Chrysanthemum friendship triggered by a message

"That..." Mr. T blushed, and he spoke to Mr. C coyly, his voice was so weak that it was barely audible.It seems to be resisting, but it also seems to be begging for mercy.

He heard Mr. C exhale heavily, as if trying to calm down, and after a few seconds he whispered in his ear: "I'm sorry." The tone was guilty and heavy, which made Mr. T feel very uncomfortable.

Then he felt that there was a little more space behind him, and looked back boldly. It turned out that Mr. C moved back a few steps to distance himself from him, and was rubbing his slightly red eyes with his hands, looking very tired.

Mr. T felt distressed for no reason, and the little offense he felt before disappeared immediately when he saw Mr. C like this.

He felt that he had hurt a kind person. To be honest, Mr. C was very interesting to be friends with. He ran errands for him and accompanied him to see a doctor without even complaining. It was just that his sexual orientation was different from his own. How could he be blamed for this? ?Every group is equal, and you are not qualified to judge what people like, let alone hurt others.

He tried hard to recall whether he had shown a disgusted expression before, if he did, it must be a reaction of being frightened, not intentional, he did not have any malice towards Mr. C being Ca.It's just... Mr. C regards him as a friend very much, and he should care about him no matter what, especially since he looks so lost now.

Mr. T typed out the manuscript several times, but what came out of his mouth was another sentence: "Mr. C, don't take it to your heart...don't feel sorry for me, I am also quite guilty, it's just this matter... .Um...I'm not ready yet."

Mr. C was not very energetic at first, but his eyes lit up when he heard this, and he looked at him with innocent and expectant eyes.

Mr. T didn't understand what he meant, and he accidentally said it crookedly, and facing Mr. C's piercing gaze, he suddenly stuttered and stumbled to explain: "I, I, I mean... you, you You are like this, I, I, I don’t know what to do... I, us, good brother, brother.”

Mr. C's eyes darkened again, and he didn't speak. Jun T didn't know what to say.

At this time, the sound of the station announcement rescued the silent atmosphere.

Mr. C said: "Here we are." Then he grabbed Mr. T's wrist and led him to push through the door.

Mr. T didn't want him to feel that there was something wrong with him, so he was dragged away by him obediently.but......

Now that I've got off the subway...there aren't many people on the platform...why don't you let go...

Mr. T did not dare to speak.He was afraid of hurting Mr. C's feelings again. This dignified and cold grass is much more fragile than he thought.

So the consequence of obedience is that when he walked to the door of the hospital, Mr. C still held him.

This is a bit embarrassing.There were people coming and going in the hospital in broad daylight, and it was outrageous for the two men to argue like this.

Mr. T shook his arm awkwardly, trying to break free, but Mr. C looked back at him with some doubts, feeling a little lonely. T glanced at him, and his heart softened again. He used a soft tone that he didn't realize—as if he was comforting a child who refused to be weaned, and said: "Okay, it's inconvenient to see a doctor like this, and you have to get an appointment ticket." Woolen cloth."

So Mr. C let go of him, and led the way with a muffled voice.He was very strong, Mr. T saw a circle of red marks on his wrist.

A bunch of cumbersome procedures.The two of them didn't talk much, they lined up silently, and finally met Doctor A as they wished.

As soon as they entered the door, a young man who looked similar to Mr. C but was much more mature greeted them warmly: "Hey, little C, I haven't seen you for several months! Oh, this is little T, right? The young man looked really gentle, I don’t like sports at first glance, no wonder I have hemorrhoids.”

Mr. C nodded to him, and called out: "Uncle."

Doctor A was all smiles, but Mr. T felt very embarrassed.Not to mention what happened on the way, even just finding an unfamiliar classmate to watch hemorrhoids with me is enough to suffocate!

What's more, now Mr. C and him... there is always something subtle...

Mr. T greeted Doctor A with a half-smile, worried: "Then doctor, look at me...how can I deal with my situation now?"

Doctor A is used to treating patients, and any pp with hemorrhoids is just a piece of meat that needs to be treated in his eyes.He calmly said to Mr. T: "Well, I need a minor operation in a while, don't be afraid, you have seen my WeChat account, the technology is absolutely guaranteed! Besides, Xiao C is not here to accompany you What about it? Hehehe..."

"......" Mr. T felt that maybe he would feel better if Mr. C was not here.

Doctor A called a little nurse and asked her to take Mr. T to do some sorting and make some pre-operative preparations.

Mr. C was about to follow, but just as he stepped over the threshold, Doctor A shouted from behind, making Mr. T seem to see a savior.He said: "Little C, why are you following along? It's not a daughter-in-law giving birth! You wait outside, don't put pressure on others."