sweet kiss bitter summer

Tan Chen became more and more busy.

Not seeing people all day is not uncommon.

Sometimes when Liang Luoan returned to the apartment at night, he couldn't wait for Tan Chen no matter what, and the messages he sent couldn't get a reply. The next day, when he touched the cold bed beside him, he found that Tan Chen hadn't returned all night.

Finally, Liang Luoan found an opportunity to ask Tan Chen, and the answer he got was that the business has encountered a bottleneck recently and is in an important stage of seeking investment. To put it bluntly, it is largely a matter of the wine table. Drunk, so I went back to the dormitory to sleep.

Liang Luo felt disappointed and wanted to fight for it, so he told Tan Chen that he could go back when he was drunk, and there was someone at home who was willing to take care of him.

Tan Chen refused, and asked back, didn't you say you were afraid?Liang Luo'an was at a loss for words for a while.

He actually wanted to say something to refute, but unfortunately, Tan Chen was right.

After the last time, he still had lingering fears about Tan Chen's drunken state, his weird language, weird eyes, and weird behavior.

So Liang Luo'an did not continue to speak.

Starting with this long silence, they seem to have entered into a bizarre state of cold war.

In the early morning of this day, when night and day meet, the sky presents an indescribably gray and bright light.

Liang Luo'an turned over in his sleep, his palm lost the familiar temperature, and when he landed on the empty cold bed, he woke up immediately.

Tan Chen didn't come back again.

Liang Luo'an was very difficult to get used to the feeling of being forced to be separated from his life. Suddenly he lost sleepiness, shrank in his own small half space, turned on the bedside lamp, and started to browse Moments in boredom.

No one updated the news during the night time, but Liang Luo'an was a little out of his mind, so he couldn't find it.

He mechanically swipe the screen of the phone, his gaze blankly glanced at each carefully illustrated picture and text, and finally stopped at a post posted by his former roommate three days ago.

The purpose of the post is probably to show affection, the accompanying picture shows a relatively homely sumptuous dinner, and the accompanying text "There is no problem that my wife can't solve by cooking a meal.

If so, just two meals. "

Such an absolute and convincing statement made Liang Luo'an fall into thinking.

In fact, he is not familiar with this roommate, but as far as he knows, the relationship between this roommate and his girlfriend has always been very stable.

So regarding some problems in love, Liang Luo'an thought that what this roommate said might have some truth.

According to the roommate, the problem between him and Tan Chen is by no means unsolvable, even very easy.

Maybe it's just a matter of a meal, it's as simple as that.

He thought that Tan Chen's recent hard work and exhaustion were obvious, and what he needed to do, perhaps, was to be more considerate and caring, instead of blaming Tan Chen for his momentary negligence.

Besides, Tan Chen did not return drunk, and it was indeed based on his good intentions to consider for him.

Liang Luo'an figured it out easily, and immediately downloaded the cooking app on his mobile phone. After a few hours, he struggled to decide on the menu, carefully organized the shopping list, and went out at nine o'clock in the morning, and went straight to the nearby large vegetable market.

Because there are several older old communities nearby, there are many elderly people, and they almost occupy the whole vegetable market, which makes Liang Luo'an, who is out of place, feel a little cramped.

It wasn't until near noon, when uncles and aunts left the market carrying fresh fruits and vegetables as if rushing to the market, and once again occupied the nearby bus station, Liang Luo'an was a little more calm, and methodically followed the list in the mobile phone memo, and made purchases one by one.

During this period, he received a call from the apartment landlord, asking him and Tan Chen that the lease period was coming up, and if he wanted to renew the contract.

This is something that Liang Luo'an cannot decide on his own, so he replied to the landlord and waited until a later date to reply.

After returning to the apartment, Liang Luo'an spent the whole afternoon in the kitchen, earnestly and rigorously as if doing an experiment, eager to cut the length of the vegetables to the millimeter, and finally when the sky was dark, he reluctantly brought out four vegetables. It was a fairly decent dish, and he spooned the last bit of lemon curd in the refrigerator into a cup, poured warm water in an appropriate proportion, and placed it on both sides of the table.

He covered each plate with plastic wrap and lay down on the couch, somewhat exhausted.

