The rest is still pitch black, with only a sliver of light peeking through the crack of the door.
Fang Lin's waist hurt a little from the guitar, but before the pain came up, Duan Changke grabbed the fretboard and took it off Fang Lin's body, and put it aside.
"...don't turn on the light." Fang Lin himself calmed down before speaking in a low voice.
He was not willing to break away from Duan Changke's arms, and locked the door of the lounge behind his back in the dark.
But after doing this, he didn't even know where his hands should be placed.
In the past, he could use a hundred self-deceiving methods to convince himself, either responding by hugging Duan Changke's waist, or clinging to him and hooking it around his neck.
Fortunately, Duan Changke didn't care about his current stiffness, noticed his hesitation, stretched out his hand in the dark, rubbed his hair like before, and then brought him in again: "Okay. Let me give you a hug."
Being hugged by him like this, Fang Lin's hands were also warm.
His hand was locked in Duan Changke's arms, and he finally began to slowly try to touch everything with his fingertips—listen to his breathing, smell the familiar smell on his body, hold the cloth on his chest, and feel the vibration of his chest—at this moment It beats for itself.
Fang Lin's fingers began to tremble, and those emotions that he thought he had dried up and accumulated finally recovered, and piled up one after another. He seemed to feel sadness only now, until some warm liquid ran across the bridge of his nose, and all the sadness that could not be caused When the embankment finally broke, he buried his face in Duan Changke's chest, closed his eyes like a child, sobbed softly and said:
"sorry."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Fang Lin became more vivid after saying the first sentence, and said one after another in a panic, "I didn't mean it."
"I didn't mean to ask you to go, I didn't want you to go, but, but..."
Fang Lin didn't even raise his head, "I'm just afraid that you don't want me."
Duan Changke sighed lightly, but Fang Lin didn't give him a chance to speak: "I know I'm not that attractive with you, and I did that on purpose because I wanted to make sure the relationship was real at first... But I don’t think so anymore!”
"I don't want you to hug me because I'm afraid that I will always rely on you, and I don't want to let you kiss me because..." Fang Lin buried his head a little deeper, and his voice became softer, "Because I really like kissing you. "
"But I don't know what to do. I kissed you by snatching your cigarette, and tried to confess to you during the break of the variety show. In fact, we are not playing games. I just owe a little courage. talent… "
As Fang Lin said, he was finally willing to raise his head, and traced the outline of Duan Changke's face with his eyes in the darkness with tears in his eyes: "I even told my grandma that I have someone I like, and I want to find an excuse to lie to you. I'll take you to meet her..."
His throat constricted.
I finally saw it, but I didn't expect it to be in such a situation.
"I was thinking at the time," Fang Lin's voice became hoarse, "I found it ridiculous that sometimes I pretended to be smart in front of you. I wondered how likely I would be rejected if I really told you face to face. Smart, would I have revealed my secrets a long time ago, and I even wondered if I waited, would you have spoken to me first."
"You see, I'm just so hypocritical, boring, and cranky."
"I even thought about it. If I pretend to lie to you again and confess to you, if you haven't found out yet, I might tell you without knowing how to advance or retreat. Duan Changke, are you an idiot? I don't believe you are right. Others will treat me so well."
In Fang Lin's steamy voice, Duan Changke patted him on the back with his palm, and said coaxingly, "Well, Linlin is the smartest."
"Anyway, I really thought about it a lot," Fang Lin was appeased, but he still tried his best to say the last sentence, "I want to love you."
Maybe it was doomed from the first day after rebirth, Duan Changke was an accident that broke the original trend, it was a brand new light, it was a luxury that did not belong to him...
Maybe even if he is not so active, he should fall in love with Duan Changke in the end.
After he finished speaking, he finally calmed down, trying to calm down his slightly drunken panting.
"Can I turn on the light now?" Duan Changke asked after a long silence, supporting his shoulder.
Fang Lin didn't speak, but still nodded slightly.
The lighting in the lounge was not too bright, so Fang Lin basically didn't need to get used to it, and he could see the person in front of him clearly by squinting his eyes slightly.
Duan Changke stood up straight, still wearing the clothes she had when she came here, with a touch of autumn dew on her shoulders, but her eyebrows and eyes were different from those she had seen before.
"I'm sorry." It was Duan Changke who spoke this time.
"I'm stupid," Duan Changke stroked Fang Lin's face with warm fingertips, "I realized it was too late."
Fang Lin never thought that Duan Changke would apologize to him, he was stunned for a moment, and even started to defend in his first reaction: "I didn't force you! I just, I just..."
A faint breath came over, Duan Changke seemed to have lost her previous calmness today, she only looked at him for a second, then lowered her head and bit his slightly red lips.
But this time he kissed very gently, with the palm of his hand resting on his neck, not too deep, just wanting to convey something with this kiss.
"You're not the one who pretends to be smart," Duan Changke pressed his cheek to him, and he wasn't used to confessing himself to someone like this, but he didn't stop, "I am."
He thought he had seen through Fang Lin's little thoughts, liked his obedience, and thought they would always be like this—or, in other words, they could easily go one step further.
If Fang Lin wanted something, he could just give it to him.
If you don't want to hug him by yourself, then back off a little bit.
"I always think from the perspective of what should be done, that I shouldn't have done anything badly." Duan Changke smiled self-deprecatingly.
So he didn't know what was behind Fang Lin's hesitation, and he didn't understand why he always avoided him in some places, and he didn't see the other party in other places, experiencing hesitation and struggle all the time.
"Sorry, I didn't understand until so late." Duan Changke said.
Fang Lin stared at him blankly, and was about to speak when suddenly there was a burst of applause outside the door. It turned out that the new resident singer had just finished his performance.
