Luggage Syndrome

Three days are fleeting.

Liang Yicheng sat on the co-pilot, propped his face on the window sill with one hand, but turned his head, blatantly peeping at Fu Lang who was concentrating on driving.

During the three days of vacation at the seaside, Fu Lang felt a lot more relaxed.The brows that were always frowning unconsciously were also relaxed, showing him a gentle smile from time to time.

It's just that his face is still a little pale.

Liang Yicheng regretted not having Dora Fulang go to the beach to bask in the sun.

However, he and Fu Lang come to midnight every night, and when he wakes up the next day, it will be noon, and then he will have a luxurious lunch, and it is already afternoon when he arrives at the beach, so there is really no chance to have a good time sun.

Playing songs every night is really bad.

However, it seems that he is not the one who strikes first every night, but this beast in front of him!

While he was muttering, Fu Lang suddenly turned his head to the side. He wanted to look at the rearview mirror on the right, but his gaze met his gaze unexpectedly.

Fu Lang's peach blossom eyes were slightly bent, and the cold eyes that were originally looking at the road suddenly became warm.

The corners of Fu Lang's lips curled up, and he asked in a low voice, "What are you thinking?"

"No, nothing nothing!"

Liang Yicheng's face was burning hot. He still seemed to have no resistance to Fu Lang's face. Every time he looked at him, his heart beat faster, and he couldn't bear Fu Lang's smile.

Fu Lang is so handsome! ! ! ! !

Liang Yicheng howled in his heart.

Even though Fu Lang smiled and stopped talking, turned his head and concentrated on driving, Liang Yicheng calmed down after a while, patted his still hot face, and asked, "Brother Lang, shall we go to Brother Tudou's house first?"

Fu Lang narrowed his eyes: "What are you doing at his house?"

"Take Xiaobai!"

"Oh, forgot."

Liang Yicheng: "..."

"Meow meow meow--!"

Liang Yicheng was sitting on the sofa at Yang Yue's house, the little white cat was at his feet and howling at him with its tail upright, but whenever he reached out to hug it, it immediately ran away, watching him from a distance vigilantly.

"Hey! Xiaobai! Don't you recognize me!"

"Meow--"

Yang Yu put down two glasses of juice in front of him and Fu Lang, and said:

"Uh, it might have been frightened yesterday..."

"What happened to it?"

"I didn't notice it on the sofa yesterday. I bounced it out when I sat down. I shouldn't be hurt. I was just a little frightened. I'm sorry."

Yang Yu scratched his hair, which had obviously just gotten up, his eyes flickered, and his eyes drifted to the closed bedroom door from time to time.

"It's okay, it's because Xiaobai is too timid."

For a moment, Liang Yicheng didn't think about how to sit to fly such a big cat, he got up and ran to the little white cat, grabbed the cat that was turning to run away, and picked it up firmly.

"Meow-"

Surrounded by his breath, the little white cat let out a low cry and stopped struggling. It lay in his arms and let him run down its fur, making a "purr purr" sound from its throat.

After a while, the little white cat straightened up, raised its head, and gently rubbed its wet nose against his chin.Liang Yicheng laughed softly, lowered his head, and rubbed the little white cat's head with the tip of his nose.

Yang Yu looked at the person and the cat who were obsessed with nothing else, and at Fu Lang who was sitting on the sofa desertedly, suddenly felt a little funny, and teased:

"It turns out that what you picked up was not a son, but a rival in love."

Fu Lang's gaze back from Liang Yicheng was still gentle, gentle and peaceful, which made Yang Yu feel a little dazed for a moment.

Fu Lang in front of him seemed to have changed back to the person he had known for a long time.

Yang Yu was happy for Fu Lang from the bottom of his heart, but he didn't miss every opportunity to laugh at him: "In order to be your daughter-in-law, our little Chengzi really worked hard."

Fu Lang's gaze fell on Liang Yicheng again, it was so hot that it melted and stuck.

I don't know if he also remembered the scene when he first met Liang Yicheng, and laughed softly.

Yang Yu stared at his smiling face, and suddenly said, "Lang Zi, go back and have a look."

Fu Lang's smile froze.

Yang Yu felt a little regretful, maybe it was too early to mention this matter.

