Xia Xingcheng sat down beside the bed and slowly drank the porridge that Yang Youming brought him. The pumpkin tasted sweet and the millet porridge was delicate and glutinous. He drank it one by one, feeling the warm porridge sliding down his throat and filling his empty stomach gradually.
But what if the stomach is full, the emptiness that he has hidden in the bottom of his heart will become clearer once the hypocritical surface is torn apart, and it cannot be filled no matter what.
Xia Xingcheng put the empty bowl on the bedside table and walked towards the terrace.
It was pitch black outside, and the range of light that could be reflected was very limited. It was obvious that there was an endless sea not far away, but nothing could be seen in the darkness.
I can only hear the sound of the sea breeze and waves, and then the vast and distant scene emerges in my mind. This kind of openness makes people's minds open, as if in front of the majestic and magnificent nature, human beings are too small to be worth mentioning. .
This made Xia Xingcheng want to completely integrate into the dark nature for a moment. The thin bathrobe on his body was torn by the sea breeze, as if it had become a burden. He almost wanted to tear off all restraints and jump off the terrace impulsively. Let yourself do whatever you want once.
But he couldn't. Even if it was pitch black, he didn't know if there were other eyes lurking at him indifferently. Once he broke the shackles and jumped down desperately, he would never come back.
After all, he can only walk on the right track of life and dare not deviate a step, because the price is too great, he can't bear it.
Xia Xingcheng stood until his whole body was completely cold. He stepped back from the terrace, reached out and closed the glass sliding door, and turned off the lights on the second floor.
He didn't know what Yang Youming was doing, and he didn't know if Yang Youming would come up to sleep, but he still only occupied half of the bed and half of the quilt, leaving the other half empty.
After lying down quietly, Xia Xingcheng found that he could still hear the sound of the waves through the glass door, and from time to time he could hear the laughter from the pool outside the villa, but the sound of the waves seemed to be closer and clearer. There was still light on the first floor, but he couldn't hear anything. He didn't seem to hear Yang Youming go out, but he wasn't sure if he was still in the house.
After a period of time, Xia Xingcheng estimated that more than ten minutes later, the lights on the first floor suddenly turned off, and the whole room fell into darkness.
Xia Xingcheng lay on the bed and tried his best to open his eyes, carefully listening to the movement on the first floor. Not long after, he heard footsteps going upstairs.
There is only one bed on the second floor.
Knowing this fact clearly, Xia Xingcheng's heart beat violently, he almost held his breath, and followed the footsteps in the dark to capture Yang Youming's route.
Yang Youming came upstairs and stopped by the bed.
Xia Xingcheng's eyes gradually got used to the darkness, and through the street lamp light coming in from one side window, the figure of Yang Youming standing beside the bed appeared in front of him.
He didn't dare to move, afraid that Yang Youming would leave if he moved.
In the end, Yang Youming didn't leave, but opened the empty half of the quilt and lay down on the bed.
Xia Xingcheng felt the bed on that side sink slightly, and then he smelled the smell of water mixed with the scent of shower gel. Yang Youming had just taken a shower.
The bed was very wide, and the quilt was very wide. They were lying side by side under the same quilt, but they didn't touch each other.
Yang Youming didn't speak or move after lying down.
Xia Xingcheng waited quietly for a while, then turned over uneasily, the belt of his bathrobe had long since loosened, and the open bathrobe was not much different from being naked.
But even if he turned over, he was careful not to touch Yang Youming.
Yang Youming said softly at this time, "Didn't fall asleep?"
Xia Xingcheng replied, "Well, I can't sleep."
Yang Youming also turned over to face him and said to him, "Go to bed early, you are tired."
Xia Xingcheng objected to Yang Youming pointlessly: "I'm not tired."
Yang Youming was silent for a while, then said solemnly, "Do you still want to go out?"
Xia Xingcheng was stunned for a while, and said, "I'm not going. I want to stay here." After speaking, he realized that he shouldn't have said the second sentence.
Yang Youming was silent again.
Xia Xingcheng bent his legs impatiently and said, "What if I don't have clothes to wear tomorrow morning?"
Yang Youming said, "I gave your clothes to the hotel staff to wash, and they will be dried and delivered tomorrow morning."
Xia Xingcheng listened quietly, then asked after a while, "Are your panties also washed?"
Yang Youming said: "I asked him to send a new one, and it was cleaned, disinfected and dried first."
Xia Xingcheng said "um" softly, "Thank you, Brother Ming."
Silence fell between them again.
Xia Xingcheng was unwilling to fall asleep like this, but he didn't know what else he had to say to Yang Youming, and he didn't want to start the topic at will to make him seem very deliberate.
As a result, Yang Youming asked him first, "Is it better?"
Xia Xingcheng didn't react at first, he looked at Yang Youming's outline in the dark, "What?"
Yang Youming said, "Is your stomach better?"
Xia Xingcheng finally understood, he subconsciously put his hand on his upper abdomen and said, "It's much better."
Yang Youming did not continue to speak.
Xia Xingcheng bit his lip and asked him, "Brother Ming, why did you come alone?"
Yang Youming didn't answer his question directly, but instead asked after a while, "Who should I come with?"
Xia Xingcheng held his breath slightly, and then said with a lot of strength, "Your wife."
Yang Youming didn't speak.
Xia Xingcheng was waiting first, but after waiting for a long time, he realized that Yang Youming was not going to answer his question, but he raised his head reluctantly, leaned closer to Yang Youming, and said, "Why don't you come together."
They were so close, they could even feel each other's breath.
Yang Youming has always been calm and calm. He said, "If she doesn't want to come, she won't come."
Xia Xingcheng unexpectedly asked the next question: "Brother Ming, how are you?" This was a question that had been pressing in Xia Xingcheng's heart for a long time. He told himself not to think about it, but as time passed, not only did this question not disappear. Instead, it continued to expand. At this moment, he couldn't see Yang Youming's face, so he couldn't help but ask.