famine

"Drink some water." A pair of slender and beautiful hands appeared in Jiang Xuan's downcast eyes. The cup held in his hand contained light yellow warm water. The water surface was slightly swaying, reflecting the light above his head.

Cheng Lang bent down to put down the cup and sat down on the carpet. He put away the two books on his lap, and looked at Jiang Xuan with his arms outstretched lazily.

The latter sat on the sofa as soon as he came back, and he was so preoccupied that he didn't know what he was thinking. He changed his clothes, poured honey water, and charged the robot vacuum. This person has not moved for such a long time.

Jiang Thrush behaved abnormally, presumably because of drinking.

"Drink quickly, go to sleep after drinking," Cheng Hong curled his lips.

Jiang Xuan raised his head slightly, but still kept his self-closing posture as a whole. After two seconds, he said in a low voice, "I'm full of water in my stomach now, and I can't swallow it. And I feel like I can perform a fountain by bending over a little. "

"You can drink a lot, you can talk so much at once, you are very sober, Xueshen."

Jiang Xuan snorted, but still took the cup over, bowed his head and took a sip, and kept holding it in his hand.

After a long time, I didn't see the people on the ground around me moving, so I turned around and asked, "Why are you sitting here?"

"I'll see when you can move." Cheng Yan tilted his head, his eyes were gloomy, "Stay still..."

I didn't say anything later, because I saw Jiang Xuan frowning slightly, as if he was very uncomfortable.

Cheng Lang was about to stand up immediately, "Are you going to vomit?"

"No," Jiang Xuan stretched out his hand to stop him, "I said, I'm fine, I just want to change my posture."

Cheng Yan looked at him for a long time, reached out from under the tea table and took out some drawing paper for drawing, and motioned to Jiang Xuan to pass him the pencil on the table, and then jokingly said: "Anyway, you can't move. , just sit down honestly."

"What are you doing?" Jiang Xuan's voice was a little hoarse.

He saw Cheng Lang changed his posture, still facing the French window behind him, coiled up like a long-legged old monk, put a book between his legs, put the drawing paper on it, and held the pen in his right hand.

Cheng Lang looked up at him, as if sizing up his facial features, and said calmly, "Draw a sketch for you."

"..."

Jiang Xuan was taken aback for a moment, and repeated as if he didn't hear clearly: "Shorthand?"

"Yeah," Cheng Hong tilted his head and thought for a while, then raised his hand and pointed, "You hold that fairy's hand."

"..." It froze for another moment. After Jiang Xuan realized that Cheng Hong was looking at him, he quickly retracted his gaze, stretched out a hand stiffly, and took the cactus in his hand .

"How do you hold it?" Jiang Xuan sullenly said, "Is it okay to just hold it like this?"

For some reason, it would be okay if he changed people, but now he is being stared at by Cheng Lang—looking carefully, his eyes are drawn around him, and he raises his pencil to make gestures from time to time, he is attracted by this kind of focused gaze. As I kept watching, I always felt numb like an electric shock and felt awkward like lice.

"Don't be too stiff," he heard him say now, "be free."

How casual?

This hand is usually very comfortable no matter how it is placed, but today it feels uncomfortable even such a simple movement on the knee.And the hand of the god, so heavy, is it Wuzhishan?

"En." Jiang Xuan replied in a deep voice without changing his expression, took a deep breath and let it out slowly, repeating it over and over again.

The living room became quiet all of a sudden, one person sat on the sofa in a casual posture, and looked at the other person sitting on the carpet at his feet with complicated eyes.

In the room, there are the rustling sound of pencils falling on the paper and the ticking sound of the clock. The two are intertwined with each other. Originally, they have their own rhythm.

Jiang Xuan looked at Cheng Hong for a long while, and his eyes drifted away unconsciously.

It was still very early when Jiang Xuan came out of the flower and bird market. In fact, it was only three or four o'clock in the afternoon. According to his idea, he was going to turn a corner and go back to the attached middle school for class, but by some strange circumstances, when he realized it again, he had already crossed the border. After traveling more than half of the city to the airport terminal.