Yang Yu glanced at Liang Yicheng, who was eavesdropping with the cat in his arms, pondered for a moment, and finally took a deep breath, and said, "Auntie has always missed you, and you never talk about yourself on the phone with her, she wants to ask Well, I dare not ask. My mother, an outsider, came to me in a hurry to ask me what happened to you mother and son. How long have you been home? Three years? Four years? What you said to your mother is not as good as you Do you talk a lot with your cat? I'm really anxious."

Fu Lang didn't say a word, and finally stood up slowly, lifted the little white cat from Liang Yicheng's hand, stuffed it into the cat bag, carried it on his back, picked up the packed cat food and cat litter, and stretched it with his empty hand. Liang Yicheng said in a low voice: "Let's go first, thank you this time, I will treat you to dinner next time."

Yang Yu got up silently, and sent the two of them to the door. Looking at Fu Lang who still refused to answer, he sighed softly and said, "My mother said, Aunt Li also wants to see you."

"Aunt Li, do you still remember? She is - Wenxuan's mother."

Liang Yicheng was sitting on the co-pilot with the cat bag in his arms, peeking at Fu Lang through the rearview mirror.

Fu Lang frowned slightly, and turned into that preoccupied look again.

He knew that it was impossible for Fu Lang to be freed from those seemingly endless pressures forever, but he never expected that the ease and joy of these few days would come to an abrupt end.

It was obviously the same environment as on the way back, but now he felt like he was sitting on pins and needles.

Even the movement of exhaling was deliberately relaxed, trying not to make a sound.

It was too quiet in the car.

Not even the little white cat meowed.

The lifeless silence made him helpless and helpless.

He knocked on the cat bag as if asking for help, but the little white cat ignored him.He lowered his head to the small transparent plastic window of the cat bag, and the little white cat inside curled up into a ball. When he saw him, he raised his head lazily.

Under his eager gaze, the little white cat finally opened its mouth and yawned loudly.

Liang Yicheng: "..."

He wished he could pull out the stupid cat and rub it, but he was afraid that the cat would scratch the leather of the seat, so he had no choice but to give up.

Just then, his cell phone rang.

Liang Yicheng: "!"

He quickly took out his mobile phone, and it was a WeChat message to remind him.

[Student Xiaoming: Ercheng, are you leaving?How's your vacation going? 】

[An orange: It's okay. 】

[An orange:?etc? 】

[An Orange: How do you know we're gone?Are you still at Brother Tudou's house? ! 】

[Student Xiao Ming: Yes.After all, the relationship between me and him is relatively delicate now, so I won't show my face when you are all here, so as to avoid embarrassment. 】

[An orange:?Haven't you officially been with Brother Tudou yet? 】

[Student Xiaoming: No, but I think it should be soon, after all, these days are not for nothing...]

[An orange:? 】

[An Orange: Did you feed the cat? 】

[Student Xiao Ming:? 】

[Student Xiaoming: I give you full marks for your comprehension ability...]

[An orange:? ? 】

[Student Xiao Ming: Oh, speaking of cats, when Shuzai and I fell on the sofa that day, we didn’t pay attention, and bounced the cat so high. 】

[An orange:? ? ? 】

When Liang Yicheng finally understood Yu Qingming's words, he lowered his head again and patted the cat bag sympathetically.

After being interrupted by Yu Qingming, Liang Yicheng's suppressed mood improved a bit, and he turned his head to look at Fu Lang who was silently staring in front of him.He couldn't bear it any longer, took a deep breath, and said:

"Lango."

"Ah."

"Why don't you want to go home?"

"Did you hear?"

"Ah."

The car fell silent again.

Liang Yicheng was anxious, but suddenly realized that he was not qualified to ask Fu Lang why he didn't go home.

Because he himself did not want to go home.

He stalked for a long time, but still bit the bullet and asked in a low voice:

"Don't you want to see your mother?"

The car slowly stopped in front of the red light, and Fu Lang stared at the front without moving, without saying a word.

Liang Yicheng stopped urging, and quietly looked ahead with Fu Lang.

The long countdown on the traffic light passed by second by second, and slowly became zero.

The green light is on.

Liang Yicheng held the cat bag firmly in his arms, but Fu Lang didn't move, and said very lightly:

"There's nothing to see. She doesn't want to see me, and I... dare not see her."

The author says:

White Wolf: I'm dirty, I'm not a clean kitten anymore QAQPS: The latest update will be slower but I won't cheat! ! ! ! !