Contemplating the past and standing in the setting sun

The wound was bandaged, and neither of them said a word during the whole process, but when he touched and disinfected, the man's breath suddenly became heavier, spraying on the boy's neck...

After treating the man's wound, the man seemed extremely tired and fell asleep on his body. The young man looked up at the sky, and the moon hidden in the sky came out at some point, and the bright and bright moonlight shone on the man's face. With a hard and handsome face, thin lips tightly closed, and brows furrowed tightly, the young man seemed to relax a bit, sighed, thinking, there should be no one at home now...

When a little bird flew in the treetops and sang the first song, the warm sunshine sprinkled on the man's face, the man grunted in pain, clutched his head and slowly woke up from a bed, surrounded by him. Surrounded by a very simple room, even the bed is just a hard board with a quilt, a fan not far away is shaking its head, blowing a cool breeze, there is a table and a The chair and the table are neatly arranged with books. This room should be the person who helped him treat his wound last night... The man slowly supported his body and sat up from the bed. Unexpectedly, the wound was too serious. The man He fell to the ground with a cry of pain. As soon as the boy came in, he saw the man lying on the ground. He put down the steamed bun in his hand, ran over and slowly picked up the man's upper body. Maybe he was malnourished. She is extraordinarily petite, so her strength is not very strong. It took a lot of strength for the boy to lift the man up and sit on the ground...

"Name." The man asked suddenly, breaking the silence in the room.

"I...I..." The young man swallowed and continued trembling, "Chen Sixiang..."

The man nodded, the boy stood up and took the steaming steamed buns on the table and handed them to the man. The man said thank you and began to eat it. Although the taste was not very delicious, it was considered a relatively good food for his current situation. .

"Li Canyang." The man said suddenly.

"Huh?" The boy looked at the man.

"my name."

Li Canyang?Si Xiang suddenly blushed, the man's name and his own name reminded him of a poem by Nalan Xingde, "Whoever thinks that the west wind is cool alone, the yellow leaves are rustling and the windows are closed, and the sun is setting when contemplating the past."Suddenly, he found that he liked his name very much... Thinking of this, Si Xiang suddenly laughed, but how could someone else's name have anything to do with him, it's just a coincidence, why should he think so, and the one from last night The fiery kiss, fiery and domineering, imprisoned his body and soul. Thinking of this, Si Xiang's face blushed all of a sudden, perhaps afraid of being discovered, Si Xiang hurriedly lowered his head, wanting to use the long hair on his forehead. The bangs covered the flushed cheeks and unbearable thoughts, the sun was mischievous, jumping vigorously towards the face of the yearning, the young man under the scene looked extraordinarily warm and gentle in the pair of cold eyes, Li Canyang didn't know why , My face suddenly became hot, could it be because it was too hot?Li Canyang panicked and lowered his head to continue eating the buns. Halfway through the meal, Li Canyang paused, feeling that the buns in his hands seemed to be delicious and especially warm. Thinking of this, Li Canyang suddenly sneered and said it was just a bun , Think of a ghost!

After staying in this small room for several days, Li Canyang's wounds healed a little after Sixiang's treatment, he was able to stand up completely, and he was able to take care of himself completely. He just stayed in this room, although there was very little furniture in the room. , but it is considered complete. There is only a small cabinet next to the simple two-meter bed, which seems to be made of wood. There is a photo album lying on the cabinet. Li Canyang reached out and picked up the photo album. A very bright young man, behind him is a man and a woman hugging and smiling happily. This young man should be Chen Sixiang, and this man and woman are his parents. This photo album looks very warm and gentle, It seemed to bring a gentle magic, which made Li Canyang laugh too. This feeling was just like the feeling Chen Sixiang brought to him. It seemed to be a feeling that Chen Sixiang had. Thinking itself is a ray of sunshine, just as Li Canyang was engrossed in his thoughts, there was a sound of "bang" outside, followed by a woman's scream, he opened the door and saw a heavily made-up man through the small crack. The woman, the woman's face is particularly majestic and frightening, and she still has a smashed chair in her hand. The woman seems to be still unwilling, and then throws at the boy on the ground. Li Canyang rushes out of the room, blocking After sitting on the chair that fell down, the woman was stunned for a moment, and seeing the boy and the man in front of her, she suddenly burst out laughing, "Oh, the stinky kid is still hiding a man, I didn't expect the stinky kid to want to be raped by a man." Well, today I will fulfill you, go to Huangquan Road and show it to Granny Meng, hahahahahaha, isn’t this exciting?!” Then he threw the chair in his hand at the man and child in front of him, Just as the man was about to stand up and block the chair that fell on them, the teenager next to the man suddenly yelled "Mom!" Containing a lot of grievances and bitterness, the woman suddenly paused, and then laughed loudly again, "Hahahahaha, mom!" !? You call me mom? You pervert, troublemaker, do you still have the face to call me mom? Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha' As if tired of laughing, the woman put down the chair in her hand and looked at the mirror at the door. Putting on delicate makeup, he opened the door and left, leaving behind a knocking sound, the boy fell to the ground suddenly, and there was a whimpering sound, Li Canyang slowly helped the boy up, and leaned the boy's head against him In his arms, Li Canyang didn't know how to comfort others, but he thought that this was the best comfort he could give at this time...

I don't know Si Xiang cried for a long time, Li Canyang could only keep stroking Si Xiang's head, again and again, as if time had become gentler.

The author has something to say: what's going on here. .Obviously I wrote so much in my notes, copied so much, but some of them are gone (???), Assi, but I hope you don’t mind wow (???)