There was a lot of people in the hall, and there were many people who were in a hurry or happy. Jiang Xuan stood in the crowd and looked around blankly, seeing the time on the big screen of the flight information.

He remembered clearly that it happened to be five forty in the afternoon.

Just like he didn't know what he was doing here, he didn't know how he sat down, and the person who made him abnormal appeared in front of him as soon as he sat down.

Just feeling tired, a little dry eyes, heavy eyelids.

He was thin, and there was still a piece on both sides of the chair when he sat in the chair. Many people passed by him, and many people stopped to talk or consult.

Jiang Xuan was originally unwilling to fall into the sea of ​​people, because it would always make him feel uneasy, but at that time, for some reason, he seemed to be detached from all things, floating in the air, not knowing the severity.

He closed his eyes slightly, thinking silently in his heart, sit down for a while, and go back after a while.

Going back to my aunt or even going home, as long as I don't stay here all the time, like a bereaved dog.

Cowardly and useless.

——Same as Jiang Jianguo.

I don't know how much time passed like this, and when he turned his eyes to the information screen again, he saw the plane at a glance.

Among the many yellow, blue and red messages, this flight from the capital was written in red, followed by a "delay".

Looking at the time, there are still 5 minutes until the landing time.

Jiang Xuan knew he had to go.

I have to get up quickly, run out, and then take a taxi to go anywhere.

But he doesn't want to.

There are so many people, even if he gets off the plane and comes out, I may not be able to see him among those people, and he may not be able to recognize me at a glance.

"...Cheng Lang? Are you back?"

I don't know when this person stood behind me, and I don't know how long he stood there.

But at this time, Jiang Xuan didn't fall into all kinds of confusion for long, because he didn't care about it at all.

Seeing this person for the first time, Jiang Xuan was dumbfounded.

Senseless.

I don't know what to say, at a loss.

One thought yells to run, the other yells to stay still.

Perhaps the effect of the information transmission in the video call is not as clear as that in face-to-face. At that time, he felt that Cheng Lang was not in good spirits and had lost weight.But when this person suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, at such a distance that he could touch it with just raising his hand, Jiang Xuan's heart trembled violently.

It wasn't because the ruler in his eyes told him that Cheng Lang had indeed lost some weight, which made him feel distressed, but because the panic that had been in his heart for an unknown period of time disappeared.

Anxiety is gone.

After the initial indescribable emotions, there was a peace of mind like flowing water.

It took a while to get down.

The feeling at that moment almost made him step over the bench and hug the person in front of him tightly.

Want to touch him, want to... want to kiss him?

Jiang Thrush was stunned.

— This person finally came back.

He's been having a really hard time lately.

He didn't go far, he came back.

It's not the little avatar in the WeChat list that is consistent with others.

This person is real, he can touch it as soon as he stretches out his hand, and he can see it as soon as he opens his eyes.

Just like when the four of them sat around a table and ate hot pot together just now, the meal was full of wine, and this person was watching them talking and laughing, his eyes full of stars.

That's the most gentle appearance of Li Chenghong in Jiang Xuan's memory.

Under those gazes, Jiang Xuan is relaxed and lazy.He can do anything, overcome obstacles or walk alone, but as long as this person is by his side, he can move forward bravely even if his heart is separated by thousands of miles.

Because with him, he is the strongest.

So if they are destined to be close and far away like they are now, and he is always worried about gain and loss, as if standing on a plastic floor, he can step on the ground at any time, and stay away from the starlight from now on... then he will not do anything Willingly.

Now... I want to hug him like Cheng Hong hugged me, okay?

Jiang Xuan was almost silent when he approached, so that Cheng Hong, who frowned slightly and lowered his head to sketch seriously, didn't pay any attention. When he saw a shadow moving over from the corner of his eyes, it was too late to put down his pen, and he just raised his head: "Why do you... ...."

