【Rebirth】Late Cool

1997, the end of the year.Ten miles of peach blossom lanterns, the sky is full of firecrackers.

Scattered residual snow on the bluestone slab was covered with red firecracker fragments, which were soaked in water, showing a dark red color, like dried blood.

A pair of dirty sneakers stepped on the snow, with each foot soaked in water, making a rustling sound that only the owner could hear.

It was a child wearing an army green padded jacket, stumbling after a man who was walking fast in front of him. The man was holding a jug of wine in his left hand and his right hand was in his pocket. He turned his head and said impatiently: "Wu Liang, don't dawdle, hurry up!"

The child behind shook his hands and breathed a sigh of relief, moved his unconscious toes, lowered his head and quickened his pace.

The man in front slowed down, but his mouth was unforgiving: "Unlucky, it's Chinese New Year, I'm going to pick up a towel bottle, I'm as dumb as I don't know how to say a fart... When you see your aunt, remember to say something It sounds good, it's Chinese New Year..."

The child behind said nothing, just lowered his head even lower.

The journey was not far, but when they arrived at the so-called aunt's house, Wu Liang was so tired that he almost knelt down.

Pushing open the door, the festive TV background sound rushed over, the dining table was steaming, and all the smiling faces froze strangely the moment they saw Wu Liang.

Wu Liang barely opened his frozen face and smiled at the woman on the table: "Aunt..."

The woman on the table finally realized that it was a thin and capable woman. She could tell at a glance that Wu Liang was terribly cold, greeted the guests with a smile, and brought Wu Liang to the bathroom.

She put the clothes on the shelf, and said to Wu Liang: "Wu Liang, we also know about your family, you, don't be afraid, stay at my aunt's house now, be sensible, don't make trouble , These are your cousin's old clothes, you wear them first, and I will buy you new ones later..."

At that time, there were still very few people who installed a hot water system. Wu Liang mixed the water in the kettle with cold water, took off his clothes, wiped his cold skin with a towel, and dipped his hands in the hot water. There was a subtle tingling and a faint itching.He didn't know at that time that after he had frostbite this time, he would not be able to escape the fate of getting frostbite every winter. He just stared blankly at his face in the mirror. The youthful and immature face was flushed like cracks, and his eyes were red and swollen. After touching the water, there was a burning pain.

He didn't dare to use too much hot water for fear of being rejected by the only aunt who had a good look at him. The clothes on his body smelled of camphor, but he was no longer so cold at last, and he pushed the wooden door open a crack , the laughter outside came into his ears, his eyes were hot, watching the juniors having fun in the living room with red envelopes, that was their excitement, and he was an out of season outsider.

This scene has been staged countless times in the long years to come. On festivals and birthdays, he has been watching as a bystander. No one asked him if he wanted it, and he never asked for it.

He understands that he has to be sensible and obedient so that he won't be annoying.Because apart from his parents, no one in the world can tolerate his coquettishness and self-willedness.

Living under the fence, he carefully made himself a transparent person. He has lived in school since junior high school, and worked part-time in college. He would send money to his aunt’s house every month, but he rarely went back. It seemed that both parties agreed to this way of communication. .

When the relatives thought of Wu Liang, they all commented: "Wu Liang, that is really a sensible and poor child...Huh? Blind date? Forget it, look at him, he has been raised for so long, and he has never smiled at anyone. , is a heartless person, as the name suggests, with a cold nature..."

That has always been the label attached to him: sensible, pitiful, and indifferent, until the end of his death, this label only got a few sighs in front of his tombstone.

In 2017, it was still a snowy night, and all his misfortunes seemed to have happened in a vast expanse of white snow.

He huddled under the quilt, bright fireworks exploded in front of his eyes through the hazy glass, and his mobile phone kept sending blessing text messages. He was a casual acquaintance in the business world. These people might hug their lovers on the sofa Watching the boring but warm Spring Festival Gala, maybe playing mahjong with relatives and friends, it’s different from him anyway.He pressed his drowsy and painful forehead, but he couldn't think of a person who could give him medicine when he had a fever. He could call, but he didn't want to bother others because of such a trivial matter.

He looked at the ring on his pinky finger, a relic from his family, and every time he looked at it, he was motivated to take good care of himself.

Wu Liang put on his clothes slowly, and drove to the pharmacy.During the Chinese New Year, Baijia closed down, and he went around to find a pharmacy.

He didn't expect to meet his ex-boyfriend here, and his ex-boyfriend was buying a set.

The beginning of the story between him and him was wishful thinking, the plot was bland and tasteless, and the ending ended sloppily. One side was hypocritical and the other side was deceiving themselves. Both sides had nothing to say when they met. Wu Liang turned a blind eye to him and left in a hurry after buying the medicine.

But in the heavy snow all over the sky, he suddenly felt a lot of grievances and injustices. He was surprised and even a little scared. Obviously, as long as someone is willing to hug him when he is cold, he will be satisfied. He can treat him very well. Well, as long as he can get a little sincerity, why is it that after so many years, no one still likes him?

