don't touch my ears sir

Not far away, the first firework suddenly exploded in the sky, followed by a ray of light splitting the earth.There is no trace of gunpowder beside the colorful fireworks—fake fireworks.

But the lively sound of fireworks still made the supposedly quiet night extraordinary, and the new year came happily in a small snowstorm.

Immediately afterwards, uninterrupted fireworks crackled above the sky, the earth kept flickering, and the sky was also dyed in colorful colors, which was surprisingly beautiful.

In the thin snow all over the sky, two figures, one in front and one behind, were not far or close to each other.

Shu Shu followed Tang Xianqing, his eyes never left him since he left the villa.After walking for a distance like this, Tang Xianqing in front finally stopped, and the cold wind blew his white hair around.

He turned around and looked at Shu Shu who also stopped behind him.

Before he could speak, Shu Shu preemptively said, "We haven't seen each other for two to five...nearly two and a half years."

He seemed to have forgotten the specific date he wanted to say when he spoke, so he had to change his voice and roughly said a number.

Tang Xianqing closed his mouth when he was about to say something.

After a while, he said, "Didn't you drive to Tang Ke's house?"

Shu Shu said, "It's open."

"But I dare not go to the garage to drive, otherwise I won't be able to catch up with you."

Tang Xianqing lowered his eyes, didn't speak any more, and continued to turn around and walk forward.Shu Shu also followed.

The snow was still falling, and the two of them walked on the road for a while, and their clothes and hair were stained with a lot of snowflakes, as if they had accidentally turned gray together.

Tang Xianqing didn't care about his clothes, but gently raised his hand to wipe off the snowflakes on his head. Even though he was full of hair like a centenarian, the snowflakes were not obvious on his head.

Even though it was Chinese New Year, the fireworks in the sky hadn't finished blowing up yet, but due to the wind and snow, there weren't too many pedestrians and cheers in the city.

Few cars passed by on the viaduct. Tang Xianqing walked to the center of the bridge and stopped. He looked at the river under the bridge and the city scenery not far away, as if he had fallen into a tranquil state.

Shu Shu stopped one meter away from him. He seemed to be cold, so he couldn't help rubbing his arms.

Tang Xianqing suddenly said, "Go back."

Shu Shu didn't move, didn't make a sound, and of course he wouldn't leave.

After a long while, the two of them seemed to be in some kind of stalemate. Tang Xianqing sighed as if he finally compromised, then turned his head and asked, "Where are you going?"

Shu Shu replied softly, "I want to go home."

Tang Xianqing responded, walked over and grabbed the man's sleeve and recited a formula. In the blink of an eye, Shu Shu had already arrived in front of his house.

The location in the city center was even brighter. Tang Xianqing seemed unaccustomed to standing under the bright light of the world. He let go of his hand and walked towards a dark place, but Shu Shu grabbed his arm.

Tang Xianqing didn't move, and said in a calm tone: "Happy New Year." Then he said: "Go in."

Shu Shu grabbed him tightly: "You come with me."

The fireworks finally stopped, without these movements, Tang Xianqing only felt that the surroundings were too quiet, and the face of the person in front of him was too stubborn, he said: "Little fox, go in."

Shu Shu still repeated: "You are with me."

With that said, he also used his other hand.The strength of grabbing Tang Xianqing was very strong, even when looking at the person with his eyes, he was afraid that the person would disappear in the next second.

Tang Xianqing didn't break free and said, "As long as I think about it, I can leave in a second."

"I know!" Suddenly, Shu Shu, who had been calm all the way, suddenly seemed to explode, and the strength in his hand seemed to be embedded in human flesh: "You go! You go now! What am I, How can I stop you!"

The wind stopped at some point, only the snow was still falling silently, one piece fell on Shu Shu's slender eyelashes, and he was evaporated by an invisible layer of water vapor in the blink of an eye.

Shocked by the coolness in his eyes, Shu Shu regained his sanity, but he still said hoarsely, "You go..."

Tang Xianqing raised one hand subconsciously and stopped on top of the back of Shu Shu's arm that was holding him, and when he was about to touch it, he paused and then put it down.

After a while, he said, "Open the door."

Shu Shu felt that he hadn't misunderstood the meaning, but was also afraid that he had misunderstood the meaning, so he could only ask for confirmation: "I'm staying here tonight, won't you go?"

Tang Xianqing said: "Yes."

When Shu Shu used his fingerprints to open the door, his other hand was still holding onto Tang Xianqing firmly. Obviously, the scene of repentance had happened before.

But this time Tang Xianqing didn't seem to really think about leaving again, he went home with someone.

Tang Xianqing was no stranger to Shu Shu's family before.As soon as Shu Shu entered the living room, he hurriedly looked for clothes for Tang Xianqing to put on. The other party took it and said, "Thank you."

After waiting for someone to sit on the sofa, Shu Shu found a topic and asked, "This time... where did you come back from?"

Still cold from the snow, Tang Xianqing gathered up his clothes and said, "A hotter place."

Shu Shu: "Have you found it?"

Tang Xianqing shook his head and said nothing.

