under the filth

After leaving the apartment building, Eisen walked towards the block outside the alley, and threw the two bags of garbage into the trash can as he passed by.The garbage bag that was thrown into the bucket lost its center of gravity and rolled twice, and the fragments of different materials inside collided with each other, making a crisp sound.

Hearing the sound of tiles colliding in the garbage bag, Eisen paused, glanced back at the garbage can, and walked out of the alley with a cold face.

Half an hour later, Eisen walked through the alley with two bags and entered the apartment building.

On the third floor, Eisen didn't rush into Tang Cen's room. He took out the key and opened the door of his house.He casually threw the bag on the sofa. Relying on his own guess, Eisen took out a few things from the cabinet and carefully put them into the bag before going to Tang Cen's room with the bag and the bag.

Pushing open the door, Eisen looked around twice, making sure that Tang Cen was still asleep before entering the door lightly.

After putting the things in the bag on the stove, and after busying for a while, Eisen took the cup and medicine into Tang Cen's room.

In the dark bedroom, Tang Cen was still curled up into a ball, sleeping soundly in the same position that Eisen had left before he left.Eisen put the water glass and the medicine on the bedside table, and slowly sat on the edge of the bed. The mattress under him kept sinking down with his movements. Every time it sank a little, Eisen's heart thumped. He was afraid that he would His movements woke Tang Cen up.

But until Eisen sat down completely, Tang Cen didn't wake up, and didn't even move.I don't know how tired he is to fall asleep in this difficult environment.

Eisen stared at Tang Cen's forehead which was covered until there was only a small piece of forehead, raised his hand and pinched the edge of the quilt, and gently pulled the quilt off Tang Cen's face, revealing Tang Cen sleeping defenselessly. The face is just red at the end of the eyes, as if to indicate something.

Rubbing the reddened area with his fingers, the temperature of that small piece of skin was a little higher than the surrounding area, and Eisen touched it twice obsessively before slowly withdrawing his hand.

He sat quietly by the bed, looking at his sleeping lover for a long time.

Tang Cen fell into a deep sleep this time, and when he woke up, his brain was still a little unconscious. He maintained his original position and lay under the quilt for a long time. When he fully woke up, he realized that there was still a person sitting beside the bed.

It was too close, and Tang Cen didn't see the person in front of him clearly, so he got up in a jerk. After sitting up and seeing that it was Eisen, his face immediately turned cold, "What are you doing here?" It's just that his throat was so hoarse after crying , The tone that should have been fierce also became non-aggressive.

Eisen watched secretly for a long time, and also expected how bad it would be to meet again after the stalemate, but he didn't expect Tang Cen to be so guarded against him.

It would be a lie to say that he wasn't sad, but Eisen didn't show the slightest bit on his face.

"You haven't answered the phone, I'm worried, so I came to have a look." Hearing his hoarse voice, Eisen handed over the water glass on the bedside table, "Drink some water."

Tang Cen looked down at the water glass handed to him, then at the concerned Eisen, bit his lower lip, took a sip from the glass slowly.The warm water moistened the dry throat, but it was not enough to relieve the discomfort. Tang Cen chose to live a little more comfortably than that little self-esteem.

That's right, his ridiculous self-esteem has long been trampled under his feet, and now it's just a facade, meaningless at all.

His eyes were always fixed on the cup, and he never glanced at Eisen, but he didn't know that Eisen's mood was ups and downs like a roller coaster ride in the short few minutes.

Eisen saw Tang Cen took the cup and held it in his hand, sipping it in small sips. Before he could cheer in his heart, he saw the wound on the back of his hand shaking in front of his eyes, his heart seemed to be pulled Live the same.

He opened and closed his mouth several times, but Eisen couldn't find a suitable opportunity. He waited until Tang Cen finished drinking a glass of water before he tentatively said, "Tang Cen, let's talk." As if he was afraid that his tone would be too loud The bluntness made Tang Cen uncomfortable, and Eisen hurriedly added: "Is it possible?"

Listening to his cautious tone, Tang Cen's budding negative emotions suddenly grew and spread wildly. He raised his head and was about to say something, but he saw the deep blue-black eyes of the other party.He opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say those vicious and merciless words, and said helplessly in a low voice: "There is nothing to talk about."

He lowered his eyes and ran his fingers along the rim of the glass.This cup is not what he usually uses, and it feels different in the hand. It turned out that he had already smashed the cup into pieces and threw it into the trash can.I don't know where Eisen took this out. It's really embarrassing for him to find an intact cup filled with water at the right temperature.

Tang Cen sat on the side of the bed holding a water glass, the corners of his eyes were red, and there were white wounds on the back of his hands. No matter how vicious he said, Eisen couldn't get angry with him.

With a long sigh, under Tang Cen's suspicious gaze, Eisen took the cup from his hand, and found alcohol and cotton swabs from the bag on the bedside table.After unscrewing the cap of the alcohol bottle, the cotton swab rolled in a circle in the transparent liquid. Eisen held out the cotton swab to the dazed Tang Cen, "First help you treat the wound."

