famine

After the two got into the car, Jiang Xuan was very tired. He closed his eyes as soon as he sat down, and leaned on the car seat without moving.

Cheng Lang was so distressed that he couldn't bear to be disturbed, so he drove the car as steadily as possible and played some soothing music. Usually, the distance was less than half an hour, but today it took a full four or ten minutes to get home.

Cheng Lang turned to look at Jiang Xuan after parking the car, not sure if he was asleep, but seeing the tired face and thin chin on his face, he suddenly felt sad.

"Jiang Xuan?" It was cold in the underground garage, Cheng Lang saw that he didn't intend to open his eyes, worried that he would freeze if he slept like this, so he had to call him softly, wanting him to go home and sleep.

Jiang Xuan didn't fall asleep, and knew he was home, but he didn't want to move for some reason.

The heat in the car didn't dissipate in such a short period of time, his whole body was warm, the pajamas were close to his body, and the outer fabric of the down jacket didn't feel cool at all.

He slowly opened his eyes and let out a muffled grunt. He couldn't tell what the discomfort was, but he had no strength in his body anyway.

Cheng Lang noticed it, and felt that his throat was a little dry and uncomfortable.

He opened the door and got out of the car, walked around to Jiang Xuan's side, opened the car door, and then leaned in, passed his left hand through the back of Jiang Xuan's neck, his right hand grabbed his left arm, and suddenly exerted force, and he dragged the limp person out.

Cheng Lang carried the well-behaved Jiang Xuan upstairs in this half-hugging, half-embracing posture.

Because he was worried that he would be alone, Cheng Lang took off his coat and shoes at the entrance, dragged him into his bedroom, put him on the big bed, and then put him in a good position, pulled the quilt, and covered Jiang Xuan Strictly.

Jiang Xuan opened his eyes slightly to look at him, didn't say anything, couldn't express the emotions in his eyes, just watched Cheng Hong busy all the time.

Cheng Lang drew the curtains, Cheng Lang turned on the air conditioner with a tablet, Cheng Lang went to the kitchen and after a while, the waiter came with Wen Wen boiled water, Cheng Lang wiped my face with a towel, Cheng Lang went out, Cheng Lang came back Yes, Cheng Hong sat by the bed with a book in his hands...

Jiang Xuan felt dizzy, his eyelids were a little heavy, and his body was a little sore.

But he was sure that he didn't have a fever, but for some reason, his mind was in a mess and his heartbeat became slow.

In order to confirm that his consciousness is still there, Jiang Xuan moved his fingers and stretched out his hand to scrape Cheng Hong's palm beside him.

The calm-looking person cast his gaze, his water-like pupils flickered, and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

Cheng Lang's voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing him, it was soft and pleasant to Jiang Xuan's ears, making him very at ease.

"...This pillow is a bit hard." Jiang Xuan said slowly.

"Ok?"

Cheng Lang was startled, and smiled with his lips curled up for a while: "Are you not used to it? How about I change your pillow for you, a cotton one?"

As he said that, he was about to get up and go to the cabinet to get it, but Jiang Xuan's hand suddenly patted his hand, the movement was very small, but Cheng Hong easily noticed it, so he stopped and looked at him.

"No, it's very comfortable." He bent his mouth, sniffed carefully, and asked again: "What's in the pillow? I seem to smell something..."

He only knows that there are many kinds of materials for pillows, and there are also many kinds of inner cores. He has seen buckwheat or down, and these inner cores are odorless. Unless he drips sleeping essential oils on the pillow, he has never smelled this kind. of taste.

And the feeling of lying on it is different from other pillows.

Fortunately, Cheng Hong answered him quickly: "There are dried orange peels in the pillow."

"what?"

Cheng Yan smiled: "This is made by the old lady. After eating the oranges, cut them into small pieces with scissors, then put them in the sun to dry, and then put them in pillows. She was busy at home and made several pillows like this. Neighbors in the neighborhood have given them all over, and let me use them.”

Jiang Xuan opened his eyes slightly.

"Put orange peel... to defeat the fire?"

"It's almost like lowering blood pressure and relieving fatigue." Cheng Yan was amused by his expression, and couldn't help touching his face with his hands. "How does it feel to lie down?"

