Now, little cane

Wu Yixing was wearing a pink chiffon skirt, carrying a pink heart bag, and her hair was tied up.

It's not a private room, the place I chose was already quiet, so Qi Ling chose a place in the corner near the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking out, there are row upon row of street lights, the trees are hidden into a black background at night, and the traffic on the street is endless.

When Wu Yixing saw Qi Ling, his face was calm and calm, he turned his face, and looked away from the street scene.

Wu Yixing put down his bag and fiddled with his hair: "There are no people, so delicious?"

Qi Ling: "Because it's expensive and remote."

Wu Yixing raised his eyebrows: "Then why don't you go to the box?"

Qiling handed a menu to Wu Yixing, and said solemnly: "I'm afraid I can't help but hit you."

Wu Yixing sneered, and Qi Ling glanced at the street scene again.

"Will you choose this place and tell me that the scenery can help you calm down?"

Qi Ling: "Otherwise?"

Wu Yixing smiled: "No, it's a very good choice."

Wu Yixing's phone rang, she smiled and quickly replied with her fingers, and when she put down the phone, she turned on the mute.

Open the menu, one by one, the price is indeed not cheap.

Wu Yixing: "What do you want to eat?"

Qi Ling: "I've eaten."

Wu Yixing looked up at him, Qi Ling calmly said, "I like to eat at home with Yanhe."

Wu Yixing sneered.

The waiter came up, and after ordering one by one, the waiter asked, "Do you want these?"

Wu Yixing was about to speak when Qi Ling said, "Something is missing."

Wu Yixing pushed the menu to him: "You can do whatever you want."

Qi Ling didn't answer, and focused her eyes on Wu Yixing: "Didn't you drink last time, Miss Wu and I just let it go this time?"

Wu Yixing understood, brought the menu in front of him, turned to foreign wine, and asked, "Would you like strong?"

Qi Ling took a glance and found that the strongest was whiskey.

Qi Ling said lightly: "What's the point of these? I'm only in the wine business, and I'm tired of seeing it."

Wu Yixing raised his eyebrows.

Qi Ling: "Bring a bottle of Moutai and two cups."

Wu Yixing snorted.

The waiter, who had never seen the man and woman who had never seen the wine, directly spoke to the man who was drinking white. Shocked in his heart, he said politely, "Sir and Miss, is it better for the stomach to drink red wine at night?"

Qi Ling: "No. Take the wine dispenser."

waiter:……

Wu Yixing said calmly, "Go."

Of course the wine came out the fastest, and Qi Ling took it apart as soon as she took it, and the waiter wanted to dissuade her by forcefully falling back into her stomach.

The two wine dispensers were full, Qiling pushed one to Wu Yixing, and filled a glass by herself.

Wu Yixing also filled up, Qiling raised her own cup, Wu Yixing raised hers, the two of them didn't speak, the first cup was stuffed down.

The waiter who has not retreated: ...

Wu Yixing played with the wine glass in his hand and asked, "Where's the letter?"

Qi Ling took it out of her pants pocket and put it on the table.

Wu Yixing took it apart and read it. He read the short page three times, his eyebrows drooped, and his fingers slowly pinched the corners.

Qi Ling asked: "Is it true?"

Wu Yixing put the letter back on the table, raised his head and drank a glass of wine, choking on burning throat.

"It's fairly impartial."

The dishes came in order, he didn't move the bowls and chopsticks in front of Qiling, Wu Yixing tasted them one by one slowly.

Yan He parked the car, and You Suxi followed him in a daze.

Walking through the garden to the entrance of the hotel, You Suxi noticed that the outside is decorated with wood, and the wall lamps are elegant at night.

Yan He stopped at the front desk, pursed his lips, the waiter began to ask, Yan He whispered: "Is there a table ordered by Miss Wu?"

The waiter flipped through the system and shook his head.

Yan He: "Did Mr. Qi decide for that?"

The front desk looked at it and asked, "Full name."

Yan He: "Qi Ling."

The front desk said with a standard smile: "Yes, do you need me to take you there?"

Yan He lost his words for a moment.

