you little guy

Chapter 8 die

The winter rain was too cold, and God couldn't bear it, so he blew away the blindfold of his son of the sun in one breath.In an instant, the sun shines down in every possible way.But there is always a small corner that cannot be illuminated by the general public. It will be accompanied by darkness day and night, and live with woodworms.

When Yu Yang opened his eyes, he saw stars all over the roof, shining in the warm sunlight.

Immediately afterwards, he saw an all-too-familiar face. The indifferent majesty was vividly displayed in the bloodshot eyeballs, but it softened into a spring when he met his gaze.

The stickiness of tenderness and sweetness seemed to be overflowing during the speech, and the face was filled with uncontrollable joy, "Ayang, are you awake?"

"Go and call the doctor!" This sentence was said to the door.It was so cold that there was no emotion.

There was a sound outside the door, followed by hurried footsteps, which sounded like they were walking in a hurry, and seemed to be running.

Yu Yang stared at him blankly, there was no trace of emotion in his black pupils, like an exquisitely crafted puppet, like a human in every way, but lacked energy.His soft hair was slightly messy on his forehead.

Yan Yixin followed with a tug, and the tender eyes showed infinite love again, "Ayang, you have been sleeping for a week, and you finally woke up."

The lying person closed his eyes, and he opened his mouth, his voice was so weak that it was infinitely close to the wind.

Yan Yi subconsciously brought his ears closer, and he heard, "Why is it you who woke up and saw you?"

Yan Yi's movement of sticking to his ear paused for three seconds before he said, "The only person you see when you wake up is me."

Before Yan Yi's face darkened, he heard again, "Then it's better to die."

Yan Yi's hands trembling slightly covered the increasingly thin and pale cheeks, and he took the trouble to answer his doubts one by one, "Ayang, people who commit suicide cannot go to heaven."

He paused and said, "Death is the most meaningless and stupid thing in this world." He kissed the other party's dry lips, as affectionately as if kissing a piece of rare treasure, It was not until there was blood on the lips that he reluctantly left.

But the eyes of the person lying down were indifferent from beginning to end without a trace of brilliance.

...It seems that I still haven't taught myself well.

The doctor arrived soon, and because of Yu Yang's injury, he decided to let the doctor stay at Yan's house for convenience.

From the doctor's room to here, it is only a few steps upstairs and downstairs.But when the doctor knocked on the door and came in, there was a thin layer of sweat on his head, which was really rare in the cold winter.

Yan Guiwan also came in, and stood silently and respectfully in the corner, hiding his body in the shadow that the sun could not reach, waiting for orders.

Yan Yi turned his body sideways to make room for the doctor. The doctor held the instrument in fear and carried out an examination. After working for a long time, he finally changed the bottle.Then a small sigh of relief was heard.That soothing sound was vividly interrupted by a cold looking look.

The doctor wiped the sweat from his forehead, said there was no major problem, and explained a few more words.As soon as Yan Yi raised his hand, he was invited down by Yan Guiwan.

Yu Yang turned his head to look at the slowly closed wooden door.It happened that Yan Yi blocked his sight.

"roll!"

Touching Yu Yang's cold hand, Yan Yi tucked the quilt for him, thinking that the temperature should be adjusted higher, "A Yang, how did I teach you, huh?"

Look, it's time to get down to business.

"I taught you that your knife can only be pointed at others, not yourself. Have you forgotten?" The end of his voice rose, and even the last word was tinged with danger, making people uncomfortable. Consciously, I will be on tenterhooks.But this is of no use to a person who finds death meaningless, and life even more meaningless.

"roll!"

Yan Yi's expression turned cold, but he still smiled, "Unhappy?"

You have to have a degree in everything, Yan Yi...he was angry.

Yu Yang wronged Baba's weakness and said, "Unhappy."

"No matter how unhappy you are, you can't hurt yourself. If you are unhappy, just tell me, and I will remove all the things that make you unhappy." He smoothed Yu Yang's messy hair and used it to coax the child "Ah Yang, stop making trouble."

"It's you who make me unhappy."

Suddenly there was a trace of stubbornness in the eyes that looked at the lying life without a trace of emotion.Yan Yi laughed immediately, and said over and over again, "Ayang, how could it be. I am the only person in this world who can treat you unconditionally."

Yu Yang questioned in his weak voice, "Where's Hanamaki?"

Yan Yi's face was so calm that he couldn't make any waves, he just needed to say the answer he had prepared a long time ago, "Hanjuan is 11 years old, it is old. Birth, old age, sickness and death, people can't escape, and dogs can't escape naturally. "

"Liar."

"Do you remember what's in that candy jar?" Yan Yi looked down at him, and said casually, "The aunt who never wanted to take care of her didn't like it. She was eaten by a flower roll and died."

see...

