legal cohabitation

The consequence of sneaking out for a date in pajamas at night was that Lu Qian woke up the next day feeling dizzy and weak, and his head was still terribly hot when he touched it.

Now is the time when the flu is raging, and Lu Qian is also unfortunately caught.

Before He Peng got on the plane, he received a call from Lu Qian. His voice was very nasal and a little hoarse.

"I am sick."

With a simple sentence, He Peng immediately turned around to find Lu Qian.

Because of the sudden fever, the program team did not let Lu Qian continue to follow the big team to shoot, but sent a photographer to follow up in the hospital alone.

Wearing a mask, Lu Qian looked sullen, looking tired and weak, his head was feeling drowsy, and his brows could not help but frown.

He was leaning against the wall, with his head bowed, a thermometer in his mouth, and his eyelids drooping.

"Okay, it's almost done." The nurse on the side said.

Lu Qian took out the thermometer, checked the number by himself, handed it back, and said, "38.2 degrees."

There were already a lot of people gathered around to take pictures of the landing dive. The voices were noisy and bustling, and they were all stopped in the outer circle by the security guard. The nurse said: "The blood test report came out, it is viral flu, and we need to hang water."

Lu Qian asked, "How many bottles?"

"Three bottles, about three hours or so, but this time the flu is not so easy to suppress, and it should continue to hang for two or three days, depending on whether your body temperature can be lowered."

Lu Qian nodded and asked the cameraman: "What is the plan for the program group?"

Cameraman: "The director said that if it is serious, it is okay to directly shoot the content of the hospital."

"Then I will apply for hospitalization? Otherwise, I will infect them again when I go back, and then there will be only the hospital content." Lu Qian said.

****

When He Peng rushed to open the door and came in, there was only Lu Qian in the ward, and a video camera was set up in front of the bed.

His cheeks were flushed with heat, his complexion was so pale that it could almost blend into the quilt, and it was so pitiful to be alone in the single ward.

He Peng strode over, walked around the back of the camera and turned off the machine, walked to the side of the bed, raised his hands and rubbed his sweaty hair due to discomfort.

He spoke in a very soft voice: "Why did you suddenly get sick?"

Lu Qian's nose was blocked, and his voice became more muffled. He complained in a low voice, "It's your fault. I came to see me suddenly yesterday, and I caught a cold."

"Well, blame me." He Peng responded with a good temper, and put his hands outside into the quilt, "Why are you alone?"

"I asked the cameraman to leave. I was afraid that he would be infected if he stayed in the same ward as me for so long. Anyway, it's the same where the camera is placed." After Lu Qian finished speaking, he realized something, and pushed He Peng away with his mouth covered. , "Don't get too close to me, be careful, it was flu now."

"You've called me here and you're worried that I'll be infected." He Peng sat down on the side of the bed nonchalantly, leaned over and kissed Lu Qian on the forehead, "Don't worry, I have good resistance, I'm not So easy to get infected."

Lu Qian snorted in disbelief and reminded him: "Who went to the hospital because of stomach problems last time?"

"It was caused by unhealthy work and rest, and it has nothing to do with the flu," He Peng said.

"You also know that your work and rest are unhealthy!" Lu Qian glared at him.

He Peng felt that everything he said was wrong, so he had no choice but to beg for mercy and agree.

Probably just had an injection, and I don't know if there is any sleep-promoting ingredient in the injection, Lu Qian soon fell into a drowsy sleep again, but he was very uncomfortable in his dream.

He dreamed about those very painful scenes three years ago.

He Peng's injured hand was full of malicious packages and letters, He Peng's parents reprimanded him unfairly, and all kinds of rumors on the Internet, true or false.

Lu Qian was covered in sweat when he suddenly left the dream, his body under the quilt was still trembling uncontrollably, he was dizzy from the countless flashing pictures in the dream, sinking and floating in it for no reason, the cold sweat was still behind him It seems to come out layer by layer.

He just lay on the bed, looked at the ceiling, slowly closed his eyes, and after ten minutes or so he let out a sigh of relief.

The sky had already darkened, and a gap was opened in the window, blowing the curtains slightly, making it quiet and harmonious.

He turned his head to find a comfortable position to fall asleep again, but he saw He Peng sleeping beside his hospital bed at a glance.

