Luggage Syndrome

Fu Lang stopped talking, pursed his lips, and started the car.Even the knuckles of the hands holding the steering wheel were white.

Liang Yicheng never expected that he would hear the word "dare not" from Fu Lang's mouth one day.

So much so that he didn't dare to ask.

He used to like to break the casserole and ask the bottom line, but gradually he found that many things can't be solved even if he knows about them.

Especially about Fu Lang.

Fu Lang went to work, but Liang Yicheng's vacation did not end.

Although he had already gotten used to Fu Lang's routine of turning day and night upside down, the moment he woke up alone in the empty big bed, he still felt an unspeakable sense of loss in his heart.

Liang Yicheng sighed long, patted his face and sat up.

There was a pot cover on the small tea table in the living room, and under it was the breakfast Fu Lang made for him.

Fu Lang was on the morning shift today, so he got up early enough, and now he took the time to make breakfast for him.

He wanted to share it with Fu Lang, but in the end it became a burden.

Liang Yicheng fell heavily on the sofa.

After a long time, he sat up slowly and lifted the lid of the pot in one breath.

The golden-yellow fried dumplings were neatly arranged in two rows on the plate, and hot porridge was still simmering in the small stewing pot beside it.

The aroma of food filled the whole room, blending with the soft atmosphere in the room.

It is the taste of home.

Liang Yicheng took a deep breath greedily.

But Fu Lang's house always seemed to be not quite like a home in some way.

The little white cat, curled up in a ball in the cat's nest and sleeping soundly, also moved its nose, raised its head, and sniffed carefully, then slowly opened its cat's eyes, arched its back, and stretched lazily. Lazy.

The little white cat jumped onto the sofa, its sky-blue cat eyes were shining brightly, staring straight at the fried dumplings on the small tea table, looking ready to move.

Little white cats usually don't dare to jump on the small low table, but without Fu Lang, he can't restrain it.

Liang Yicheng felt a sense of crisis, picked up the fried dumplings, stood up, turned his back to the little white cat, and quickly stuffed the still warm fried dumplings into his mouth one by one, his cheeks bulging like a hamster.

"Meow - meow -"

The little white cat howled anxiously at his feet, its two front paws kept pulling at his legs.

He nimbly turned around to avoid the jealous attack of the little white cat, and an empty corner of the living room broke into his vision unexpectedly.

He stopped abruptly.

"Just put it over there."

"Ok!"

"Thank you, I didn't expect it to be delivered so quickly."

"It should! You can return it for free within seven days. If you are satisfied, please give a good review!"

"no problem!"

Liang Yicheng sent the delivery workers away, and it took a lot of effort to clean up.

He rubbed his sore waist, stretched his waist, and slowly moved to a corner of the living room, looking at the dining table he bought on a whim with some trepidation.

It was a sandalwood square table.

The first time he saw this table, he thought it matched Fu Lang very well.

Maybe it's because the reddish-brown color is similar to Fu Lang's favorite Pu'er tea color, or maybe the time-precipitated breath is somewhat similar to Fu Lang.

More importantly, there is a feeling of home.

Liang Yicheng put the roast meat he bought into a clean plate, and carefully wiped off the wet water under the plate, before carefully placing it on the newly bought dining table.

A few of Fu Lang's favorite dishes were neatly placed on the brand-new dining table, and the tempting aroma slowly permeated.

The little white cat was sitting at the foot of the table, looking curiously at the table which was much higher than usual, bent down, twisting its round buttocks, obviously accumulating strength, but still staring at Liang Yicheng hesitantly.

Liang Yicheng lightly kicked the little white cat's butt angrily, breaking up the energy it had accumulated for a long time.

"Meow!"

"How dare you go to the dinner table! Let's see how your clean freak will deal with you when he comes back!"

"Meow-"

He picked up the little white cat, away from the dining table, and collapsed on the sofa.

After working hard all day, tiredness slowly came up.

Fu Lang opened the door of the house, and the corridor in front of him was pitch black, except for the lights in the back of the room.

The house is quiet, there is no sound of TV, no sound of cooking, and no one person or cat rushing to greet them.

"Yi Cheng?"

Fu Lang called out, but did not hear an answer.

The dark corridor seemed to be the same at the other end of the connection, without the sound of life.

