Chen Xing slept for 20 hours before waking up. He was in good health and his fever subsided in the middle of the night.
Lin Xiucheng fell asleep lying on his bedside, his thick black hair tied into Chen Xing's arms. Chen Xing looked at the white and miserable ceiling for a while, and stretched out his hand to push Lin Xiucheng's shoulder. He had a retention needle in his left hand, and it hurt when he moved.
Lin Xiucheng also woke up, looked up at him, he didn't close his eyes for two nights, didn't change his clothes, his glasses were put aside, the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, he squinted at Chen Xing, and said something nonsense: "Wake up!" gone?"
Chen Xing looked at him for a while, laughing half to death, he laughed and laughed at him: "Master Xiu, you are not handsome anymore."
Lin Xiucheng rubbed his head, stood up and went to wash.
When Lin Xiucheng came back after washing and shaving, Chen Xing also sat up, lifted the quilt and sat cross-legged, waiting for him. It was that lawless Chen Xing again.
"I seem to have killed Lin Xiuyu." He went to touch the wound on his face. As soon as his hand touched the wound, Lin Xiucheng took it away. "I just touched it, and it hurts."
Lin Xiucheng put his hands away, sat on the side of the bed and discussed with him: "Chen Xing, when you recover, you can go to America with Gu Qing."
"Why?" Chen Xing asked him unhappily, "How long have you been there? Jiang Zhengzhen and I made an appointment to go to Europe, did you forget?"
Lin Xiucheng knew that Chen Xing had a character of forgetting the pain when his scars healed, but he never thought that his heart would be so wild: "I want to send you to the United States to study high school."
Chen Xing was stunned: "...Are you going to America?"
"I'm not going." Lin Xiucheng looked at Chen Xing's expression, unable to look at him again, and looked away.
"What are you going to do?" Chen Xing asked him.
Lin Xiucheng thought for a while, and gave him an example to make him understand: "I'm going to do a big cleaning, and I don't want you to get dusty."
Chen Xing raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you think I'm afraid of this?"
"Chen Xing," Lin Xiucheng called him, and he looked directly at Chen Xing, confessing his fear without reservation, "I am afraid."
He stretched out his arms to embrace Chen Xing, told him to lean on his shoulder, and said again, "I'm afraid."
Chen Xing stopped talking, and leaned on Lin Xiucheng's shoulder, wondering what he was thinking.
He was discharged from the hospital with arguing in the afternoon. The doctor checked him again and thought he was fine, so Chen Xing was specially approved to go home.
In the car back, Chen Xingan sat quietly, asking and answering questions. Lin Xiucheng was afraid that he would bring up the CD, but he was relieved to see him so well-behaved.
Too many things happened in the past two days, and even he didn't know how to deal with it. In Lin Xiucheng's view, Chen Xing's feelings for him were based on psychology and possessiveness, like playing with a child. Impulsive and blind, reckless, and should not be taken seriously.
After stopping downstairs, Lin Xiucheng turned off the car, and Chen Xing said, "When are you going to see me off?"
"As soon as possible," Lin Xiucheng told him, "wait until you feel better."
"I'm ready," Chen Xing unbuckled his seat belt, "I can leave anytime."
This time it was Lin Xiucheng's turn to choke. He thought it would take a long time to persuade Chen Xing to agree willingly. He was so forthright, but it made Lin Xiucheng feel awkward. Is Chen Xing really so free and easy
"After the seventh day of the lunar new year, tomorrow is New Year's Eve." Lin Xiucheng paused before saying, "You spend the new year with me."
"We have to set off firecrackers during the Chinese New Year," Chen Xing said with his head down, "and eat big fish and meat."
Lin Xiucheng endured the soreness in his chest, and promised him: "All of them."
Lin Xiucheng helped Chen Xing into the room. There were hot dishes on the dining table. Chen Xing ate a few mouthfuls and said, "Then when can I come back?"
"When you graduate from high school..." Lin Xiucheng couldn't continue, "I will visit you, it's not about life and death."
