Li Xuanhuan tightened his grip on Sheng Min's waist: "Who are they?"
"My mom and my dad's close relatives." After a long silence, Sheng Min finally spoke. He couldn't come to his senses for a moment, and smiled again, "When my dad was sick before, they were worried about being asked to borrow money, and they were afraid to contact each other. Now I only need to take out one tenth of my mom's living expenses, no, one percent, and many people are vying to tell me this secret."
He turned his head and rested his head on Li Xuan's knees, and said softly: "But what kind of secret is this? Everyone knows it, but I am the only one who is kept in the dark."
Li Xuan's hand gently stroked his soft hair, and his heart felt as if it had been rubbed by a rusty knife. The dull pain that had been silent all night came belatedly.
"I should have told you that my dad used to drive a truck."
"I have told you that." Li Xuan tried to keep his voice calm, but it was still dry.
Sheng Min seemed not to have heard it. He hummed and said softly, "After they got married, they didn't have children for a long time. They went to the hospital for a check-up and they said there was no problem, but they just couldn't get pregnant. One spring, he delivered a package and drove back at night. When he passed the bend, he heard a loud noise in front of him. He turned around and found that there was a car accident."
Car accident, another car accident. Li Xuan couldn't help but frown slightly. He became an orphan because of a car accident. Their two exchanges were inseparable from car accidents. Now Sheng Min was involved in another car accident.
"It is said that it was a luxury car." Sheng Min's eyes were a little out of focus, "The driver was a young woman, and there was a child less than a month old in the child seat in the back seat. The front of the car was completely destroyed. The father called 120, but the ambulance had not arrived yet. The woman died of excessive blood loss, but the child was still alive. The police were called and they came. The father was left behind as a witness to cooperate with the investigation. The owner of the car was her. Her ID and the child's birth certificate were found in the car. She was unmarried, and the father's name was not on the birth certificate. After some efforts, her parents were contacted, but they were unwilling to claim the body, let alone take over the child... The body was finally disposed of by the public security organs. The child should have been sent to an orphanage, but the father adopted him because he thought they had no children."
He narrated calmly, like the opening narration of a black-and-white movie. Li Xuan was deeply saddened. No matter how eloquent he was, he lost the ability to speak at this moment. He could not comfort him because he knew Sheng Min did not need it. What else could he say? Should he go find his relatives? But if this story was true, then what could Sheng Min be
Li Xuan didn't want to think about it anymore, so he lowered his head and hugged him tightly.
"It may not be true. How can you be more gullible than me?"
Sheng Min seemed to see through his thoughts and forced a move of the corners of his lips: "You don't know how many stories like this I heard this time. Anyone can tell me a hundred or eighty versions, and each one has no evidence... Fortunately, there is no version. If there was, it would have been sold to the gossip magazines, and it would have been on the hot search for three days and three nights... This one has the most beginning and end, and it has more details, so I chose this one for you. There are others, saying that when they went back to the countryside to burn incense, they passed by a dilapidated house with a crying child, and they saw me when they walked in. It sounded like it was haunted..."
He pretended to be relaxed. Li Xuan knew that this was not entirely true, so he could only smile in agreement: "Where can such a beautiful ghost be found?" He kissed his face seriously, "It's hot, and there's a heartbeat." He then guided his hand to touch the overlapping figures of the two people reflected in the window, "And the shadow."
Sheng Min also smiled, her fingertips vaguely tracing the blurred outline of the moonlight, and suddenly she sat up from his arms and stretched out her hand to push open the tightly closed window. The wind blew in unhindered, revealing his smooth and full forehead, a face without sadness or joy.
At this moment, Li Xuan had the illusion that he was too far away from him. The voice seemed to float from far away: "I also heard that I was not picked up, but was born by my father and a woman outside... My mother probably always suspected this, but she didn't have a child at the time, so she felt unsure. Whether she believed it or not, she could only bear it... I have tested the DNA, and Sheng Hui and I are indeed not related by blood..."
At this point, he paused subtly and turned to look at Li Xuan: "But who said that just because he and I are not brothers, I can't be his father's child? Who is more innocent than who?"
Li Xuan understood the implication of his words, and his throat tightened. Just as he was about to speak, Sheng Min suddenly hooked his neck with her backhand, leaned over slightly, and leaned close to his ear. Her voice was so soft that it was almost covered by her breath, as if she was sharing an unspeakable secret with him: "In fact, it's not that difficult to verify. Have I ever told you that my father was not cremated, but buried."
