This was the first time that Jiang Cheng saw Gu Fei cry.
Hearing his crying, I felt the slight tremor of his body and the warmth of his chest, Gu Fei's tears.
Jiang Cheng has always felt that he is a fairly strong person. Every time he shed tears after coming here, he would make him feel emotional, crying again, why are you crying again
He always felt that Gu Fei was stronger than himself. In other words, in some respects, Gu Fei was more indifferent than him, and "colder" than him. He had never subconsciously linked Gu Fei with tears.
But now, this man he feels strong and indifferent, the steel factory bully, no one in the school dared to provoke a handle, can take nice photos, can put sweets in his pocket, can act cute and be cute, and talk about Cheng Ge My wrong little rabbit is obedient, just buried in his chest.
cry.
The cry was suppressed in a low voice from the beginning, and slowly turned into a grieving roar.
Jiang Cheng had never seen Gu Fei like this, nor had he imagined Gu Fei like this. Now he only felt that his mind was in chaos, he didn't know how to comfort him, and he didn't want to comfort him.
Such Gu Fei should not need comfort, no matter how clever comfort it is, it will be of no avail to Gu Fei.
He just needs to listen here.
Gu Miao, who had been drawing a rabbit next to him, didn't know when he stopped. Holding the pen, he looked at Gu Fei quietly, curling his eyebrows, but his face was calm.
This expression reminded Jiang Cheng of the time he had a fight with Gu Fei and the time when Gu Fei threw a person into a tree. Gu Miao was calm and he didn't seem to know what happened.
Jiang Cheng didn't know what she was thinking, or whether she was thinking about anything, or whether Gu Fei's pain could be felt by her.
Jiang Cheng bowed his head and kissed Gu Fei's head, his lips pressed against his newly grown hair stubble.
He didn't expect the situation like this today, and he regretted it a little bit.
But I was a little lucky.
If he had never heard Gu Fei's words today, would he never know Gu Fei's true thoughts? His helplessness and despair would always be a secret.
In case... In case they really separate one day, he will never know if the person who once occupied an important position in his confused youth has such a secret buried in his heart.
He lowered his head and rubbed the tip of his nose against the top of Gu Fei's head.
"Don't you stick?" Gu Fei asked with a dull voice in his chest.
"Huh?" Jiang Cheng was stunned, Gu Fei's nasal voice sounded distressing.
"Hair, I feel tied when I touch it," Gu Fei said.
"It's kind of," Jiang Cheng rubbed the hair on top of his head again, "Are you not going to let it grow out? How many times have you shaved..."
"I think I'm very handsome like this." Gu Fei rubbed against his clothes.
"... Are you using my clothes to wipe your face?" Jiang Cheng looked down.
"Well," Gu Fei paused, and slowly moved down, "If you don't want to use clothes, use pants."
"Fuck," Jiang Cheng was startled, and glanced at Gu Miao's side. Gu Miao still held the pen and looked at them in a daze. He hurriedly pulled Gu Fei's clothes upwards, "Your sister is watching! "
Gu Fei stopped, with his face still buried in his stomach, stretched out his hand and flicked his finger on Gu Miao's drawing paper, Gu Miao lowered his head, holding the pen and continued to draw the rabbit.
"I'm going..." Gu Fei stood up on the sofa, bent over and looked at Jiang Cheng, "wash your face."
"Good." Jiang Cheng nodded.
There were still tear marks on Gu Fei's face, and his eyelashes were all wet. They were twisted into small strands of tears. This look made Jiang Cheng's heart soft and distressed.
"Your eyelashes are so long," he said.
"Your eyelashes are also very long," Gu Fei smiled and leaned in to kiss his forehead. "Are you waiting for this sentence?"
"Fuck off." Jiang Cheng said.
Gu Fei went to wash her face, Jiang Cheng turned his head and looked at Gu Miao who was about to paint the rabbit on the second sheet of paper, and gave her another sheet of paper.
The living room was very quiet. Jiang Yan raised his head and leaned on the sofa. His heart was a little heavy, but he was surprisingly transparent, as if he had experienced a bad cold and his nose was blocked for a week and finally got out of breath. .
Gu Fei didn't hide from his sight, he just showed it in front of him with tears on his face as he cried. He liked Gu Fei like this.
I may have a side that I don’t want you to see, but if I want you to see it, I won’t hide it.
Jiang Cheng stood up and walked into the toilet. Gu Fei was wrapping a towel with ice cubes and pressing it on his eyes. He pressed him behind Gu Fei's body and hugged him: "Your eyes are swollen?"
"It's kind of, not serious," Gu Fei said, "it's probably about 15 minutes."
"I was just afraid that you would scare Gu Miao." Jiang Cheng said.
"No," Gu Fei smiled, "She can't feel other people's emotions."
"That's it," Jiang Cheng sighed softly, "I... can feel it."
"Does that scare you?" Gu Fei asked.
"No," Jiang Cheng said, "It just feels very distressed."
"Actually, it's nothing," Gu Fei said. "Some things just closed the door and tasted yourself, opened the door and walked out. No one knows how many unsatisfactory people are behind, and they look like a bird."
Jiang Cheng didn't speak, lowered his head and took a bite on Gu Fei's shoulder.
"When did you record the score?" Gu Fei asked while freezing his eyes.
"What spectrum?" Jiang Cheng didn't react.
"The tune I played today." Gu Fei said.
"I just heard that time before, and I remember it almost," Jiang Cheng said. Thinking of this, he felt uncomfortable for a while, because Gu Fei didn't hear him and felt a little regretful, and because otherwise this happened. What's wrong, he and Gu Fei didn't have the same communication as today, "I changed a little bit, and I can't remember some things."
"Very nice, better than before." Gu Fei said.
"Huh?" Jiang Cheng suddenly raised his head and looked at him in the mirror, "Did you hear it? Didn't you leave? I didn't see you when I got on stage!"
"I didn't leave until I heard it," Gu Fei changed his eye and pressed it. "The auditorium is not soundproof. I just listened to it under the window on the back wall."
"Fuck me," Jiang Cheng said, opening his mouth for a long time and didn't know what to say, so he repeated "Fuck me."
"But I didn't hear that very clearly," Gu Fei turned and leaned against the sink, "the school sound is not working."
"Ah." Jiang Cheng still didn't know what to say.
"Press for me, Brother Cheng." Gu Fei handed him the ice cube towel.
"Oh." Jiang Cheng took it and pressed the towel to his eyes. (End of this chapter)