Tang Cen was stunned, and looked down at the wound on his hand. The wound on the back of his hand, which was cut by the fragments of the mirror, had been washed by him so that there was no trace of blood, but it was not disinfected or bandaged. Although the wound had begun to scab, But when moving, the wounds at the joints will still be pulled.

He saw the broken mirror in the bathroom, saw the wound on his hand, and naturally saw the things in the living room, but he didn't ask anything, and did everything for himself.

Tang Cen struggled in his heart for two seconds, his fingertips clutching the edge of the quilt uneasily, then he turned his face away and stuffed his hand into Eisen's palm.

Eisen saw his reluctance, and didn't understand why Tang Cen resisted him so much, but at least he gave in a step, at least he was willing to hand over his hand now.

Holding Tang Cen's hand, Eisen gently wiped the wounds on Tang Cen's fingers with a cotton swab soaked in alcohol. The wounds in those places were scratched by the sharp edges of the mirror fragments, and scabs had begun to form after such a long time. Alcohol is only a simple disinfection on the surface.

After wiping it again, Eisen threw away the cotton swab in his hand, took another one dipped in alcohol, and pressed it on the most severely injured joint. The alcohol kept seeping in along the wound, and the sharp sting hurt Tang. Cen subconsciously drew his hand, but it was Eisen who kept holding it tightly so that he could not break free.

"It hurts?" Seeing Tang Cen nodded, Eisen lowered his head and blew on the place where the cotton swab rolled, "Hold it, it will be fine soon."

The skin of the joints, which had withstood most of the impact, was the most severely injured. After soaking in water again, and pressing up with a cotton swab dipped in alcohol, you can see a small piece of yellowish milky white pus stained on the white cotton wool.

When Eisen threw away the fifth cotton swab, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh, but Tang Cen kept silent, letting him handle the wound so well that he couldn't say a word of reproach, so he could only lower his head and continue to rub his hands. Actions.

But his serious expression fell into Tang Cen's eyes, which was another feeling.

From the moment he put his hand into Eisen's palm, Tang Cen wanted to withdraw his hand several times, but seeing Eisen's careful and gentle movements, Tang Cen finally couldn't bear to trample on his kindness.And when Eisen blew on his wound, it not only blew away the pain, but also blew away the fog that had been lingering in his heart.

Tang Cen never understood why Eisen was willing to come back to him after he knew the truth, endured so much harm from him, and was constantly driven away by him.

Now he understands, just as Eisen holds his hand and bandages his wound, Tang Cen can see from his simple movements how warm and loving Eisen's family is.

People who grow up in loving native families, even if the world hurts them with great malice, they will not lose their dignity, curse the world hysterically, and do not need to seek a short-lived sense of security from others and external objects.

What Eisen gave him was the warmth he got from his native family.

But not everyone has such good luck.

His emotions are captive beasts bred in the worst environment. It used to live deep in Tang Cen's heart, ready to explode and hurt people at any time. ①Tang Cen tried his best to tame it, but he was the one who was tamed in the end, Tang Cen as a human being.

After carefully affixing one end of the bandage with tape, Eisen let go of Tang Cen's hand, "Okay, try not to get wet."

"Yeah." Looking down at the bandaged fingers, Tang Cen didn't dare to look up at Eisen.

He was different from him, from the beginning.

"Thank you."

Eisen was tidying up the things on the bedside table, while thinking about how to persuade Tang Cen, when he heard him thanking him in a voice as thin as a mosquito, he was so shocked that he almost lost his grip on the bottle cap in his hand.Looking back, Tang Cen was already curled up under the quilt with his back turned to him, Eisen couldn't help chuckling at that awkward look.

After screwing on the cap of the alcohol bottle, Eisen sat on the edge of the bed and shook Tang Cen's shoulder lightly, "I'll make whatever you want to eat."

"It's all right." The voice from under the quilt was muffled, and it sounded a bit aggrieved. Eisen didn't think much about it, and just rubbed Tang Cen's hair twice before getting up and going to the kitchen.

After hearing the sound of Aisen's footsteps going away, Tang Cen, who was huddled under the quilt, got up, and opened the tightly drawn curtains without leaving any gaps. Without the hindrance of the heavy fabric, the warm sunlight rushed towards him. Don Cen.

Rubbing the wet corners of his eyes, Tang Cen walked out of the bedroom.

Eisen has always lived in the sun, his eyes have never been blinded by darkness, like a clear blue lake, shining with pale golden waves.

Those eyes were so beautiful, Tang Cen couldn't bear to ruin them.He would rather continue to entangle with Lu Sheng than drag Eisen into his quagmire.

Tang Cen leaned against the door frame, looking at Eisen's back busy in the kitchen, his eyes were dim.

But he regretted it now, maybe it was too late.

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①Inspiration comes from the words of friends.