Morty wait for the wind

The furniture in the house is old and new, and it is uneven, but it is very clean and tidy, almost spotless.

Lei Yifeng can no longer remember the original appearance of this house. He was too young at that time, and his memory, which was already blurred, has become more blurred and weak after more than twenty years of washing.

But the moment he stepped through the door, those remaining weak memories still surged up in his head, chaotically colliding and impacting in his mind, as if they would explode with a "bang!" in the next second!

Lei Yifeng never thought that he would have the courage to come back here, he clearly felt his heart trembling uncontrollably, even his fingertips trembling slightly.

An unbearable sense of panic swept over his nerves, making him feel oppressed, dull, and painful, almost suffocating.The heart seemed to be grabbed by a pair of invisible hands, and it kept sinking.

A fine layer of sweat dripped out of his forehead again, but he still stubbornly walked towards the sofa in the living room with heavy steps.

Moti brought out a cup of hot water from the kitchen and put it in front of him, and raised and lowered the hand that wanted to touch his forehead.

He looked at Lei Yifeng's pale but still strong and calm face in a daze.That face is always so impeccable, handsome and charming.

He could feel his pain, and pity suddenly rose in his heart, but immediately there was a voice in his heart warning him, this kind of emotion is dangerous, you are not qualified!

Moti straightened up, took off his coat, hesitated for a while looking at the dark gray apron on the hanger, and finally wrapped it around his thin waist.

"Sit first, the meal will be ready soon." Moti said to Lei Yifeng, then walked into the kitchen and closed the door.

He was left alone in the living room for a moment, and Lei Yifeng's strong composure finally collapsed. He fell down on the sofa like loose sand in an instant, closed his eyes forcefully, pressed his hand on his violently heaving chest, and gulped. gasping.

His mother, the only person he loved in this life, jumped from a window in this house because she couldn't bear the pain of losing him!

For so many years, he dared not set foot here again, because he was unwilling to accept this fact.

After all, that was the only mother in the world who loved him wholeheartedly and gave everything for him.

Apart from her, he didn't know who else in this world would truly love him.

Lei Jiaqin doesn't know, neither does Lei Yiyun, he is just the only Lei family blood in their eyes, they don't care what he wants, what they want is an heir...

Moti's cooking skills are very good, and the tempting aroma soon came out from the gap in the kitchen. Lei Yifeng tried again to restrain his emotions that were about to collapse, and forced a smile from the corner of his stiff mouth.

In the eyes of others, he was born with a golden spoon in his mouth. He can easily own a luxury car and a luxury house that many people can't afford in their lifetime.

But he also knows that most people treat him with irony and disdain.

He's a playboy without a father and he's nothing but mud--most people think so.

He didn't care, not at all.Instead, he has to play the role well.

Moti put the prepared meals on the dining table one by one, and before he could speak, Lei Yifeng got up consciously and sat down.

"A virtuous man like you, probably women are vying for it?" Lei Yifeng asked casually with a stiff smile on the corner of his mouth.

An elusive look secretly flashed across Moti's lowered eyes, and he was silent for a while before answering: "No."

Lei Yifeng just asked casually to hide his emotions, so he didn't really care about his answer.

"Is there any wine?" he asked again.

Moti quietly looked up at him, silent.

"Give me a bottle of wine." Lei Yifeng smiled at him, thought for a while and added: "Any kind of wine is fine, I am not injured this time."

Mo Ti got up and went to the refrigerator in the kitchen to get a bottle of beer for him. Lei Yifeng took it and said with a smile: "You are really sincere, you really just took a bottle."

After speaking, he lifted the lid, drank it all in one gulp, then went directly to the kitchen by himself, and brought out several more bottles, including white, red and beer.

"Do you drink red or white?" Lei Yifeng asked.

"Red," replied Morte.

Lei Yifeng poured him a glass of red wine, then picked up a bottle by himself, "Let's have a toast."

"Okay." Moti took a sip from his glass.

