The Lingering Sounds of Blooming Flowers

Chapter 53

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The beginning of the rolling/hot/collision/collision, the intense/intense/melting/merging in the process, and the final step and weightlessness…

Lin Chaosheng woke up in Lu Chenfeng's arms, his fluttering eyelashes swept across the other's chin. Facing the morning sun, Lin Chaosheng carefully examined Lu Chenfeng's facial features, how did he feel... I liked it more than before.

The corners of the raised lips curled into a smile, Lin Chaosheng's eyes were deep, and he remembered every detail on Lu Chenfeng's face. The tall nose bridge is down, and the full lips are delicate and seductive. Is the surface stained with red wine? Why does kissing always make him feel slightly drunk.

A low hoarse voice slipped into the ear: "Awake?"

The voice of countless love/words last night instantly reminded Lin Chaosheng of all his memories of that night. He buried his face, his eyelashes rubbed against the thin quilt, and was about to pretend to sleep when Lu Chenfeng raised his hand and covered the top of their heads with the quilt. He hugged Lin Chaosheng tightly in his dim eyes: "Morning."

"Morning." With his forehead pressed, Lin Chaosheng replied, "I didn't eat last night, are you hungry? It's time for me to get up and cook."

"No hurry." Lu Chenfeng held down Lin Chaosheng, who was about to run away, and said contentedly, "I was fed by you very well."

No matter how determined Rao was, Lin Chaosheng couldn't bear Lu Chenfeng's words with a hook. After a moment of distraction, Lu Chenfeng turned over, the two looked at each other, Lin Chaosheng lay on his chest, and heard him ask, "Do you feel it?"

The waist and abdomen were tensed, Lin Chaosheng turned his head away in embarrassment, Lu Chenfeng was really able to toss, this man was obviously full of interest, there was nothing he could do, who asked himself to tease him first.

Lu Chenfeng said, "Let's go to the studio later."

Lin Chaosheng didn't reply, and he murmured softly as if he was babbling: "Chaosheng, I still want to taste two of last night's taste."

Lin Chaosheng said deliberately, "Don't give it a taste."

Lu Chenfeng kissed his forehead with a smile at the end of his eyes: "Then I'm going to make trouble."

Having said that, Lu Chenfeng still tried his best to restrain his movements and kept worrying about Lin Chaosheng's body. Intimacy every night, the more Lu Chenfeng prayed that the time could be slowed down, the more unable to stop it from passing.

Towards the end of July, Lu Chenfeng anxiously wanted to touch the cigarette again, but Lin Chaosheng was not allowed. Sometimes he used kisses to comfort him, and sometimes he used love/stroking. Although it was difficult to completely relieve Lu Chenfeng's anxiety, Lin Chaosheng at least reduced his anxiety first, hugging him and sleeping peacefully.

On the first day of August, Lin Chaosheng was picking small ripe tomatoes in the yard. Lu Chenfeng's cell phone rang. He stopped busy and took the plastic pot and scissors back to the kitchen. He took two deep breaths against the Liuli platform, and the time was up.

Lu Chenfeng hung up Song Yike's phone and stood beside the balcony door facing the empty courtyard. After a few seconds, with his hands wrapped around his waist, Lin Chaosheng tiptoed into his ear and said, "Normal heart, Chen Feng, we'll be back when we go."

Lu Chenfeng tried his best to calm down the panic in his heart, and replied with a smile, "Okay."

After cleaning together, the lights in the house went out, and the two people's clothes, books, and toiletries were crowded in the suitcase. The moment Lu Chenfeng stepped out of the room, he suddenly panicked.

He hurriedly grabbed Lin Chaosheng's hand, frowned, and said nothing. The temperature in the corridor was cold, and so was his palm.

Stepping out of the unit building, he turned his head to look at the green yard, Lin Chaosheng told Lu Chenfeng in a relaxed tone: "You must remember the task of watering the orchards and flowerpots."

At this time, the door of the balcony next door opened, and there was a lively chatter coming from the room. Aunt Yu was going to take a walk outside with Lulu in her arms. When she saw the box in Lu Chenfeng's hand, she asked with concern, "I just lived in Huiyu. Will the garden move out again in a few days?"

It was Lin Chaosheng who answered: "Auntie, we are going on a trip and will be back soon."

Lulu exclaimed "Wang Wang" excitedly, and Aunt Yu breathed a sigh of relief and nodded quickly: "Travel is good, go out for a walk while you are young, broaden your horizons, and don't wait until you are old to enjoy happiness."

She led Lulu to accompany the two of them as they walked to the parking space in the distance, patted Lin Chaosheng on the back of his hand kindly, and said kindly, "Pay attention to safety on the road, and pay attention to food hygiene."

Lin Chaosheng obediently said "Hey" and asked with a smile, "Are there any guests at your house?"

