Han Shaobai wanted to say more, but for some reason, Shao Fanhan gave him a cold glance: "If you talk too much, get out."
Han Shaobai immediately fell silent. He was as quiet as a chicken and buried himself in his meal. However, he became more and more curious about the relationship between Shao Quhan and Shen Liang.
Thanks to his mention, Shen Liang finally remembered his plan yesterday. It seemed that he still didn't know how far it would develop? He wanted to ask Shao Quhan, but it was difficult to ask because Han Shaobai was present. After Han Shaobai had drunk and eaten and left, he asked aloud: "Where is my brother?"
Shao Fanhan sat across the dining table and had no reaction when he heard this: "Back to school."
Shen Liang thought that this was not what I was asking: "Did nothing happen between you two last night?"
Shao Fan smiled coldly: "What do you think will happen to us?"
His hand under the table held a cigarette that Han Shaobai had handed over before, but he did not smoke it. With silent force from his fingertips, he folded the cigarette in half. He rubbed his fingertips fiercely, causing the shreds of tobacco to fall apart, and he was tortured until his "muscles and bones were broken."
Shao Fanhan finished all this expressionlessly, feeling a little relieved, but not enough.
Shen Liang really didn't remember what happened yesterday. He only remembered that Shen Yan was drunk during the dinner and they drove Shen Yan home. Shao Fanhan couldn't succeed like this. He was so unmanly, right
Don't be afraid of opponents who are like gods, but be afraid of teammates who are like pigs.
Shen Liang was already a little suspicious of the plot. He stared at Shao Fanhan suspiciously: "Do you really like my brother?"
After this period of observation, he found that Shao Quhan's liking for Shen Yan was too strange. It seemed more like the characters in the book liked Shen Yan to follow the author's preferences.
Shen Liang had never seen Shao Fanhan take the initiative to inquire about Shen Yan, nor had he seen him take the initiative to find Shen Yan. The other party seemed to simply want this person, like a cake on the plate for himself. But before that, whoever robs will die.
This suspicious gaze pierced the unspeakable secret in Shao Quhan's heart. He frowned unconsciously and said in a sarcastic tone: "Why, if you don't like him, do you like you?"
"That's good," Shen Liang shook his head quickly, "You must not like me."
He also plans to return to his original world. Besides, a villain like Shao Fanhan who often turns dark is not suitable for dating.
As the saying goes, without love, one is light, but with love, one becomes crazy. Others cannot understand the happiness of a single dog.
This kind of evasive attitude made Shao Quhan feel a bit prickly in his heart, as if what he liked was poison, dirt, something that could not be easily contaminated, and was worse than the garbage on the roadside.
The living room was quiet for a second or two.
After saying this, Shen Liang was about to go upstairs to his room. When he passed by Shao Fanhan, he was suddenly grabbed by a cold hand. The other party clenched tightly, and his fingertips were stained with the smell of tobacco, almost wanting to sink into his flesh.
Shao Fanhan didn't look at him. He looked directly at the front of the dining table with a pale face. He was sitting upright and dignified, but it made people feel the injustice in his heart: "Shen Liang, do you think I don't deserve to like someone..."
Is it because he is unscrupulous and has a dark and rotten heart, so his love is also vicious and dirty.
Shen Liang didn't expect Shao Quhan to ask this question, and looked at him slightly surprised. The tingling sensation in his wrist turned into numbness and dullness in an instant.
"I didn't say that." This was the first time Shen Liang saw Shao Fanhan acting so abnormally. "I just think... you used the wrong method..."
Strictly speaking, Shao Fanhan is no worse than Su Qingyan, and he is even better in career, but his methods and temperament make people shudder. Shen Yan, a cookie cutter protagonist, was destined not to have any entanglements with him.
When Shao Fanhan heard this, he remembered some old memories and tightened his fingertips a little more. He slowly raised his head to look at Shen Liang. His face was so white that it was almost transparent, and his eyes were cold. The morning sun failed to give him any warmth, like a piece of cold jade.
Shao Fanhan pursed his lips and "told" Shen Liang word by word, with a bit of shocking stubbornness: "If you love someone, you have to get him. Keep him by your side. He can't go anywhere..."
Can't go anywhere...
That's what the man told him back then.
Shao Fanhan believed it, and he believed it for many years.
Shen Liang corrected: "If he loves you, you don't have to do anything, he will stay by your side."
