Saturday is the day when Jian Huaichen is discharged from the hospital.
Xiao Heng got up early in the morning to clean the apartment, checked the stewed pig's trotters in the pot before going out, cooked them slowly over a low heat, calculated the round trip time, and thought it should be just right.
Walking downstairs in the community, he looked back, the apartment windows were buried in a neat pattern, but he could recognize the place that Jian Huaichen called home.
However, he smiled slightly. When he was hospitalized, the young man gave him the house and a car as a gift.
There was a flower shop on the way to the hospital, Xiao Heng hesitated and pulled over. Treat it like rent, he thought, after all, being out of the hospital is something to be happy about.
The florist warmly greeted the guest who was driving a white Cayenne.
"Sir, are you going to give it to your girlfriend? How about this one? The color is right, and girls like it."
Xiao Heng was noncommittal, his eyes glanced at a smear of snow beside him, but he couldn't look away anymore, and a clear smile of a young man appeared in his mind.
"what is that?"
"He Xueshan rose is a kind of white rose, very romantic."
She really looks like Jian Huaichen, he thought.
When he returned to the car, he held a bouquet of snow mountain roses that were about to bloom in his hands. Unlike other varieties that were in full bloom, it was the most beautiful in a tolerant gesture.
All the way.
What expression will he show? Xiao Heng stopped at the door of the ward, thinking that sending flowers seemed a bit outdated.
However, he didn't think for long before the door opened.
"I heard footsteps." The man's stern face appeared in front of his eyes, with a faint smile, "Why, are you surprised?"
Xiao Heng was about the same height as him, and he saw the empty hospital bed behind Shaoyang at a glance.
He clenched the hand holding the bouquet tightly. What does this mean? Jian Huaichen, what does this mean!
"Xiao Heng, come home with me." Seeing that he was sullen and silent, Shao Yang reached out to hug him.
Xiao Heng avoided his hand coldly: "Go home? Is that my home? Isn't it enough that you have used me for six years? Why, Jian Huaichen didn't agree to you? Or do you think I should always wait and be prepared? fetal?"
It's ridiculous, people really love to take themselves seriously! He is like this, so is Shaoyang!
"No, Xiao Heng, you are not a spare tire, I just now..."
"You just want to understand that you love me? Then what is Jian Huaichen? Shaoyang, I can't bear your love." He sneered, but there was no trace of nostalgia in his heart.
"Xiao Heng, Ah Heng, I..."
"Don't call me Ah Heng!"
Shao Yang was startled, looked at his bloodshot eyes, and at the bouquet of roses, not daring or willing to admit that something seemed to be out of control...
"Xiao Heng!" He took a deep breath, lowered his posture and begged, "Go home, okay? For Ah Chen's sake, he really hopes that I can save you, so give me another chance."
Every time he said a word, Xiao Heng's face turned pale.
"... Shaoyang, don't forget that Jian Huaichen used to be my rival in love, you want me to take care of him?" He didn't know how he was feeling now, and he didn't want to know either.
Go home, he just wants to go home.
He had no memory of what Shaoyang said later, and when he regained consciousness in a daze, he was already sitting in Jian Huaichen's apartment, still holding the bouquet of roses in his hand.
The burning smell wafted from the kitchen, Xiao Heng sat on the sofa blankly, motionless, as still as a sculpture, but at a certain moment, he suddenly raised his hand and slammed the bouquet against the wall.
The roses were well packaged, with a few petals scattered on the ground, still with an elegant beauty.
Xiao Heng raised his hand and covered his eyes.
He wanted to ask Jian Huaichen, why? But he wanted to ask himself more, Xiao Heng, why are you
{Warning, warning, the hero's blackness is 100%~(≧o≦) Sao Nian, love life, defend chastity, start now! }
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Luo Shutu shook his hand, and the soup in the spoon poured out.
"Oh, master, didn't you splash it?" Aunt Qin on the side hurriedly took the towel, wiped it and scolded, "I said that Aunt Qin came to feed you, and when I grow up, will you dislike me?"
Because Jian's father and mother are not in the country all year round, she almost took care of Jian Huaichen from childhood, and she has no children, so her feelings are naturally deep.
