Avenue Of Rebirth

[The voice is clear and cool, with a gentle breath. 】

"Housekeeper Huang, the soup is ready."

The chef came to the old housekeeper with a tray of soup and said softly.

"give it to me."

The old butler took the tray, paused at the door, sighed, opened the door and walked in.

The young man who was sitting on the bed looking at the book heard the movement and raised his head, seeing that the old butler came in with soup again, he put down the book and said with a light smile: "Old butler, what kind of soup is this. "

Putting the tray on the small table next to the bed, the old butler glanced at the boy's still pale face, resisted the desire to sigh again, and just said: "I changed the soup, radish ribs, don't you all say that you can eat radish in winter and eat it in summer?" What about ginger, young master, drink some while it’s hot to nourish your body.”

"You almost got me ginseng, old man, otherwise I would really have a nosebleed."

Su Ankou joked, but still picked up the bowl obediently, ate the radish and pork ribs bit by bit, and then finished the soup, leaving the bowl clean, just like a good child who was taught by his parents not to waste.

The old butler stood aside, looked down at the obedient and sweet boy with smoky hair, felt a pang of pity in his heart, opened his mouth to say something, but finally just gave instructions, and went out again with the tray.

Su An, who had wiped the corners of his mouth clean, leaned against the head of the bed again, coughed twice, had no choice but to pull up the quilt, picked up the book in his hand again, and flipped through it absent-mindedly.

Outside the opened curtains, the sky outside the glass is high and white, like a white cloth that has been washed out.

Su An has had a low-grade fever for three days.

Originally thinking that she was just a little tired and didn't want to give up the notice, but Su Xitang forcefully asked her to stay at home and rest, when the fever subsides, and when can she go back to work.

He was used to the man's gentle appearance towards him, and when he faced an irresistible order, he realized that he was the cold and strong underground godfather, even though the man was now weaker than himself, lying in the room at the other end of the corridor.

But no matter how weak he was, he was revived by first aid a few days ago, Su An knew that that person didn't give him any free time.

People who come to the house every day have never stopped, and Su An can hear footsteps outside the door after a while, most of them are in the rooms at the end of the corridor.

Su Xitang just changed the office location from the group company to home.

Several times, Su An wanted to tell him to take a good rest, he could recover and start working again, otherwise the injury would not heal at all.But after all, I can only think about it.

Where does he stand?He rejected his confession, and it was also because of his own refusal that the man was in a mess and was injured to the point of death.

In the hospital corridor, under the pale light.

"I don't know what to do anymore, why don't you tell me what to do... I will listen to you."

Su An was exhausted and ready to give up his unnecessary awkwardness.

The man lying on the hospital bed just looked at him with his head sideways, his expression indifferent, his eyes like the desolate snow.

"...Ah An, I don't need your sympathy."

Su Xitang's voice was very soft, and she couldn't even hide her weakness, but the firmness and tenacity in Qing Piao's words were as firm as a rock.

Su An recalled Su Xitang's words in a daze, and when he came back to his senses, he realized that all the books were upside down.

Dejectedly closing the book and putting it aside, the young man rubbed his temples, but he couldn't suppress the powerlessness in his heart at all.

The heart seemed to be soaked in water, the whole body was swollen, and at the same time it was sticky and uncomfortable, making it hard to breathe.

Su An suddenly lifted the quilt, got out of bed, took off the coat on the hanger and put it on, and decided to take a walk in the yard.

As soon as you leave the house, you will feel the cold temperature in the air.

The jagged bushes in the yard are like sleeping thorns, guarding white secrets.

Looking from a distance, everything is gray and dark, tall trees with no leaves, silent buildings, thin telephone poles, and even cold birds slowly flying across the sky.

It's really a lonely scene.

Su An stuffed his hands into his pockets, shrunk his shoulders slightly, and walked aimlessly.

The body is really not very comfortable, I feel a little tired after a while, and because I feel a little boring, I simply sit down on the wooden chair next to the withered flowers. The cold temperature of the wooden chair makes Su An shiver, and Su An is really ready to bite I endured it, but immediately a servant brought a thick cushion and a warm handbag.

Su An sat on the cushion put by the servant in a daze. Before the servant left, he secretly said to him: "...the master ordered it."

Holding the warm handbag, Su An felt as if his fingers were burned.

