Long-awaited

Cheng Yihe washed his hands and almost rubbed off the skin, Cheng Lin asked curiously: "...Brother, why are you so hard?"

Cheng Yihe is tall and tall, and he needs to arch his back when washing his hands. His profile is sharp and handsome, and his eyebrows are deep. It is hard to see what emotion is in his eyes.

Seeing that Cheng Yihe ignored him, Cheng Lin said, "Brother, what are you going to do for dinner?"

Cheng Yihe said indifferently: "Watch TV, don't hang around here."

"Oh," Cheng Lin replied, still standing there without moving.

Cheng Yihe urged again: "Go."

Cheng Lin smiled and said, "I want to stand here and watch you."

Cheng Yihe paused for a moment, and then said in the same tone of dismissing children as before, "The game controller is under the TV cabinet, go and play by yourself."

"Okay," Cheng Lin cheered and ran away.

Cheng Yihe seemed to be relieved of a heavy burden immediately, his shoulders collapsed in an instant, and he stood silently for a long time before remembering to cook noodles.But after sitting in the water, eating the noodles, and beating the eggs, I realized that I forgot to fry them first. Cheng Lin doesn't like boiled food, it's tasteless.

Cheng Yihe had no choice but to take down the frying pan again, and made a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes, but today it seemed that some invisible strange force deliberately opposed Cheng Yihe, he remembered that he forgot to put salt when he finished frying the dishes, and sprinkled them now, but they couldn't get in again smell.

Cheng Yihe sighed lightly, put the fried vegetables on a plate, sealed it, put it in the refrigerator, fried another plate, boiled the noodles, poured the soup, and the two bowls of egg noodles were finally ready after twists and turns.

After Cheng Yihe brought the bowl to the dining table, he thought Cheng Lin was playing a game, but he sat cross-legged on the ground, took out all the things from the TV cabinet and spread them beside him.

Cheng Yihe couldn't help sighing, why is he still like a child at such a big age.Said: "What are you messing with? Come and eat."

Cheng Lin held the TV manual in his hand and read it very carefully, as if he didn't hear Cheng Yihe's words at all. Cheng Yihe had no choice but to go over and take the manual out of Cheng Lin's hand, but when Cheng Lin saw someone snatching his things, he held on tighter. Li, pulled it back to cover his chest, and said sharply: "Don't take mine! Don't!"

Cheng Yihe frowned, feeling that Cheng Lin's reaction was very weird, but he couldn't see anything wrong, and said, "Who will grab this kind of thing from you, hurry up and eat."

Cheng Lin was dazed for a moment, gathered the things on the ground into a pile, and then stood up.Followed behind Cheng Yihe and poked his head, "Brother, so you are real."

Cheng Yihe asked suspiciously, "What is true?"

Cheng Lin smiled happily and rolled his eyes, "That's great."

Cheng Yihe stared blankly at Cheng Lin's smiling face, and after a few seconds he realized his gaffe, knocked on the table and signaled Cheng Lin to sit down.

Cheng Yihe's craftsmanship is good, the egg noodle soup is thick and fragrant, but Cheng Yihe has no appetite, picks up a few chopsticks, puts them down again, and puts his eyes on Cheng Lin uncontrollably.

Cheng Lin ate happily, but he only ate half of it, so he put down his chopsticks and said, "Brother, I can't eat anymore."

Cheng Yihe frowned and said, "After eating, let's see how thin you are."

Cheng Lin flattened his mouth, and Cheng Yihe seemed to be in a particularly bad mood today, with a dark handsome face, Cheng Lin didn't dare to be disobedient, raised his face and stuffed it with difficulty, chewed it slowly, and then looked at Cheng Yihe again, Very reluctantly ate the remaining half.

In the end, there was still half a bowl of noodle soup left. Seeing that Cheng Yihe had nothing to say, Cheng Lin took it up and took a sip. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore, his stomach twitched and he pushed it up forcefully. red.

