During the celebration banquet, Wen Yu had never been so eager to go home.
After the end, he sincerely thanked every elder and declined Xu Cheng's invitation to sing. Hastily called a car on the side of the road to go home.
In order not to delay his exams these days, Yingchen gave him enough space to be free. I haven't been to his room at night, and I haven't touched him again. Even the two sometimes don't speak a word for a whole day.
The quiet Ying Chen made him always want to look for him when he was at home. Want to see what Ying Chen is doing
He knew Ying Chen's desire for him, so he naturally understood that Ying Chen was holding back. He wondered if Ying Chen would burst out the forbearance accumulated these days after the college entrance examination.
Obviously he was afraid in his heart, but he still had a kind of eagerness to see Ying Chen. Especially, seeing Ying Chen standing lonely in the crowd after he and Uncle Liu left, made his heart ache.
In the car, Wen Yu turned on his mobile phone to read messages from time to time, and urged the driver to drive faster several times.
It wasn't until he entered the villa complex, walked quickly into the house and opened the door to see Ying Chen sitting in the living room, that he breathed a sigh of relief.
Wen Yu started to change shoes at the door: "I'm back. I brought a sweet potato pancake"
He paused annoyed in the middle of his sentence.
During the meal just now, there was a sweet potato pancake that was delicious. He just wanted to bring one back.
It's just that he didn't expect that he would subconsciously want Ying Chen to try it too.
Moreover, Ying Chen doesn't seem to need to eat.
He was even more annoyed, put on his slippers and walked inside, but quietly looked in the direction of Ying Chen. Want to see if he is angry? Or any other emotion.
"Bring it for me?"
Ying Chen asked, his slow voice echoed in the hall.
"Ok."
Wen Yu paused, turned around and looked at the past: "Do you know how to eat?"
"Yes." Ying Chen walked towards him, lowered his body slightly and took the still warm sweet potato cake from his hand, and asked in a low voice, "Are you tired after it's so late?"
Are you tired
There seems to be a hidden meaning in this sentence.
In fact, it is to ask again: Do you want to rest, or do something else with me.
Wen Yu started to get nervous, but couldn't help shaking his head.
He was still holding the golden sunflowers in his other hand, and Ying Chen also took it, took his hand, and said, "Then let's celebrate for a while."
Wen Yu didn't say anything and was led away by him.
Ying Chen led him to the balcony on the second floor, and helped him to sit on an outdoor wicker chair. Then he inserted the golden sunflowers in full bloom into the vase prepared in the center of the table.
In the night, an incandescent lamp was lit on the top of the terrace to illuminate the surroundings, and the leaves of several pots of osmanthus bamboos were emerald green.
The rattan tabletop is covered with a layer of pure white tablecloth, which makes the golden sunflowers in full bloom even more dazzling.
Surrounding the vase are several dishes that are still steaming and tempting, delicate dessert cakes, and a bottle of red wine of unknown origin. It's like the romantic style created in the movie.
Ying Chen picked up the uncorked red wine, slowly poured it into a transparent glass wine glass and handed it to Wen Yu, and said with a smile: "It's also the first time for me to celebrate for someone, I don't know if this is the right way? Friends should have eaten a lot, these are just a form of display, don’t eat if you don’t want to eat.”
He was still wearing the black shirt and trousers, his expression was calm, his voice and movements were very soft. But it made Wen Yu feel unreal. Obviously still holding back some emotions.
Holding the wine glass, Wen Yu looked at the dark red wine against the bright light, and asked him: "I just left with Uncle Liu and the others, are you disappointed?"
"Lost?"
Ying Chen sat opposite him, with some bitterness in his tone: "Not all of them."
The moment Wen Yu left his friend today, he understood his position. He is an intruder, breaking in and disrupting the supposedly stable life of a teenager for no reason.
These days, the more Wen Yu thinks about his past life, the more heaviness and sadness he feels. Some things are best not known.