This is what happens to good people.

Yan Yi smiled, "Don't worry, I burned the little clothes for it, and it will definitely be a beautiful little princess when the flowers are rolled to the other end." He took the porridge brought by the servant with a low eyebrow and pleasing eyes, blew on it, and poured the soup The spoon was passed to Yu Yang's mouth.

When Yu Yang raised his hand, the porridge spilled all over the floor.The servant beside him knelt on the cold floor and wiped it with a rag.Can't make a sound.

Time seemed to have paused, and the whole room was warmed by the sun, which isolated the cold outside.The two people in the room were silently confronting each other.

The former stood and looked at the latter with tender eyes.The latter was lying down, with bright red lips on his paper-pale face, even though he was sick, he couldn't stop the beauty, so pale and fragile... gorgeous.

It didn't take long for the former to lose the battle.

Yan Yi went to bed by himself, and hugged Yu Yang through the quilt. The temperature in the room was obviously very high, but Yu Yang was always like an ice cube. How can I eat, I have to eat more or less."

"I lose my appetite when I see you." Yu Yang turned his back to him, and the wound on his abdomen let out a heart-piercing wail as he moved.

Feeling the slight trembling of the person in his arms, Yan Yi's lips brushed against the other's fair neck, and the stubble pierced the other's slender and delicate neck, "It still hurts, doesn't it?"

...the question was not answered.

Yan Yi touched the wound with his hand, exerting force secretly, and still blurted out a tender question, "Ayang, does it hurt?"

The aggrieved voice finally spoke softly, "It hurts."

"Look, didn't you suffer the crime yourself in the end? You must not point the knife at yourself," Yan Yi said, "but don't worry, Ayang, you can't die, I will let you live a long life."

The breathing of the people around him gradually increased, and there was a cry in the baby's voice. The voice was not loud, but it was enough for the person holding him to hear clearly. He said, "Don't curse me like that."

"..."

"Yan Yi." The person with his back to him suddenly called his name, his voice was cold, but these two words sounded like the sound of heaven when they came out of his mouth.

"I'm here." The gentleness in Yan Yi's eyes became even more gentle, and his exhalation became a million times gentler. Afraid of frightening the little guy, he said again, "Ayang, I'm here."

"Where is it buried?" he asked.

He replied, "Under a tree in the backyard, when the branches and leaves are luxuriant next spring, there will be little birds and butterflies to accompany her. It will not be lonely."

"But she's dead..."

After saying this, Yu Yang began to cry, the rainy pear blossoms made people feel distressed.This is the first time Yan Yi saw him cry so hard.Yan Yi gently patted the other person's back and sang a lullaby to lull Yu Yang to sleep.

But his heart was sour, so sour.He never thought that one day he would compete with a dog to be jealous, so he unconsciously wanted to ask, "Ayang?"

"Yan Yi is a bad person, so Yu Yang doesn't want to talk to him." Even crying can't stop Yu Yang from speaking out his stubborn words, like a child who lost his most beloved toy.

Yan Yi piously kissed the other party's neck, "Ayang, if one day I die, will you cry for me like this?"

The time waiting for an answer always passes very slowly. Yan Yi has never waited for someone so wholeheartedly, nor has he been so entangled and looking forward to it.But now he was really looking forward to the next answer... He knew that he would not hear any good things from this little guy, but he still asked.

The crying became softer, "I..."

Yan Yi suppressed the impatience in his heart, and asked softly with a deep and magnetic voice on a face that showed neither emotion nor anger, "How are you?"

The man in his arms turned around, under the light eyebrows, the black pupils gleamed with innocence like a child, on his pale face were two dry tears, and his lips were so red that they could bleed .With the sunlight outside the window, he smiled brightly, and he said, "Of course."

"Ah, yes..." This answer was obviously what Yan Yi wanted to hear the most, but Yan Yi was stunned.It took him a long time to reach out and caress this beautiful little guy tremblingly, until he confirmed that every inch of skin on the other person's body belonged to him, and then he smiled, "But I won't let you wait until that day."

Time passed quickly, maybe very slowly, who knows.Anyway, before I knew it, a month had passed.As the Chinese New Year is approaching, there are more things to do. Lord Yan will be very busy at this time of year, and Shenlong will leave early and return late at night, or even not return.

But this year is very special, Lord Yan entrusts all affairs to his housekeeper.And he followed behind that beautiful little guy every step of the day.

Originally, the private relationship between Lord Yan and this Mr. Yan...was only a matter of the past two years, now everyone from the elders of the Yan family to the cats and dogs knew how much this Mr. Yan was favored and how much he could not be messed with.

The author has something to say:

Yan Yi asked Yu Yang whether Yu Yang would cry for him one day when he died.

Yu Yang said yes.

It's just lip service.