao Jian asked.
Chen Yang nodded, and the man in the video seemed to curl the corners of his lips, like a vampire duke from the last century, mysterious, noble and dangerous.
"Hang up." Chao Jian turned off the video and threw the phone on the bed, his hand still holding Chen Yang.
The room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Chen Yang looked around for a moment and suddenly asked, "Does your attending doctor understand Chinese?"
Chao Jian looked at his nails which were still not smooth.
Chen Yang got the answer and his brows twitched slightly. It turned out that the German part was not wanted to be known by him.
"My flight is the day after tomorrow morning."
A voice rang in his ears, and Chen Yang's mind went blank. He raised his head slowly: "What did you say?"
"The earlier you go, the earlier you can come back." Chao Jiandan was swiping the screen of his mobile phone. He seemed to be busy with something. He was too busy to look at Chen Yang.
However, he didn't notice any of the words on the screen.
Chen Yang's empty mind began to snowflakes and became a mess. Chao Jian's condition was very serious and he should indeed receive treatment as soon as possible, the sooner the better. This was what he had always hoped for.
But…
Chen Yang lowered his eyes and looked at his clasped hands. The person who had lit a fire in his heart was leaving before he could deal with it properly. What would he do? Burn to death
"Okay." Chen Yang heard his own voice saying, "As long as you've made your decision, I wish you a safe trip..." He changed his words when he thought about taking a plane, "A safe trip."
He used to find it funny to hear that one couldn’t wish a good trip on an airplane, but now he has become the funny person.
Chen Yang's hands were clenched so hard that they hurt. He heard Chao Jian's neurotic laughter: "I haven't left yet, and you've even said goodbye. Are you so eager for me to leave?"
"… I just said it casually." Chen Yang moved his clenched hand, "Can you let go?"
Chao Jian: “No.”
Chen Yang choked. What was going on between him and Chao Jian now
The result of boiling a frog in warm water is that the frog is already cooked by the time it comes to its senses.
If we classify the emotional level based on physical contact, they live together, share a bed, occasionally have limbs entangled in the bed, and kiss indirectly, and depend on each other for life and death...
Chen Yang seemed to have just woken up from a dream. He felt both clear-headed and dazed. He found that he could not find a suitable area to define his and Chao Jian's current situation.
Chen·Qingwa·Yang sat there blankly. Was he too slow, or was Chao Jian too smart? It was as if he had figured out his temperament and strengths and weaknesses. Could he have even figured out his hesitation and struggle, which were only meant to be concealed
"You..." Chen Yang's fingertips were stroked, and he immediately forgot what he was saying and asked an irrelevant question, "Are your family members all in Germany?"
Chao Jian lowered his eyes: "Dead."
Chen Yang's face was filled with surprise and helplessness that could not be concealed: "All..."
Chao Jian paused: "Yeah."
Chen Yang didn't notice Chao Jian's pause of one or two seconds. He was just thinking sadly that his family members were also gone.
—They met as one person and became two.
The incense in the incense burner had burned out. Chao Jian stood up to replace it, but his other hand was still holding Chen Yang's fingers.
Chen Yang had no choice but to follow Chao Jian closely. Wherever Chao Jian went, he would go too.
"What do you like about me?" "When did you start liking me?" "What are your plans for the future?" "Can you share your secret with me?" "Why do you hate me?" "Why are you so miserable" and all these questions condensed into a point of light, embedded in the clasped hands, heating up with every friction between the fingers.
The answer was not important, the facts were already before him. Just like Chen Yang did not dwell on why he could not resist Chao Jian in his soul, and just like he still did not understand where his blind trust in Chao Jian came from when he was on the boat to Xiaoyin Island.
After all, his life is full of doubts, so numerous that it would be better to keep his feelings simple.
What Chen Yang cares about is that my partner likes me. He has a pure heart, but also a morbid psychology that cannot be controlled by drugs.
But he never said he liked me.
Chen Yang looked at Chao Jian's profile and thought, I'm the older brother, so why not just let me do it...
The person lighting the incense suddenly said, "I want to kiss you."
Chen Yang’s eyes widened.
"I want to kiss you." Chao Jian put the lighter on the cabinet, stood up and faced Chen Yang, repeating word by word.
Chen Yang looked at Chao Jian's pale lips, his Adam's apple rolled: "Then... come on."
It was quiet all around.
Chao Jian seemed to be dumbfounded, staring blankly at Chen Yang with his head down.
Chen Yang was confused by Chao Jian's reaction. Why shouldn't he agree so straightforwardly? Should he be hesitant and half-hearted? He wanted to, but he wasn't that kind of person.