The moonlight came in through the window, casting a crystal light on He Peng's side face, and that faint light spread completely on his face, making his stiff eyebrows melt away.

Lu Qian's heart also melted.

He stretched out his hand from under the quilt, only to realize that he had hung up the three bottles of water at some point, and He Peng probably waited for the nurse to pull out the needle after he finished, before falling asleep.

Lu Qian tapped the back of He Peng's hand with his fingers.

"Huh?" He Peng was sleepy when he just woke up, his eyes were only opened a crack, and his voice was hoarse: "Why did you wake up?"

"Go to bed and sleep." Lu Qian said.

He Peng glanced at him, did not refuse, took off his shoes, and squeezed into the bed with Lu Qian in his arms.

Anyway, the door of the ward was locked, and the camera was turned off. There was no in-room surveillance in the VIP single ward, but both of them were tall, so it was a bit difficult to squeeze into the narrow single bed.

Lu Qian was hugged by him, struggled again and turned around: "I can't sleep facing you, it will infect you."

So He Peng hugged him from behind, with his chest pressed against his back, the breath and body temperature of the two of them blended seamlessly.

"Is it okay if you don't go back to the company?" Lu Qian asked.

"It's not a big problem. I postponed the original meeting, and my assistant has already sent me an electronic version of several recent contracts." He Peng said, "I'll take a look at it tomorrow if I have time."

Lu Qian held He Peng's hand on his waist and interlocked his fingers.

"He Peng." His voice was a little heavy, "Do you know why I broke up with you at that time?"

"Ok?"

"I also find it difficult to explain clearly. When I was studying, there was a girl who liked me very much. She was the most fanatical one I met before I had these fans. She wrote to me every day, the kind of long-winded , each letter may have thousands of words, and they often come to my class to find me and bring me milk tea and cakes."

Lu Qian paused, and continued: "At that time, I didn't know that I liked boys. At that time, Tong Yang joked to me every day, saying that I was so sorry for not accepting such a good girl. But I never thought it was so good. I I just feel distressed, very distressed, I...I don't like the emotion of being unreservedly dedicated, it makes me feel very at a loss and very tired..."

He Peng sighed softly behind him, and silently hugged him tightly.

"You were also very kind to me at that time, very kind. I don't know if I fell in love with you at the beginning because you were so kind to me, picking me up from get out of class, taking me to play, teaching me to do my homework, It was the kind of 'good' that I lacked the most at that time."

"I'm so happy to enjoy all the good things you have done to me, and I even tried my best to get all the favors from you, greedy and rascal, because I like you. But then I really encountered problems, I think this kind of liking is too much, and when I think about it later, I also feel that you are quite wronged."

"It's obviously not your fault."

Lu Qian stopped talking, because He Peng's lips were pressed against the back of his neck, and a warm kiss fell there.

"I like to treat you well, and this is not a sacrifice in itself for me." He Peng said.

"When I first entered the entertainment industry, I was actually quite scared. At first I met good people like Shen Yi and Song Dao, but then I also met a lot... bad people, I dare not tell you, but That kind of beautiful illusion of the original world is torn apart, and the feeling of seeing the truth all at once is really uncomfortable, and I don't know how to face those."

He Peng's face turned cold, but he rubbed his lips against Lu Qian's neck, and asked in a hoarse voice, "What kind of person did you meet?"

"It's just...that kind of thing."

He felt unbearable, and still didn't say it, but He Peng understood everything while he was hesitating to speak.

The treasure he holds in the palm of his hand really encountered the ugliest human nature at such a clean age. When He Peng carefully protected him from any harm from the outside world, someone still tore the truth apart. It was shown in front of Lu Qian.

He Peng is Lu Qian's back.

He stood there, and as long as Lu Qian stepped back, he would be able to touch him.

Behind Lu Qian is a firm backer and all the beautiful fantasies, but in front of him is the most naked truth and ugliness. In such a comparison, it is even more difficult for him to accept the kindness and kindness that He Peng has paid to him .

That little bit of goodness made Lu Qian feel that He Peng had endured too much for him, but the age of him and He Peng also made him unable to truly love each other many times.

Lu Qian didn't want to speak again, so He Peng didn't force him, but silently gathered his interlocking fingers.

"What about you now, have you thought about our current relationship?" He Peng asked.