You Suxi subconsciously said, "Damn."

Yan He curled his fingers slightly and asked, "Isn't it a box?"

Front desk: "No."

Yan He took a deep breath, and said gently for a moment, "Excuse me."

The front desk nodded, Yan He turned and walked out.

Yousushi followed behind him.

Yan He walked through the gate and stood in the garden. You Suxi didn't know what to say, so she stayed two steps away from him and didn't bother her.Yan He walked slowly into the garden path, followed by You Suxi in a daze.

Yan He stood still, and she stopped too.

For 2 minutes, You Suxi couldn't hold back, stepped forward and asked in a low voice, "Are you okay?"

Yan He pointed to the front: "Look."

You Suxi followed Yan He's fingers to look over, and in the shadow of the trees, he vaguely saw a man and a woman sitting opposite each other.

Taking a closer look, You Suxi said, "Damn it!"

Turning his head to look at Yanhe, he frowned, as if he was thinking and struggling.

You Suxi said slowly: "In, out?"

Yan He took a deep breath and let it out, turned to look at the street scene, and didn't answer.

The ups and downs of the shoulders revealed some emotions.

Five minutes later, Yan He said, "Go to the coffee shop opposite and wait."

The voice became hoarse.

You Suxi looked back, the two drank a toast, and You Suxi didn't know what expression to respond to.

Obediently followed Yan He to the opposite side, the two of them also found a corner, by the floor-to-ceiling window, Yan He fiddled with the straw with one hand, seemingly carelessly at first glance, with the other knuckle curled up.

You Suxi: "This is, what, what's going on?"

Yan He: "You're talking about me."

Yousushi: "Huh?"

Yan He's voice was calm: "I am in the United States."

Yousushi: "???"

Seeing You Suxi's expression, Yan He smiled, a little reluctantly, and continued to say, "I didn't intend to tell Qi Ling."

You Suxi didn't understand: "Then why don't you go in and stop it?"

Yan He lowered his head and took a sip of coffee: "If you start, you can't stop it."

You Suxi thought about it for a second, and it was quite right. If you want to talk, you can solve anything with a phone call.

You Suxi asked curiously again: "But why did your ex-girlfriend tell Qiling this?"

Yan He lowered his eyes: "I never told her about my stay in China."

Yousushi nodded meaningfully: "Understood."

You Suxi: "Is it too late for me to worship your ex-girlfriend as a teacher now?"

Yan He smiled: "You are enough."

You Suxi stuck out her tongue: "I don't even know how to learn it."

You Suxi: "Speaking of which, how did you and Qi Ling fall in love with it? When did it start? You can pick up whatever you want to say and pass the time for me."

Yan He stopped moving his hands, and laughed at himself with a smile: "Why are everyone curious?"

Yousushi: "Because you...look, straight?"

Yan He grinned, really laughing.

In the restaurant, Wu Yixing was eating the food, and the two of them drank half a glass of the wine dispenser, but they didn't talk about the main point. Fortunately, neither of them was in a hurry.

Wu Yixing looked at his phone and put it in his bag.

"You learned the habit of sitting by the window from Yanhe, right?"

Qi Ling: "No. At that time, I think he gradually got used to the crowds and chose to sit by the floor-to-ceiling windows outside. Over time, it may have become a habit for the two of them."

Wu Yixing raised his eyelids: "Are you telling me how deep your bond is?"

Qi Ling looked out the window, indifferently: "No need. After sleeping in one bed for so long, I really want to choke you, and I find it difficult to explain it in detail."

Wu Yixing praised sincerely: "It's really a good habit."

Qi Ling frowned, unexpectedly something was wrong, she thought Wu Yixing was trying to respond to him.

Wu Yixing drank his saliva and said, "Then, in chronological order, you go ahead."

Qi Ling: "You ask."

Wu Yixing looked at him and laughed: "So calm?"

Qi Ling looked at the phone: "I want to go home early."

Wu Yixing's smile deepened: "Then I can't do what you want."

"Let's just talk about his illness. How did he get it?"

Qi Ling took a deep breath, not to look at Wu Yixing's piercing smile.