Chen Xing took a deep breath and said, "I'm full."
Put down the bowl, and limped upstairs.
Lin Xiucheng was sitting at the dining table, his head was also in a mess.
Chen Xing is ignorant, Lin Xiucheng is an adult, and can only take the responsibility of making decisions for the two of them.
He sat for a while, put away the bowl, and went up to see Chen Xing.
Chen Xing was in the bathroom, and there was the sound of rushing water. Thinking of the wound on Chen Xing's leg, Lin Xiucheng knocked on the door of his bathroom: "Chen Xing?"
The sound of water stopped. Chen Xing asked him what he was doing inside.
"Don't get water on the wound." Lin Xiucheng reminded.
Chen Xing opened the door, wearing his black nightgown, with a very ugly face: "Lin Xiucheng."
He bypassed Lin Xiucheng, sat on the sofa in his room, and looked up at him.
"So you want to pretend that nothing happened?" Chen Xing asked, his face was still steamed, expressionless, and there was a sharp look in his jade-like pupils, "Why are you so useless? Lin Xiucheng."
Lin Xiucheng wanted to explain something, but he couldn't explain it. After a long pause, he said, "Chen Xing, you are still young."
"When was your first night?" Chen Xing asked him.
"I slept with the girl from the first night, and I didn't get her name tattooed on me," Lin Xiu said, "If you don't want me to find a woman, I won't. You are the most important person to me. I don't need you." Gained by sacrifice."
Chen Xing listened carefully to what he said, and smiled instead of anger: "What you say always makes sense."
"Chen Xing," Lin Xiucheng walked over, knelt down in front of him, looked at him at the same level, like an adult talking with a child, and said patiently, "You have too little experience, you have never even talked about love. —The one with the waitress is not in love at all, how do you know what liking is?"
Seeing that Chen Xing wanted to refute, he added.
Chen Xing looked at him for a while, then said in a low voice: "Then if I go to a dozen or so people to have sex with each other, will you take me seriously?"
Lin Xiucheng frowned and wanted to teach him a lesson, but was interrupted by Chen Xing, who suddenly spread his hands in relief: "I won't do that. You're right, I'm not yet seventeen years old, and I have a lot of fresh People are waiting for me, why should I waste it on you?"
"But Dad." Chen Xing grabbed Lin Xiucheng's hand and put it on his waist, letting him feel his soft flesh through the soft silk nightgown. Three hooks, four hooks, what do you think when others see it?"
"If you don't want to mention it, don't mention it. If you tell me to go, I will go. I can wait for you to accept, but it's not indefinitely. Is that okay?" Chen Xing stood up easily and walked to the changing room. He was still walking unsteadily. , but the steps are firm, "That's it, don't get tired of crooked, and don't interfere with each other anymore."
It can only be the. Lin Xiucheng looked at Chen Xing's back.
"I'm going to change clothes. You can take me to Chinatown. I heard that there is a dragon and lion dance. I want to see it." Chen Xing said.
Lin Xiucheng could only say yes.
During the seven days of the New Year, Lin Xiucheng and his adopted son were like a pair of bitter couple before the end of the world, sticking together, not holding hands, not hugging, not willing to break up, living today without tomorrow.
At five o'clock in the first lunar month, Lin Xiucheng, according to the usual practice, lit incense in the first old building built by his grandfather in Chinatown to worship the ancestors and welcome the God of Wealth. His trusted subordinates stood in a long line at the door. Will Chen Xingjin be given these things, shut Chen Xing at home, and tell Chen Xing to go to bed first, and he will go back after lighting incense.
Lin Xiucheng explained the matter and sealed red envelopes to his subordinates. It was already three o'clock when he arrived downstairs. He lowered the car window, lit a cigarette, and wanted to wake up before going upstairs.
The elevator door not far away opened, and Chen Xing walked out.
