Are you unwilling to give yourself a chance? Do you really want to wear a fake mask to meet my parents, and then use this mask to get along with them in the future? " the other side asked.
He seemed to have returned to the helpless and hesitant self of his childhood. The perfect mechanism he had established to protect himself over the years had all collapsed in silence. Be bold.
He murmured in a low voice: "But I... I am like this... What if your parents don't like it, what if they don't agree, what if I..."
"I will help you," the other party interrupted his self-pitying and depressed speech: "What I want is a you who is trying to change even if it is not perfect, not a dummy."
- Two days later · Saturday -
[11:00pm]
After taking a shower, he carefully walked around the living room with a towel in his arms—the doctor’s parents had already turned off the TV and went back to the room—it’s great, three hours of eating and getting along has exhausted him, and he never thought of being himself before. Others are so tired.
He quietly sneaked into the doctor's room and found that the people inside had already changed into their pajamas.
This gaudy cartoon T-shirt again...he'd seen it before when he was here as Hummingbird.
An unknown object was flying towards him, and he subconsciously raised his hand to block it - he didn't block it, a soft thing slapped him on the face, and when he took a look, his face turned black.
"I don't want to wear these." He tossed the Simpson pajama bottoms back on the bed.
Ling Chennan laughed: "Are you so unrestrained? You don't even wear pants."
"No, it's so ugly, I don't want to wear it." He looked up at the other person's gray home pants: "Aren't you normal, I want to wear this." He pushed the other person's shoulder to try to snatch it away. Pants.
Ling Chennan put his hands on the waist of his trousers and laughed: "The gangster took off my trousers! I'm going to sue my mother!"
"Crazy! Keep your voice down!" Bai Sheng stopped immediately, and looked back at the door—as if he could see the scene outside through the wooden boards: "What if I hear you!"
"What are you afraid of?" The other party squinted his eyes and smiled: "Didn't you just pretend to be decent? You said 'Uncle, Auntie, I'll help you', and when you close the door, you will show your fierce face. I want to show you to my mother." true face."
Hearing what he said, Bai Sheng thought that the other party hated him for pretending to be someone else, so he immediately shrank.
"Did your parents tell you anything? Did I say something wrong? What do they think? When your mother told me not to wash the dishes, I should have persisted, right? Bowl washed off..."
The anxious thoughts were forcibly interrupted—he was pushed down on the bed by the collar of the bathrobe, and the tie around his waist was loose, revealing a large piece of damp skin.
Falling into the quilt that smelled like the sun, he couldn't recover for a while: "Why, you scared me, talking to you..."
"It's very good, my mother can't wait to kick me to raise you." Ling Chennan scratched his chest with the strap of the bathrobe, and was slapped away by a paw, baring his teeth and said: "Don't make trouble! Are you childish!"
"I'm naive? Who used to cry endlessly in the toffee skin? Why don't you cry now?" Counse me, what's the use of you when you say you want me."
it is as expected…
"Hey, hey, I didn't tell you to really cry. What are you doing with that expression?" The other party seemed to panic suddenly: "Is there a switch in your body? You can cry if you want to."
"Then...then why do you always say you don't want me!" Bai Sheng yelled back subconsciously, completely forgetting that he thought the other party's voice was too loud just now.
"That's right..." The other party laughed lightly: "It's good to know that you are afraid."
Hearing what the other party said, he felt wronged for himself again: "You are! You are relying on me to like you! Bullying me!"
"Bullying you?" The other party looked down meaningfully: "Oh...you asked for this."
"What... what! I didn't mean that, you did it on purpose..."
"Wait, wait, wait, your parents are outside, next door, wait, wait..."
"I'm angry! I'm really angry! Don't make trouble anymore!"
"Ling Chennan! If you don't fucking stop, I'm going to fight back! I'm going to hit someone!"
"Ah! It hurts! Ouch... I was wrong..."
"Doctor I was wrong, I was really wrong..."
[1:00 in the morning]
"Bai Sheng."
"in vain?"
"Are you still angry?"
"Look at how you scratched me. Look, it's bleeding."
"Are you bored? Do you want to take a breath? Look, my arm is bleeding."
I vaguely heard the doctor secretly laughing. I wanted to throw off the quilt to get angry with him, but I was afraid of his way, so I could only bear to ignore him.
Then he felt that the other party seemed to be touching his head through the quilt, and he couldn't help but feel that he had suffered a big loss for not being touched directly. When he was struggling, the other party seemed to lower his head and kissed him through the quilt He opened a small opening from the top of his head and kissed his forehead, said softly: "Good night." Then he helped him cover the quilt back.