"Great."

Jiang Xuan turned over and faced Cheng Hong, the hand outside the quilt clenched into his palm coquettishly, letting him hold his wrist, Cheng Hong smiled helplessly for a long time, "I have another one here, how about You take it?"

"No," Jiang Xuan said, "If I want to lie down, I will lie down here, and I don't want to take it back."

He looked at the bracelets on their wrists that seemed to be echoing each other. Since they were sent out, neither of them had taken them off.

Sighing for a long time, he dug his head under the quilt, "I kind of miss my grandparents."

He had only met him not long ago, but he suddenly missed his days in the countryside very much.

I miss the two cheerful old people, I miss the towel factory, and I miss the warmth in the bed of the two in the cold morning.

What a wonderful time.

Although the big rock that would fall down at some point was still hanging high above his head, when the two of them got together, the sense of happiness and comfort added a touch of secrecy to this relationship, and made him fascinated.

At this time, there was a large pile of old sesame seeds and rotten millet in front of his eyes, and he could barely spare a few hours to avoid those dizzying trivial matters, but he felt exhausted physically and mentally when he was next to Cheng Lang.

Cheng Lang is still there.

Still with me.

Jiang Tong's gaze gradually moved to Cheng Hong's face, and at this moment he had already turned his gaze back to the book, leaning casually on the head of the bed with a lazy expression, quietly guarding beside him.

Jiang Xuan thought to himself, how long can he keep it?Will there be a day when he can't take it anymore, he's gone, he's gone?

Thinking of this, his heart tightened suddenly, and he instinctively grabbed Cheng Hong's palm and squeezed it hard.

"Oh," the man looked over again, and frowned, "Sleep well, don't make trouble."

Not reconciled.

Still not reconciled.

I can not let it go.

"Cheng Lang..."

"...What's wrong?"

The two words Jiang Xuan uttered were very empty, and the voice was insubstantial, more like a sudden burst of air, and almost all the hot air from his exhalation was sprayed on his arm.

Jiang Xuan looked at him for a long time, his brows were tightly frowned, and it took a long time before he spit out: "...I'm sorry."

Don't be mad at me, don't go.

I don't want to push you away, I'm afraid you will walk away voluntarily, what I said is all false.

"..." Cheng Lang was stunned.

For a long time, he didn't realize what he was talking about in this incomprehensible sentence.

Later, when he thought of the conversations in the hospital that had been forgotten by him long ago, and Jiang Xuan's angry roar, he suddenly understood.

It's just that before he could say "it's okay" or "I didn't take it seriously", his eyes suddenly went dark, and Jiang Xuan rushed towards him, and the book in his hand slipped down his legs and fell to the ground.

Jiang Thrush almost bumped into his lips, and pressed his whole body under him in an awkward posture, as if afraid that he would run away, with one hand on his shoulder and the other clasping his hand, the strength A little tight, Cheng Lang didn't break free.

After only two seconds of reaction, he gave up struggling, relaxed his body, and closed his eyes.

The kiss was a little dry at first, with restraint in the dryness, but it was like a premonitory command gunshot. With the silent "ready", the air between the two suddenly ignited and heated up.

Cheng Lang's chin was pinched, his brows were frowning and he raised his head, and Jiang Xuan had time to speak: "You...you're almost done, you're so tired that you're about to collapse, and you still have thoughts..."

"Stop talking." Panting, Jiang Xuan kissed him on the chin.

Clasping his hand and letting go, Cheng Lang thought that he would just kiss a few times, but he didn't expect this hand to have a downward trend, so he immediately widened his eyes and yelled: "What are you doing!"

"Cheng Hong..." The corners of Jiang Xuan's eyes were a little wet, he closed them, so Cheng Hong couldn't see that his eyes were actually red, "Don't go..."

Cheng Lang was taken aback by his three words of aggrieved and wronged, and forgot to grab his hand for a while, "I...I won't go."

where can i go

In order to reassure Jiang Xuan, he panted and added: "I have already told grandma, I will go back a few days later..."

no!is not what it means!