After calming down, Liang Luo'an felt a dull pain in the skin on his fingers cut by the shrimp shell, and there were still faint bloodstains under closer inspection, but he didn't deal with it.

He admits that he has some devious thoughts - he wants Tan Chen to see that he is hurt, wants Tan Chen to feel sorry for him, wants Tan Chen to show his original eager concern for him, and while helping him bandage, he also told him Be careful next time.

With apprehension, Liang Luo'an dialed Tan Chen's number with his injured finger.

After the bell rang twice, Tan Chen's voice appeared: "Hello?" "Tan Chen, it's me."

Liang Luo'an tried his best to keep as stable as possible, but it was difficult for a person to do so in a state of emotional tension, and his voice was still slightly trembling, "Are you busy today?" Tan Chen paused for a moment, "... busy."

Tan Chen's side was a bit noisy, as if he was in a noisy environment with many people, Liang Luo'an vaguely heard a sound similar to the station announcement prompting ticket inspection in the noisy background.

But now he can't care about these details, and raced against time to fight for Tan Chen: "Can you come back tonight? The landlord asked us if we want to renew the rental contract. I want to discuss it with you."

"It's good to listen to you."

Tan Chen said.

"But, but...Tan Chen, is it okay to come back for dinner tonight? We haven't eaten together for a long time."

Liang Luoan's tone was a bit like begging, he thought for a while, and continued, "It's my first time cooking today, it shouldn't taste bad, don't you really want to come back and have a look?" Liang Luoan added: " I want to reconcile with you, so I made it specially for you."

Tan Chen was silent for a long time, and finally said: "Okay."

With Tan Chen's affirmative answer, the long wait was endowed with meaning.

Liang Luo'an was a little restless, and used his hands to check the temperature of the dishes from time to time. After the food was heated twice, Liang Luo'an finally waited for Tan Chen who came back after it was completely dark.

He was wearing an ordinary white shirt, the surface had wrinkles and signs of being wet, and the water droplets on the ends of his hair were about to fall, perhaps because it was raining outside.

He walked in first, and then carried the suitcase behind him through the door, with a tired look on his face, looking like a dusty traveler.

"Tan Chen."

Liang Luo'an felt that he had seen the person in front of him after a long time, and became a little strange and nervous.

He saw the suitcase behind Tan Chen and guessed it was probably used for packing. It seemed that Tan Chen had no plans to renew the contract.

Thinking that their cohabitation life is coming to an end, Liang Luo'an inevitably feels a little lost, but it doesn't matter, this is not the most important issue now.

Liang Luo'an eagerly stepped forward, forced to pretend to be familiar with each other, hugged Tan Chen's arm, and said with a smile: "You're back."

He dragged Tan Chen into the room, and pointed out the results of his busy afternoon to Tan Chen: "Look at the dishes I cook, don't they look good?" Tan Chen glanced at them, then looked away, and nodded , "It's pretty good, I shouldn't be hungry in the future."

Liang Luo'an didn't like what Tan Chen said, as if he assumed that he would never be around in the future, so he emphasized again: "I made it for you specially."

Tan Chen scanned the whole room aimlessly, and sounded a casual "hmm".

Liang Luo'an was suddenly a little uneasy because of Tan Chen's seemingly indifferent attitude.

He put his injured finger in front of Tan Chen, pretending to be pitiful and said: "Tan Chen, I was injured for making this meal. Look, it's bleeding, and it still hurts now."

Seeing the scars on Liang Luo'an's fingers, Tan Chen's face revealed a little visible emotion. He frowned, but quickly looked away again, and after a while, told Liang Luo'an: "After that Just don't do it.

If you will hurt yourself. "

He emphasized again: "Don't do it for me."

Tan Chen's voice was very cold, as if the temperature of rainwater had condensed the air surrounding the two of them into an intractable ice cave.

Liang Luo'an felt that time seemed to freeze for a moment because of this, and in the crack of his thoughts, he suddenly thought of some words in some pain literature he had read before, for example, being sad will make people grow up quickly.

He didn't know if this was the case with himself now, feeling sad clearly, and suddenly seemed to understand something he hadn't known before.

"Tan Chen."

