elopement

Chu Shiyu rolled his eyes at Yan Luan: "Are you cold?"

Yan Luan hugged the pillow tightly, and nodded at Chu Shiyu. There was an inconspicuous flush on his cheeks, which couldn't be seen because the living room was dimly lit. Chu Shiyu said "um", he put down Xinghua, put on his shoes and went to the bedroom. Soon he came out of the bedroom, holding a gray blanket in his hand, and threw it to Yan Ran from the air.

Yan Ran caught it immediately, and covered his lower body with a life-saving blanket.

After throwing away the blanket, Chu Shiyu went to the kitchen to look for medicine. He had to change the water and refill the water to re-decoct, so it took a lot of time. During this time, Yan Luan forced himself to calm down.Xinghua stared at him in the dark, with hostility.

Yan Luan finally calmed down and muttered to Xinghua: "You are my cat, why do you always think of me as a bad guy?"

At this time Chu Shiyu came out of the kitchen, Xinghua immediately turned around and walked to his feet, Chu Shiyu hugged Xinghua, glanced at Yan Luan: "Don't bully it."

Yan Luan let out a "hmm", lifted the blanket, took off the pillow, and finally found a comfortable and non-embarrassing way to lie on the sofa.

"Isn't it cold anymore?" Chu Shiyu asked him, Yan Luan nodded, then sat up after a pause: "Teacher, please wear a pair of socks."

Chu Shiyu frowned: "I'm not cold."

Yan Luan pondered for a moment: "Then cover it with a blanket."

"What's wrong..." Chu Shiyu didn't talk nonsense with him, and pulled the blanket that Yan Luan put aside, and covered his legs.

Chu Shiyu asked Yan Luan to watch how he changed the water during the third frying. Chu Shiyu put the filter on the mouth of the cup, held both ends of the casserole with both hands, and then poured the liquid medicine and medicine residue into the cup.

In order to see clearly, Yan Luan took the initiative to get closer, and supported Chu Shiyu's slender waist with both hands, almost climbing him to see. The moment Yan Lun's hand touched it, Chu Shiyu's hand trembled, and the medicine splashed out, and it was directly splashed on the On the back of Chu Shiyu's hand.

"Hiss..." The back of Chu Shiyu's hand suddenly had severe burning pain, he put down the casserole, turned his head and stared at Yan Ran with red eyes: "Are you sick?!"

In his panic, Yan Huan realized that he had done something wrong. He grabbed Chu Shiyu's wrist and wanted to pull him to the edge of the sink to flush, but Chu Shiyu shook off Yan Luan and walked out of the kitchen.

Yan Lun followed suit step by step, he grabbed Chu Shiyu's arm, this time he was prepared so he pulled it very hard, Chu Shiyu couldn't break free, and Yan Lun couldn't help but dragged him to the bathroom.

Yan Luan turned on the faucet and swiped at Chu Shiyu's reddened back, confessing his mistake seriously while rushing: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

Chu Shiyu's hand was still twitching, and the anger and anger that had been inexplicably gathered all night broke out at this moment, and his voice was extremely indifferent: "Let me go."

Yan Ran raised his head and saw Chu Shiyu with red eyes and boredom in the mirror, he subconsciously let go, Chu Shiyu took out his hand, turned and walked out of the bathroom, and then Yan Ran heard a "bang", Chu Shiyu fell on the ground door to the bedroom.

Yan Luan was stunned for a moment, he turned and went out, as if he had somehow sensed the reason for Chu Shiyu's anger, he couldn't tell exactly, but he knew it was because of himself.

Chu Shiyu's medicine box was in the living room, and Yan Luan was standing at the door of Chu Shiyu's bedroom with the medicine box in his hand. He knocked on the door twice with a cute voice: "Teacher, you open the door, you need burn ointment on your hands."

There was no sound in the bedroom, Yan Ran was silent for a moment, and then said: "I put the burn ointment at the door, I will go away, and then you can come out and get it?"

There was still no sound in the bedroom, Yan Luan opened the medicine box, took out the burn ointment, and carefully read the instructions on it.

"He said it should be painted in time, but your hand didn't have enough time just now." Yan Luan stopped, knocked on the door twice, his voice was hoarse than before: "I'm sorry, I won't touch you casually in the future, I'm not talking nonsense that I like you anymore, you come out and apply some medicine, okay?"

Five seconds later, the door of the bedroom was opened by Chu Shiyu. He stared indifferently at Yan Ran who was standing outside the door with a cautious expression on his face. He suppressed his inexplicable emotions and took two deep breaths. He walked to the bathroom and turned on the faucet to rinse. Looking at the burn on the back of the hand, some small blisters had quietly formed on that piece of skin. Chu Shiyu's eyes were filled with mist, and the corners of his mouth drooped, staring blankly at the back of his hand.

Yan Luan stood at the door of the bathroom and looked at him, suddenly feeling more uncomfortable than before. He stared at Chu Shiyu's red eyes in the mirror, and couldn't help but said, "Can I apply the medicine for you?"

Chu Shiyu didn't answer, he kept his hand under the faucet and flushed it for almost 5 minutes, until Yan Luan stepped forward, stood behind him, and whispered to Chu Shiyu: "It's enough time for flushing, I'll take your hand Out."

Chu Shiyu didn't say a word, Yan Luan always felt that he seemed to acquiesce, so he went to turn off the tap, took a dry towel, and gently wrapped Chu Shiyu's hand: "Let's go, I'll apply the medicine for you."

Chu Shiyu raised his eyes, but he didn't look at him, but he didn't reject Yan Ran anymore, but followed him to the living room, sat on the sofa, and let Yan Ran hold his hand.

