cold flame

When Gao Wenxuan came home from get off work, the sky was already black and low. Only a small warm yellow lamp was lit in the living room, and the rest of the house was completely dark.Even so, it was quite different from the usual coldness and silence.

He approached the sofa, and saw that the person lying in the middle was sleeping peacefully, wearing the same pajamas and knitted jacket as yesterday, and the room was well heated. Gao Wenxuan took a plush blanket from the bedroom and covered Lin Mo.

Lin Mo lay on his back. He seemed to be falling asleep extremely exhausted. He didn't even take off his earphones. Gao Wenxuan helped him take off the earphones, and he listened to them for a while. It really was piano music. On a piano, neatly arranged black and white keys are emerging from the open lid, waiting for someone to play it again.

Under the dim light, the slender eyelashes are like two soft and dark feathers, which make people want to touch them. Thinking of the pair of bright eyes under the cover, they always show a calm and arrogant indifference. Gao Wenxuan's A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth unconsciously.

He didn't wake up the other party, and went to the kitchen alone to prepare dinner.When the fragrant dishes came out, Lin Mo happened to wake up too.

"The time is right, come over for dinner."

Lin Mo looked down at the plush blanket on his body.Silently walked to the table and sat down.

Gao Wenxuan had already put away the tableware, and smiled opposite him, "Taste my cooking."

There were two dishes and one soup on the table for lunch, and a new dish was steamed sea bass. Lin Mo was slightly surprised, but still showed no expression on his face.

"Eat this, don't you like fish the most?"

As Gao Wenxuan spoke, he held a piece of meat from the fish maw with his chopsticks and stretched it out in front of Lin Mo. The latter leaned forward slightly, and took the fish meat into his mouth with the chopsticks stretched in the air.It was only when he swallowed it that he realized something was wrong. His tired eyes immediately cleared up after waking up. Lin Mo looked up at the person opposite, who was also tasting fresh and tender fish.

"Not bad, right?" Gao Wenxuan met his eyes, and before he could answer, he continued to add food to Lin Mo with his chopsticks, "This fish has no spines, so it's easy to eat."

This meal of dinner was finished amidst Gao Wenxuan's contented chat and Lin Mo's silence. After the meal, Gao Wenxuan also cut up the fruit for a rare occasion and brought them to the coffee table in the living room.

"When will you take a shower?"

Lin Mo, who was sitting and staring at the TV, immediately said, "I didn't go out today, so I don't need to take a shower."

Gao Wenxuan raised his eyebrows: "Oh? Then it seems that I need to wash your hair."

"Need not."

"You have a wound on your face." Gao Wenxuan reminded, and said in an indisputable tone, "I'll wash it for you, and change your dressing after washing."

After that, he pulled Lin Mo from the sofa and took him to the bathroom, covered his face with a dry towel, turned on the shower to wet his hair, and began to scratch his scalp carefully, but the project was completed within half an hour.

Sitting on the sofa with wet hair, feeling the hot wind flowing between the hair and Gao Wenxuan's fingers, the blower whistling, the sound close to the ear seemed to be restless in the heart, making Lin Mo feel a surge A sense of strangeness.

"Is there no one else who has washed your hair like this except Mom?" Gao Wenxuan suddenly asked with a smile behind him.

Lin Mo thought for a while before replying, "And my sister."

"Then I am the third one, which is not bad. You are the first person I serve to wash and dry my hair."

Lin Mo was stunned for a while, but didn't make a sound.

"Momo, your hair quality is really good." After finishing speaking, he still rubbed the top of his head, "Okay, let's change your dressing."

Gao Wenxuan took out the externally applied medicine and gauze from the cabinet under the coffee table, and after sterilizing the wound, he uncovered the wound sticker on Lin Mo's face, and applied the medicine little by little with a cotton swab. Lin Mo lifted his chin, feeling slightly coolness.

"Does it still hurt?"

"No pain."

"Fortunately, the injury here is not serious," Gao Wenxuan said softly.

Lin Mo saw that the other party turned his wrist slightly, and his eyes were almost focused on his injury. From such a close distance, it seemed that he could easily see the concern and tenderness in those eyes.

After re-attaching the gauze, Gao Wenxuan took Lin Mo's right hand and placed it on the cushion on his knees. He looked at Lin Mo with the same gaze as before, and said slowly, "Next is this hand."

The white gauze was unwound layer by layer. In addition to the color of the drug, it was also dotted with bloodstains. The more it was unwrapped, the tighter Gao Wenxuan's brows were.The last thing I saw was a slender palm with a huge hole in the middle.

Gao Wenxuan gently held Lin Mo's fingertips, seeing the gloomy and disappointed face of the other party who couldn't bear to see the wound, said: "Since it is a wound, it will heal at some point, I will help you apply the medicine, if it hurts, bear it first. "

Gao Wenxuan breathed a sigh of relief after the medicine was wrapped in white gauze, while Lin Mo kept his original sitting posture motionless, as if lost in thought.