Shu Shu lowered his eyes and said "oh", he poured a cup of hot water and stuffed it in Tang Xianqing's hand, and after a while he asked in a low voice, "When are you leaving?"

Tang Xianqing lowered his head and blew into the hot water. He was silent for a while, as if he remembered something.

He said casually, "I'm not leaving."

After the words fell, Shu Shu suddenly opened his eyes wide, and asked in disbelief: "Really?"

Tang Xianqing: "Yes."

"You..." Shu Shu should have a lot of questions to ask, but he didn't even dare to ask why, for fear that if he asked, he would not get the answer he wanted to hear.

In the end, he just changed the subject very bluntly: "Today... Tang Ke knows that I got to know him because of you."

Tang Xianqing paused as he was about to bring water to his mouth.

"It's okay." He said: "I haven't lived or seen it. He won't be sad because of me for too long."

Shu Shu shook his head: "He's sad."

Tang Xianqing didn't speak, neither did Shu Shu, and the living room fell into silence.

Tang Ke was indeed sad. When he was put on the bed by Shang Yi, he even let out a "sigh", saying that no one wanted him.

Shang Yi said "I want you" twice before making people quiet down.

Shang Yi tucked in the quilt for someone, and when he pulled the quilt around Tang Ke's neck, the other person's head suddenly approached him.

A small half of the fluffy hair brushed against the back of Shang Yi's hands, like a kitten courting its master.

Shang Yi's heart was about to melt, he complained in a soft voice: "Why are you so soft."

Tang Ke drank too much, but he was still able to talk to people very well.

Tang Ke felt that he heard Shang Yi talking to him, but the voice seemed to be far away, faintly visible.Tang Ke leaned on the back of Shang Yi's hand again, and responded in a low voice: "I'm cute."

Shang Yi: "..."

Shang Yi rubbed his head, and asked: "Are you sure you won't be broken tomorrow?"

Tang Ke shook her head, rubbed on the back of Shang Yi's hand, and replied seriously: "Really...no."

"Then can you remember the new name I gave you?" Shang Yi asked.

Tang Ke: "What's your name?"

"Toffee," Shang Yi chuckled, satisfied: "Tang, milk, sugar."

"...Okay, okay," Tang Ke kept closing her eyes, "Okay."

Shang Yi: "I will ask your name tomorrow."

"Well," Tang Ke also said, "Okay."

Shang Yi was finally willing to squat down. After looking at Tang Ke's cute appearance for a while, he felt that he would not be able to leave for a while, so he just sat on the ground.

"Toffee." He called softly.

Tang Ke didn't answer for a long time, just when Shang Yi thought he was asleep, he replied like a cat: "Yeah. I'm here, meow..."

Shang Yi was immediately stunned by the "meow", he held his breath and didn't come up, almost suffocated to death, and finally he took a sharp breath and choked his throat, coughing several times.

Shang Yi blushed coldly, brushed Tang Ke's eyelashes with his fingers, and began to coax him out of nowhere: "That bastard in the utility room, forget about him."

"...Huh? Ah?" Tang Ke had kept her eyes closed, but when she heard this, she opened her eyes which were still red from crying.

He was in a daze, and it took him a long time to react. When he curled his mouth, he had the tendency to cry again. He said in a crying voice, "Don't. Don't..."

One night, Shang Yi could be said to be heartbroken by his crying, and hurriedly said: "Okay, don't forget, don't forget."

He raised his hand and patted Tang Ke's quilt to lull her to sleep.

After Tang Ke said "hmm" several times and closed his eyes again, his breathing became steady again, and Shang Yi also calmed down and stared at the little milk cat in front of him.

And the next moment, he had an extra jade flute in his hand.

Cui Nuo was still shining brightly in the room where none of the lights were on, and Shang Yi put him next to Tang Ke's pillow: "I have no money, no possessions, I think about it, so I take this Send you off, recognize the Lord."

He whispered: "Happy birthday to a hundred-year-old child."

As soon as the words fell, Tang Ke's fingertips obviously had no wounds, but a drop of blood irresistibly condensed from the pulp of his index finger on the top of Rui Nuo.

The blood and the jade white merged into one, the jade flute was no longer "destroying the promise", and the broken lines in the middle continued to have a beginning and an end.Shang Yi was dazed for a moment when he saw it, and then, with a chuckle, he put Yu Xiao in Tang Ke's arms, and Tang Ke subconsciously held the thing tightly, not only holding it, but also dragging it into the bed.

A series of small movements are light but completed in one go.For some unknown reason, Shang Yi watched quietly, but suddenly murmured in a low voice: "You keep him in your heart, and I leave you two."

Tang Ke was lying on her side curled up, with most of her face buried in the pillow, in a very self-protective posture.

At one o'clock in the morning, the snow finally stopped, and the ground was covered with a layer of white. Looking out from the floor-to-ceiling windows, it was still a bit dazzling.

Shang Yi sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows in Tang Ke's room, facing the sleeping Tang Ke, with forbearance.

After a while, a little sweat broke out on his forehead and temples.He lowered his head and didn't look in front of him, his waist-length silver hair fell from behind, covering most of Yin Ren's face, the end of his eyes that were usually flirtatious soon turned red, and the small scarlet mole at the corner of his right eye was even more serious. It seemed to be scalded and exaggerated, and it was so red that it was eye-catching.