The redness on the back of his hand hadn't disappeared yet, Yan Luan put Chu Shiyu's hand on his lap, put some burn ointment on his hand, and gently rubbed it on the back of Chu Shiyu's hand.

Chu Shiyu subconsciously retracted his hand.

Yan Luan raised his eyes to look at him, Chu Shiyu's eyes, nose tip, and lips were a little red.

"Does it hurt?" Yan asked randomly, as if asking a child who was learning to walk for the first time and fell down.

Chu Shiyu nodded, his throat seemed to be blocked by something, bursts of sourness welled up in his eyes, he blinked, and two tears slid down like that.

Yan Luan saw Chu Shiyu cry for the first time, his gaze was a little hard, but the force contained deep apology and heartache, and his voice became softer, as if Chu Shiyu would feel less pain this way.

"I'll blow it for you while painting it, please bear with it, okay?" Yan Luan's Adam's apple slipped, and he spoke every word very slowly.

Chu Shiyu nodded again.

Yan Ran gently blew on the red back of his hand, and then wiped the burn ointment evenly and gently with his fingers.

After wiping it off, Yan Luan put Chu Shiyu's hand on the cushion, and took the tissue paper over, Chu Shiyu's eyes were still full of tears, and his eyes were unfocused.

"It's finished." Yan Luan felt distressed and regretted one after another, and he handed over the tissue: "Wipe your tears."

Chu Shiyu finally had some reaction. He glanced at Yan Ran, but his tone was self-willed, even crying: "I don't want to wipe."

Yan Luan nodded and put the tissue aside, at this moment Chu Shiyu looked at him again: "I'm going to sleep."

Yan Ran said "hmm", and he got up: "Then I'll go and take the medicine away, and Xinghua will stay here with you."

Xinghua seemed to understand human speech, she easily jumped onto the sofa and squatted beside Chu Shiyu.

Chu Shiyu sniffed: "Mix the three cups and divide them into two cups. Drink one cup tonight and one cup tomorrow morning."

Yan Luan nodded: "Okay."

Yan Luan came out of the kitchen with two cups of traditional Chinese medicine. Chu Shiyu sat in a daze. Yan Luan walked towards the door silently, looked back worriedly, and asked worriedly, "You won't cry when I leave, will you?"

Chu Shiyu looked at Yan Ran with mixed emotions, and before he opened his mouth, his eyes were full of tears, his eyes seemed stubborn and fragile, and he just stared at Yan Ran.

Yan Luan put two cups of traditional Chinese medicine on the side, and went straight to Chu Shiyu who was crying silently. He knelt down in front of Chu Shiyu, sighed helplessly, and said to him: "This is the last time."

Chu Shiyu was tearful, and before he could react, he was hugged by Yan Luan who got up.

Rather than hugging, it would be more appropriate to say hugging, Yan Luan almost rubbed Chu Shiyu's whole body into his chest, in a protective gesture.

"I think you seem sad, not just because of the pain."

Yan Luan pressed Chu Shiyu's head, letting him lean on his shoulder, Chu Shiyu was dumbfounded at the moment, and let Yan Luan hug him tighter and tighter.

"I don't know why, but I think, if you are left alone, you will be more sad, right?" Yan Lun said in a hoarse voice.

"I may not be able to solve your sadness for the time being, but I can stay with you first, if you don't resist." Yan Luan imitated the way those old people coaxed children, and gently patted Chu Shiyu's back with his hands.

Chu Shiyu couldn't control his gaffe, it was true that he was afraid of pain, it was true that he thought of some people and things because of this pain, it was true that he felt powerless, and it was true that this hug came in a timely manner.

Chu Shiyu was silently embraced by Yan Luan, and the floodgate of tears was suddenly opened, streaming down endlessly. Yan Luan's chest was warm and powerful, and the young man's heartbeat was vigorous and vigorous, which made Chu Shiyu feel hopeful.

After an unknown amount of time, a meow suddenly sounded in the quiet living room, Xinghua "meowed" twice in dissatisfaction, Chu Shiyu moved, and Yan Ran immediately let go of him.

The tears on Chu Shiyu's face dried up, he sighed, looked at Yan Ran with a tense and dignified expression: "Thank you."

Yan Luan breathed a sigh of relief, at this moment Chu Shiyu's tone suddenly became threatening: "If you tell me about my crying..."

"I promise not to tell!" Yan Luan vowed, and he got up: "I'll help you get a towel to wipe your face."

Chu Shiyu was sitting on the sofa, Xinghua jumped up again, and then stepped on his lap, stepping on the milk flatteringly.

Yan Luan came out with a hot towel, Chu Shiyu took the towel, wiped his face hastily, and then sighed heavily, you fell into some deep emotions in an inadvertent moment, but it was difficult to come out, he looked at Yan Luan: "You sleep with me tonight."

Yan Lun paused, the emotions on his face were unpredictable like the summer weather, he didn't know what he was guessing in his mind.

"Stay with me, just tonight, don't think too much." Chu Shiyu's eyes drooped because of a bad mood, and she looked pitiful, like a thin and thin cat abandoned on the corner of the street, making it impossible for Yan Lun to refuse every proposal he made. a request.

"Yeah." Yan Luan nodded at him: "Then you go to bed, I'll sleep in the guest room."

Chu Shiyu pursed his lips, but did not move.Yan Ran was a little confused, he looked at Chu Shiyu tentatively: "Then I'll sleep in the living room?"

Chu Shiyu lowered his eyes, his eyelids were pink, and his tone was a little twitchy, but he was annoyed at Yan Luan's inability to realize his own thoughts: "If you don't move around, you can sleep with me."