Only then did Cheng Yihe realize that Cheng Lin really couldn't eat anymore, so he immediately brought the trash can over, and Cheng Lin vomited out all the food he ate in an instant.

Cheng Lin's vomiting was dizzy, and when he finally stopped, he leaned softly in Cheng Yihe's arms. Cheng Yihe half held Cheng Lin, took him to the bathroom to rinse his mouth, washed his face, and then The man helped him onto the sofa and poured him a glass of warm water, but as soon as he brought it to his mouth, Cheng Lin reflexively felt sick again. He pushed away Cheng Yihe's hand, picked up a pillow to cover his face, "I don't want to drink."

Cheng Yihe said: "Drinking some warm water will make your stomach feel better."

Cheng Lin hummed and shook his head, Cheng Yihe coaxed a few words but it didn't work, Cheng Lin nestled in the corner of the sofa and didn't move, his legs subconsciously turned up on Cheng Yihe's thigh, revealing a thin and white waist, Cheng Yihe's Adam's apple slipped up and down Slip, some don't understand Cheng Lin's intention of doing this.

seduce?

Cheng Yihe's expression became colder immediately, he put the cup on the table with a bang, and said, "Clean up and go to sleep."

Cheng Yihe went to get a set of his pajamas for Cheng Lin, and Cheng Lin followed behind Cheng Yihe, begging softly: "Brother, I want to sleep with you."

Cheng Yihe coldly refused: "No."

Cheng Lin wanted to say more, but Cheng Yihe pushed Cheng Lin into the guest room and closed the door firmly.

Cheng Yihe exhaled lightly, Cheng Lin stood in the dark room and looked at him with eyes, like an abandoned puppy... The thin figure seems to disappear into the boundless darkness at any time, thinking of this, Cheng Yihe's heart twitched They were in a ball, but he was obviously the one who was abandoned, why did Cheng Lin show such a look that blamed him now?

Cheng Yihe shook his head, he didn't want to think about it anymore, he just hoped that he would stay away from Cheng Lin, and the pain in his heart would be lessened.

Cheng Yihe went to put away the bowls on the table and took them to the kitchen to wash them. When his free mind finally returned, he found that he had washed the two bowls for half an hour. He was stunned for a moment, and then quickly put away the bowls.

Cheng Yihe was about to go back to his room, but he still stopped when he passed by the guest room, stayed there for tens of seconds, and stretched out his hand to gently open the door.

Cheng Lin didn't turn on the light, and he still maintained the state of Cheng Yihe before closing the door, standing there blankly, holding the pajamas in his right hand, his lower body was illuminated by the light from the living room, his upper body was hidden in the darkness, but his chin was shining brightly , Cheng Yihe finally realized something was wrong, reached out and turned on the light with a snap.

The room suddenly lit up, Cheng Lin was not affected by anything, his eyes were still wide open, tears were rolling down his cheeks, gathered on his pointed chin, and dripped down on the floor.

Cheng Yihe's heart felt as if someone had whipped him. He strode forward and wanted to hug Cheng Lin, but his fingers twitched violently. For some reason, he couldn't lift it up. He stood stiffly in front of Cheng Lin, and said for a while, "Why are you crying?"

Cheng Lin's shoulders shrugged slightly, and he buried his face in Cheng Yihe's shoulder socket. Tears instantly soaked the clothes on Cheng Yihe's shoulders. Cheng Yihe raised his hand and patted the back of Cheng Lin's head, "Don't be childish, change your clothes and go to sleep."

Cheng Yihe pushed Cheng Lin's shoulder, and Cheng Lin pressed closer to Cheng Yihe, Cheng Yihe had no choice but to tear him away from his body, wipe away the tears on Cheng Lin's face, and help him take off his shirt.

Cheng Lin's skin was morbidly pale, his ribs were protruding, and his roots were distinct. Cheng Yihe really wanted to ask him, what kind of life has he lived these past few years, and how did he make himself look like this?