It was almost two o'clock after the solution, Shang Yi stopped to take a deep breath and rested for a while, threw the paper ball into the trash can, got up and packed the trash bag out of Tang Ke's room.

There was a "creaking" sound from the snow being stepped on, which seemed a bit abrupt in the silent night.Just this little sound made Shang Yi feel noisy, and the face of An Ran's sleeping face flashed in his mind, and Shang Yi's foot movements became lighter and slower.

Before entering the door after throwing away the trash, he first looked up at the signboard of "Antique World", and it was strange that he felt a kind of warmth that he didn't want to withdraw from.

Shang Yi seems to be unrestrained by nature. He doesn't like to touch the doorknob when he goes out and enters the door. He always likes to walk in through the door.

The things downstairs hadn't been tidied up yet, and even the residual heat was gone by this time. Before the guests left, Shang Yi, who said "Shang will clean up later", did not tidy up the living room in a hurry. He stood in the middle of the living room.

He looked at Tang Ke's utility room.

He walked in the direction of the utility room.

He was getting closer and closer to the utility room.

Just as he was about to walk through the door, Shang Yi suddenly remembered.

Ever since he entered Tang Ke's friend Lu Shangshi's Wordless Book once, he had a deep desire to find out about Tang Ke.

So when Tang Ke didn't say anything, he found out about the monster forum, he went to see Tang Ke's movie, and he went to find out what he could know...

Among them, he also touched Tang Ke's authorship more than ten years ago──wishful thinking.

Viewers and readers may not be able to guess for sure, but after all kinds of clues, it is not difficult to guess who he is.

Many works of "wishful thinking" have been sold for copyright to make dramas and movies, and one of them is called "Jinghong".

It is the adaptation IP of the film that Tang Ke acted in that made him famous in the first battle-"The Gentle Frightened Hong".

The whole novel of "Jinghong" is not a purely modern urban novel, but mixed with a little supernatural, and has the identity of a monster.

The protagonist in it is named Bai Wang, whose parents died in a serious car accident at the age of 16.He has never met other relatives other than his parents. He only knows that his grandfather committed suicide in a certain year, and his great-grandfather is missing.

His family was slandered, and he himself was slandered. This went on for more than [-] years, until one day people around him no longer remembered Bai Hua's name, and the situation improved. Even Bai Hua himself didn't know the specific reason.

For decades, Bai Hua remained silent, but he was always supported by a belief that he had never seen before.

That's a person—a person who didn't appear from the beginning to the end, but still runs through the whole text.

It's just that the movie must have been adapted after it was shot.

The film has removed all urban anecdote elements and compiled a mediocre "sick patient" story.

Moreover, Xiaobai in the movie died in the end.

But Xiaobai in the book survived.

And it was because a person he had never met, but he took it as his belief, survived.

When it was made into a movie, many fans of the original book learned about the direction of the movie, and began to scold the crew crazily.

In the end, "wishful thinking" himself came out and posted on Weibo: [There are not so many obsessions that can save a person, let alone an unfounded obsession, which is very unrealistic at first glance.In fact, you all know that Xiaobai's departure is inevitable, but you just don't want to accept it.

To change Xiaobai's ending is to let Xiaobai go, and also to let himself go.The admiration that never existed will never exist, he is only suitable to be born and trapped in books. 】

There must have been scolding. At that time, a large number of fans of the original book were saying "wishful thinking" and not knowing nothing.

But he never spoke again.Tang Ke's status as a movie star made this matter go away.

It's not like he's never seen a person with silver hair and a scarlet mole on the wall in the utility room. When Shang Yi just finished reading this book, he felt in his heart that Bai Wang's belief was that evil.

I couldn't tell what was going on, but Shang Yi was not very happy, because of this, he often caught Tang Ke pinching his rabbit ears to vent his anger.

Before entering, he was a little nervous again. Shang Yi felt that he should not be so free-wheeling anymore, and had already raised his hand to touch the doorknob, but before he touched it, he realized that Tang Ke had locked the door, so he had to settle for the next best thing and go straight to the doorknob. Enter the door.

Shang Yi recalled Tang Xianqing's sudden visit last night, and told him after finishing talking to him in the study.

"Mr. Shang, I really didn't expect you to come here. I haven't seen you for a thousand years, and I don't know exactly what to say."

"I... I didn't expect that you and Tang Ke were so destined that you would live with him directly. He treats you differently, so if he usually does something wrong, you can bear it."

There are still familiar portraits on the wall. Compared with Shang Yi, although they don't look much like each other, they still have amazing beauty.

Shang Yi stared at those paintings and felt that he must have thought wrong from the beginning.

There was a stack of notebooks on the table, none of which looked new, and each of them should be filled with words.

Shang Yi walked over and whispered: "Toffy, I offended your privacy, I have time to make amends."

After saying that, he opened the title page of the top black leather book, and saw a string of beautiful cursive characters on it.

Wrote:

Shang Yi──The direction of the heart, my god.

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