"It's my son and daughter who are back." Aunt Yu casually put her hands behind her back and beat her back, with the clear sky in her eyes, "Come back to see me, this old man."

"Happy for you." Lin Chaosheng said.

The Mercedes-Benz started the engine, Lin Chaosheng sat in the passenger car, lowered the window, and Aunt Yu raised Lulu's little paw and waved goodbye to them: "I wish you all the best."

There was a traffic jam near the 301 hospital, Lu Chenfeng struggled to break away from the team, slowed down and drove into the main gate. Song Yike was waiting by the flower bed in front of the hospital building, surrounded by the family members of two or three patients.

"How happy we are." Lin Chaosheng said optimistically, "Someone sent it, and someone picked it up."

Lu Chenfeng didn't reveal his inner emotions on the surface anymore, he knew that Lin Chaosheng seemed to be relaxed, just because he didn't want to let himself fall into heaviness.

There was an empty parking space on the ground. After getting out of the car, Lu Chenfeng took Lin Chaosheng's shoulders in a soothing gesture. The two smiled at each other and walked towards Song Yike.

In the oncology department on the fifth floor of the inpatient department, the independent ward in Chaoyang, Song Yike sent them into the room and looked at Lu Chenfeng: "The hospitalization procedures are not urgent, you guys should clean up first, I have a meeting in the morning, and I will come back after the end."

Lu Chenfeng nodded and said, "Thank you, hard work."

The head nurse helped Lin Chaosheng adjust the bed, and briefly explained the inspections that needed to be done in the next three days. After closing the door, Lin Chaosheng stood by the bed staring at the flatly stacked hospital gown, bent over and hugged it into his arms: "I'll go to the toilet to change it."

A wooden door separated the two, and Lu Chenfeng stood by the door, listening to the rustling movement inside. After another half-hour, Lin Chaosheng refused to show his face, and Lu Chenfeng lost his patience, so he raised his hand and knocked on the door: "Chaosheng? Are you ready?"

"Well." The emotion in his voice was not high, and Lin Chaosheng replied slowly, "Okay."

Lu Chenfeng pressed his hand down: "Then I'm in."

In the closed bathroom, the lights are warm and yellow, and the vision is not very bright. Lin Chaosheng fiddled with the hospital gown in front of the mirror, frowning and muttering: "It's not very good-looking."

Lu Chenfeng laughed dumbly, but he didn't expect this person to have "idol baggage". He strode forward to tie Lin Chaosheng's collar button, and whispered into his ear, "I've never seen what you look like? To be honest, you look best without it."

Lin Chaosheng broke his skills in a second, and pinched Lu Chenfeng's ticklish flesh: "There is no positive type."

On the right side of the window sill, there is a pot of Guanyin dripping water. The air conditioner is at a suitable temperature. The small table board is in front of Lin Chaosheng, with professional surveying and mapping books and notebooks on it.

Lu Chenfeng put the empty lunch box on the bedside table, slid his right hand from Lin Chao's hair to his ear, and said, "I'll go to Song Yike's office to wait for his next meeting, don't let anyone go to the inpatient department again."

Lin Chaosheng pressed his face hard in his palm: "I'll go make dinner at noon, and we'll eat together when you come back."

The sun was rising, and the window was bright and dazzling. As soon as Lu Chenfeng walked away, Fang Yi arrived on the back, carrying a large basket of fruits like a dog. He smiled affectionately and asked Lin Chaosheng, "How do you feel?"

Lin Chaosheng closed the cap and raised his head, and smiled, "It's good."

Fang Yi put down the fruit basket, sat down on the chair, chatted with Lin Chaosheng, and pulled out a jewelry magazine between his arms. With a radiant expression on his face, he turned to page 43 with ease, pointing to the finished design in the center: "The top 50 finalists in the CGL competition have been published, and this one belongs to Lu Chenfeng."

Lin Chaosheng caught it with both hands eagerly, and lowered his eyes. The surroundings were quiet, and the heartbeat was clearly ringing in his ears. He held his breath and appreciated it seriously.

The 27-carat conformal opal, with a blend of blue and green fire, is like a dream, like a mountain and sea overlooking from a high altitude. Two lifelike seagulls are encircled by white gold on the upper left and right lower respectively, with diamond finishing touches, and the tail is connected with the hollow torus of the edging.

It's a brooch. With an indescribable feeling in his heart, Lin Chaosheng understood the theme Lu Chenfeng wanted to express. This was a story that belonged to the two of them.

The seagulls with their heads held high and their wings fluttered, not afraid of the mountains and the distant seas in between, as if they were about to break through the shackles of fate, they rushed in the direction of each other regardless of their lives, and came from far and wide.

Lin Chaosheng cherished the magazine and smiled with admiration and relief. Lu Chenfeng's wish came true, and he really found his own romanticism in this trip.

The title of the work is "The Years Are Born".