Jiang Xuan hugged him tightly.

His movements were even a little rough, the book between his legs was squeezed between the two of them, the moment he hugged it, Cheng Hong heard the sound of the drawing paper crinkling, and at the same time the pencil was pushed down hard by the external force slip.

The painting is ruined.

"Cheng Lang." Jiang Xuan hugged him tightly and rested his head on his shoulder. The curtains on the floor-to-ceiling windows were not closed, because it was a sunny day and he could see the stars in the night sky.

Originally, I wanted to say a lot, and I wanted to express a lot, but when the words came to my lips, it turned into the most helpless sentence: "What should I do?"

What should I do.

His voice was trembling, and there was a hint of crying, which sounded particularly aggrieved, like a child desperately begging for comfort.

Cheng Lang was in a daze for a long time before he came back to his senses, his brows were furrowed even tighter, and there was deep puzzlement and pity in his eyes.He intentionally softened his voice, put down his pen and hugged him regardless, and patted him lightly.

He asked with concern: "What's wrong with you?"

Actually he knows.

It's just that subconsciously I don't want to listen anymore, whether I pretend I don't know or perfunctory, it's just the usual way.

What's the matter with you, do you feel uncomfortable after drinking?

Do you want to go to rest first?

Do you want me to pinch your forehead for you?

He can stop the loss in time as long as he picks out a sentence from it.

But Cheng Hong admitted from the very beginning, just today, he misses Jiang Xuan very much, and wants this cool guy to stay with him for a while.

After a long time, Cheng Lang thought that this person should also let go of him and then retreated away as if nothing had happened, when he heard him speak again.

The tone was low and depressing, and the sense of helplessness was worse than the last sentence. Cheng Lang felt that Jiang Xuan began to twitch his shoulders slightly.

The neck is cold.

"What should I do, what should Cheng Hong do?" Jiang Xuan still said the same words, but he was also twitching and breathing unsteadily when speaking, "I seem to fucking like you very much."

"I'm...fucking you, how could that be?" Jiang Xuan originally wanted to explain a lot, but just like before, his mouth seemed to be pretending to be a cock, and the words were muted when he reached the mouth, and he could only open his mouth when he wanted to say Mouth, nothing came out.So he became more and more flustered as he spoke, and tears flowed down his face like he couldn't control it, which was especially useless, "I might be a, a..."

I could be gay, and the person I like is also a guy, and I froze when I saw him, and scratched my head again when I couldn't see him.

I'm not normal, but I really don't want to go on like this.

"I..."

While crying, he racked his brains trying to explain to Cheng Lang, but for some reason his mind became more and more chaotic, and the original charming thoughts were gone, and finally I was left to cry, it was too embarrassing, so emotional As soon as he came up and drank wine, he was even more sad.

Cheng Hong lightly pressed his back to prevent him from shrinking into his arms. It felt like when Jiang Xuan felt embarrassed after yelling at the ice rink, he also pushed into his arms like this. Usually It was the first time for Brother Bingku, who looked quite serious, to be shy, not daring to raise his head to look at the gazes from all around him.

Thinking of this, Cheng Hong began to smile, his eyes were full of tenderness.

He struggled to remove the pen and paper from his lap, without even looking at it, he tossed it aside, and finally got a gap, and the person in his arms squeezed in again as expected.

The book fell to the ground, and the sound was not pleasant, but with the trembling and smile coming from Cheng Hong's chest, Jiang Xuan didn't feel how ashamed he was.

The alcohol that had finally faded away came back for some reason, Jiang Xuan was in a daze, and heard Cheng Lang say, "Me too."

Because Jiang Xuan was huddled in his arms like a quail, Cheng Hong's chin touched the protruding bone of his neck as soon as he lowered his head. The warm yellow light illuminated his skin very softly, just like in the snow at that time The shadows under the street lamps are slightly different.

He paused for a while, tilted his head slightly, put his face close to Jiang Xuan, and rubbed his head.

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