Luo Shutu smiled: "Aunt Qin is like my sister, how old is she?"
"All right, all right, don't make me happy. I'm going to see Chinese medicine. I'll drink it later. It's said that bones can grow fast."
"Um."
Hmph, why did you leave the apartment to Heng Xiao? Isn't it just for this time!
Blackening or something, I can hold it!
In a blink of an eye, the wind blows in October.
Shaoyang began to appear frequently, with gentle eyes and sincere words, just like he treated Jian Huaichen.
It's a pity that he is neither sad nor happy now, so calm that he can't make any waves, Xiao Heng thought lightly.
He watched Shaoyang circle around, neither rejecting nor accepting, occasionally showing a little smile, the other party was as happy as if he had won a reward.
Before the National Day holiday, Shaoyang invited him to travel together. After being perfunctory a few times, he tactfully stopped mentioning it, and only said that he would come to the apartment to see him.
Yes, he still lives in Jian Huaichen's apartment, and it's vacant, not to mention why can't he live in it? Sometimes he even thought naively, let’s go, when you come back, the man and the house are mine, what else do you have
On the first day of the long holiday, fireworks were set off in the community, the gorgeous light was bright and dark, sometimes it was lively and sometimes lonely.
Xiao Heng stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, drinking slowly.
The wine is dry red from the wine cabinet in the apartment, and it has a lot of stamina. He didn't drink well, he sat down by the window after drinking a bottle and a half, his whole body was hot, his temples hurt slightly, and his mind was full of chaos.
Will he die here? Although this question is stupid... But he suddenly became afraid, living here so stubbornly, but in fact, Jian Huaichen doesn't care about an apartment at all, right
Maybe he has forgotten that there is such a person as him. If someone mentions it one day, he will give a light hum and continue to live his life with stars and moons, just like ordinary people who hear the unexpected death of an old classmate. Maybe there is regret. But it's just the regret of that second, the past is clean.
He clutched his throbbing stomach, poured the wine glass on the floor in his hand, the wine was voluptuous, winding like blood.
"Heng?"
There was a hallucination... Xiao Heng smiled softly.
"Ah Heng, why do you drink so much?" A hand touched his forehead, and it felt warm and cool.
He raised his head and grabbed the hand.
A firework exploded outside the window, blooming in the eyes of the young man, fleeting.
Probably because the force was too heavy, the young man unconsciously frowned, with an innocent expression on his face, he struggled a little, and said, "Heng, don't be nervous, it's me, let it go, okay?"
I'm not drunk, Xiao Heng looked at that clean and beautiful face and thought, his eyes subconsciously locked on the other's pale pink lips.
Luo Shutu had just removed the plaster cast on his left hand, so he couldn't do much, so he continued to rescue his imprisoned right hand, coaxing patiently: "Be obedient, Ah Heng, let go, you're drunk, I'll help you..."
Halfway through the conversation, it stopped abruptly.
Xiao Heng's hand was still holding his right hand, but the other hand clasped his chin, and the fingertips rubbed vigorously on the opened and closed lips until it glowed bright red.
"... Ah Heng, you do—uh!"
Since he thinks he is drunk, is it not surprising that drunk people do anything
The moment his lips met, Xiao Heng sighed in his heart, it was so soft...
And, so sweet.
He has never wanted to possess a person so aggressively, from flesh and blood to soul, even the skin and bones, he wished he could just swallow it in his stomach, and there would be no chance of separation.
The young man's reaction was extremely jerky, as if he was stunned, he let him suck his lips in his mouth, and only when he slipped his tongue out and slipped into the unsuspecting slightly parted lips, did he start to dodge in a panic, his tongue hastily wanted to ravage the inside of his mouth. The things that belonged to him were pushed out, but they were cleverly used. In the end, it was impossible to tell whether it was catering or resistance.
The sound of swallowing saliva was accompanied by sticky panting, and the atmosphere was ambiguous and warm.
After finishing with unfinished content, he licked the young man's lips, seeing that the other party's expression had obviously not recovered, let go of his hand, and stroked his hair.
"Ah..." The young man looked at him bewilderedly, with tears in the corners of his eyes, red and swollen lips, and his expression was no longer as elegant as usual, as seductive as he wanted.
