Be good

Eye to eye, nose to nose, for at least ten seconds, they looked at each other so close, and could even hear each other's gradually changing breathing.

"Sorry for the long wait." A doctor in a white coat and mask walked in.

Zongcheng's face turned away before his eyes, and he stood beside him, holding his own books and notes on the medical cabinet with one hand.

Lin Qianxi was still sitting there, feeling that his calf was full of the strength that hand had just grasped, and the slender and strong fingers were still the same as before.

"What kind of pain do you feel?" The doctor had already arrived in front of him, with a pair of black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and was asking him, "How long has it lasted?"

Lin Qianxi was walking attentively, and out of the corner of his eye there were figures standing beside him, saying, "It's an old wound."

"Let me take a look." The doctor bent down to examine him, and pressed his hands on his ankle: "Just say it hurts."

Lin Qianxi looked to the side, Zongcheng's hand holding the book was hanging down, with two veins protruding from the back of his hand, it seemed that he was exerting extra force, and he stood there without moving or moving.

Suddenly his ankle hurt, and he let out a "hiss" before turning his eyes away.

"Is it here?" Lu Guifan finished the examination, stood up straight and said: "The old injury is like this. Looking at it this way, it is in good condition. I guess it will be better after two days of pain. If there is an incentive, it will repeat. It is best to do a comprehensive If necessary, go to an orthopedic department..."

Lin Qianxi only listened to the first few sentences, but didn't listen carefully to the rest, and said "um" casually.

It wasn't until a list was handed in front of him that he moved his eyes, realizing that the doctor had finished a long explanation.

"You came by yourself?" Lu Guifan handed him the list and asked, "Is anyone accompanying you?"

"Yes." Lin Qianxi took the order, stood up with a chair, and walked outside slowly, with the tall figure in blue nursing uniform standing beside him.

It wasn't until he walked outside the door that he realized why he came out right away. Did the doctor say he could leave?

Suddenly a low voice came from inside: "Mr. Lu, can I ask for leave?"

Hearing this deep sentence, he was sure that it was really Zongcheng and not dreaming. Lin Qianxi grabbed the list and supported the wall, his heart beat fast.

"Lin Qianxi?" Luo Ke walked quickly from a distance with his club bag on his back: "Are you ready?"

"Ah?" He said absent-mindedly, "Should it be all right?"

"Should?" Luo Ke took the list in his hand and looked at it: "Oh, I want you to have an examination, then go to the filming place, there is probably a queue, the big hospital is really crowded with people."

Lin Qianxi walked forward, her heart was beating violently, her mind was still in a daze, she walked to the doctor's desk, stopped and said, "No more shots."

"Do you think there are too many people?" Rocco asked.

"Well, I don't think it hurts so much, next time."

"Do you want to go back then?"

Lin Qianxi didn't say he wanted to leave either.

Luo Ke thought that he was slowing down, and wanted to stretch out his hand to help him: "By the way, where is your cue?" He stretched out his hand while asking, and suddenly saw the person coming out from behind, stretched his hand halfway, and did not move.

Zongcheng took off his protective uniform and strode over in a black T-shirt, carrying Lin Qianxi's club bag in one hand.

Lin Qianxi looked at him, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he didn't make a sound.

Luo Ke looked at Zongcheng in surprise, then looked at Lin Qianxi, seemed to understand something, pushed his finger on the glasses, didn't know what to say, caught between the two, felt that they didn't see anyone else in their eyes, so he looked at each other , stood for a while, and handed the list in his hand to Zongcheng: "Suddenly it occurred to me that I still have something to do. Lin Qianxi plans to come back to make a film next time. I have to go back first. Please send it to me. The hotel is at the college student gymnasium." .”

Zongcheng accepted, approached a few steps, and grabbed Lin Qianxi's arm with one hand: "Let's go."

Lin Qianxi was taken out by him.

On the road outside, there happened to be a taxi that had just vacated, Zongcheng opened the door to let him in, and immediately lowered his head and sat in.

Lin Qianxi's arms were burning hot from his grasp, and he sat down with his legs close to his legs, his heart was beating like a drum, but on the surface he pressed down as if nothing happened.

"Go to the college student gymnasium." Zongcheng said to the driver.

The car drove out, and the two didn't speak for a long time.

Lin Qianxi's heart was beating and numb, he held one hand tightly, his eyes fell on his legs, his straight and long legs seemed to be very tight, and the side of his thighs had obvious lines.

"Is this competition in Beijing?" Zong Cheng asked suddenly.

"Ah?" Lin Qianxi was pulled back to his senses and nodded, "Yes..."

"How many days have you been here?" His voice was pressed in his throat.

Lin Qianxi stabilized his heartbeat and said, "Let's go for a week."

Zong Cheng glanced at his thin side face, pursed his lips, tightly grasped his club bag with his fingers, and wanted to ask, "Then why didn't you come to me", but didn't say anything.

The car drove for 10 minutes and parked outside the hotel. These were the only words the two of them had to say.

Zongcheng carried the club bag and walked him to the door of the room.

Lin Qianxi took out his card and opened the door, turned his head, and stretched out his hand.

Zongcheng handed him the bag.

He took the club bag, went in, put it in the cabinet by the door, and turned his head again.

Zongcheng stood at the door and didn't come in: "Remember to take a film."

Lin Qianxi twitched the corner of his mouth: "Well, suddenly it's much better, I'll take two days off."