It doesn't require any means or any scheming. You don't have to do anything. You can win by standing quietly and the other party will naturally come to you.
In this comparison, Shao Fanhan's methods were inferior.
He still doesn't know how to love someone. How does a person who has never been loved learn to love others...
As Shen Liang finished speaking, Shao Quhan's face became a little ugly. He seemed to want to refute, but didn't know how to refute. Finally, he stood up with a crash, and the chair scraped against the ground with a screeching sound.
Shen Liang thought Shao Fanhan would say something, but he didn't say anything. He slowly let go of his hand one finger at a time, let out an unknown sneer, and then turned around and went upstairs.
The blackness on the electronic light screen quietly increased by 10%.
Then Shen Liang understood, but Shao Quhan still didn't understand.
At night, it started to rain outside. The raindrops crackled against the glass window, leaving a mess of water marks. It fell quickly and suddenly, occasionally mixed with a few rumbles of thunder, which seemed to tear the sky apart.
Shao Fanhan stayed upstairs all day and never came down.
Shen Liang sat downstairs all day and never went up.
The two of them didn't know what the quarrel was about. Maybe it would be better if one of them took the initiative to talk. This is what Zhang Ma thought.
With a thin coat draped over her shoulders, she walked out of the kitchen with a bowl of sweet soup in her hand. She said to Shen Liang who was in a daze on the sofa: "Xiao Shen, please help give this bowl of sweet soup to Mr. Shao." Send it up, it’s just cooked.”
Hearing this, Shen Liang was stunned for a few seconds before reacting. He stood up from the sofa and slowly took the bowl: "Oh, okay."
He actually wanted to go upstairs to check the situation, but there was no reason, so Zhang Ma gave him a step up.
Shen Liang went upstairs with the bowl, knocked on Shao Fanhan's door three times as usual, and then opened the door directly and went in. After all, you can't expect Shao Fanhan to open the door on his own initiative or say "come in".
It was raining outside, but the lights were not turned on in the room. It was pitch dark and only the outlines of furniture could be vaguely seen.
Shen Liang groped on the wall and found the switch, but before he could press it, a voice without any warmth suddenly sounded in the room, hoarse and broken: "Don't turn it on."
Shen Liang paused and looked around, only to see a vague figure sitting on the floor. It was Shao Quhan.
"...Okay, don't open it."
Shen Liang was easy to talk to. He walked up to Shao Fanhan with a bowl in hand, then sat down on the floor and said, "Drink some sweet soup."
Shao Kuhan didn't move, and the sweet soup steamed out, but it was driven away by the chill of the rainy night.
Shen Liang was a little uncomfortable with the darkness around him, especially after it rained, the environment was dark and humid. He didn't understand how Shao Fanhan could stay in such a room all day...
Or maybe not a whole day, but years.
This realization made Shen Liang's heart sting inexplicably. He tilted his head and looked at Shao Quhan in the darkness, but the other person's entire body had melted into the shadows, and even his facial features were blurred.
Shen Liang suddenly said: "Shao Fanhan, are you afraid of the dark?"
Shao Quhan once told him that he was afraid of blood. It wasn't that Shen Liang didn't hear clearly at the time, he just felt it was incredible. However, after Shao Fanhan didn't say anything more, he didn't ask again.
This person has blood on his hands, but he is afraid of blood; this person is afraid of the dark and silent night, but he keeps himself locked in it day after day, year after year.
The more people are afraid of something, the more likely they will be overwhelmed by it.
The few words Shen Liang wrote on the paper trapped Shao Quhan's life.
"Boom—"
Another bolt of lightning struck, and the dark room suddenly became bright. At that moment, Shen Liang finally saw Shao Fanhan's face clearly. He only felt that the other party was like a homeless ghost, his eyes were full of blankness, his brows were wrinkled because of the terrifying thunder, and he tried his best to shrink his body into the corner.
This is his character.
Living, characters.
Shen Liang didn't care about the bowl of sweet soup anymore. He slowly stretched out his hand towards Shao Quhan, covering the back of his cold and biting hand. He felt Shao Quhan's figure tense up instantly, but he did not retract his hand, but used a slight force to pull him out of the corner.
It's like forcibly expelling shellfish from the "home" they rely on for survival and security.
