Luggage Syndrome

Liang Yicheng was sitting on the bay window, and the little white cat was lying on his lap, wagging its fluffy tail comfortably.The warm sunset dyed his vision a soft orange-red.

For countless evenings, he sat on this bay window, watching the sunset, and waiting for Fu Lang to return home.

The night swallowed up the light little by little, he turned his head, the living room was quiet, the overly spacious room made him feel lonely for the first time.

There is a qualitative difference between waiting for someone to respond and waiting without results.

Liang Yicheng lowered his head, and gently kissed the little white cat's forehead, but was quickly slapped by the soft pink meat pad.

Liang Yicheng: "..."

"You are not allowed to eat canned food tonight!"

"Meow--"

"It's useless to call!"

"Meow-"

Liang Yicheng angrily picked up the little white cat, but the little white cat stretched out its two front paws, hooking his clothes persistently.

"Tsk! You are so courageous! You started bullying me when your father wasn't around, didn't you!"

"Meow."

"Om - hum -"

The vibration of the mobile phone in his pocket stopped the vicious fight in good time. Liang Yicheng took out his mobile phone with one hand free and saw that it was a video invitation from Fu Lang. The meat was soft enough that the phone didn't drop to the ground.

"Meow!!!"

He coughed twice to clear his throat, carefully scratched two handfuls of hair, and then quickly picked up the phone and connected it before the little white cat dialed it to the ground.

It's just someone who just left this morning. At this moment, he was a little nervous, and even his voice trembled slightly: "Brother Lang? Are you okay?"

The phone's front camera didn't make that face any less handsome, and Liang Yicheng's heart beat suddenly lightened up.

"Hmm. Have you eaten yet?"

"not yet."

"There is a plate of horseshoe cake in the refrigerator, which is made with the horseshoe brought by Aunt Li." Fu Lang smiled shallowly, "The horseshoe in my hometown is very sweet, and it is delicious when made into horseshoe cake. When I was young, my dad would make it for Chinese New Year. I eat it, and I really want you to taste it too."

"!"

Liang Yicheng rushed to the refrigerator with a "swish", and took out the stainless steel steaming plate that Fu Lang said in one hand, and the other hand holding the mobile phone did not forget to hold the cat on his chest. During the shaking, Fu Lang on the other end of the phone laughed and said: " Take your time."

"How can we not be in a hurry!"

Liang Yicheng hurriedly put the steaming plate, mobile phone and cat on the dining table, and was about to turn around when he felt that something was wrong, so he quickly grabbed the dazed cat off the dining table, and hurriedly ran to wash his hands.

The horseshoe cake is cut into neat slices. The translucent cake body and the small horseshoe in the middle are clearly visible. The refreshing dessert aroma makes the index finger move.

Liang Yicheng set up his mobile phone, found chopsticks, and smoothly picked up the flexible horseshoe cake into pieces, and he carefully put it into his mouth.

The cold and elastic taste is mixed with the sweet and crisp horseshoe, and every bite makes him have endless aftertaste.

"Delicious! Sweet and refreshing!"

Liang Yicheng didn't boast a few words, and the chopsticks consciously stretched out to the next piece of cake.

Fu Lang propped his face on one hand and looked at him dotingly.

"eat slowly."

Liang Yicheng ate three yuan in a row to relieve his hunger. Seeing Fu Lang's affectionate peach blossom eyes staring at him, his face suddenly became hot. He picked up the little white cat squatting aside and stared at him, and blocked half of his mouth. Face.

Little white cat: "Meow."

Fu Lang: "?"

Liang Yicheng collected himself and asked, "Brother Lang, how is your mother?"

Fu Lang's eyes became softer: "Very good."

"That's good!"

"Thank you, Yi Cheng."

Liang Yicheng's face suddenly turned even redder, he lowered his head and absently rubbed the little white cat's fur, and muttered softly, "Why don't you thank me."

"I love you."

Liang Yicheng: "?!"

Liang Yicheng's ears were blushing, and he stammered, "You, you, you just said, what did you say?"

Fu Lang's face didn't turn red, but the corners of his lips became more and more raised: "I didn't say anything."

"Brother Lang!"

Seeing that his little friend became angry from embarrassment, and the little white cat in his arms was almost blown out of his hands by rubbing, Fu Lang chuckled and said slowly, "I say, I love you."

"!!!"

The little white cat couldn't stand Liang Yicheng for a long time, and jumped to the ground when he was smirking and dazed, and got back into his cat's nest, licking the rumpled fur angrily.

Liang Yicheng lost his cover, so he had to lie on the table with his arms under his pillow, only showing his two eyes to peek at Fu Lang on the screen.

"Brother Lang..."

"Ok?"

"are you happy?"

Fu Lang smiled again: "Happy."