Maybe the high fever really burnt his reason, he suddenly started running without thinking, his figure was submerged in the indelible darkness in the distance, the footprints on the ground were deep and shallow, and finally were quietly annihilated by the snow, leaving nothing behind trace……

"Zhou Xiangwan..."

At this moment, Zhou Xiangwan was sitting by the bed, holding Wu Liang's hot hand in one hand, and a drug instruction sheet in the other, and was quite disturbed by the adverse reactions written on it.

It’s okay to have diarrhea and nausea, but why is there a chance of kidney failure?This is not medicine, it is clearly a mouthful of poisonous milk, okay?

This boss's immune system is as endowed and indestructible as his well-developed lacrimal glands. He has never experienced an illness cycle of more than two days. When he read the instructions of antipyretics for the first time in his life, he was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder split.

Frowning and putting down the manual, he heard Wu Liang's weak murmur. He looked up and saw his face was flushed with heat, and half of his face was sunk in the pillow.

He hasn't woken up yet, he's just talking in his sleep.

Well, I think about me even in my dreams, I must be his sweetheart, hehehe.

Zhou Xiangwan rubbed the corners of his mouth, feeling sore and soft, kissed his lover's delicate ear, his voice was still a little hoarse: "You need to get better soon, my husband will take you to a snowball fight tomorrow... ..."

Just as he was saying this, the hot person in his arms suddenly struggled violently, with such strength that he almost threw Zhou Xiangwan off.

He saw that Wu Liang closed his eyes tightly, and in just a few seconds, fine sweat oozes from his forehead, as if caught in a nightmare.

Fragments of words leaked from Wu Liang's lips, and only vague words like "pain, cold, go away" could be heard clearly. Zhou Xiangwan thought that he had dreamed about the experience of being kidnapped. Going up to hold his convulsive fingers buttoning the bed sheet, he sweated more than Wu Liang in an instant, "Don't grab it too hard, your hand is still hurting, Wu Liang, wake up, if you don't wake up, I will beat you..."

After Zhou Xiangwan's vocal cords were stimulated, he could no longer utter the deafening Russian bear roar. Seeing that Wu Liang hadn't woken up, he couldn't bear to slap him.He always took a slanted sword in critical moments, pressed down on Wu Liang's face with both hands and rubbed it violently. His method borrowed from his usual experience of waking pugs.

But Wu Liang's first sentence after opening his eyes completely wiped out his aura of rubbing his face just now.

Wu Liang's eyes were opened blankly, and transparent tears flowed down his face unconsciously from the eye sockets. He covered his stomach and said blankly, "I seem to be... dead?"

Fuck, Zhou Xiangwan seemed to have thought of something, and his soul burst out of his nostrils in fright: "You...do you know who I am..."

Wu Liang embraced the quilt and sank into the warm and soft mattress. It felt completely different from the cold and hard snow. He looked at Zhou Xiangwan hesitantly and said, "Young Master Zhou, thank you for saving me. Is it your home?"

Yesterday was his death day, to be precise, it was the time when Wu Liang passed away in his previous life.

Looking at Wu Liang who thanked him in an unfamiliar tone, Zhou Xiangwan was shocked.

If he ruled out the possibility of slapping Wu Liang and losing his memory, then sitting in front of him was Wu Liang who he had missed all his life in his previous life.

how so?Wasn't it fine yesterday, is this about starting a new relationship?

Zhou Xiangwan never thought about this possibility, so he didn't know how to react. Of course, he actually reacted, but he didn't realize it.

"Cough, Young Master Zhou, what's wrong with you? Are your eyes uncomfortable?"

Wu Liang knew nothing about Zhou Xiangwan's mental journey. He didn't understand why Zhou Xiangwan stared blankly at his face, and suddenly two lines of hot tears came down. What was terrible was that he saw his red eyes My heart felt uncomfortable like being pricked by a needle.

Zhou Xiangwan sniffed, his brain went into a dead state, a sense of absurdity made him want to go back to the stove and rebuild.

He didn't want to talk, and he didn't want to see Wu Liang 1.0, so he shrank into the quilt with his throat stuck. He just wanted to cry silently for a while before facing this malicious world.

Wu Liang looked around in a daze, and suddenly realized something was wrong.He was stabbed seven times in the abdomen, but his palms were wrapped in gauze and his back was a little sore. This is the biggest doubt.

Also, why was he at Zhou Xiangwan's house, why was Zhou Xiangwan wearing his family's ring on his hand, and what happened?

It was early morning at this moment, with thick curtains hanging on both sides, skylight leaked in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the snow was flying outside, and it was covered in white, while the inside was warm, dry and hazy like a dream.The huge double bed was covered with dark blue quilts. He turned his head and saw a few pills scattered on the white bedside table, as well as a picture frame standing on it.

He was wearing a cheese-yellow pajamas, with a husky in his arms. He was tilting his head to avoid Erha's big hot tongue, and he was laughing, very happily.

It was his face, but it was very strange.Because he had never laughed so brazenly.