Now that he has taken that step, he will stride forward and there is no way he will stop and dither.
After waiting for a long time, Chen Yang became a little impatient: "Don't want to kiss again?" If Chao Jian still stood there stupidly, he would go up himself. If he kept waiting like this, his nervousness would inevitably rise up.
Chen Yang asked again, giving Chao Jian a final ultimatum: "Do you still want to kiss me?"
Chao Jian: “I want to.”
The last sound of this word fell lightly on Chen Yang's lips.
Before Chen Yang could recover from the feeling of "first kiss ended in death", Chao Jian touched his neck and heartbeat.
"Calm down." Chao Jian tightened his cheeks and clenched his teeth.
"I'm very calm," Chen Yang looked at Chao Jian's nervousness and confusion, and he even forgot the soft touch of his lips.
Chao Jian pulled him to the bathroom: "Wash your face."
Chen Yang did as he was told subconsciously. The cold water soaked away the passion on his face, and the restlessness in his body slowly subsided. He couldn't help but speculate wildly, could it be that there was a chip installed in his brain that prevented his adrenaline from soaring too high, and that his heart rate was also limited, otherwise it would short-circuit and burn out
So Chao Jian adopted the "quantitative change leads to qualitative change" mode towards him, causing them to skip the passionate stage and directly enter the life of an old married couple as dull as water
The corner of Chen Yang's mouth twitched. This fantastic idea was similar to his past and present life.
Every time he was frightened by a ghost while on a mission, or found clues to escape from danger, his heart would beat faster, but he never seemed to care so much about it.
Chen Yang stopped washing his face, so why did Chao Jian check his body temperature and heartbeat first after kissing him, and bring him here to wash his face and cool down? Shouldn't he be more affectionate under normal circumstances
"What will happen if I don't stay calm?" Chen Yang turned off the faucet and turned to look at Chao Jian with an inquiring look.
"It's okay." Chao Jian wiped the tears from his eyes.
Chen Yang blinked: "Then why are you so..."
"I don't want you to get too excited." Chao Jian held his hand, "You can't get too excited."
“I’ve been excited so many times…”
"Not in this matter," Chao Jian interrupted Chen Yang and said two words expressionlessly after a while, "Threshold."
Chen Yang took a deep breath. Even though Chao Jian had no expression on his face and his tone was flat, he could still hear the gnashing of hatred and loathing in his voice.
Chen Yang knew the word threshold, but it was the first time he heard Chao Jian say it. He seemed to have touched some barrier, and a new world would appear when it was uncovered.
Chao Jian squeezed Chen Yang's knuckles: "Wait a little longer."
Chen Yang endured the pain and asked, "What are you waiting for?"
"Wait until I come back." Chao Jian closed his eyes and said hoarsely, "Wait until I come back. The time has come and you are ready to listen. I will tell you everything."
What do you mean I am suitable to listen? I am not suitable now? In Chen Yang's sight, Chao Jian was trembling all over, his eyes were bloodshot, and his brows were filled with forbearance and restraint. As he watched, his heart skipped a beat, and a bold guess popped up in his mind.
"Am I..."
Forgot you? Chen Yang suddenly woke up in a cold sweat. He swallowed the four words in panic, not daring to say them out loud.
If he really forgot a memory, he would not know how to face himself who had forgotten Chao Jian. It would be too pitiful and too hateful.
I hope he is overthinking it and that fate won’t treat him like this.
Chao Jian looked at him: "What is it?"
"Nothing." Chen Yang avoided his gaze, "Let's go to bed."
Chao Jian's expression changed instantly: "No!" He rummaged through Chen Yang's backpack to find the milk slices, peeled a handful in one breath and stuffed them into his mouth, chewing them into pieces. "Not yet, take your time, don't rush."
"Wait a little longer, we need to wait a little longer." Chao Jiandan covered his face with his hands and took a deep breath, his throat moving constantly.
Chen Yang: “…”
He couldn't help but blush and scolded: "What are you thinking about? When I say sleep, I mean sleep!"
Blinking slowly toward Jane: "Oh."
Chao Jian gave a time, and Chen Yang began to look forward to it, even though the date for Chao Jian's return had not been set.
Two single beds were put together, Chao Jian fell into a deep sleep, Chen Yang had one hand clasped in his arms, and the other hand holding a cigarette was placed on the side of the bed.
The smoke is burning, and the incense is also burning. The two smells are intimately intertwined, as if celebrating that this long-lasting relationship has entered another stage.
Chen Yang stared at the harmless boy who was sleeping. To be honest, he only secreted a large amount of dopamine when he was kissed, and he was fine at other times.
