sweet kiss bitter summer

While Liang Luo'an was still staring at the reminder on the screen that the message had been withdrawn, Tan Chen sent another message.

"Are you asleep?" "No."

This time Liang Luoan raced against time to reply, and the words of Tan Chen's apology still lingered in his mind, but because the message on the screen had been withdrawn, his reply seemed a bit abrupt: "The bakery will still sell fresh hot bread on weekends. Lemon tart, easy to eat."

Tan Chen replied quickly this time: "Maybe I won't be able to go back on weekends."

Liang Luo'an's stomach is still uncomfortable, and he himself is like an empty stomach that can't be satisfied at the moment, and he inevitably feels a little lost.

He suddenly thought of the post he saw on his phone one day - if he said "I love you" through the screen, only [-] to [-]% of the love could be felt; but if he expressed negative emotions through the screen, the Disappointment is [-]%.

Liang Luo'an didn't want to make Tan Chen's mood worse, so he comforted Tan Chen and comforted himself by saying, "It's okay, there will be next week."

"How is your sister's situation?" Liang Luo'an asked again.

The status of "typing in progress" was displayed intermittently at the top of the dialog box. It seemed that after a long time, Tan Chen unexpectedly replied briefly: "I live in the hospital, and I will stay in bed for a few days."

Although Liang Luo'an had a very general impression of Tan Chen's sister, he couldn't feel calm about such news at the moment.

He typed hesitantly, wanting to ask about Tan Chen's specific situation, but before he could send it, he received another message from Tan Chen: "Go to bed early."

Liang Luo'an's hand paused, realizing that Tan Chen was probably very tired, so he deleted his question, re-entered five "love you", and clicked send.

Four days later, Liang Luo'an finished his exam.

A small girl in the same class who was not good at studying was handing in the paper with him, so she checked the answers with him at the door of the classroom, because they complained about the difficulty of the paper this time, and they had a lot to say, so Liang Luoan Then I dropped by and went to the school bakery with the girls.

There are fresh lemon tarts on the counter, which are exquisitely and attractively illuminated by a special light source. Liang Luo'an looked at them and didn't want to buy them at first, but he was still tempted irresistibly, so he habitually compared "two" to the clerk. gesture, thought for a while, and retracted another finger.

Back in the elevator of the apartment, Liang Luoan couldn't help it. Seeing that there was no one around, he looked at the surveillance camera facing him for a while, turned his back and took a bite of the lemon tart.

Sweet and sour taste, with a bit of warmth after baking.

Liang Luo'an suddenly thought inexplicably, it would be great if he bought two.

When he got home and found Tan Chen's shoes at the door, he really regretted that he didn't buy two lemon tarts.

But now it is impossible for him to leave Tan Chen and buy it again. He didn't even bother to arrange his shoes neatly, he took them off randomly, threw his backpack on the marble table at the door, and trotted into the bedroom.

Tan Chen was lying on the bed, hunched over and wrapped tightly in the quilt, falling asleep with a very haggard and exhausted complexion.

Seeing this, Liang Luo'an immediately stopped in her tracks, but it still seemed to wake up Tan Chen.

He saw Tan Chen frowning and opening his eyes, as if he was a little dull, and fell on him with a hazy gaze that was not fully awake.

"Tan Chen——" Seeing that he woke up, Liang Luoan stopped hesitating, sat down on the edge of the bed, lay down again, slowly climbed onto Tan Chen, and hugged him with hands and feet, "Why did you come back?" Don't say a word, I only bought a lemon tart, and I took a bite."

Liang Luo'an was uncoordinated but quickly turned over again, picked up a bag containing lemon tarts, and put it on the bedside, only to see the water glass and two missing fever-reducing medicines on the bedside table.

"Tan Chen, you are sick."

Liang Luo'an pressed Tan Chen's forehead and exclaimed in a low voice, "It's so hot."

Because Tan Chen's physical fitness has always been very good and he doesn't often get sick, Liang Luo'an has almost no experience in taking care of patients.

However, in his memory, Tan Chen took care of him a lot, so Liang Luo'an followed suit, hurriedly went to the bathroom to get a towel soaked in cold water, and put it on Tan Chen's forehead.

Tan Chen looked listlessly at Liang Luo'an who finally calmed down by the bed, and opened his chapped lips: "It's okay."

His voice was hoarse, like the rough edges of a paper shredder with blunted blades, and it sounded painfully tight.

Liang Luo'an felt sorry for Tan Chen's appearance, and anxiously covered his mouth, "Stop talking."

Tan Chen was obedient and didn't make another sound. After staring at Liang Luo'an for a while, he blinked tiredly, so Liang Luo'an let go of his mouth, covered his eyes again, and kissed his face lightly. let him sleep.

Perhaps because of overwork, the high fever came on suddenly this time, but after all, Tan Chen's physical fitness is very good. He slept and sweated, and the fever subsided that night. However, after he became ill, he still seemed to have no energy and was sluggish. Sick, his eyes are always dark, and he doesn't speak much.

Liang Luoan expressed his understanding of this situation very well at first. After all, as a perennial patient himself, he is well aware of the degree of wear and tear on the body. To last several 10 minutes.