The boy sitting on the wooden chair slowly raised his head.

Su An raised his head and saw the figure on the balcony on the second floor.

The pale man in the wheelchair was covered with a black blanket, and he couldn't see clearly from a distance, as if he was nodding his head and looking at this side.

In the season when the toughest and silent trees are so cold that they are about to shed their leaves and hibernate, Su An's hands next to the warm handbags are sweating.

At this moment, they may or may not be looking at each other, but the young man slightly pursed his lips, nervous not wanting to admit, nervous for unknown reasons.

The heart that had been soaking in the chest cavity for a long time was swollen and limp. It was tossed and tossed by something, turned over several times in a daze, and couldn't even breathe steadily.

At the moment Su An was about to stand up, it was the people on the balcony who moved first.

Watching the man turn the wheelchair away from the balcony, disappearing from sight little by little, the young man who had just accumulated strength lost all his strength at once, and sat back on the chair dejectedly.

What's the matter.Why did it look like I was the one who was rejected?

Or, if you obviously rejected it, what are you still struggling with?

The sudden embarrassment in his heart seemed to finally give the boy some excuse, and after sitting for a while, Su An stood up and went back to the room.

I didn't eat much for dinner, and I went to bed early after taking the medicine.

I don't know what time it was in the middle of the night, but I was woken up by the heat.

Limbs are limp, as if being roasted on a lukewarm fire.I can't tell where the fire came from, it seems to be warm blood, but it's like the bones inside, being roasted and about to crack.

In the darkness, the messy picture that suddenly appeared in his mind was exceptionally clear.

The organs buried in his body are hot, the eyes looking at him confused and satisfied are hot when he is thrusting, the gentle and domineering body entanglement is hot, the kiss that pulls him into the bathtub water is hot, and the vomit in the confession is hot. The breath on the earlobe is hot, everything is hot...

really...so hot...

Su An, who sat up suddenly, got rid of the warm quilt, and was immediately exposed to the cold air in the middle of winter night. The huge temperature difference made his skin crawl immediately.

In the mind that gradually calmed down, the picture gradually stopped the rhythm of rewinding, and finally it was frozen in this scene.

In the dead alley, Su An, who had collapsed by the wall, was panting violently, and next to him was the fainted Wang Dong, bleeding from the wound on his foot.

The narrow corridor is full of corpses and dripping blood. It is a vivid picture of hell on earth. Even the setting sun and sunset glow in the sky are bloody, and people feel panic when looking at it.

There was only a tall man standing, even though his hands were covered with dirty blood, he was still as pale and beautiful as frost and snow, which would melt and disappear into the air in the next moment.

Su An, who was a little dazed and inexplicably terrified by his own imagination, saw Su Xitang walking towards him suddenly, stepping on a field of corpses towards him in a radiant glow.

It's hard to describe what kind of scene it was, it was cruel and chilling, yet silent and beautiful.The setting sun on the man's broad shoulders was so dazzling that it made people cry, but he didn't want to blink because he wanted to stare at his face for a second longer.

Su Xitang really walked towards him, knelt down in front of him, and asked if he was injured.Under the slightly frowned brows, there was concern that could be found in the deep eyes.

Probably because it was the first time he faced a life-and-death crisis, and it was also because he felt like a hero for the first time. Su An before he fell into a coma found that his heart was beating like a drum.

At the moment of losing consciousness, someone seemed to ask him to hug him.

A quiet and cool hug.It is like a lonely and tall mountain, silently looking at the lost woodcutter for a long time, but still silent, but opened a nine-folded intestine, leading to its own lush and broad embrace.

"When did you fall in love with me?"

"...I've been thinking about this question for a long time, and I don't have an answer when it comes to specific times."

"But it all started when I really treated you as my family."

A voice with a clear, cool tone and lingering gentle breath rang in his ears.

Su An, who buried his head, almost cried.

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Su Xitang turned her head sideways, looking intently at the picture on the pad.

The boy in the picture is standing on the stage singing, his round cat eyes are slightly narrowed because of his dedication, and there is an indescribable charm flying between his brows, which is restrained persistence and calm self-confidence.

The appearance of the young man concentrating on singing makes it almost impossible to move his eyes away.

After singing the song, the young man held the microphone with unrestrained interest. After closing his mouth, he raised a shallow arc, raised his eyebrows slightly, looked expectantly and proudly, and looked at the audience from a distance.