And he grew up in such a peaceful and prosperous age. Children of this age should be carefree and free to grow up.
It was his own appearance that added to his troubles.
He found him on his own, and wanted him to know about his past. But forget, those are just the past of the previous life for human beings. Human beings don't even have memories after reincarnation.
In this life, he has elders who care about him and friends who love him by his side. It was all because of his appearance that he fell into fear and fell into a heavy and sad past.
Ying Chen's expression was gloomy, and his voice was low: "Your life is different. You have friends around you, the ability to protect yourself, and the ability to support yourself. Even without me, you will live well."
He smiled wryly: "I was thinking, if I hadn't shown up, you wouldn't have to worry about these days, and you wouldn't have to work hard to find memories."
The wine glass in Wen Yu's hand flickered suddenly: "What do you mean?"
Ying Chen looked at him, and said in a low voice: "It's me who didn't come out after all, I shouldn't have disturbed you."
Wen Yu didn't expect Ying Chen to say such a thing at all, he was still astonished and suspicious, and asked directly: "Then you, are you leaving?"
Ying Chen hesitated, and asked in a low voice: "Do you want me to leave you?"
"I"
Wen Yu was speechless.
he does not know.
Just over half a month ago, he desperately hoped to find a way to get rid of Ying Chen and return to his original life.
But now, everything is different.
His sense of fear towards Chen has completely disappeared, and when he occasionally thinks about the relationship between the two of them in the past, he will always have the slightest pain and worry about death.
He used Ying Chen and seduced Ying Chen, but he didn't know what happened after that. The two seem to have various pasts that are unclear.
But if he had ever liked Ying Chen, he didn't know.
However, every time Ying Chen rubbed his head, took his hand, and kissed his forehead, he didn't seem to have much resistance.
The boy wants to test.
I want to know if Yingchen has the most real feeling engraved in his soul.
He supported the table and stood up slowly: "Before that, I want to pay you back the gift first."
The young man stammered, his cheeks were faintly hot. But he still walked to Ying Chen's side.
Ying Chen was immersed in sadness and self-blame, and didn't understand Wen Yu's real meaning. He saw the young man walking towards him with a slightly red face, bending his body slightly beside him.
Qingjun's blushing face moved closer to his eyes, and his pale lips touched the corners of his lips. The smooth and moist skin touched his cold cheeks lightly.
For a moment, Yingchen's breathing stopped and his brain buzzed.
When the boy was about to leave, he suddenly woke up, stretched out his arms to wrap the boy's slender body into his broad and powerful chest, and kissed the light-colored, soft and thin lips heavily.
It was the smell that made him miss it to the point of madness.
It was the antidote for his serious illness, which he could not get rid of for thousands of years, and his salvation from the darkness. It is also the most extravagant thing he wants to possess crazily, but dare not touch easily.
"Little ghost" he bit the young man's lips lightly, and two heavy vague names rolled out of his bitter throat, containing all his bitter waiting and strong longing.
"Hmm..." Wen Yu agreed, and let the tip of Ying Chen's tongue slip into his lips unpreparedly.
Ying Chen got a taste of him, this is the thank you gift he promised.
He paid it back now, but he didn't push Ying Chen away.
Let him try.
He didn't resist. As Ying Chen said when he first met him: some things are deep in the soul, no matter what, they will never be forgotten.
He couldn't remember the specifics, but he remembered this familiar feeling, how many days and nights he had had in the past.
Wen Yu wanted to cry, he suppressed the emotions in his heart, but the soreness in his nasal cavity finally surpassed what he could bear, and after the trembling tears rolled out of his eyes, he couldn't hold back anymore.
Hot tears flowed down their cheeks, soaking salty between their lips and teeth, Ying Chen wanted to let him go, but he bit the tip of his tongue and wouldn't let go.
He didn't know why he was crying, but he clearly understood that he didn't dislike or reject doing such a thing with Ying Chen, he probably really liked Ying Chen in his last life.