He didn't get in the car, but stood beside the driver's seat, bent down and leaned against Lin Xiucheng's car window, smoked the cigarette in Lin Xiucheng's hand, took a sip, and said disgustedly: "Foreign cigarettes."
Lin Xiucheng was amused by his young and mature appearance: "What kind of cigarettes does Young Master Chen want to smoke, Yellow Crane Tower or Nine-Five Supreme?"
Chen Xing stuffed the Marlboro back into Lin Xiucheng's hands, walked around the front of the car, got into the passenger seat, and said, "The first time I smoked a box of Double Happiness at seven yuan and five in a canteen."
"What happened later?" Lin Xiucheng asked.
"Later," Chen Xing smiled at him very cutely, "Then the owner of the canteen's daughter liked me, so she insisted on letting me smoke the free Double Happiness."
"..."
"I came to England later, and I didn't have a lot of opportunities to smoke," Chen Xing reached out and fiddled with the air outlet of the air conditioner, and said, "If... I hadn't come out of the orphanage, I would be flying leaves in the disco toilet in Qingcheng now." maybe."
"You won't." Lin Xiucheng said firmly.
"Gu Qing told me today that you bought the photo he took of me last time," Chen Xing laughed at him, "Are you sick?"
Lin Xiucheng was a little embarrassed, and calmly explained: "I didn't buy it, but I just told him not to let it out. You have a special status, and going outside is not good for your personal safety."
Chen Xing nodded along with him, pursed his lips and smiled, completely different from usual quietness.
Abnormality is a monster, Lin Xiucheng foresees that Chen Xing will give him a problem.
"I'm reading a magazine today." Chen Xing suddenly leaned over, his face just a finger away from Lin Xiucheng, "The one you put on the coffee table saw the Lake District."
Lin Xiucheng refused to accept Chen Xing's bright eyes, but Chen Xing didn't care, he moved closer, and put his face on Lin Xiucheng's shoulder: "Lake District, Dad! My trip to Europe was ruined, and I was left in England. It's been two days, and you won't take me around!"
Such a ridiculous idea should be killed in the cradle, what a fool.
So Lin Xiucheng went upstairs to catch up on four hours of sleep, and took the high-speed train to Windermere with Chen Xing.
Breathing the damp and cold air in the lake area, Chen Xing was wrapped in long down and ran around, his bright black eyes hidden behind the white breath he exhaled.
He is now a little below Lin Xiucheng's eyes, and he has grown by seven or eight centimeters since he arrived in London a year ago. He keeps close to Lin Xiucheng, pretending to be very cold.
"Where are we going now?" he asked. "Have you been to the Lake District? With whom?"
Lin Xiucheng came to the Lake District when he was camping in high school, and hid in a tent with his little girlfriend at night. Out of many detailed and comprehensive considerations, he chose the first question to answer: "Go to the hotel first."
The two got out of the station and hailed a car, and Chen Xing reported the name of the hotel.
Lin Xiucheng felt that he was really stupid, being played in the palm of a seventeen-year-old child. When Chen Xing went downstairs in the early morning, everything was ordered, just waiting for him to take the bait.
The hotel is by the lake, a private hotel, lake view, big bed room.
Lin Xiucheng stood beside the full-length mirror with a half-smile, looking at Chen Xing who had left his coat on the sofa chair. Chen Xing was only wearing a light gray sweater, with half of his collarbone exposed.
Chen Xing turned around and asked him harmlessly: "What's wrong with you?"
Lin Xiucheng shook his head, he wanted to see what Chen Xing was up to.
After putting away the things, they went for a stroll around the area. Chen Xing took a few photos and sent them to Gu Qing, asking him to rate them. Gu Qing was very rude and told him not to spoil the beauty of the lake area.
Aggrieved, Chen Xing showed Lin Xiucheng the photo, and asked, "What's wrong with my photo?"
Lin Xiucheng slapped the table with a smile: "Honey, you haven't focused yet!"
There is also a very bizarre so-called owl close-up by Chen Xing, in which a large dead branch covers four-fifths of the screen's lake view, and eight human faces enter the scene.