After hesitating for half a second, he resolutely abandoned his quilt, got out and rubbed against the opponent's bed, and the opponent had opened his arms long ago, waiting for him to throw himself into the trap, and hugged him.
"The Man I Buried Alive" Spoiler - A Collection of Short Stories
1. Dramatist
Ling Chennan found a picture on the Internet: "70% of other people's body is water, and 70% of your body is drama."
He couldn't help but glanced at Bai Sheng who was on the phone with a customer not far away—his face was full of impatience, but his words seemed to be filled with a smile like a spring breeze.
It's all drama, he clicked his tongue.
There is indeed a lot of water, he thought again, this guy loves to cry.
2. Remarks
Ling Chennan borrowed Bai Sheng's mobile phone to make a call one day, and accidentally saw the other party's address book, most of the names in the notes were like this.
[Customer Fatty Wang: 131xxxxxxx]
[Customer Fatty Wang No. 2: 139xxxxxxx]
[Customer Cowpea: 13xxxxxxxxx]
Among a large number of strangely annotated work numbers, Ling Chennan saw his own number: [Your doctor?: 138xxxxxxxx], with a profile picture.
Further down, Ling Chennan saw [that person's mother], which was Bai Sheng's own mother's phone number.
Among the crowd, there was another number with the remark of [Stupid]. Ling Chennan tried it with his mobile phone, and it turned out to be Lu Baizhou.
He couldn't help sending a "candle" emoji to the number.
After a while, the senior replied, "Are you sick?"
3. Album
When Ling Chennan was cleaning the room, he found a photo album. It was very thick and four books were stapled together. As soon as he opened it, he felt a little dizzy for a moment.
He had seen most of the photos in it before, and now that they were moved from the wall to the photo album, it should have seemed normal—if not all the photos were sorted by timeline in a very obsessive-compulsive manner with annotations.
He quickly flipped through the previous photos—the timeline was interrupted when it reached the third book, blank for a few months, and then resumed updating again.
"On what day and what month, the doctor sent a spoon to his face after breakfast, it's cute." The accompanying picture is a photo of him eating oatmeal without glasses and delirious one morning.
When was this filmed... Ling Chennan had blue veins on his forehead, so he didn't remember it at all.
"What day is it, the doctor rarely stays in bed." Attached is a bed photo of himself so ugly.
"On what day and month, I went out for a date with the doctor." From the angle of this photo, it was probably after Bai Sheng arrived first, and took a picture of him crossing the road with a paralyzed face through the window of the restaurant, and there was a photo of that night next to him. Receipts for meals.
Ling Chennan continued to turn back with black lines all over his head, and came to a page where there were no photos but only text, on which was written alone: "What month and date, I made the doctor angry, and may be thrown away."
Ling Chennan calmly put back his writing album and read it as a large diary, and didn't say a word to Bai Sheng afterwards.
A few days later, when Bai Sheng opened the photo album to look at it, he was shocked to find something he hadn't seen on the last page—a photo of himself lying on the bed with disheveled hair and flushed face. Although the self in the picture is looking at the camera, he himself has no memory of it, and the note next to it is: "What month and date, the doctor just had enough, thank you for the hospitality."
4. Drama 2
After arguing with Bai Sheng, Ling Chennan slammed the door and left—he was so angry that he wanted to leave.
After striding out two streets away, a puppy with one leg limping suddenly rushed out from the corner.
It hopped on three legs and walked all the way, Ling Chennan stared at it expressionlessly from behind its buttocks. After jumping two more steps, the puppy looked left and right, put down its fourth leg and ran away without any abnormality.
What! He is also a showman! Ling Chennan looked at the dog's tail wagging back and forth in shock.
At the first moment, he subconsciously wanted to pick up his phone to take a picture and send it to Bai Sheng. When he realized what he had done, Ling Chennan knew that he was finished.
5. Hummingbird
One day, Mr. Hummingbird, a straight cancer male, made homophobic remarks on TV again.
Ling Chennan couldn't help interrupting him and asked, "Then do you like me?"
What he meant was—you also like men.
Unexpectedly, Baibai turned red in an instant, and denied it flatly: "No! No!"
Ling Chennan let out an "oh" and said, "Forget it."
As expected, the other party pricked up his ears and asked, "What's the matter?"
Ling Chennan turned around and continued reading in another direction.
The other party was in a hurry, and leaned over and asked, "What's the matter?"
Ling Chennan said to the sofa cushion: "Anyway, you don't like me."
The hummingbirds on the hot pot are running around anxiously.