But as long as he thought of the farewell seven years ago, he couldn't easily turn over that page, and finally didn't ask anything.

Cheng Lin was crying hard, his chest and abdomen were still twitching slightly, and the movement of buttoning buttons was also very unnatural. The fingers of his left hand were thin and slender, but the hideous scar on the back of his hand prevented his fingers from curling up normally, and his movements looked extraordinarily stiff .

Cheng Yihe's throat seemed to be blocked by a sour lump, and it was salty and sluggish. He stared fixedly at the scar, unable to say a word.

In the end, he couldn't help stretching out his hand to help Cheng Lin fasten the buttons one by one.Pretending not to see Cheng Lin's wan eyes, he turned around and closed the door and left.

When Cheng Yihe returned to the master bedroom, he didn't turn on the light, and sat on the edge of the bed exhausted, just facing Cheng Lin's matter, as if he had exhausted all his energy.

Cheng Yihe kept smoking one cigarette after another, as if he could only numb his nerves with nicotine, and his face was even more clouded by the smoke.

Not long after, the ashtray was full of cigarette butts, and Cheng Yihe's trousers were covered with soot at the same time. He didn't notice it at all, his eyes were empty, and he kept thinking over and over again. He couldn't figure out how he and Cheng Lin got here. What kind of situation?

There was even an absurd illusion, as if the seven years had been nothing but a nightmare. After waking up from the dream, they were still young, living carefree in a sunny valley full of green mountains.

Suddenly, Cheng Yihe's fingertips hurt, and he let go of his conditioned reflex. The burnt cigarette butt fell from his fingertips. Looking at the red fire that was falling on the floor and gradually extinguished, Cheng Yihe realized sadly that they would never return passed.

The extremely sharp reality strengthened Cheng Yihe's wavering heart, and he must send Cheng Lin away tomorrow.

Immediately afterwards, the door squeaked, and it was carefully pushed open, revealing half of Cheng Lin's small face, as if he hadn't expected Cheng Yihe to be asleep yet, his eyes widened in surprise, his fingers pinched the side of the door, nervously His fingertips were all white.

Cheng Lin's careful appearance made Cheng Yihe's heart soften suddenly, maybe it was because he was going to send Cheng Lin home to bring him a little comfort, maybe Cheng Yihe realized that he was no longer the abandoned person, he also had independent decision-making Qualifications, at this moment, he is the one who dominates the relationship between the two.

Cheng Yihe beckoned, "Come here."

Cheng Lin's eyes lit up, and he immediately ran over and sat beside Cheng Yihe, "Brother..."

Cheng Yihe turned on the bedside lamp and said, "Why aren't you sleeping?"

Under the warm light, Cheng Lin's cheeks showed a healthy glow, "I want to sleep with you."

Cheng Yihe touched Cheng Lin's hair and said, "Lie down and sleep, I have to get up early tomorrow."

Cheng Lin didn't seem to expect that Cheng Yihe would agree, and he spoke incoherently with excitement, "Really...really?" He wanted to hug Cheng Yihe's arm, but Cheng Yihe cleverly avoided it, pushed Cheng Lin down on the bed, and pulled Cheng Lin over. The quilt covered him and said, "Go to sleep."

Cheng Lin hummed softly, his cheeks were stained with a faint blush, he looked at Cheng Yihe fixedly, and suddenly buried his face in the quilt and coughed violently, Cheng Yihe patted Cheng Lin's back through the quilt, Cheng Lin finally Yi Yi came to his senses, looked at Cheng Yihe with red eyes, coughed and his voice became hoarse, "The smell of smoke is so bad."

Cheng Yihe said: "Go to sleep, I'll open the window to get some air."

Cheng Lin followed Cheng Yihe's tall back without taking his eyes off it, until Cheng Yihe sat back on the bed again, and then he closed his eyes with peace of mind.

After Cheng Lin's breathing stabilized, Cheng Yihe quietly exited the master bedroom.