Lei Yifeng raised his neck and drank most of the bottle.

In fact, he has a good capacity for alcohol, but when mixed with alcohol, he can easily become intoxicated. Moreover, he drank too much, and soon began to feel dizzy.

Moti frowned, and snatched the white wine bottle from his hand, his voice was rare and heavy: "You are crazy, you will die if you drink like this!"

Lei Yifeng smiled lazily at the corner of his mouth, and stretched out his hand to try to snatch the wine bottle, his voice was vague like a child begging for candy, "Give me...I want to drink...give me..."

The night outside the window had already fallen, and under the cold light in the living room, Moti's thin face looked a bit gloomy. He put the wine bottle on the table, stood up and put Lei Yifeng's arm on his shoulder.

He is actually about the same height as Lei Yifeng, but he looks very thin, visually giving people an illusion of weakness, but his strength is amazing, and he easily dragged the muscular Lei Yifeng onto the bed in the bedroom.

Moti helped him take off his shoes and coat, carefully adjusted the pillow to a comfortable position for him, and pulled the quilt over him.

After doing all this, Moti was about to go back to the living room to clean up the mess on the table, but Lei Yifeng suddenly grabbed his hand and said in a raving voice, "Don't go..."

Moti paused, and the temperature from his fingertips rushed straight to his heart like an electric current.

He looked back at him quietly, his handsome brows were wrinkled in pain, but there was still a lazy smile on the corner of his mouth.

A complex emotion mixed with inexplicable distress suddenly rose from the bottom of my heart.

At the same time, there was a voice in his heart reminding him, - this kind of emotion is dangerous, you should get rid of his hand!

Moti gently took his hand off, put it back under the quilt, and then turned to tidy up the living room.

When he was done, he wiped his face carefully with a warm towel, drew the curtains, and turned off the lights before going to the next room.

Standing in front of the window of the guest room, Moti looked at the already dark night outside the window, the night sky was dark, there was no moon, and there was no starlight to be seen.On the ground, there are thousands of lights and dazzling neon lights.

He stood in front of the window silently with his back straight, his thin chin buried deep in the shadow of his head, he sighed silently for a long time, turned around and walked silently to the bed in the guest room.

Due to drunkenness, Lei Yifeng fell into a deep sleep. He had a long dream, and there was that gentle face in the dream.

He still couldn't see the specific appearance of that face clearly, he just felt that it was a very gentle and gentle face, she spoke softly to him, and smiled gently.

She hugged herself and sat on the merry-go-round, in the suburbs of spring, on the soft sandy beach...

The sky in the dream was very blue, with white clouds, and a gentle breeze. Her gentle laughter and the childish, tender and innocent voice of a little boy were everywhere.

But suddenly, everything around him darkened, and he couldn't see anything. The laughter turned into crying, and the crying seemed to come from hell, full of sadness and despair.

In the dream, he suddenly changed from a three or four-year-old child to his current appearance. He wanted to make a sound and search for the source of the crying, but his body seemed to be nailed to the ground, unable to move.

In an instant, the picture brightened up again, and he realized that he was standing in front of the window sill, and there was a woman in a snow-white dress standing on the window sill. Lei Yifeng subconsciously wanted to reach out to grab her, but found that she turned out to be invisible , her hand passed through her body, and at this moment she suddenly jumped off the window sill.

The snow-white skirt fluttered in the air, and soon turned bright red.

"Don't—!" Lei Yifeng yelled in his dream, tears that he hadn't shed for many years finally spewed out.

At this moment, it is 3 o'clock in the morning.

Moti's sleep was very shallow, and because he was very sensitive to sound from learning musical instruments since he was a child, he was awakened by Lei Yifeng's not-so-loud cry, and faintly heard his nightmare-like painful voice.

Moti got out of bed immediately and went to turn on the light.

Under the orange light, he saw that handsome face was covered with tears, his eyes were painfully closed, and there was still some translucent liquid on the thick and long eyelashes, shining brightly under the light.