Xiao Heng's heart skipped a beat, and he turned his face away.
The living room fell silent.
"... Ah Heng," the young man said in a young voice, "It seems that you are really drunk this time, do you have a headache?"
Xiao Heng was stunned, he didn't expect the other party to react so indifferently, so even if he wasn't the one who kissed him just now, would he still indulge him like this? !
He suppressed his inexplicable anger and narrowed his eyes: "Can anyone kiss you when they're drunk? You really don't pick..."
"...Well," the young man smiled slightly and spoke softly, "However, Ah Heng is different, because it is someone else's words, I will let him take responsibility."
"It would be great if Ah Heng was someone else, I thought about it this way..." He said, touching Xiao Heng's face with his right hand, "Fortunately, he is drunk, so I won't remember after sleeping like that."
Xiao Heng looked at him, feeling vaguely that the next words might be very important.
"I like Ah Heng," said the young man, "but Ah Heng is dating Shaoyang, so it doesn't make sense to say that..."
like? !
Jian Huaichen said he liked it? He grabbed the other person's hand in astonishment, and asked eagerly, "What did you say? You just said you liked me?"
"Yeah, I like you, come on, get up quickly," the young man still treated him as if he was drunk, coaxing a child, "I'll make you honey water, can you go to bed and lie down?"
Xiao Heng didn't speak, nor refused him, and let the other party pull him into the guest room obediently.
The young man came in quickly with honey water, and smiled when he saw him sitting quietly on the bedside: "Heng is so good, so drink the water obediently too." Saying that, he sat down and brought the cup to Xiao Xiao. Hung lips.
He must have tried the temperature and sweetness by himself, the young man's lips were bewitched.
Xiao Heng shook his head slightly, the feeling of kissing his lips and tongue before clearly emerged, his emotional panting, his eyes stained with color, his jerky reaction... His Adam's apple twitched, and he leaned over uncontrollably.
"Heng, drink... wait a minute, you... um!"
The water glass was swung out casually, hitting the ground, and the person in his arms also struggled at the same moment, his lips and tongue were tightly blocked and made a whining sound, but it was all factors that could lead to crime.
"Honey flavored..." Xiao Heng clasped his right shoulder, not letting him escape, and kissed him again.
The young man's body froze, and then slowly relaxed, without any resistance, he opened his mouth obediently and let his tongue wander.
Xiao Heng pecked his lips, and when he looked up, he saw his eyes closed tightly, his eyelashes trembling, similar to an unreserved sacrificial gesture.
Under the palm is the opponent's fragile neck, and he can feel the beating of the blood under the skin. Xiao Heng gently tightened his palm, brought him over, and asked, "You like me, how can you prove it?"
The young man opened his eyes, looked at him with a blushing face, but said something that didn't match the atmosphere: "Heng, rest, I should go home..."
Isn't this your home? He didn't know what he was thinking, but before he could react, he had already said: "Do you know what I did when I was with Shaoyang? I'm the one below. In fact, it's torture for me every time, and I don't feel pleasure. Shaoyang, he will only come in from behind," he kissed the young man's face, and then said, "Because he used to like you, my back looks very similar to you...Jian Huaichen, you like me, so let me last time Well, you know... Shaoyang once wanted to fuck you so much..."
He seemed to have two consciousnesses, one was speaking cruelly, the other was watching coldly, thinking that it shouldn't be like this—but, it was already like this.
The redness on the young man's face faded completely. Looking at him, the light in his eyes dimmed little by little. Finally, he unbuttoned his shirt one by one, revealing his fair body. With a crying smile, "but try not to touch my left hand..."
This kind of smile, this kind of smile... is not suitable for Jian Huaichen, he ignores the pain in his heart and pushes him down on the bed.
"Do you know he?" He stroked the young man's face and asked softly, "Look at the cabinet on your right."
On the bedside table, there was a bouquet of elegantly colored roses, but they were obviously faded. When the young man opened his mouth to say something, the person on his body immediately swallowed his lips, and his words turned into intermittent sobs.
"I gave it to you, on the day you were discharged from the hospital."