Deafening applause and crazy shouts.

The young man saluted the audience with a smile, and Shi Shiran withdrew from the stage.

"Brother, you are amazing! You can definitely defeat Han Dongyun!"

Facing the person hugging him excitedly, the boy just smiled reservedly and proudly, stretched out his hand and touched the head of the person in his arms, obviously very happy but suppressed the appearance of pretending to be mature, but there was a bit of awkwardness and cuteness.

Su Xitang watched it seriously, watching this superficial and popular idol drama like the research company's plan.

When the scene of Su An ended and the camera turned to other people, Su Xitang stretched out his hand with difficulty, and then dragged the progress bar back to when the boy just came on stage, watching the boy walk up to the stage step by step amidst the cheers of anticipation, with dazzling lights shining stage.

Suddenly, Su Xitang turned off the Pad abruptly. Even a small violent action was not a small burden for him, but Su Xitang just pursed her lips, and turned her head to look at the boy who appeared at the door.

But the boy didn't look at him at all, or could not see him, and walked in with two thick quilts in his arms.

Su An seemed unable to see Su Xitang's silent gaze, and threw the quilt directly on the soft and clean wool carpet.

Spread out a quilt as a mattress, Su An sat on it directly, pulled another bed to cover him as a quilt, and turned around to face the pale man lying on the bed when he felt that the matter was over. The man opened his mouth calmly.

"I'm afraid I'll be unruly at night, so I'll sleep underneath. Call me if you feel cold."

After finishing speaking, he planned to retract into the self-governing quilt.

"Need not."

It was Su Xitang's clean voice that sounded in the room, "The air conditioner is turned on in my room, you can go back."

A clean refusal.

Su An's face froze, but he pretended not to care and said, "Didn't you say you like the original and real temperature before?"

Su Xitang stopped talking, but just looked at him silently, his eyes were so clear that they were almost indifferent. Under such eyes, Su An only felt like a clown with pretentious words.

The hands in the sleeves were gradually clenched, and the nails almost sank into the flesh.

Su An suddenly turned his head to the side, turned around and got into the quilt directly, burying his head under the quilt, apparently not intending to speak with his head out.

"go out."

Su Xitang's cold voice sounded again, with an irresistible force.

Su An didn't get up, but still buried his body in the bed, but curled up even tighter, like an insecure shrimp.

It's really embarrassing, such a stalker, Su An told himself.

If I knew it would be like this, why should I pay attention to the dignity of a straight man.

"Su An, get out."

The indifferent voice sounded again, almost imagining the expressionless face of the speaker.

Su An suddenly lifted the quilt, stood up, and stared at Su Xitang who was lying on the bed. As expected, the expressionless face made people feel colder than the most disgusting and disgusting expression.

The cold night seemed to have no end, and the desolate night light spilled into the room, plating the floor like ice.

"...I don't need you." Su Xitang said lightly.

What's more, I still have a low-grade fever. Sleeping on the floor will only catch a cold, and then I will get sicker.

Su Xitang raised her head, but after seeing the boy's face clearly, she lost all words in panic.

Under the cold moonlight, the young man's eyes were red, as if he was trying to hold back his tears, his cheeks were puffed up a little, he was so stubborn that he concealed his fragility, just looking at one thing made Su Xitang go mad with distress.

In just a moment, Su Xitang regretted the heavy words he had just said. The man who had almost never regretted anything gave almost all his regrets to the same person in a few days.

"Aan—"

Su Xitang, who only had time to spit out two words, was completely stopped from speaking.

Su Xitang's wide-open eyes enlarged infinitely the boy's red-rimmed cat's eyes, and the hot and humid breath falling on his cheeks.

Su An bowed his head too forcefully and recklessly, his mouth almost hit Su Xitang's lips, and even made a sound of teeth colliding.

Although he immediately covered his lips in pain, the young man did not hide his ferocious expression at all, and said viciously to the man with a shocked face: "...Su Xitang, shut up."

The moonlight in the room faded a bit. It turned out that the lonely moon thousands of miles away was covered by a thin cloud, and the thin cloud was entangled and refused to leave.It seemed that there was no other way, and in the end Leng Yue was too tired to take care of it, so she had to collect some light.

Looking from afar, the place where the moon is bright is a bit foggy, as if asleep.