Being repeatedly attacked by Fu Lang's smiling face, Liang Yicheng's face was so hot that even his brain was a little dizzy. He suspected that if he ate another piece of horseshoe cake now, it might be heated up as soon as he put it in his mouth.

"My hometown has changed a lot. It's not what I remember. However, these changes are not bad."

"My mother is in good health, but she is very lonely. She spends a lot of time chanting scriptures every day, and she believes that my father is still with her in another form."

Liang Yicheng slowly sat up straight and listened quietly.

"The house she lives in is near my grandfather's house. It's actually a completely different house, but I don't know why it feels very similar to my previous home."

"Later I understood. My home has always been in my heart, and it is also in my mother's heart. As long as we remember, wherever we are in the future, its shadow will be there."

"Yi Cheng, so I have a home too."

"Where my mother is, is my home."

"Where you are, it is also my home."

The unexpected confession left Liang Yicheng, who was sitting upright, nowhere to hide. After blushing for a long time, he whispered:

"Brother Lang, I love you too."

After Fu Lang hung up the video, Liang Yicheng's body temperature gradually returned to normal.He slumped on the wooden chair, still reminiscing about Fu Lang's straightforward confession that he couldn't resist, and of course, that face.

However, if he wanted to do whatever he wanted with that beautiful deity, he would have to wait five days.

Liang Yicheng poked a piece of horseshoe cake in frustration and chewed it bitterly.I don't know if what I ate was not what I wanted, even the sweet horseshoe cake became less sweet.

"Ugh--"

He let out a long sigh and stretched his body long, when the phone suddenly rang again.

He immediately sat up straight, picked up the phone full of joy and looked at it, but the caller was his mother, and he was immediately discouraged.

"Hello—? Mom—?"

"Stinky boy! You still know how to call mom? It's been so long since you've been on vacation and you just call back. I don't know if your mom will worry about you?"

"I'm sorry, Mom—I go to grandma's house several times a week when I have free time. I thought she would tell you that I am doing well."

Liang Yicheng scratched his hair, stood up, suddenly felt itchy again, and began to look around.

"You still have the nerve to say that?! Are you still in school? Several times a week, you spend two hours taking the bus to the subway to visit your grandma in the old town, and you don't know how to drop by to see your mother?"

"Hey, I called you to ask you to drink tea, obviously you are too busy playing mahjong to come to see me."

"Hey! You brat! Have you learned to teach your mother a lesson?"

Liang Yicheng finally locked on the target, stretched out his magic claws to the little white cat curled up in a ball and rubbed it hard, until it started to bark its teeth and claws, then scratched its chin perfunctorily, and lazily hugged it to the ground. On the sofa.

Unexpectedly, the little white cat hugged Liang Yicheng tightly in fright because of the shadow cast by the sound of people hitting the sofa for some reason, and howled excitedly.

"Meow-meow-meow-"

"Hey, why did I hear a cat meowing. Chengcheng, do you have a cat again?"

Liang Yicheng quietly stroked the little white cat's fur, and waited until the little white cat calmed down completely before answering: "Yes."

Soon he added: "Even if I didn't have a cat, I wouldn't go back."

Liang's mother, Cen Fen, was also silent, and after a long while, she said, "It's true that your father did something wrong. He also knows that he has done too much, and often asks your grandma about your recent situation around the corner. "

Liang Yicheng was stunned for a moment, then snorted disdainfully, and said, "Then I'll tell my grandma not to tell him, otherwise I won't buy her a bowl of chicken wings."

"You child..." Cen Fen sighed, "I have learned nothing else, but I have learned a lot from your father's arrogant temper."

"Hey, don't talk nonsense, he has no humanity at all, I can't learn it."

"Liang Yicheng! How did you talk!"

Being attacked by his mother, Liang Yicheng immediately froze, and said in a good voice: "Mom, what else do you want? I'm going to get up for dinner—"

"Wait a minute, I almost forgot to tell you. The day after tomorrow, your dad booked a dozen tables at a restaurant in City G..."

Liang Yicheng interrupted: "No, I don't want to see him."

"Listen to me. The day after tomorrow is your grandma's [-]th birthday, and your grandpa, grandma, uncle, and uncle will all come to celebrate her birthday. She and grandpa have always loved you so much, won't you not celebrate her birthday with her?"

Liang Yicheng was completely silent.

Cen Fen held her breath nervously.

"All right……"

Cen Fen breathed a sigh of relief.

"but……"

Cen Fen held her breath again.

"I don't want to eat Wanzai fin, I want to drink stewed shark fin soup."

"...Okay, okay."

Cen Fen sighed, is this kid shrewd or stupid?

The author says:

White Wolf: Obviously a fool.Orange: If Brother Lang is not here, we must find a way to improve the food.