Liang Luo'an lowered his head and asked tremblingly in disbelief: "Do you hate me?" The answer to the question may be crucial at this moment, but Tan Chen just remained silent.

After a long time, Tan Chen moved, moved to a position a little further away, and said calmly, "Liang Luo'an, let's break up."

After getting a non-answer answer, Liang Luo'an was stunned for a while, trying to understand Tan Chen's meaning dully and difficultly.

He looked at Tan Chen, with those very different eyes like black holes, he looked away as if fleeing in embarrassment, just like he never dared to look at a stranger for a long time.

It's only been a few days, he feels as if he really doesn't know Tan Chen anymore.

Liang Luo'an had difficulty thinking, collapsed meekly, and asked him numbly and mechanically: "Tan Chen, why did you break up? Why did you break up suddenly? Why, why do you suddenly hate me so much?" "Because I'm tired."

Tan Chen seemed to know the answer by heart, and quickly replied: "I'm very tired now, so I want to relax."

Liang Luo'an looked at Tan Chen's lips opening and closing, and felt that Tan Chen's mouth could not utter such sharp words.

Tan Chen's lips should be able to say that he loves him and kiss him.

Regardless of when he kissed, Liang Luo'an was completely out of control. He was on the verge of collapse, and he forgot the correct way to kiss. He just pressed his lips together, struggling and resisting, and let the salty tears flow down the gap between his lips. The gap spreads.

Tan Chen's hand was not weak, and it landed on Liang Luo'an's shoulder blades. He exerted force without direction and purpose, and the thin flesh was sunken under his fingertips, which made Liang Luo'an feel very painful.

Liang Luo'an stubbornly kissed Tan Chen, her mouth was tightly pressed, her body gradually trembled, resonating with the uncontrollable impact inside the chest cavity.

After losing Tan Chen's support, Liang Luo'an collapsed to the ground almost immediately, curled up, and began to cough violently.

Tan Chen left for a while, and when he came back, there were two white pills lying in his palm, he pinched Liang Luoan's chin, forced him to open his mouth, and said fiercely, "Liang Luoan, take the medicine."

Survival is always a subconscious instinct, Liang Luoan opened his mouth to swallow the medicine, the bitter and moist feeling spread from the mouth to the inside of the body, and the pills he took with tears were more bitter than ever before.

Tan Chen squatted beside him, looked at Liang Luoan, waited until he gradually stopped coughing, and asked him indifferently: "Do you need me to call an ambulance?" "Tan Chen..." Liang Luoan covered his heart, unable to bear the sadness anymore , Tears filled his eyelashes, and called his name pitifully.

"That is not necessary."

"Tan Chen..." "Don't renew the rent of the house. I've already packed my luggage. You should pack it too. Go back and live."

"Tan Chen..." "Stop barking."

"Tan Chen..." Tan Chen seemed a little annoyed, and suddenly became decisive: "Liang Luo'an, do you want to understand? You will be sad and regret it."

"Tan Chen...Tan Chen!" Tan Chen helplessly looked at Liang Luo'an's tear-filled eyes, his brows were bulging with veins, and he frowned, as if he was really disgusted: "You are not smart, and you are naive. Taking care of you is very difficult. Tired, and you have to take care of your illness... You may fall ill almost anytime and anywhere, even when you have sex/love, tell me, won't this make people very tired?" "You will only bring trouble to people. "

After Tan Chen finished speaking, he seemed to be really exhausted, sighed, turned his head away from Liang Luoan, squatted on the spot for a while, stood up, and quickly disappeared from Liang Luoan's sight.

Then came the sound of footsteps, the rolling of the trunk, the slamming of the door, and the constant thumping of raindrops on the window panes.

Liang Luo'an sat on the ground, feeling like he had been drenched in the rain.

He dully began to come back to his senses, thinking of all the words Tan Chen had just said, hitting him more fiercely than raindrops.

He has been called by Tan Chen's name, but Tan Chen is no longer willing to be his umbrella.

The author has something to say: If the number of words explodes, you have to report it by the way. I am preparing for an exam recently, so I can only try to make sure that it is updated every other day, about four times a week!Thank you for your understanding and support (bow) Jump to the timeline in the next chapter~