It was belatedly that he felt that this place was not a place where he could speak quietly, not to mention that he was still on stage just now, if he left later, maybe he would really be photographed.
His face was still a little red, and his expression probably wouldn't be too good-looking, and he didn't put the guitar back, but he hesitated for a while, not considering these things, and grabbed Duan Changke's hand: "There is a door that is not often opened behind here." , wait for me to ask Xiao Jianian to get the key."
But he was pushing open the door, and Xiao Jianian was sitting not far from the lounge. He saw Fang Lin raise his chin, and pretended not to see the hands they held together, and said clearly: "The door is open for you." , it’s still too late to go now.”
Duan Changke answered, "My car is still outside."
"Thank you." Fang Lin's voice was still hoarse, he didn't dare to look at Xiao Jianian, so he could only bow his head and thank him.
Xiao Jianian himself didn't mind. He glanced up and down at Duan Changke, was surprised for a second, then smiled again: "Go, I'll hang the guitar back for you later."
Fang Lin knew that it was inconvenient to say too much now, so he nodded gratefully and walked out the door with ease.
The cold wind suddenly poured in, Fang Lin shivered, was wrapped in Duan Changke's coat, and walked to his car in a few steps.
Old Wu must have been waiting in the car for a long time. When he saw the two people coming up, he immediately said, "Mr. Duan, I've seen it, and I won't be photographed."
Duan Changke responded, and Lao Wu brought water for the two of them first, then lit the engine, and merged into the long traffic with flashing lights.
"Send him off first." Duan Changke said.
"No, I'll go back with you," Fang Lin unexpectedly interrupted him, "Is that okay?"
"Okay." Duan Changke replied simply.
Old Wu is a very professional driver. From the itinerary of Duan Changke in the past few days, he probably guessed what happened, and immediately turned the car around without saying a word, and drove to Duan Changke's apartment.
Fang Lin sat upright all the way, taking a sip of water from time to time, but rarely looked at Duan Changke.
After removing all the cover-ups, he actually felt nervous.
The two basically didn't talk much, and after driving for a while, Lao Wu only heard a little steady breathing. Duan Changke asked him to turn off the car stereo, took away the water from Fang Lin's hand, and let him fall asleep on his own.
Seeing this scene in the rearview mirror, Lao Wu didn't speak, but slowed down and drove the car more and more smoothly.
Fang Lin didn't expect that this was actually the best sleep he had these days.
When he woke up in a daze, he realized that he had arrived at his destination. The car was parked downstairs with the engine on.
"Are you awake?" Duan Changke seemed to be falling asleep too, and rubbed the center of his brows with a tired voice, "Then go up first."
Fang Lin nodded and remained silent.
He had barely spoken since he got out of the bar, but he didn't cry anymore either. It seems that he hasn't recovered from the emotion just now, and has lost some of his original wit.
He hadn't been here for a long time, and he didn't expect that he would be in such a mood when he came in again.
Duan Changke didn't ask any more questions, and asked him to take a bath, sleep well, and rest for a few more days.
Fang Lin obediently responded, took his things and went to the bathroom.
It took a long time, and when he came out, his fingers were wrinkled. He was about to go to the bedroom to call Duan Changke, but found that the other party was not there, but there seemed to be some movement in the kitchen.
Fang Lin walked over following the sound, and smelled a little milk fragrance. When he got closer, he found that Duan Changke had heated the milk in a milk pot just like he did before, and was pouring it into the cup skillfully. on the floor.
"I don't know anything else. I thought you said that drinking a little before going to bed can help you sleep better, so I tried it." Duan Changke changed into cotton clothes, and the light from the kitchen fell on him, so gentle that he almost didn't He, but reaching out and touching is real.
"Do you want to add some sugar?" Duan Changke generously let Fang Lin visit the unfamiliar scene, and took out the sugar bowl while talking.
Fang Lin's nose trembled slightly.
It turned out that he had already seen through that he didn't like to drink those bitter and sour coffees, but he would respectfully ask for his own opinions.
"Yes." Fang Lin blinked, pursed his lips and said, "A little more."
"it is good."
Duan Changke went to get the small spoon. In fact, he was not very familiar with the structure of his own kitchen. He was rummaging through the cabinet when suddenly he was bumped and his waist was hooped. On his back, hug him tightly.
Duan Changke maintained the current action and did not turn around immediately.
Fang Lin hugged him from behind, closed his eyes, and finally asked.
"Just now... why did you come back?"
Why are you back
He couldn't really tell.
It may be that the sadness in the other party's eyes was too strong at that time, which made me feel that I shouldn't just leave like this.
It seemed that a voice told him that if he left today, maybe their future relationship would end here.
So he went back again and heard the song he sang.
He had never heard Fang Lin sing, before in Zhuhai the other party had been laughing at himself that he sang badly, and he didn't want to sing it to himself.
But in fact, his singing is not bad, and his intonation is all there. Although he has no skills, he is clean and sincere.
He just thought that the song was sung for himself.
So he should be like the song says.
He should kiss him, hold him tight, and tell him never to go again.
There is still a little warm milk fragrance lingering in the kitchen. Before changing it, Duan Changke would never have thought that he would try to fill another person with a little "life energy".
He put his hand on Fang Lin's hand around his waist, and held it for a while before turning around.
Fang Lin looked at him with a little timidity in his eyes, but more of a desire to respond.
Duan Changke leaned over to look at him, said very cherished and softly: "I know you are still sad. I will be with you."
"I want you to be more optimistic and more confident." They were very close and smelled each other.
Duan Changke kissed Fang Lin's finger: "I know that I can't replace your relatives in your heart, but if you want, let me live in, okay?"