This is all thanks to the young man's long-term planning, and his careful steps based on the central idea of "moistening things silently".
Chen Yang licked his lips. Chao Jian was afraid that his threshold was too high. He was usually worried about this and that, so it seemed reasonable for him to remind him again and again to just go with the flow.
Forget it, let’s not waste the effort. Chao Jian told him that he would tell him, and then he could experience the feeling of having the teacher throw the answer at him.
The cell phone on the cabinet vibrated. Chen Yang held the cigarette between his lips, reached for the phone and looked at the caller ID. It was an unfamiliar number.
Chen Yang answered: "Who is this?"
A familiar and elegant voice came from the other end of the phone: "It's me."
Chen Yang paused, his teeth sinking deeply into the cigarette butt. He asked excitedly, "Doctor Sun, you're back?"
Sun Wenjun smiled: "Yes, I'm back."
Chen Yang sat up and lowered his voice to test: "Didn't you say you would be back in a month on business? Why did you take so long? Did things go wrong?"
"Things are more complicated than I thought." Sun Wenjun's voice was echoed in the corridor.
"Did it work?" Chen Yang thought it should have, but he heard him say, "No."
Chen Yang didn't react: "Ah?"
"It didn't work. It failed." Sun Wenjun said with a smile, "Xiao Yangyang, your brother Xiao Wen failed."
Chen Yang felt an inexplicable heaviness when listening to Sun Wenjun's laughter, and even his breathing became irregular. He unconsciously comforted him, "Then we'll have a chance next time..."
"There won't be a next time," Sun Wenjun said, then paused for a moment and said, "It doesn't matter." He smiled, "Take one step at a time and see what happens. Maybe we'll find a way out as we go along."
Behind this open-minded statement was despair and powerlessness. Sun Wenjun had reached a dead end.
Chen Yang's breathing became even more difficult. He took a deep breath of cigarette and let the smell of nicotine rush into his lungs. With his friendship with Sun Wenjun, it was really a long way from being close friends. Now his worry and depression were both out of place.
"Then when will you come over to get your potted plant?" Chen Yang changed the subject.
"The day after tomorrow." Sun Wenjun answered him without thinking.
Chen Yang frowned and blew out a cloud of white mist. How could it be the day after tomorrow...
"A friend of mine is in Zone C of the rehabilitation center." Chen Yang said, "He was admitted yesterday morning and hasn't woken up yet."
Sun Wenjun asked what the patient's name was, which ward he was in, and what the cause of the illness was.
Chen Yang answered them one by one: "You want to go over?"
"I'll come over later." Sun Wenjun was opening the door, the sound of his leather shoes stepping on the ground was steady and casual.
Chen Yang said intentionally or unintentionally: "I was also unconscious at the time. When I saw her like that, I remembered myself at that time. She wouldn't have to lie in bed for more than two years before waking up, would she?"
Sun Wenjun: "Does your friend have any external injuries?"
"Yes, in the head." Chen Yang said, "But it's not fatal."
"So, your situation is different. At that time, you..." Sun Wenjun fell into reminiscence, "You were seriously injured."
Chen Yang had no recollection of this at all. He dug out that piece of memory like a rotten tumor. Now the place was empty. It was clean, but there was no grass growing. It was a void.
This is called trauma complication, indirect amnesia caused by the body's defense function.
"Xiao Yangyang, how are you doing now?" Sun Wenjun suddenly asked, his tone like an old friend greeting.
Chen Yang's hand was held against the boy's chest, as if he could touch the other's heart if he moved slightly.
"Very good." said Chen Yang.
"That's good." Sun Wenjun smiled, "That's good."
There was silence on the phone.
After only chatting for a short while, Chen Yang clearly felt the change in Sun Wenjun, not in appearance, but in his state of mind.
After not having any contact for a few months, Sun Wenjun, who was handsome, gentle and in his prime, seemed to have become haggard and old.
Chen Yang bit the cigarette and forgot to smoke. At this moment, Li Yue in his memory became blurry, while Sun Wenjun gradually became clearer.
This gave Chen Yang the illusion that his attending physician had always been Sun Wenjun, and Li Yue did not exist at all.
Chen Yang hurriedly ended the call and leaned against the head of the bed in a daze, until a hand reached out and caught the cigarette ash that was about to fall on him, and he came to his senses.
"Are you burned?" Chen Yang quickly brushed off the cigarette ash in Chao Jian's palm.
"No." Chao Jian pulled Chen Yang's arm away, moved his body closer, and buried his head in his neck.