"Want to watch a movie?"

Lin Mo shook his head and said in a low voice, "I want to go back to my room to rest."

After speaking, he got up and left, Gao Wenxuan looked at the closed door of the other party, and then started to do his own thing after a while.

After these few days, the way the two get along has not changed in any way, it is basically a question-and-answer format. Most of the time, Gao Wenxuan gets rejection from the other party, but he never minds it and always has a smile on his face Ask Lin Mo to take a bath, eat, or even watch boring variety shows on the sofa.

It seems that these trivial things have become Gao Wenxuan's daily work, but it has endowed him with more things beyond his mission and responsibility, making him always do these trivial things with interest and anticipation that he can't understand, savoring The time alone with Lin Mo.

And Lin Mo's taciturnity was a barrier that kept them from getting closer to intimacy, and it was also the worry and hopelessness that had been lingering in his heart.

"The scab will be a little itchy during this period, so don't scratch it with your hands." Gao Wenxuan spread the ointment on Lin Mo's chin with his fingertips. Since it was a slight skin trauma, there was no need to stick white gauze.

Lin Mo raised his jaw slightly, looked at Gao Wenxuan with half downcast eyes, and softly sent out a simple response.

Then he untied the white strip on his right hand. The wound that started to heal was not as scary as the flesh and blood at the beginning. There was a fat red scar like a fleshy insect, lying obliquely on the palm of his hand, as if he was about to nibble on his nimble fingers. .

"Does it still hurt today?"

Lin Mo shook his head, watching Gao Wenxuan apply the medicine with ease, and put gauze on himself layer by layer.In fact, at this level, there is no need to wrap the wound anymore, but Gao Wenxuan was worried that he would touch hard objects and affect his recovery, so he insisted on changing the dressing every day.

As soon as it was over, I heard the bell on the coffee table ring. It was Lin's mother calling, but it was Gao Wenxuan's cell phone that was dialed.

"Mom." Gao Wenxuan picked up the phone and put it to his ear, "Well, everything is fine."

"Momo rests at home every day. Sometimes he reads books and listens to music. Maybe he forgets to go back when he is tired. I will tell him."

"The injury is improving...I know. Okay, then you should rest early."

After hanging up the phone, Gao Wenxuan said to Lin Mo who was sitting beside him: "She is very worried about you, she said she sent you a message and you didn't call back."

Lin Mo lowered his eyelids and waited for a while before replying, "I don't know what to say."

Gao Wenxuan habitually reached out to touch his head, and said: "Mom just cares about you, you can say whatever you want. I have told her about your situation just now, and she is relieved to hear that it has improved."

"Get better..." Lin Mo repeated these two words thoughtfully, glanced at his palm, then stared at Gao Wenxuan and asked, "Will it really get better?"

Gao Wenxuan paused slightly, looked directly at him and said, "Of course."

Lin Mo suddenly increased his tone, and continued to ask: "Can it be restored to the same level as before?"

What answered this question was Gao Wenxuan's rare silence.

Lin Mo endured the silence for only one second, and in just one second, he already knew the answer.

He didn't say anything more, got up and went back to his room, the door was turned open just as it was slammed shut, Gao Wenxuan walked up to him, and softly called out in the room where the light was off: "Momo."

Lin Moben was trying his best to endure. Hearing this familiar call, it was as if gravity was pulling on a tight string. He could only feel the unspeakable soreness in his body slowly rising.

"I know you have endured very hard these days, if you want to vent, just cry." After Gao Wenxuan finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and embraced Lin Mo, whose eyes were shining brightly.

Lin Mo took advantage of the situation and leaned on the opponent's shoulder.In this boundless darkness, he suddenly felt that everything had become blurred. The thing that had been by his side since he could remember, accompanied him to be ignorant and self-willed, accompanied him to be indifferent and fearless, and always responded with the last word when he was eager to talk. The tacit understanding of words, when lonely and helpless endured the pain, used the clear and ethereal echo to soothe the sourness in his heart that he could not speak to the outside world.

It's like watching him grow up with old friends for many years, tolerance, understanding, companionship... It is silent and meaningful, and those related memories come one after another, but are about to go away.

The hot tears in the eyes gradually spread, and slid down Gao Wenxuan's shoulders along his cheeks, only to hear Lin Mo choked up and said, "I can no longer play the piano..."

This feeling is like saying goodbye to a friend who has never returned. You can still keep in touch, or exchange letters or the Internet, but you can no longer sit face to face and talk to each other.

"The piano is not everything, and you will get more things in the future." Gao Wenxuan's soft voice came to his ears.

"No more, no more..."

Lin Mo sobbed, and tears kept pouring down because of the other party's words.

He clearly realized that along the way, the people and things he cherished were leaving, his dear sister, the music he loved, and a person he had never approached—never even owned.

Because of this, he was filled with the loss and sorrow of having nothing. He knew that this person could not be obtained, and he would not be able to get it in the future.