Squeezed between the eyebrows, took a sip of wine, spicy.

Slowly said: "Did you grow up in China?"

Wu Yixing: "Yes. I studied abroad in university."

Looking at the shadows of the trees outside the window, the street lights were warm and yellow, Qi Ling said calmly, "You should be about the same age as Yan He, not much older than me. The topic of homosexuality has been brought up a lot in the past few years. You should know what the environment was like back then."

Wu Yixing thought carefully and raised his eyebrows.

Qi Ling lowered her eyes and continued: "My parents are both soldiers, and they are more traditional. I didn't understand it very well at the time, so I just wanted not to say it. After all, no one will know. Before I met Yanhe, I liked a boy. I couldn’t help revealing something, which frightened people.”

Wu Yixing interrupted: "I've seen photos of Yanhe in his teens, they look great, and it's normal to fall in love with them."

Qi Ling sneered: "No, I didn't like him at first, and he was even so good-looking that I kind of avoided him."

Wu Yixing gestured for him to continue.

Qiling took a deep breath: "Yanhe's mother is a painter, and he came from the UK. I saw a lot, and Yanhe didn't think it was strange. After that, I fell in love with him. At least I won't be regarded as a different kind."

Wu Yixing saw the blood: "What does that have to do with his illness?"

Qi Ling poured herself another glass of wine and finished it.

Smacking his mouth, he let out a long breath: "Because I like him, and I don't know how to tell him. I saw several girls chasing him and ran away. One of them was scattered, and two more came up to covet him. Endure it and endure it." Just, can't help it..."

Looking out of the window, Qi Ling seemed to be lost in memory. After a long while, she smiled wryly and said, "I was cowardly at the time, and I didn't dare to speak out, so I just thought, find a way to hint at Yan He, and then make it clear." As Qi Ling breathed, her chest The ups and downs increased.

There was silence again, Wu Yixing did not let him go: "Then?"

Qi Ling closed her eyes.

He said hoarsely: "Then I asked him to go to a bar to hang out, and I did it on purpose, that kind of bar.

"But I'm very nervous, it's late."

Wu Yixing: "Then?"

Qi Ling frowned, and lowered her voice a little: "You know he has allergic asthma, right?"

Wu Yixing: "I know."

Qi Ling: "I've never seen an attack of his allergic asthma before, but he also keeps a box of medicine in his trouser pocket. I didn't think about that place well. I didn't think too much about it at the time, and I didn't understand it well... "

Now Qi Ling still remembers, when she searched the bar online, she was flustered, afraid that others would find out, and her hands trembled so much that she could hardly hold her phone.

"You know, he's almost, very, pretty. Lots of people like pretty little boys.

"When I went, there were a few drunks around him, and his whole body was in convulsions. I brushed away the people around me, and... opened the medicine in his hand to him."

The corners of Qi Ling's eyes turned red.

Even after drinking a few glasses of wine, he couldn't suppress the memories.

There were no descriptive adjectives in the words, but the scene vividly appeared before his eyes.

Still noisy, boiling.

Just like yesterday.

Qi Ling clenched her hands tightly, the veins on her forehead were throbbing, and Wu Yixing was rarely silent.

Qi Ling couldn't help but buried her face in her hands and took a deep breath.

He didn't find Yan He in the bar, nor was there any around him. While he was impatient, he was also secretly anxious, until he heard someone in the bar discussing mixed-race people. Only when the man was dumbfounded did he rush over.

What he doesn't want to recall in his life, what he doesn't want to think of again, what he will never forget, are intertwined into the same picture.

Yan He has a light blue shirt with stripes. Yan He has fair skin and looks very nice.

The light in the dark alley was dim, and the shirt was left on the side, dirty with mud.

Yan He curled up on the ground, clutching the medicine tightly in his hand, and said in a low voice, uncomfortable and stubborn, "Get lost."

"What kind of Joe, how to pretend, tsk tsk, half-breeds are different."

"Don't touch it, take off his pants quickly, I'll see if it's the same color there."

"Is there something wrong with him like this?"

"What the hell is wrong? If you don't want to play, let me try it first."

