I didn't save any more food today

When Wei Chengfeng and Wei Chengfeng came back from the park that night, Chen Yan searched everywhere about Leslie Cheung that night, from his songs, to his movies, to his concerts.

Most of them liked his voice, but some people still commented that he was disgusting. Chen Yan ignored the negative barrage and focused on watching his performance.

When he found a reporter to take pictures, the black and white photo of him holding his lover's hand tightly, and the scene of him publicly confessing to his lover at the concert, the tears that had been hovering in Chen Yan's eyes fell on the ground. down.

My heart throbbed with pain.

After the breakup, he moved happily, went to work honestly, and his daily life remained the same. He didn't drink to relieve his sorrows, cry bitterly, or lose his mind. Others take their children.

As if nothing happened.

However, these pains, which he deliberately hid, spread all over the place as soon as he touched them.

He had imagined countless times that his lover would take him home and announce their relationship to the world instead of being blind all day long.

Don't dare to openly hold hands, don't dare to overstep a little bit, and try to restrain yourself in class reunions, you can't stand up for him to drink, and you can't be jealous of other people's ambiguity, live carefully, and don't dare to take half a step wrong.

He has been waiting for that day.

He also knew that Fu Yancheng had been working hard.

The two of them tacitly kept procrastinating like this.

They thought they could drag it all their lives like this.

Chen Yan hugged the pillow in his arms tightly, tossed and turned on the bed, crying uncontrollably.

The next day, Chen Yan woke up with swollen eyes.

He put ice cubes on his eyes and rearranged the room.

After working for a long time, searching all corners, he put all the things about Fu Yancheng in a big cardboard box.

When he was about to close the box, Chen Yan looked at his right hand, where there was a bodhi bracelet.He rubbed it several times with his hands, finally took it off, found a good packing box and put it in, carefully put it in the cardboard box.

He stared at the carton for a long time, and finally took out the wide tape, layer by layer, without leaking an inch, and sealed it tightly.Then climbed up the ladder, put it in the interlayer between the ceiling and the roof, closed the cabinet door, and put two locks on the outside.

Seeing that the swelling in his eyes had almost disappeared, Chen Yan went out with the fishing rod and bucket, walked down the small hill on the steps paved with bluestone, walked to the fishing platform by the lake, sat down on the small wooden pier, put the bait on the Line, in the silence of heaven and earth, look at your own shadow from the sparkling lake.

Looking back at the first half of his life, he has gained a lot and lost a lot. What he hated before is now doing it. He thought it would last for a long time, but it turned into nothing.

I have been proud, I have been decadent, I have gone all out, I have been rebellious, I have been sweet, I have been sad, I have been eagerly looking forward to it, and I have been in despair. I have tasted almost all the ups and downs in the world. After great sorrow and joy, my mood is unexpectedly calm .

Almost six fish were caught, and the sun was hanging above his head. Chen Yan saw that the time was almost up, so he packed up and went home with the fish.

Before leaving, he gently took out a key and threw it into the lake. He turned and left without looking back at the splash it caused.

At this point, the bond between him and Fu Yancheng was completely over.

And Wei Chengfeng came into his sight at this moment.

After Chen Yan went home and cleaned up the fish, he started to get busy.Steamed, boiled, braised, sweet and sour, sauce, and a fish soup, Wei Chengfeng from the opposite side also smelled the aroma, very consciously hot bowls and plates for rice.

Yinchou and Wei Yaoyao were picked up by Wei Qingshan to play.

Wei Qingshan didn't appear many times, but his relationship with Yin Chou has improved significantly. Chen Yan watched calmly, and Yin Chou is probably still in the dark.

It's just him and Wei Chengfeng for lunch.

Chen Yan has never understood why playboys like Wei Chengfeng are interested in him, why they can't live a carefree life, but stay by his side obediently.

He was well aware of Wei Chengfeng's thoughts before, but he didn't open his mouth to say anything, and he couldn't refuse it openly. After coming and going, it has evolved to the current level where they live in peace and almost live together.

Something flashed through Chen Yan's mind, but he didn't pay attention to it, but looked at Wei Chengfeng's gobbling action to remind him: "Eat slowly, don't get stuck."

Wei Chengfeng nodded repeatedly, but his mouth movements were not slow.Chen Yan watched helplessly as he ate the sweet and sour fish to the point where there were almost no bones left, and he didn't care about the fish bones. He even poured the juice into a bowl and ate it with rice.

Chen Yan looked at it, and suddenly said: "If you get hungry in the future, you can eat here."

Wei Chengfeng had no image of chopping rice, and then coughed earth-shatteringly.

its stuck.

Chen Yan quickly rummaged through boxes and boxes to find vinegar to get fishbone for him, and his memory afterwards stayed in the chaos of that day.

After that day, Chen Yan often saw Wei Chengfeng in every corner.

He is like a bee that can only smell sweet, wherever he goes, he will follow.You can see him when you run in the morning, you can see him when you go to and from get off work, you can see him when you eat, you can see him when you take a walk after dinner, and you can even see him when you draw the curtains before going to bed at night.

It's just haunting.

However, Chen Yan did not reject it strangely in his heart. Even when he was jogging one morning, he saw Wei Chengfeng hanging far behind. Stop and pretend to look at the scenery.

I don't know where I got his cute spot, anyway, Chen Yan's brain twitched at that time, and he blurted out: "Shall we run together?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Wei Chengfeng running over cheerfully like a puppy who was ecstatic to hear the master's consent.

Chen Yan: "..."

In the following days, Wei Chengfeng walked into his life step by step.

Sometimes Chen Yan would share his favorite songs with him, would complain to him when he encountered strange patients, and would complain to him when he lost his beloved pen.

Wei Chengfeng penetrated into his life with an irresistible attitude.

When Chen Yan recalled it, he was listening to Leslie Cheung's song, not Outlawsoflove.

His life circle is no longer two points and one line at home in the department, but often rides a road bike and travels around the world with Wei Chengfeng.

He added a variety of sportswear, casual shirts, and even jeans and sweaters to his clothes, instead of all high-end shirts,

He sometimes wonders if Wei Chengfeng is deliberately obliterating the things that bear the brand of Fu Yancheng on his body, but he blows away the idea as soon as he comes up.

How could that playboy have that patience.

And Wei Chengfeng stayed at his house for a long time, and he came to eat without shouting, and helped him wash overnight clothes that hadn't been thrown into the washing machine in time, mopping the floor, washing dishes, cleaning the room and taking care of the children...

To be reasonable, Chen Yan wondered if he was a kid from a rich family.

Not to mention the children of rich families, how many ordinary working-class men are willing to help their wives with laundry, cooking, housework and children?

Even the former Fu Yancheng, didn't he just throw all these things at him and ignore them?

Huh, it seems a little strange...

Chen Yan didn't think too much, but lived with the flow. He was afraid of the pain of thinking too much, and also suffered from the torture of taking one step and seeing three steps.

From now on, he will happily and unrestrainedly live only for himself.

The author has something to say:

To be reasonable, I have been adjusting the rhythm a while ago, trying to speed up the progress, and wanting everyone to watch it less boring, but the consequence of doing so is that I feel uncomfortable all over, and the whole person is wrong. I am born with a slow personality, and my concept of love It’s also a long stream of water. Now that I think about it, I can write it as I want. I have a running account and I will review it.