As soon as Lu Qian changed his previous attitude towards him, apart from being really unable to control his emotions, it was impossible that he hadn't thought about the way to go in the future at all.

"I'm not sure." Lu Qian lowered his head, took He Peng's hand, kissed the back of his hand, and said softly, "But I don't want to be separated from you again."

"I used to really hope that I could grow up quickly, don't always drag you behind, I want my strength to be worthy of your liking for me, the kind of feeling I want, is that kind, equal Those who support each other, that kind. I also want you to trust me and believe that I can handle those emergencies, instead of completely protecting me from seeing them."

"You are so kind, so good that I always put pressure on myself involuntarily, so good that I don't want you to suffer a little bit of grievance for me, that's not what you should bear. You can't blame what happened at that time You might blame me, I just don't want you to go through that." At this point, Lu Qian's voice was already a little choked up, "I thought you could be yourself again if you were separated."

"But I still love you." Lu Qian said, "From beginning to end, I love you."

At that moment, the 22-year-old Lu Qian became the same as when he was 19 years old.

He Peng's heart was sour, he turned around the boy in his arms, and anxiously kissed his lips, with a sense of comfort.

"I only love you." He touched Lu Qian's earlobe, "Even earlier than when you realized that you like me, it's my brother's fault, I've been standing still, waiting for you to take the initiative, always take the initiative How tiring a person must be, thank you for your hard work."

Lu Qian stared at him blankly.

He Peng said...he had liked him earlier?

"Lu Qian, listen. You are very good, and you are also very good. In my eyes, no one is better than you, so I am afraid that you will be wronged, so I will work hard to protect you."

He Peng looked at him, "So, don't quarrel with your brother anymore, just like me, I've been waiting for you for three years, and if you wait any longer, you'll be in your 30s."

What responded to He Peng was that Lu Qian suddenly turned over and stepped over his body, holding his face and kissing him accurately.

Lu Qian even forgot that he still had a fever and a cold, and such contact might infect He Peng.

"Do you still remember the house you asked for from me?" Lu Qian kissed him, and spoke in a small voice, panting with blush and heartbeat in his voice.

"Remember, what's wrong?" He Peng asked.

"Although it's past my 22nd birthday, I want to replenish you."

As Lu Qian spoke, he frantically pulled He Peng's clothes. The young man's legs were sideways beside He Peng, and his eyes were dark, as if they were destroying the Milky Way in ancient times, but they were extremely firm.

"I just paid the liquidated damages. I have no money now, but I will definitely give you a home before you turn 30."

His voice was a little trembling, and it contained too many unspeakable emotions that were difficult to express.

He Peng was also stunned by his sudden sugar-coated bullets. They were separated for three years, and they were blank for three years. Even though they were so ambiguous and sweet afterward, they were not as touching as this renewed agreement. .

The two hugged each other, and what was going to happen next, both of them knew very well, they were as close as they were three years ago.

He Peng pinched Lu Qian's shoulder hard, and the world spun for a while. The two changed positions. Lu Qian felt a little cold, tilted his head and sneezed untimely, but remembered that he was still having a fever.

"Wait a minute, He Peng...I have a cold and I will infect you!"

He put his hands on He Peng's chest, but He Peng pulled him up to the top of his head, pinched his wrists with one hand and pressed them on the pillow.

Lu Qian blinked blankly, a little strange to He Peng like this: "Brother...?"

He Peng smiled lightly: "Brother at this time?"

"You're really going to be infected, He Peng!" Lu Qian struggled, and finally pulled out a hand. He pinched He Peng's wrist to stop him from moving further, "Don't move around. !"

"Who cares about this now." He Peng said honestly, then turned his wrist slightly, and grabbed Lu Qian's index finger.

In the end, Lu Qian lifted a rock and shot himself in the foot.

***

They used to be so beautiful.

The third year of high school that blended sweetness and pain, that year when Lu Qian struggled hard for the person he liked for the first time, those days when he always got up before dawn to endorse books, and fell asleep lying on the book when he couldn’t hold back his sleepiness. , Those He Peng held his pen and filled the math problems that he had made on one draft paper after another, those bright futures that he thought he could foresee.

Finally at this moment, tell Lu Qian that he did not foresee the mistake.

He and He Peng, really, were born to be together.

fate.

They used to be so beautiful, fortunately, it's not too late now.