Zongcheng stared at him, Lin Qianxi felt his broken eyebrows were pressing down, his eyes were already too heavy, and he seemed to be about to say something at any time, staring at him subconsciously, seeing the pain in his chest. Ups and downs, I don't consciously follow my breathing.

However, Zongcheng didn't speak, and suddenly turned around and left.

Lin Qianxi was stunned for a moment, grabbed the door, looked at the empty door for a few seconds, then slowly pushed the cover up, turned to look at the white wall, and said to himself: "What are you doing, Lin Qianxi..."

What is he doing? Isn't that his boyfriend? Why did he just say so few words?

Lin Qian put his hands on the wall and lowered his head deeply: "Fuck!"

Zongcheng didn't leave. He stood in the smoking corner at the end of the floor, with his back against the wall, a cigarette he just lit in his mouth, trying to bear it and not wanting to make Lin Qianxi feel bad.

He was smoking a cigarette, thinking about Lin Qianxi's appearance, and when he saw him sitting there in the department, he almost thought it was a hallucination.

Zongcheng twitched his eyebrows, bit the cigarette holder, took two puffs, took it out on the trash can, and suddenly walked back to Lin Qianxi's room.

The door was ajar, leaving only a crack, and he pushed it open.

Lin Qianxi leaned against the wall, lowered his head, and turned around suddenly.

"Lin Qianxi," Zong Cheng stared at him, and asked in a low voice, "Did you miss me after so long?"

Lin Qianxi's throat was clogged. Listening to his tone, it was obviously as calm as usual, but he always felt that a fire was already on fire.

The corners of his mouth curled up into a smirk, and then he squeezed it back into a wry smile, holding back the rapid beating of his heart, and said, "Nonsense, isn't it, what the hell do you think?"

Why don't you think about it, I think about it every day, the second I saw him, my heart was going to explode.

"Then do you want me to go?" Zongcheng's voice was lower, his face was expressionless, but his Adam's apple was rolling: "If you are still worried, I will leave now."

Lin Qianxi looked at him and remained silent for a while.

Zongcheng's eyes moved, his mouth tightened, he turned and left.

Lin Qianxi clenched his hands tightly, his palms were sweaty, gritted his teeth, and suddenly cursed "fuck" in a low voice, rushed out, and hugged his waist from behind.

Zong Cheng's waist tightened, and he stopped walking. He turned around, hugged him with his backhand, rushed into the room, kicked the door, held his face and kissed him.

Lin Qianxi's chest was still beating fast, his lips were being gnawed and bitten, his arms hugged him tightly, and his chest was also beating violently, the tip of his tongue was sticking out, licking the line of his lips, and the breath he exhaled was like He smelled the hospital's disinfectant on his body, mixed with the smell of shampoo on his body.

Zongcheng opened his mouth, suddenly caught his tongue, grabbed his trouser waist, pushed his short sleeves up.

Lin Qianxi's body sank, it was his waist and abdomen that pressed up, and his back hit the wall immediately, feeling the long-lost momentum ready to go.

Panting, he touched the short hair on the back of Zongcheng's head with his hands, itching his palms, and said vaguely, "Did you cut your hair?"

"Yeah." Zong Cheng was also panting, and grabbed his waist with his hands: "Why are you so thin?"

"No, I still have the fucking strength." Lin Qianxi grabbed his shoulder and bumped it hard, hearing his low muffled groan, hugged him and pressed forward.

Zongcheng took two steps back, and fell into a chair under his pressure.

There is a bed next to it, but no one cares.

When Lin Qianxi pulled off the black T-shirt on his body, he felt that his two long legs had firmly supported him, and he was holding down his lower back with one hand, and there was a sound of "squeaky" pants chain, followed by a The root string was pulled tightly from his body, and Zongcheng was the one who plucked the string.

Lin Qianxi breathed more and more urgently, his right calf was suddenly supported by his other hand, and he heard his panting voice: "Come on, Lin Qianxi..."

Lin Qianxi hugged his neck, and within a few seconds, his arms tightened suddenly, his eyelids jumped a few times, and he wanted to scold "Fuck me", but he gritted his teeth and held back his neck with both hands, wishing to grab him out. mark.

Zongcheng kept looking at him, his face was sullen, his eyelashes were trembling even with his eyelids, Bai Shengsheng's neck and shoulders were tense, his ears turned red, only his lips were still tightly closed, his chest heaved and heaved, his Adam's apple It kept sliding up and down in his eyes.

He began to sweat, and Zongcheng himself was not much better, and sweat was mingling with every stroke.

Until Lin Qianxi tightened his arms, lowered his head to the tip of his nose, and exhaled heavily, Zongcheng suddenly grabbed his left hand, touched his tiger's mouth, and pressed it on his right abdomen: "Look here .”

Lin Qianxi felt a bump on his hand, endured the unbearable feeling, looked down, saw his tight abdominal muscles, the place where his fingers touched was red and swollen, and a fresh letter "L" was tattooed on it, which was very casual , if it wasn't for a little more tattoo decoration, it would have been handwritten by someone casually.

It was indeed handwritten casually, the one he had signed on his shirt at the beginning.

"Did you get a tattoo?" He asked out of breath.

"Yes." Zongcheng panted.

When he saw the letter he tattooed on TV, he decided to get it too.

There's a jerk there.

Lin Qianxi retracted her fingers, almost bouncing, hugged his neck, lowered her head and gagged his mouth forcefully, holding back her silence.

He didn't look at it again, and didn't touch it again, because the place where the tattoo was tattooed was the scar from the knife he had received.