The moonlight fell on Sheng Min's eyebrows, half of his face was hidden in the shadow, but there was a frightening brilliance. Sheng Min was completely unfamiliar at this moment. Looking at him, he actually smiled slowly. In an instant, Li Xuan's heart beat violently, and he almost instinctively covered Sheng Min's eyes, lowered his head and kissed him hard.
It turned into a wrestling match. Sheng Min quickly responded to his kiss, almost biting him. Li Xuan let him go and soon a wound appeared on his lip. The smell of rust spread between their lips and teeth. The smell made Sheng Min stunned for a second and he stepped back. Li Xuan grabbed his waist and pulled him back. He lowered his eyes and carefully licked his own blood off Sheng Min's lips bit by bit.
"Okay." He said to Sheng Min calmly.
"What?"
"Anything is fine, as long as you want." Li Xuan raised his hand to stroke his temples, and with his other hand he hugged him tightly, trying to share a little warmth with his flesh and blood. "But don't go by yourself, I'll help you. This kind of thing is not suitable for you."
"Is it suitable for you?"
The wound continued to ooze blood, but Li Xuan didn't care. His expression remained calm and his voice was low: "Everything you want to do is suitable for me. Sheng Min, I am not afraid of anything, and there is nothing I can't do for you."
"So what do you need me to do for you?"
"Take good care of yourself." Li Xuan's eyes slid across the medicine bottle by the window and said to Sheng Min, "Live with me until I am 100 years old. I don't have the heart to find another boyfriend. You chose me, so you must be responsible for me to the end."
Sheng Min looked at him, neither saying good nor bad. The night wind continued to blow, and after an unknown amount of time, Li Xuan sighed, wiped the blood from his lips with his thumb, half-knelt and slowly leaned over again, kissing him. In addition to the smell of blood, Sheng Min tasted a bitter taste, and he realized later that it was his own tears. He looked at Li Xuan's face so close, and tried to smile, and the next second, he hugged his shoulders and burst into tears.
Tears soaked Li Xuan's clothes. His hands always protected him tightly, never leaving for a moment. Sheng Min's face was buried in his shoulder, and the wind hitting the window lattice sounded like sobbing. The shadow of the moon moved from the treetops to the top of the wall, and the crying gradually became quieter. Li Xuan bent down and carried him back to the bed.
Too tired, crying until exhausted. Li Xuan fed him a small cup of water, half-forced and half-coaxed, and Sheng Min leaned on the pillow and fell asleep.
Li Xuan carefully wiped away his tears and gently placed a kiss on his brow.
Sheng Min's cell phone was on the bedside table, and Li Xuan took it. Wang Shuying had called him many times in the past few days, but Sheng Min didn't answer, so she sent messages instead. At first, she tried to continue to deceive the public, saying that Sheng Hui just spoke without thinking and was talking nonsense. After getting no response, she began to beg Sheng Min to consider the mother-son relationship for so many years, but in the end, she turned to insults, which were extremely vicious and unbearable to watch.
Li Xuan finished reading in silence, fiddled with his phone a little, and put it back on the pillow. He held Sheng Min's slender hand against his cheek, his heart filled with disgust, but also a little bit of relief, at least at this moment, he was by Sheng Min's side. However, no matter how his thoughts were surging, Sheng Min's expression in his sleep was very calm.
Sheng Min did not wake up again in the second half of the night. When it was almost dawn, he vaguely called Li Xuan's name.
"I'm outside."
Li Xuan held down the receiver and responded, then said to the other end of the phone: "Okay, that's it. I'll get the money from the old place..."
The other side seemed to say something, Li Xuan's face was cold, and his tone was relaxed: "Nonsense... Why did you contact me? If you don't make this money, there are many people waiting to make it. When the time comes, you will say that I didn't give you face."
He ended the call with a few words, took out the SIM card, broke it, and quickly walked back to the bed.
"where have you been?"
"I made a phone call." Li Xuan leaned over and asked him, "Are you still going up the mountain today?"
Seeing Sheng Min nod, he handed him the clothes. Sheng Min looked up at him, but didn't take it. He turned around, hugged his waist tightly, and clung to him with unusual attachment: "Li Xuan."
"Um?"
"Forget it." After a long while, he sighed. His voice and expression were familiar to Li Xuan. The slight dampness on his waist and abdomen was just the tears from last night. The rest was just like a dream, vanishing into thin air. "I don't want to know. If it's not, forget it. Fortunately, it's not."
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