But what Liang Luoan couldn't understand was that Tan Chen's sequelae of high fever seemed to have not improved at all after a month.

At 09:30 that night, the compulsory evening self-study of the class ended, Liang Luoan left the campus from the east gate, stepped on the shadow of the alternating light and dark under the street lamp, walked alone through the hot and humid summer night wind, and returned to the recent sudden drop in temperature small apartment.

Not that the apartment has cool temperatures suitable for summer.

Even though Liang Luo'an went back to turn on the cooling fan every day, he still developed symptoms of bitter summer due to the high temperature.

He was sweating a little, a little cold, wearing only Tan Chen's loose white short sleeves, with his legs resting on the armrest of the sofa, staring at Tan Chen's dialog box on the phone screen in a daze.

He didn't see Tan Chen all day today, and he ate all three meals by himself. During evening self-study, he sent a message to Tan Chen, asking if he wanted to go home together, and 3 days after he arrived home Minutes later, I received a message from Tan Chen: "I have something to do, go back later, don't wait for me."

This is already the fourth time in half a month.

Liang Luo'an was distracted for a moment, he couldn't hold the phone firmly, and it hit his face in a daze.

He was sober for a short time because of the sudden pain, thinking that he should be considerate of Tan Chen's reason for leaving early and returning late—yes, yes, Tan Chen seems to be working on some entrepreneurial project with a senior, and he seems to have encountered a bottleneck recently, so he is very busy.

Ok.

Liang Luo'an felt a little relieved, rubbed his sore nose, and lay down on the sofa to brush Moments for a while.

He liked all the circles of friends who complained about the end-of-term review, quit, went back and re-read Tan Chen's reply to his message, clicked on his profile picture, and saw the friends who had been visible in the last three days but were empty lock up.

In the early morning, while taking a shower in the bathroom, Liang Luo'an heard the sound of the door closing outside.

He opened the bathroom door, poked out half of his face, and saw Tan Chen changing shoes at the door.

"Tan Chen."

He called out to Tan Chen in a low voice, but Tan Chen didn't seem to hear it, and went straight to sit down on the sofa with the computer in his hand, raised his head, and covered the surface of his closed eyes with his hands.

Liang Luo'an quickly rinsed off the foam on his body, only hastily wiped off the water on his body, put on Tan Chen's big T-shirt, and walked out while wiping his hair.

Tan Chen has turned on the computer again, sliding the mouse with his finger, browsing the screen with bloodshot eyes like masochistic.

Liang Luoan leaned over and leaned on Tan Chen's back in a measured manner, smelling the smell of alcohol on his body.

"Tan Chen, you're drinking."

Liang Luo'an hated alcohol sticking to his body, mixed with sweat, and had a strange smell, so he subconsciously stayed away.

Tan Chen turned his head, as if he was drunk, looked at Liang Luo'an unfocused, showed a smile that Liang Luo'an couldn't understand, and asked, "Can't you take it anymore?" "...No."

Liang Luo'an answered in a low voice, feeling an indescribable weirdness.

In fact, he was a little afraid of such a strange Tan Chen, but it was Tan Chen after all. In order to show that he didn't dislike him, Liang Luo'an leaned back on Tan Chen's back and breathed quietly and cautiously.

Tan Chen didn't continue talking, rubbed his eyes, turned around, and continued to stare at the information on the computer screen.

Liang Luo'an casually glanced at the computer screen, it seemed to be some kind of recruitment website, Tan Chen would occasionally click into a certain recruitment information to browse, and then log out, again and again.

"What job are you looking for? Isn't it starting a business?" Liang Luo'an moved a little closer and saw the screening conditions in the corner of the screen. Among them was a location, located in a relatively developed city in the south, so he asked again: " Who's going south?" "...a friend."

Tan Chen replied without emotion, and suddenly closed the laptop, turned his head, and looked at Liang Luoan's half of his face exposed in his field of vision from a very awkward angle.

"Don't you want to continue watching?" Liang Luo'an raised his head from Tan Chen's back, looked at Tan Chen in a daze, and was suddenly trapped between the back of the sofa and his hot body by Tan Chen's suppressive kiss.

The smell of alcohol in Tan Chen's mouth was very strong, Liang Luo'an couldn't adapt to it, and subconsciously pushed back a few times, Tan Chen let go of his lips, but with his arms lying beside Liang Luo'an, mixed with a heavy breath, It reminded Liang Luo'an of a cage with flowing magma and mountain fire.

Tan Chen's eyes were dark, looking at Liang Luoan as if he was trying to swallow him, but his voice was melted and weak: "Luan, do you hate me now?" Tan Chen got too close, and Liang Luoan An couldn't see his expression clearly, but from the tone of his voice, Liang Luo'an was surprised to hear an almost delusion, but also a real and sad expectation, which made him lose his ability to think and wanted to avoid answering this weird question.

He let go of his grip on the sofa, covered Tan Chen's eyes, and told Tan Chen, holding back his choked sobs, "Don't drink so much next time, I'm a little scared."