Seeing that Lin Xiucheng also laughed at him, Chen Xing hugged his phone angrily and went to take pictures elsewhere.
In the evening, the two of them went back to the hotel and ate the dinner made by the owner. Chen Xing had enough to eat, and played with the dog by the lake in the backyard. He was still wearing his clothes, and after playing with his coat, he hopped around on the dry grass with the dog in his sweater. Not long after, Lin Xiucheng took him back.
When it was time to go to bed, Lin Xiucheng sat on one side of the bed, and Chen Xing also sat on the other side of the bed in a regular manner. They said good night to each other, lifted the corner of the quilt and lay down in it.
After being silent for an unknown amount of time, one hand climbed onto Lin Xiucheng's arm. Chen Xing's fingers were a little cold, not as soft and smooth as a woman's, which belonged to Chen Xing's unique coldness.
Lin Xiucheng didn't fall asleep, he just opened his eyes slightly under the dim light of the night light, waiting for Chen Xing's next move. After a long time, Chen Xing slowly moved over, hooked his legs with him, and put his forehead on his back.
The hand on Lin Xiucheng's arm slipped down and fell into the gap of his bathrobe, touching the muscles of his lower abdomen vaguely. Lin Xiucheng endured for a while, Chen Xing probed further and further, he couldn't bear it anymore, reached out and grabbed Chen Xing's hand, turned around, turned on the bedside lamp, and pinched Chen Xing's chin to tell him to look at him.
"Are you still sleeping?" Lin Xiucheng asked with a straight face.
Chen Xing rolled his eyes, but didn't look at him.
Lin Xiucheng wanted to teach him a lesson, but Chen Xing pushed him down on the bed. Chen Xing straddled his long legs and sat on Lin Xiucheng.
"I don't think I'm going to do something, sorry for staying up so late," Chen Xing said.
At such a time, Lin Xiucheng had enough time to relax. He asked Chen Xing: "Then what are you going to do?"
Chen Xing shook his head: "How do I know, you teach me, Dad."
"Do you want to take off your clothes first?" Chen Xing asked himself. He untied his nightgown, took off his clothes, and exposed his upper body. There were still some bruises left on his body when he was kidnapped, very light purple purple green A few pieces, and the edge of his panties just covered his hipbones, so he couldn't see anything.
Lin Xiucheng stared at his lower abdomen, Chen Xing understood what he meant, took Lin Xiucheng's hand and put it on the edge of his underwear: "Do you want to see it?"
"I don't want to." Lin Xiu was duplicity. He wanted to know what Chen Xing's tattoo looked like even in his dreams. He put his hand on Chen Xing's waist and couldn't move it anymore. Chen Xing took his hand and slowly pulled it off. Trouser hem.
"Don't you want to?" After pulling down a little, Chen Xing stopped and said, "Dad's hands are really weak."
He touched Lin Xiucheng's semi-hard penis again: "But Dad's is very big here."
Lin Xiucheng silently followed the speed just now, pulled down the hem of his trousers, stuck it under the hip bone, and looked straight at the black lettering on his scar.
Vincent Lim.
This is the word he signs every day, it is everywhere, and the familiar one cannot be more familiar. This name belongs to him and also represents him.
And this kind of Chen Xing seems to be his most important contract.
He signed it, and Chen Xing was his.
Chen Xing was impatient, seeing Lin Xiucheng's delay in responding, he bent down and wanted to kiss him.
Lin Xiucheng pressed his shoulder, pushed him away, took a few quick breaths, and said, "Chen Xing, no."
Not yet.
Chen Xing's eyes turned cold. He looked at Lin Xiucheng silently for a few seconds, jumped off him, put on his clothes, put on a scarf, put on a coat, and walked out the door.
"I'm going to San Francisco by myself tomorrow morning, don't send me off," Chen Xing stood at the door of the room, suddenly remembered something, and turned back to tell Lin Xiucheng.
Immediately afterwards, he closed the door.