When I saw Mr. Fang, I was wild

There was a vast expanse of whiteness in front of my eyes, and there was heavy snow, which buried the ground, revealing a bone-chilling cold.The sound of snow crushing pine branches sounded in his ears, and Cheng Yeyang had difficulty breathing, he dug some dead branches out of the snow, and hurriedly hugged them back to the cold cabin.

The firewood was wet with snow water, and he spent a long time trying to ignite it, but it made the room full of smoke and choked his nose badly.

Cheng Yeyang was lost and afraid, fanning the wind desperately, praying silently in his heart: good firewood, burn it quickly.It's too cold here.

He couldn't stop rubbing his hands to breathe, but the temperature was so low that his nose turned red and his hands and feet were cold.

The wet wood couldn't be ignited, it was burnt black, and only emitted a weak temperature and a large puff of black smoke.

"Cough...cough."

There was a sound from the dilapidated bed in the room, Cheng Yeyang walked over nervously, and looked at the person on the bed: "Are you awake?"

That man was handsome, but it was a pity that he was sick and haggard, with no color on his face.

He coughed a few more times, showing a somewhat exhausted appearance.The man stretched out a hand from under the quilt, pale and slender, but so thin that the bones could almost be seen.

Cheng Yeyang hurriedly held that hand, barely using his own low body temperature to cover it for him.

There was a slight smile on the man's face, and his voice was as soft as if it would break at the touch of a touch: "Ono."

Cheng Yeyang put his hand on his cheek, looked into his eyes: "I am here."

The man lightly touched Cheng Yeyang's face with his fingers, rubbing it over and over again, his eyes lingered greedily on the boy's face.

It was getting colder in the room, and the cold wind gushed in through the broken windows, whistling.

"I really want to keep looking at you," he said.

Cheng Yeyang looked at him incredulously, his voice trembling: "Look at me, I'm so close to you."

He came closer again, squatted down, and let the man have a good look at him.

The man closed his eyes slightly, took Cheng Yeyang's left hand with his weak hand, and placed it on his heart: "I know, it's very close. You are here."

Cheng Yeyang turned his head, trying to hold back his tears.

The man half-opened his eyes again, and recalled: "I have seen a lot of scenery in my life, but it is a pity that I am about to die on this snow-capped mountain. I have never enjoyed a snow-covered scene once." He smiled again, "Taxue Xun Mei, such a good thing has nothing to do with me."

Cheng Ye Yang red eyes: "You are talking nonsense. When you are well tomorrow, I will take you to find plums. You told me that you will always be with me."

The man's eyes narrowed slightly, and he coughed a few more times, as if he couldn't bear the words.

He coughed with tears in his eyes: "Xiao Ye, don't blame me. I'm afraid I won't make it."

Cheng Yeyang was in so much pain that he was reluctant to let go: "I won't allow it. You have to count on what you say. In this life, you have to be with me."

Hearing these words, the eyes of the person on the bed suddenly lit up with astonishing brilliance, and he stretched out his bony hand to caress Narito Yang's hair.

His hands were almost chilly, making Narino Yang almost shiver from the cold, but the young man resisted not making a sound, and obediently lowered his head to let him caress.

"Is it still snowing outside?" he asked.

"Below."

The man took a lot of effort to sit up, buried his head and kissed Cheng Yeyang's hair.

"Then you can remember, when the snow stops, go down the mountain quickly."

Cheng Yeyang hugged his thin body, sobbing: "I won't go."

"Go and wait for me." The man said, "Put on the stars and wear the moon, I will always return."

"You lied." Cheng Yeyang burst into tears, "I will walk with you. I will die with you when I die."

"I won't die." The man raised Cheng Yeyang's head and stroked his chin, "Trust me."

Cheng Yeyang looked at him blankly: "Really?"

The man gently kissed his lips: "As long as you don't want me to die, I won't die. This disease, I want it to go, it will never beat you."

Cheng Yeyang knew that he was lying, but he had no reason to make him sad.He said with difficulty: "Okay. I'll wait for you and keep waiting."

"Ono." The man murmured.

Narino Yang replied: "I am here."

"Accompany you." He said.

"Well."

The window was slamming, the man's low voice was gradually covered up, his pale fingers lost all strength and fell to the edge of the bed, and tears dripped from the corners of his eyes.

Cheng Yeyang sat up suddenly, covered his cheeks with his hands, and cried bitterly.

Fang Yuwei heard the sound next door, immediately put on clothes and got up, and went to Cheng Yeyang's room.

The boy was crying so sadly that he kept shaking his shoulders on the big bed.The quilt also fell to the bottom of the bed, and he was only wearing unlined clothing, his back was heaving and weeping heartbreakingly.

Fang Yuwei picked up the quilt, put it on him, and asked softly, "What's the matter, Xiaoye? Did you have a nightmare?"

When Cheng Yeyang heard the voice exactly like that of the man in the dream, he was so wronged as if the sky had fallen and no one paid attention to him, he straightened up, and the quilt slipped off again.

Fang Yuwei was helpless, afraid that he would catch a cold, and was about to pick up the quilt again when he heard the boy's voice:

"hug me."

Fang Yuwei's movements stopped, and he slowly moved his eyes to look at the tear-stained boy.

"Hold me." He urged.

Fang Yuwei didn't hesitate anymore, threw the quilt away, got into bed and hugged him firmly in his arms.Patting his back with his left hand, wrapping the back of his head with his right hand, his voice lost his usual frivolity and was so gentle that he said, "Hey, don't be afraid. I'm here, Xiao Ye, don't cry."

"Fang Yuwei." His voice came out muffled.This time he didn't call him Mr. Fang, but called him by his first name.

Fang Yuwei felt a heat in his heart, he didn't know whether it was more surprise or more joy.

"Here." Fang Yuwei responded.

"Don't leave me." Narino Yang cried, "I'm afraid."

Fang Yuwei just felt that his heart was smashed, and all the warmth was leaked out, wishing to give him everything.Fang Yuwei kissed his forehead: "If you don't leave, you won't leave even if you die."

When Cheng Yeyang found his hand, he was no longer shy, squeezed his fingers in and interlocked with his.

The dream is frightening, but the sweetheart can overcome the nightmare.

Narino Yang looked up into his eyes, determined to reverse the dream: "Will you die without leaving me?"

Fang and Wei's eyes were full of tenderness, and they actually said the same words as in the dream: "What is death? You are the most important thing, and death can never defeat you. It wants me to go, and I will not obey it."

Cheng Yeyang hoarse voice: "I just dreamed that you died."

Fang Yu smiled and rubbed his hair: "Don't think about it. You haven't called me Dad on the bed according to your 'solitary copy'. I don't want to die."

Cheng Yeyang's face darkened: "Give it back to me!"

The author has something to say: emmmmm today's update doesn't seem very good.

I have too many bad tastes, and I just want to see Fang and Weibing look crooked, haha.I was wrong QAQ

Tomorrow will definitely be sweet!