Luggage Syndrome

"They were right."

"If I hadn't insisted on studying medicine, if I hadn't stayed there, if, I had taught my mother the common sense of first aid, if, if I had cared more about him..."

Liang Yicheng was covered by Fu Lang's eyes. In the darkness, Fu Lang's slightly crying voice made him feel like a knife pierced his heart.

"Even, even if I just make a few more phone calls to my family... maybe everything won't turn out like this..."

"There are too many, too many things I can do, but I haven't done anything..."

"It's not that I can't do it, I just... never thought of doing it..."

"My father, what he had in mind, was never himself."

"What I want to do, even if it's wrong - he will support me, tolerate me, and understand me..."

"But I, I'm really...too selfish..."

"It's my fault, it's all my fault...I'm guilty."

His broad chest could not stop trembling.

The heart-piercing grief and bone-deep remorse made that tough and thin body fluctuate more violently, like an inflated balloon, lingering on the verge of bursting.

Liang Yicheng suddenly understood.

What is the reason for Fu Lang's feeling of being far and near.

Sometimes it is illusory, as if it cannot be firmly rooted in this world.

Sometimes moths rush to the flame, as if they want to burn that limited life to the extreme.

Fu Lang was still alive, but he seemed to treat every day as if it was his last, and he was exhausted from living.

Because he is guilty.

Guilty for your so-called selfishness.

Because he is atoning.

To atone for the inability to save oneself again and again.

He is also waiting.

Waiting for the god of death to take away his father, his patients, and his best friends, silently taking him away when the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry.

In that short life, Fu Lang had already experienced too many deaths.

What he was prepared to face, and what he didn't expect.

Something that has nothing to do with him, and something that makes him tear his heart apart.

Perhaps all of this has made Fu Lang believe in his heart that death is his destination.

Liang Yicheng was cold all over.

In a panic, he raised his hand and touched Fu Lang's face.

The wet cheeks were colder than his hands.

He couldn't see it, but it was not difficult to imagine how sad Fu Lang was at the moment.

He wanted to touch Fu Lang's face gently, but Fu Lang pressed his hand firmly.

Fu Lang is always rejecting him.

Refusing to let him see him cry, and refusing to let him feel his pain.

Like a dying man who refuses sympathy.

But she didn't want to push him away.

——Fu Lang still needs him.

Liang Yicheng gradually calmed down, and said softly:

"Brother Lang, you are not wrong, your father... It is not your fault that he left, and he will definitely not blame you..."

"You didn't study medicine for yourself, you didn't choose to be a nurse for yourself, you didn't work day and night for yourself...you're always living for others..."

"But, Brother Lang, your father, he wants you to live for yourself."

Fu Lang's voice was muffled, like a wronged child: "Why? Why does he want me to live for myself? Obviously he can't do it himself?"

Fu Lang was quiet for a while, but his breathing became more and more urgent, and finally choked up and said:

"I...hate him so much...why...he refuses to tell me anything, obviously I can share the burden for him..."

Fu Lang took a deep breath and said in a low voice:

"Later... I understood him a little..."

"There are a lot of things, it's really easier to bear alone than to share your worries..."

"Especially... the person I love..."

Liang Yicheng opened his eyes wide.His eyes were still tightly covered, but a faint light leaked in from between his fingers.

Fu Lang paused, and said:

"It's ridiculous, I hate him, and I will slowly live like him in the end..."

"Will I one day be like him, a person... living exhaustedly, and finally... dying peacefully..."

Fu Lang stopped talking, but the hand holding him trembled slightly.

Fu Lang used to yearn for death so much.

Living is too painful, too guilty.

His life seemed to be a redemption forever.

I will always atone for my incompetence, powerlessness, and indifference.

He once firmly believed that one day, when God felt that he had made up for his sins, his life would end abruptly in the ward, or beside the operating table, or on the way home late at night.

When he collapsed from exhaustion, he would close his eyes contentedly.

That was the best ending he could have imagined.

But since when did he actually yearn for the home with the warm yellow lights.

Liang Yicheng held Fu Lang's hand, slowly raised his head at a speed that Fu Lang could hardly detect, and put his mouth against that resolute face, moving upward inch by inch, reaching the destination with difficulty, and stopping on Fu Lang's lips. side.

"Brother Lang, you hate that he doesn't let you share the burden, but you don't tell me anything... Do you really want me to hate you? Do you want me to hate you and run away by yourself?"

Liang Yicheng smiled helplessly: "But let me tell you, I won't hate you, and I won't run away."

Fu Lang slowly closed his eyes and smiled wryly.

Liang Yicheng raised his head, lightly pecked the corner of Fu Lang's lips, and said softly:

"You are not your father, you will never live like him, and you don't need to live like him."

"You think you are guilty, you can slowly repent... Life is so, so long, don't rush? I will stay with you until you are forgiven—"

"—forgive yourself."

Liang Yicheng took a deep breath, and whispered in a trembling voice:

"Brother Lang, I beg you, try to forgive yourself, please?"

Liang Yicheng gently kissed those two lips.

He had never kissed someone so reverently.

With appeasement, with pleading.

With feelings that have nowhere to rest.

Tears slipped from the corner of someone's eyes and fell to the lips of the two, but they were kissed away slowly by the water.

The shallow kiss like a dragonfly touching water made Fu Lang's rapid breathing gradually calm down.

After the long light kiss, the hand covering Liang Yicheng's eyes loosened at some point, and penetrated into his hair, holding him firmly.

Like to keep.

Also like a dying struggle.

Liang Yicheng opened his eyes.

Those charming peach blossom eyes were half-opened, watching him tenderly.

At this moment, Liang Yicheng was convinced.

Fu Lang loves him.

Liang Yicheng kissed her again.