This series of movements was done in one go, naturally and skillfully, as if they had been done countless times.
Chen Yang was stunned for a long time: "I will meet Sun Wenjun the day after tomorrow."
The answer he got was the sound of even breathing.
Chen Yang's expression was very strange. The man who had been holding him before was very disgusted with Sun Wenjun and extremely disliked the other party's potted plant. But now he was so calm, without any emotion, and did not ask the reason for the meeting.
Everyone around me is changing, only I remain the same... Chen Yang shook his head and said, I am changing too.
It was as if something was pushing everyone forward. If the entire world was a movie, then the progress bar was moving forward, getting closer and closer to the ending.
When Xiang Donglai knocked on the door, Chen Yang and Chao Jian were still sleeping.
Chen Yang looked at his cell phone and saw that it was almost two o'clock in the afternoon. He had spent his lunch time in a dream. He yawned, took his hands off his waist and got out of bed. Before he could put his feet into his slippers, a pair of eyes stared at him from behind.
"You should get up too." Chen Yang scratched his head. One good thing about a shaved head is that it will keep your hair neat no matter how you sleep. He put on his slippers, stood up and stretched.
Chao Jian tilted his head, his chestnut hair hanging messily on his forehead, one arm pressed on the quilt, two fingers tugging at the corner of his clothes.
Chen Yang asked him to listen to the rumbling sound of his stomach.
Chao Jian's face twitched a few times. He let go of the hand that was holding Chen Yang's clothes, climbed up, and squatted on the bed in a daze.
Chen Yang's eyes flickered, as if he had seen this scene somewhere before. He leaned on the edge of the bed and called out, "Chao Jian?"
He rolled his dark eyes towards Jian: "Yeah." He stroked his fluffy half-long hair and stared straight at Chen Yang.
"Are you hungry?" Chen Yang looked at him.
Chen Yang slowly approached Jian. He turned his head to the side, and the breath on his face suddenly became heavier, and his jaw was pinched hard.
"Why are you hiding?" Chao Jian's fingers that were pinching Chen Yang's jaw trembled slightly, his teeth were trembling slightly, and he was trying his best to restrain something. He growled softly, "Why are you hiding? Do you dislike me? Or do you regret it? Ah, brother."
"No, it's not what you think. I'm just a little itchy." Chen Yang knew that Chao Jian was overthinking it again, so he explained in a gentle voice, "I'm very ticklish, you know."
Chao Jian suddenly laughed strangely: "Yes, I know."
He touched the red spot on Chen Yang's jaw, his lips pursed until they turned pale: "I will go for treatment the day after tomorrow."
Chen Yang felt Chao Jian's irritability and restlessness, and he was also a little anxious. He didn't know how to comfort this patient who had hurt him but was shaking with fear.
Unable to organize his words, Chen Yang simply gave Chao Jian a hug and patted his cold and stiff back.
Chao Jian slowly stopped trembling and lay obediently on Chen Yang's shoulder, with satisfaction welling up in his half-open eyes. He was like a wandering traveler who had found his own harbor.
Chen Yang felt that the way he and Chao Jian got along was still the same as usual, with not much difference. This was just what he thought. He didn't know that to outsiders, there was just sweetness between them.
For example, in the eyes of outsiders Xiangdong.
Xiangdong wanted to take a picture of the deepening bite marks on the back of Chen Yang's neck and smear them on his face, then roar and ask him if he was stupid and didn't even notice the bite.
However, Xiangdong just let out a painful gasp.
"You just completed a task yesterday morning, and you completed another one today. You are the one who is suffering." Xiangdong clicked his tongue.
"It's good enough that you can come back alive." Chen Yang called Chao Jian out, took out the card in the room and closed the door, "Where's the pineapple cake?"
"He's still sleeping. It's his first time entering a mission world. It's very exhausting. I can't bear it and can't get used to it. He can't compare with us." Xiangdong walked lazily towards the elevator. The matter of burning incense had to be put on the agenda. Li Zi had suffered mental trauma and had to be burned with incense.
Soon, the three of them were sitting in a restaurant eating noodles, Xiangdong on one side, Chen Yang and Chao Jian on the other.
Chen Yang ordered a bowl of egg and meat pie soup for Chao Jian. The soup was very fragrant, and the small pot that held the soup was very unique, which was enjoyable to both the eyes and the nose.
Chao Jian drank his soup silently, without a trace of darkness or coldness in his aura.
Chao Jian's mood was sometimes good and sometimes bad. When he was in a good mood, he was calm and peaceful, just like now. When he was in a bad mood, he was sensitive, suspicious, fragile and sinister. This phenomenon happened more and more frequently after the medicine was ineffective. He faced the darkness and his back was against the sun.