Shao Quhan started to struggle, but Shen Liang firmly restrained him and then forced him into his arms. At that moment, Shen Liang felt a sharp stabbing pain in his shoulder, as if he had been bitten by some wild beast, and blood filled the air.
He was just an ordinary person. He didn't have the endurance of Shao Quhan. Veins suddenly popped up on his forehead, and he broke out in a thick cold sweat, but he resisted not screaming.
Oh, we should be more tolerant towards mentally ill people,
We should also be more tolerant towards Shao Quhan...
Shen Liang told himself this and forced himself to relax slowly. He placed his palm on Shao Quhan's back, comforting him step by step, and then slowly hugged the other person's trembling body tightly, his voice was low, and because of the pain, he was a little more patient: "Are you afraid of the dark? I'll stay with you... "
After he finished speaking, he leaned against the wall like Shao Fanhan, sat on the floor, stretched out his legs, and kicked something in the dark, which made a clanking sound, like a medicine bottle.
Shen Liang paused for a moment, and then continued to stroke Shao Quhan's back with a serious tone: "Don't eat it next time, I really can't eat it again..."
That drug would only make his condition worse.
None of them spoke anymore, and even the flow of air seemed to slow down.
Time passed by, and Shao Fanhan didn't know if he was tired. He finally opened his mouth and let go of Shen Liang's shoulders, but the other party's embrace did not relax at all. Shen Liang groped in the darkness, and his warm fingertips landed on Shao Quhan's cold lips, unexpectedly touching the sticky blood and the other's trembling teeth.
Shen Liang lowered his head, looked at Shao Quhan steadily in the darkness, and said carefully: "Actually... I don't know how to love someone rightly..."
If he knew, he would not write bloody stories, and would have changed his career to writing love dramas long ago, right
He never felt that Shao Fanhan's love was dirty.
Although this idea is different from ordinary people, a long time ago, Shen Liang also envied this kind of extreme and almost crazy feeling. Like a blazing fire, warm and hot, with the determination and desperate determination to burn to ashes.
It’s just that he feels that he can’t have it and won’t need it. He has spent most of his time alone since he was a child. He is just an ordinary person. If nothing happens, he will not encounter too strong love and hate in his life.
Shen Liang added: "But I should know a little more than you..."
He finally said, "I can teach you."
The window blocked out the vague sound of rain outside, and the patter separated this world into two worlds. Such extremely crazy feelings cannot be tolerated by the world, so they can only be shown on paper and survive in books.
From this moment on, Shen Liang felt that he understood something, but it was difficult to describe it in words. But he finally realized that he should first teach Shao Quhan how to love someone instead of chasing after them blindly.
Shen Liang finally confirmed his thoughts: "Shao Fanhan, I will teach you."
No matter how despicable a person is, they can have a clean and pure love. It has nothing to do with whether they are worthy or not. It is the right that everyone should have. Others have no right to criticize, nor to look down upon.
Shao Fanhan just used the wrong method...
Shen Liang held Shao Quhan's face in the dark, transferred the warmth to it with his dry fingertips, and slowly traced the other person's pale and beautiful features: "From now on, I will treat you as the person I love most..."
He is like a serious and responsible teacher, while Shao Fanhan is a student with poor performance: "You have to study hard, and you will do what I do."
Shao Fanhan said nothing, his dark eyes slowly focused, and his lips and teeth were still stained with rust. He stared at Shen Liang, his chest rising and falling, and when he heard the words, the corners of his lips curled into a slight sarcastic arc, embarrassed and arrogant, not wanting to admit that his method was wrong.
He said: "No..."
Shao Fan uttered a single word, and the next second, there was warmth on his lips. Shen Liang kissed his bloody lips without warning, swallowing all the unfinished words in his stomach.
This kiss was as gentle as a gust of wind, in stark contrast to the roaring thunderstorm outside, and the warm embrace could melt people.
Shen Liang acted like he was drunk last night, and his actions were a little out of control. He didn't understand why he suddenly kissed Shao Quhan, but he felt that the blood on the corners of his lips was a bit glaring. There was a moment of confusion in my heart, and then it was suppressed by force.
"Shh..."
He covered Shao Quhan's mouth, placed his warm lips close to the other person's ear, and said seriously in the vague sound of rain: "Shao Quhan, this is a must-choose question."
It is also the biggest stumbling block in your life.
It cannot be left empty, it cannot be skipped, and it cannot be rejected.