your glory my sniper

The tossing and lingering deep kiss, dominated by strong hormones, made that cold rainy night suddenly warm.

From outdoors to indoors.

Everything went so smoothly.

The wet and cold body fell into the warm and dry bed.

This time, it was Yu Jianglan who took the initiative.

...

Yu Jianglan knew that he was unbearable at that moment, and selfishly ignited the joy that spread to the extreme, allowing it to override all emotions wantonly, to force himself to forget the pain.

His mind was blank, and he stared at the man's beautiful eyebrows with great affection, and insisted on seeing every twist and turn in it clearly.

...

"I'm sorry, Lingling."

"Um…"

—

Yu Jianglan went downstairs to buy cigarettes, smoked three in the toilet after returning, and then went back to bed.

He lifted the quilt, and stretched out his hand towards Ling Jibei's waist.

Ling Jibei's eyes trembled slightly, and his face was complicated, with a hint of sadness and joy: "Brother Lan, don't you want to..."

"Let me see your injury." Before he could finish speaking, Yu Jianglan raised his hand to push off the pajamas he had just put on.

Ling Jibei's lower abdomen tightened nervously, and the red and swollen incision was suddenly exposed in sight.

Yu Jianglan froze, looked down for a long time, his Adam's apple rolled slightly: "Blame me."

He moved his finger closer, wanting to touch it, but didn't dare.

"No wonder," Ling Jibei grabbed his hand and directly covered the incision, "May I rub your stomach, so I can feel less sad?"

Yu Jianglan smiled slightly: "You are so thin, where did you get your belly?"

"Who said that, look!" Ling Jibei puffed his stomach on purpose, trying to make Yu Jianglan happy in the simplest and most childish way.

Yu Jianglan rubbed his head with a smile: "How stupid."

After he finished speaking, he stood up and went downstairs to buy medicine.

Yu Jianglan was wearing pajamas, but the pharmacy was far away, walking on the street in the early morning, it was not ordinary strange.

When he returned to the hotel, Yu Jianglan was carrying two plastic bags in his hand.

Ling Jibei didn't know what he was going to buy, and his curiosity drove him to sit up and dig the two bags like a small animal.

He first opened a bag, which contained yogurt and plum sugar.

"This is mine!" Ling Jibei directly picked up the bag of plum candies, tore open his mouth as if declaring his sovereignty, and took one piece into his mouth, not forgetting to praise: "Mmm, it's so sweet~"

Yu Jianglan was opening the medicine packet, taking out povidone iodine, cotton swabs and wound stickers.

Ling Jibei looked at it: "Brother Lan, did you buy the medicine for me on purpose?"

Yu Jianglan didn't look up: "No, I want to drink yogurt, drop by."

He suddenly thought of something and glanced at Ling Jibei: "Are you eating candy?"

The sugar was swirling in his mouth, and when Yu Jianglan asked, Ling Jibei panicked subconsciously, and asked without confidence: "Ah, yes, didn't you buy it for me..."

"I just remembered that the doctor said that your gastrointestinal function is not recovering well, so you'd better eat less sugar."

Ling Jibei dragged his voice, a little bit coquettishly: "I ate everything, no exception!"

Yu Jianglan continued to fiddle with the things in his hands: "It's best to vomit."

"Hey, it's too wasteful, this piece of candy is also money." Ling Jibei said and put it together in front of Yu Jianglan, making a gesture of spitting it out, "Then give it to you, Brother Lan, kiss me, you Don't despise me!"

"Eat, eat, eat." Yu Jianglan frowned and avoided him, "Look at your talent."

Ling Jibei smiled brightly, this was not only a small compromise, but also brother Lan's doting on him.

He happily ate the whole candy, and quietly "stealed" it from the bag with his hands behind his back, but was caught by Yu Jianglan: "It's almost done."

Yu Jianglan dipped a cotton swab in iodine to wipe the child's wound.

With his head down, he smeared around the red and swollen incision, and blew gently with his mouth.

Ambiguous movements, an itchy breath.

Ling Jibei couldn't help trembling: "Brother Lan, I'll do it myself."

Yu Jianglan thought he was in pain, and handed him a cotton swab: "Well, go to the hospital tomorrow to have a look, I think it's quite swollen."

"Okay, by the way, check it out, why is your voice so hoarse?"

"I'm fine, just drink more water." Yu Jianglan watched him put the wound stickers on, and then looked away with confidence. "Go to bed, it's getting late."

Ling Jibei nodded, waiting for Yu Jianglan to lie down too, and raised his hand to turn off the light beside the bed.

The hotel's curtains are the kind that have excellent blackout properties.

The light in the room dimmed, and it was so dark that you couldn't see your fingers, it suddenly drowned out all the outlines.

Two people are covered with the same quilt.

"Brother Lan, do you often smoke?" Ling Jibei buried his face in Yu Jianglan's neck, and gently sucked his nose.

Yu Jianglan put his hands on the shoulder blades behind him, stroking and circling his arms: "No."

"Only... when you're sad... when you're scared..."

"The last time I was in the hospital, the day my mother went..." Ling Jibei thought about it, "The next day, you also smelled of cigarettes."

Yu Jianglan paused, stopped touching his hand, and heard the child ask him very seriously: "Why, why are you sad?"

"You're sick, so sick."

"Just because of this?"

"Ah."

Go to sleep.

...

The next day was sunny, maybe it was raining yesterday, even the sky was much cleaner than usual.

When Ling Jibei woke up, Yu Jianglan had bought something and came back early.

Finger cakes and soy milk, the finger cakes are filled with a lot of ingredients, and the bulging ones are all Lan Ge's love.

Yu Jianglan has a very charming trait.

Probably no matter what happens, he can always sort out his emotions in the shortest time without leaving any traces.

The rationality and calmness revealed in his bones is Ling Jibei's unattainable mature charm.

The difference is not just a three-year period.

Yu Jianglan didn't mention grandma's matter again.

Ling Jibei had already thought of words to enlighten him, and even made up some inspirational stories, but he couldn't use them.

It seems that last night, a heavy rain and those three cigarettes have made Yu Jianglan find the best way to let go.

Whatever that is, it's comforting.

Yu Jianglan took Ling Jibei to the hospital to check the incision, and there was nothing serious, but a little inflammation.

The doctor prescribed some medicine and gave some instructions.

After leaving the hospital, Yu Jianglan and Ling Jibei went around Binzhou again, took him to see the school where he was a child, and ate the time-honored altar meat rice.

Along the way, he told stories about his childhood, all of which were happy and interesting, which made Ling Jibei almost think that he was a carefree and happy child.

Keep the precious happiness in your heart, and leave the sad regret with the wind.

—

When leaving Binzhou, Yu Jianglan sat on the window seat of the bus, watching the familiar scenery regress scene by scene like a movie.

His eyes moistened silently, shining brightly under the sun.

Goodbye, Binzhou.

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-03-2319:25:00~2021-03-2420:46:37期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the landmine: Ziyi Yaya#, soft his father, walk around 1;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: Xia Feng and I are both passers-by with a bottle;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!