The gradually steady breathing by the ear gradually became rapid after the shallow kiss turned into a deep kiss with lips and tongue intertwined.

Liang Yicheng hooked Fu Lang's neck and kissed his cheek lightly, making that pale and cold skin gradually warm.

Fu Lang trembled all over, but he didn't run away as usual.

Alcohol and tears made those peach blossom eyes more moist and hazy, and what slowly ignited inside was scorching heat.

Liang Yicheng bent down and kissed Fu Lang slowly.

Almost the moment he touched that lip, Fu Lang's tongue rushed into his teeth, making a sticky sound of water.

Liang Yicheng blushed, but straightened his waist, making the kiss even more intimate.

Liang Yicheng kissed her again.

The gradually steady breathing by the ear gradually became rapid after the shallow kiss turned into a deep kiss with lips and tongue intertwined.

Liang Yicheng hooked Fu Lang's neck and kissed his cheek lightly, making that pale and cold skin gradually warm.

Fu Lang trembled all over, but he didn't run away as usual.

Alcohol and tears made those peach blossom eyes more moist and hazy, and what slowly ignited inside was scorching heat.

Liang Yicheng bent down and kissed Fu Lang slowly.

Almost the moment he touched that lip, Fu Lang's tongue rushed into his teeth, making a sticky sound of water.

Liang Yicheng blushed, but straightened his waist, making the kiss even more intimate.

The intimate sitting posture and the close body make each other's reactions invisible.

Even through several layers of fabric, he could feel Fu Lang's impulse.

Liang Yicheng felt hot all over.

Fu Lang's breath was scorching, with a faint smell of alcohol, but Liang Yicheng was more intoxicated than the strongest alcohol.

He stretched out his hand and gently held the upright part of Fu Lang's lower body.

Hotter and stronger than I remembered.

Liang Yicheng's breath suddenly became chaotic.

The fiery body temperature, the panting in the ears, the fullness of the palms.

He has never been so eager for Fu Lang.

The door of the bedroom was slammed violently, the little white cat was startled, and poked its head out of the cat nest shyly, only to realize that it was locked outside alone, and scratched the door angrily for a while, After howling a few times, seeing no response from the people inside, he went back into the cat's nest aggrieved.

The two people inside the door turned a deaf ear.

Liang Yicheng took advantage of Fu Lang's drunken womb and pushed him onto the bed. He also jumped on the bed in a hurry and took off Fu Lang's home clothes.

Today's Fu Lang was more obedient than ever, and even raised his hand cooperatively when Liang Yicheng took off his clothes.

Liang Yicheng threw the stripped clothes away, looked straight at Fu Lang with tentative eyes, and stretched out his hand towards the pants that Fu Lang had been guarding against in the past.

Fu Lang didn't stop him, but stared at him with deep eyes, like a warning.

Without flinching, Liang Yicheng looked at Fu Lang firmly.

"Brother Lang, I love you, I—"

"—want you."

After saying a word, Liang Yicheng's face was burning with panic, but he caught sight of Fu Lang's blushing up to his ears, and immediately he was not ashamed, and quickly pulled off Fu Lang's pants.

This was the first time he saw Fu Lang naked.

The lean body has a powerful beauty, the abdominal line is not deep, but every muscle is properly depicted.

The shallow mermaid line runs down and disappears into the pubic hair on the lower abdomen.

The bloodshot penis stood straight in the middle of the pubic hair, and its color was much darker than Fu Lang's sickly pale complexion.The blue veins protruding from the pillar's body, coupled with the impressive size, made it look particularly ferocious.

Liang Yicheng blushed, he didn't dare to look at the aggressive part, lowered his head, but was surprised again.

Because Fu Lang had been wearing trousers for a long time, his legs were much whiter than his upper body.On that white calf, many small blue and dark red blood vessels were clearly visible, spreading in a twisting pattern, like one after another intertwined spider webs.

There are not many small blood vessels that can be clearly seen on the thigh, but a few thicker veins have bulged.

Liang Yicheng stretched out his hand, caressing those terrifying blood vessels carefully.

"Brother Lang, what's the matter with these...?"

Fu Lang sat up, looked at Liang Yicheng with extremely gentle eyes, and said softly:

"nothing."

Although Liang Yicheng didn't understand, the shocking scene in front of him was definitely not as calm as what Fu Lang said.

He looked at Fu Lang stubbornly, and asked:

"What's wrong?"

Fu Lang looked at him quietly for a while, and finally surrendered, saying: "Varcose veins, it happens when you stand and sit for a long time, it's an occupational disease of nurses."

Liang Yicheng nodded, suddenly remembered something, and said seriously: "But other nurses are definitely not as serious as you. The nurses in your department all wear skirts. If their legs are like yours, they will definitely not wear skirts. .”

Fu Lang was silent for a while, and said: "I spend a lot of time on the operating table every day, and I still wear lead clothes, which puts a heavy burden on my feet."

"Does it hurt?"

Fu Lang sighed softly, and replied, "Sometimes."

Liang Yicheng was so distressed that he suddenly bent down and gently kissed those terrifying blood vessels.

He kisses very seriously.

He gently held Fu Lang's calf, and slowly kissed the tiny blood vessels, as if this could relieve Fu Lang's pain.

Fu Lang couldn't help trembling slightly, but he didn't stop it.Slowly, he kissed Fu Lang's thigh.

Following the bulging veins, he slowly went up, approaching the most dangerous place.

Fu Lang's breathing suddenly became quicker.

Liang Yicheng kissed the straight penis without hesitation, followed the protruding veins, went up little by little, reached the top, and slowly opened his mouth——

A hand grabbed his hair firmly, preventing him from moving further.

"That's enough..." Fu Lang's voice, tormented by lust, became hoarse, "Dirty."