I don't know how long it will take to turn around.
The cell phone in Chen Yang's pocket rang. He stopped scooping up the noodles, took out the phone and opened it. Uncle Wu had sent him a photo.
The photo was taken in the ward. Wu Yu was lying quietly on the bed as if he was asleep, while Sun Wenjun, who was next to him, was wearing a white coat, holding a medical record book in one hand and resting his other hand on his frameless glasses. It seemed as if someone was calling him to face the camera, and he turned his face slightly.
Lost a lot of weight.
Uncle Wu: Zao Zao, Director Sun said he is your elder brother.
Chen Yang: He was my former attending physician.
Uncle Wu: He was not arrogant at all. He was very kind when he talked to me about you, so I thought you two were brothers.
Chen Yang's brain was shocked by the word "kind". He typed "not brothers", and cancelled it word by word, and sent something else.
Chen Yang: Uncle, do you know someone from Wuqing
Uncle Wu: I haven’t heard of him, I don’t know him, what’s wrong
Chen Yang: Looks a bit like you.
Uncle Wu: That’s nothing. There are people who are unrelated but look alike.
Chen Yang put his phone back into his pocket and found that the atmosphere at the table was very harmonious. He glanced at Xiangdong who was eating noodles noisily, and then glanced at Chao Jian who was drinking soup slowly.
"Hello, how do I get to Yanglin Bathing Beach?" a female voice sounded from behind.
Chen Yang looked back and saw a young woman in scantily clad clothes with two friends outside. He raised an eyebrow, wondering if the location of the bathhouse could be found by searching on the map.
Before Chen Yang could figure out which of the three of them the woman was targeting, Xiangdong on the opposite side threw away his chopsticks in vain.
"I'm going to the bathroom!" Xiangdong said this and left in big strides. His tall and slightly hunched figure looked like he was fleeing in a panic.
Chen Yang observed the young woman. Her reaction didn't seem to have anything to do with Xiangdong, that was... Chen Yang looked at her two companions outside, both men. One of them was thin and looked cold and elegant, like a talented and difficult to approach junior brother in martial arts novels, with a proud and brilliant character.
The man slowly looked at Chen Yang and then looked away. The next second, he turned back to look at him, and his hostility could not be hidden.
Like a fish breaking through the ice, the whole person looks much more lively.
Chen Yang rubbed his nose twice with his index finger: "I heard from Pineapple Cake that Xiangdong had an old lover, who dated when he was ten years old..."
Chao Jian dug out an egg and put it in his bowl.
Chen Yang forgot what he wanted to say. He picked up the egg with chopsticks and took a bite. It was very fresh and soft.
The person next to me suddenly asked, "It's been five hours and seven minutes since I kissed you, why don't you ask me for a name?"
Chen Yang choked. He coughed and drank a few sips of tea to calm down. He asked tentatively, "Then I want one?"
Glancing at Chao Jian's expression, Chen Yang changed his tentativeness into determination: "I want one."
Chao Jian: "Hand."
Chen Yang stretched out his hand in front of him, completely unaware of what he was going to do.
Chao Jian dipped some tea and wrote a number on Chen Yang's palm... 3.
Chen Yang tried to do some reading comprehension. Usually, when they say to give a status, does it mean "I am yours"? That's how it should be understood, right? Then the number on his palm... He understood, "You are the third child in the family?"
"This is me." Chao Jian just said.
Chen Yang didn’t understand, if he wasn’t the third child, then what else could be linked to this number
"The ink has dried up," Chao Jian frowned in dissatisfaction, "carve one?"
Chen Yang: “…” He pulled his hand back, “First, explain to me the meaning of the numbers.”
"If I explain it clearly, you will carve me into your hand?" Chao Jian pulled the corner of his lips and whispered, "It hurts too much, forget it."
Chen Yang looked at him, so 3 why is it you
Chao Jian forgot about it and continued to drink his soup. Without raising his eyelids, he said, "I will bring you a piece of jade when I come back."
"3 is engraved on it?" Chen Yang said.
Chao Jian swallowed a mouthful of soup and looked over: "Are you dissatisfied with this title?"
Seeing that he was about to have an attack, Chen Yang said hurriedly, "Satisfied, I am very satisfied."
"You're lying. I wouldn't be satisfied either if I were you." Chao Jian sneered.
Chen Yang held his forehead with his hand.
"I'll change one for you." Chao Jian pulled Chen Yang's fingers apart and kissed his palm. "How about this one?"