Jiang Xuan was a little anxious, but he couldn't give a reason. All his thoughts were piled up in his head, but he couldn't express them. He could only try his best to feel Cheng Hong, using his body, hands, and wherever he could touch him. Make sure that this person is not gone, that this person is still there.

He lost too many things today, originally he had very few things, Cheng Lang was an accident, the only accident he couldn't let go of.

He knew that if this person was gone, he would be gone too.

He will become like Jiang Yuan.

Cheng Lang couldn't refuse such Jiang Xuan, he felt so sorry for Jiang Xuan who was worried about gains and losses.

This man put all his weight on him, trying to make him as comfortable as possible, his head was buried on his body, his eyes were bright when he looked up, every gasp and long sigh of Cheng Hong was caught in his eyes, Then return to him the most comfortable feeling.

After everything was over, both of them got out of bed and went to the bathroom. After Cheng Yan washed his face, he leaned against the wall to watch Jiang Xuan brush his teeth. Looking away, Cheng Lang chuckled twice.

"Hiding what?" Cheng Lang asked with a smile.

"I didn't hide, I just rinsed my mouth." Jiang Xuan replied without changing his expression after spitting out a mouthful of water.

After brushing my teeth, I feel that the taste in my mouth has lightened a lot, and it is a faint lemon fragrance.

It was rare for Cheng Lang to see him relax, so he grabbed him and continued to tease him, tilting his head and asking, "What's the smell?"

"..."

Jiang Xuan looked away with a dark face: "Next time you try it and you will know."

"Tell me first, let me have a mental preparation?"

"... tasteless."

"to be frank."

"you are annoying?"

Cheng Yan covered his stomach and laughed for a long time, before he touched a red spot on his neck, looked at him and said slowly, "I thought you wanted to...then why me?"

A vicious little wolfhound.

"What, what are you?" Jiang Xuan raised his eyebrows, obviously not understanding.

Cheng Lang couldn't tell what was going on in his heart. He didn't know why he had found such a topic. He thought that it would be easy to get into trouble. Just as he was about to perfunctory, he saw Jiang Xuan's expression suddenly changed, and his eyes suddenly darkened when he looked at him stand up.

"You mean..." He didn't think about what to say later, but Cheng Hong himself understood, so he didn't need to say more.

"Tsk, can you just pretend that I didn't say anything, and stop talking about it."

"No," Jiang Xuan smirked, forgetting the embarrassment just now, and pushed forward, "Tell me, when can I..."

"Alas!" Cheng Yan called to him, with an unbelievable expression on his face. He didn't expect that Jiang Xuan didn't mind this matter at all, and he could say it nonchalantly. Originally, he wanted to take care of his feelings, but now it seemed to be for himself. After digging a hole, I immediately regretted it.

"Say less, little brother," he held his forehead unbearably, "Are you still sleeping?"

Jiang Xuan glanced at him, and didn't make things difficult for him anymore, and said truthfully: "I can't sleep anymore... Let's eat, I'm hungry."

After dinner, I went to the hospital to see my mother.

"to make."

Fortunately, Jiang Xuan had already put a few sets of his own clothes at Cheng Yan's house, so he didn't have to worry about running out of clothes at the moment. Once he changed his pajamas, he became a cold and cold man again. Face, it's not easy to mess with at first glance.

The two returned to the hospital again, and found their mother's ward according to the house number. Cheng Hong didn't intend to go in, so he waited for him on the chair at the door.When Jiang Xuan opened the door and went in, he glanced through the glass. Jiang Jianguo was not there, so he probably left.

My mother lived in an ordinary two-room ward. At this time, she was still lying under the quilt, and she couldn't tell if she was asleep. On the other bed was a young girl, sitting and playing with her mobile phone.

Jiang Xuan looked back at Cheng Hong, took a deep breath, opened the door and walked in.

The author has something to say:

Orange peel pillows are real, and some of them are filled with orange peel. The specific method is to wash the peel after eating, cut it into any shape, block or strip, then put it in gauze to dry, and finally put it in a pillowcase!This thing clears away heat, removes fire, kills bacteria and soothes the nerves, and can also promote blood circulation. Anyway, it is a very healthy thing. Remember to change the inner core frequently to avoid mold and loss of efficacy after using it for too long. I recommend it to everyone~