Fu Lang suddenly dropped the plastic bag in his hand, and the snacks he bought for Liang Yicheng were scattered all over the floor.He strode up the small steps in the entrance, completely forgetting that his shoes were still hooked up halfway, and stumbled.He held on to the shoe cabinet in a state of embarrassment and managed to stand still, hurriedly kicked off the shoes on his feet, and rushed into the dark corridor with his head buried.

Passing through the dim corridor, the soft lights gently embraced the rushing people, Fu Lang stopped and slowly calmed down.

Liang Yicheng was lying on his back on the sofa, under a small pillow, and he kicked the other pillow to the ground.His chest rose and fell slowly, and he looked like he was fast asleep.

Fu Lang walked lightly to Liang Yicheng's side, and bent down very slowly.

The hot breath exhaled by the sleeping person gently brushed the tip of Fu Lang's nose, he was completely relieved, and then turned his head to look at the person close in front of him.

His lover had clear features, thick and slender eyelashes, and under the plump silkworms, there were faint dark circles.

Fu Lang frowned, but Liang Yicheng didn't know if it was because Fu Lang was too close to block his nose ventilation, and his thin lips parted slightly.

Fu Lang opened his eyes wide, stared at those two lips for a moment, and kissed them lightly without hesitation.

He kissed it lightly and then let go, seeing that the person was still awake, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

The little white cat was embedded between Liang Yicheng's right chest and the soft sofa, with only a handful of white fur exposed. Hearing Fu Lang approaching, he struggled to pull himself out.

Fu Lang watched as a mass of white hair slowly arched and became a bigger and bigger mass.Finally, the little white cat pulled its head out and shook it vigorously a few times before opening its eyes to look at him.

The sky blue eyes are pure and flawless.

The little white cat gracefully stepped on Liang Yicheng's chest with its two front paws. The light above made it squint its eyes, and it stretched lazily.

"Meow - woo~?"

Fu Lang saw his little friend being trampled by the cat, and quickly picked up the half-stretched little white cat, which immediately caused it to howl in dissatisfaction.

"Meow meow!"

Fu Lang hugged the cat with one arm, and lightly tapped the little white cat's head with the other in warning.

The little white cat has been doted on by Liang Yicheng recently, and there are fewer chances for Fu Lang to beat it, so it is not afraid of him, and it is proud of the favor, and the more it barks, the louder it is:

"Meow meow meow--!!!"

Fu Lang looked at the person who had opened his eyes in a daze, and immediately exerted a little force on the hand that knocked on the cat. The little white cat whimpered, and finally closed its mouth pitifully.

"Brother Lang? You're back? Why did I fall asleep...Are you hungry? The food is ready..."

Liang Yicheng rubbed his eyes with one hand and groped on the back of the chair with the other, as if he wanted to get up.

Fu Lang lowered his eyes slightly, and said softly, "Sleep for a while when you're tired."

"I'm not tired anymore."

Liang Yicheng shook his head, struggled to sit up, caught a glimpse of the dining table in the corner, and immediately became nervous.

Fu Lang did not express his opinion for a long time, and his heart was already discouraged.

"Uh, Brother Lang, that, I'm sorry, I made my own decision. If you don't like it, I will return it tomorrow. Brother has already got off work today..."

"What brother? Return what?"

Liang Yicheng touched his nose and pointed hesitantly to a corner of the room.

"Just—that—"

In a state of apprehension, Liang Yicheng saw Fu Lang's slightly curved peach eyes slowly widen, staring blankly at the sandalwood table, as if trying to stare right through it without blinking.

After a while, a trace of red appeared in the bottom of the eyes, and gradually even the eye sockets became red.

Fu Lang came back to his senses suddenly, raised his head, but he couldn't let back the overflowing tears with his closed eyelids.

The moment the teardrop fell from the corner of the eye, it was wiped away in a panic.

The distraught Fu Lang completely forgot the cat he was holding when he raised his hand. Fortunately, the little white cat landed on the ground lightly. He looked up at Fu Lang who was covering his face with his hand. He didn't understand why he was suddenly thrown to the ground. With a loud cry, he jumped back onto Liang Yicheng's lap.

Liang Yicheng didn't expect Fu Lang's reaction to be like this, he froze in place for a moment, at a loss.

"Brother Lang, you—"

"You eat first, I'm going to wash my hands, the food is getting cold..."

Fu Langyu turned his back incoherently, stumbled towards the corridor.