At that moment, Qi Ling's head hurt badly, and she was frightened and angry.

As soon as he saw Yanhe, he knew that he was ill.

Qi Ling suddenly pushed those people away, unable to control anything, knelt down to open the medicine for him first, and stuffed it into his mouth.

The inhalation medicine that Yan He used, he was so convulsed that he could hardly inhale it. Qi Ling took a sip and forced it into his mouth. At that time, he only thought that nothing happened to Yan He. Can't feel it anymore.

Fear paralyzed all nerves, leaving only Yan He's face covered in cold sweat in the world.

After recovering from the most difficult moment, Qi Ling stuffed the medicine into his mouth, and Yan He grabbed it tightly, his fingertips were pale, and his nails were full of dust embedded in the ground.

Qi Ling's heart also slowly came to life.

His eyes were bloodshot when he turned his head, with the resentment of a young man, and he was beaten up by his father, Qi Ling knew exactly where people could be beaten and where they couldn't be beaten.

The corner of my eye was accidentally broken, and I didn't feel any pain after being subjected to multiple forces...

It's a pity that two of them ran away, and he took off the remaining one and stepped on the wrong foot.

When he looked back, Yan He was sitting in the corner with his eyes closed, tightly holding the medicine.

The pinched bruises on the body are obvious, and the pants are half-slanted, and they should have been taken off if they were too late.

Qi Ling has never hated herself so much.

He squatted down carefully and pulled Yan He up. Yan He was trembling and sweating. Qi Ling bent down to fasten his belt. She couldn't hold back the tears. The shirt should be put on by Yan He.

Fuzzily feeling the gentle touch, Yan He's slender eyelashes trembled, and finally opened his eyes.

The first thing that came into view was the boy's teary face.

Yanhe didn't cry.

Qi Ling couldn't stop crying.

The two looked at each other, Yan Heshun asked him to put on his clothes, Qi Ling bit her lip, there was no sound, only tears.

Yan He tentatively stretched out his hand, Qiling immediately hugged him tightly, hot tears kept falling on Yan He's shoulders, making him shrink back.

With his last breath of strength, Yan He said, "It's all right."

When I woke up again, I came to the hospital, and I was still dominated by the fear of impending death, waking up with fright.

Qi Ling sat next to Yan He, holding his hand firmly, and kept repeating: "It's okay, it's okay, I'm Qi Ling."

It was the voice that finally broke through the encirclement. Yan He looked at him tiredly, then relaxed and fell asleep again.

Yan He will never know that Qiling stayed up for a few days and kept watch day and night, afraid that he would wake up and there was no one around him.

Yanhe wouldn't know either.

Qiling's shamelessness towards himself was engraved into his bones bit by bit with the expression on his terrified waking up.

Why does he like boys? Is he making a mistake?

If there is a fork in the road, Qi Ling doesn't want to like boys either.

Feelings that cannot be expressed are even more humble, and the attitude as low as dust is waiting for a response.

If there is a choice, Qi Ling doesn't want to bear these.

Questions never have answers.In reality, there is only Yan He's sleeping profile in the ward.

Only feelings that never dare to touch again.

Qi Ling almost gave up, he even thought, if Yan He is fine, come here, he will take the initiative to introduce some lovely girls to him.

It's a pity that the world can only move forward, not backward, and cannot be rewritten.

What happened, you can only live with it.

Yan He will never get better, and this pain is burned into Qi Ling's spine.

The author has something to say: The next chapter is basically all about the youth line~~ The disease of the cigarette box is a process~~

The writing method will be a little different. If the front is in normal tones, the memory will be a little silent, with a bit of inappropriate purity and obscurity~~ In fact, I have said so much. What I want to say is that before falling in love, please wear Good body armor, good tempered glass heart~~~let`sgo!

If there is really something similar to redemption in this article, it probably refers to the cigarette case for Qi Ling~~~

Yes, only falling in love can save everyone~ This is the correct way to open this article~~~Please continue to love me~~What~~~

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Thanks to twincosun, Cha'er, Picking up a seven to smash the landmines for me, love~~~ Also thank you for your comments and support, love~~~