At this moment, he looks so pitiful and fragile that people can't help feeling sorry for him.

Moti looked at him in a daze, and his body felt a little hot.

He hurriedly looked away, turned around to fetch a hot towel, just as his slender fingers touched Lei Yifeng's side face while holding the towel, he suddenly opened his eyes and sat up from the bed.

Moti thought he had woken up, so he withdrew his hand in embarrassment, but the next second Lei Yifeng's body leaned over, and his body, which was a little hot due to alcohol, was directly attached to Moti's body through the soft cloth .

Moti's breathing tightened suddenly, and he lifted his arms a little stiffly, trying to push Lei Yifeng back on the bed, but he heard him lying on his shoulders, shouting vaguely and beggingly: "Don't... ...don't go...Mom..."

He yelled the last word very depressingly and bluntly.

Moti wanted to pull his hand away from his body, but paused in the air, then slowly placed it on Lei Yifeng's back, and raised his other arm to rest on the back of his neck .

This is an extremely ambiguous gesture, similar to holding someone else in his arms. Moti can clearly feel Lei Yifeng's warm breath coming from his ear, the light scent of men's perfume on his body, and the fragrance from his body. temperature.

Moti's body was a little stiff, and a strange feeling began to rise somewhere, but he was a person with strong self-control and patience, and he kept this ambiguous posture until he heard the voice of the person on his shoulder. Breathing became steady and even before he finally put his head back on the pillow.

Wipe his face again with a warm towel, adjust his sleeping position, cover him with the quilt, then turn off the light and go out.

Back on the bed in the guest room, Moti didn't feel sleepy anymore.

He himself didn't understand how he could suddenly be so careful with someone he didn't know very well...

When Lei Yifeng woke up the next day, the sun had already risen high, his coat was neatly stacked by the bedside, and a steaming bowl of fresh bighead carp head hangover soup was placed on the cabinet on the right.

He felt dizzy and aching, his throat was dry for a while, and he stretched out his hand to brush his messy hair, and finally remembered where it was, he was so drunk last night that he couldn't remember what happened I can't remember that painful dream.

"Is your head hurting? It will be better if you drink this soup." Moti came in from the outside and said.

"...Thank you." Lei Yifeng smiled unnaturally at him, turned around and picked up the soup bowl on the table.

I don't know if it's because of being too thirsty, or because Mo Ti's cooking skills are really good, Mr. Lei, who has always been picky about his taste, thinks this soup is delicious for the first time.

He suddenly thought, it would be great if someone could make this soup for himself every day!After drinking, I still didn't forget to ask casually: "Where did you learn this cooking skill?"

Moti was stunned for a moment, and then replied lightly: "Self-study."

"Oh." Lei Yifeng put the empty bowl back on the table, and suddenly wanted to say why don't you go to the bar to play the piano, and come and cook for me every day, but he held back his words.

Firstly, he thought that Moti would definitely like to play the violin more, so he would not agree, and secondly, he felt that he didn't respect him too much by saying so hastily.

Although he, Lei Yifeng, had a muddled life, he was not too muddled in his behavior, and he would treat people who really treat him well, with sincerity.He felt that Moti treated him very well, so he should respect him too.

He got out of bed, put on his shoes and coat, and was ready to leave. Although he pretended to be calm on the surface, only he could feel the pain in his heart in this room. He knew that he couldn't stay any longer. Let others see his vulnerable side.

"Thank you." Before walking to the door, he turned around and said with a lazy smile, "See you at the bar tonight."

He didn't pay attention to what Mo Ti replied, he almost rushed down the stairs as if fleeing, and quickly mobilized the front of the car to leave the community.

The red car was swaying slowly on the street. He remembered the words he said before leaving, and suddenly felt that it was too ambiguous.

— See you at the bar tonight.

Why does this sentence sound similar to "see you at the old place at night"?

He felt that he shouldn't have said that sentence, but then he thought about it, the dirty water splashed out by what he said could not be recovered anyway, so there was nothing else to think about.