howling breath

Lin Lang really felt that he had been waiting for Tang Yushu for a long time.

It's been less than two months since I opened the door of 601 and saw the teenager who didn't wear anything.But Lin Lang always had an illusion—as if he had been waiting for him since he was born... or a little earlier... or as if he had been waiting for him since he was born.

The familiarity between each other does not require the accumulation of love over time, it only needs a certain confession at a certain moment.

It seems that the two souls have been leaning on each other for a hundred years.Now they just digested the bowl of Jiaobei Mengpo soup that Qiaotou drank, and faded away the ignorance in their spiritual consciousness, and finally they were able to distinguish each other's voices.

baffling.

From the evening with the afterglow to the silent night, without wiping off the water drops after bathing, without turning on the lights, without exchanging complex human language, throwing away all consciousness, and completely reduced to two wild beasts that escaped from the cage , entangled tirelessly in the panting of the other party, obsessively offering and asking for the other party, and groping for the rhythm of redemption in the sound of skin touching.

They are all crazy, making up for the lonely days before they met each other.

That night Lin Lang dreamed a vague and illogical dream.

In the dream, he was also in the posture of falling asleep after being exhausted - he was lying on his side on the bed, with his arms hanging outside the bed.

The person squatting beside the bed was an indistinct shadow at first, and he thought it was heavy rain; but when Lin Lang carefully identified it, he realized that it was Tang Yushu.

He squatted beside the bed, looking at himself quietly with his smiling expression; watching and watching, Tang Yushu suddenly became old, grew a big beard, and his handsome face became wrinkled—— In the dream, Lin Lang thought his appearance was funny, and he was charmingly naive.

But when Er'er turned his perspective, he seemed to be out of his body, hanging above the scene where the two faced each other——Lin Lang realized that he was lying on the bed, just like Tang Yushu, who had grown old and changed. Wrinkled; the "old" self is closing his eyes and seems to be asleep.

And Tang Yushu just held his hand tightly.

——This is the first dream since the heavy rain disappeared.

Tang Yushu was still awake when he opened his eyes.

The boy hugged himself tightly, so the air that Lin Lang inhaled through his nose was quietly warmed by passing by his body.

Subconsciously wanting to check if he has wetted the bed, Lin Lang slowly lifted the quilt to have a look, but Lin Lang couldn't help but be surprised by the picture in his sight, and quickly covered the quilt tightly.

There was a faint sense of discomfort in his body, feeling strange, and Lin Lang couldn't help but feel ashamed—fortunately, he called it to stop the night before.

Looking up, there were dark red marks on Tang Yushu's neck from sucking - he expected to have the same place on his own.

Lin Lang didn't dare to look at it, feel it, or think about it.So he tried to gently move Tang Yushu's arm away, but unexpectedly woke him up.

"You're awake." He couldn't open his sleepy eyes, and spoke anxiously: "Where are you going?"

"I... go to the bathroom."

"Where are you going?" He looked like a drunk in a daze.

Lin Lang tried his best to get out of Tang Yushu's arms: "Go to the toilet."

Tang Yushu let go of him and rubbed his eyes - only then did he wake up.

But seeing the movement of Lin Lang, who was all naked, going down to the ground, Tang Yushu woke up more clearly: "I'll carry you!"

Lin Lang wanted to raise his hand to knock away Tang Yushu's overly sincere gaze, but both hands were only trying to cover up, so he could only put on the slippers and said to him, "I can go by myself."

"It doesn't matter, I'll take you!" Tang Yushu had a smirk on his face, he lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed to catch Lin Lang.

But he knelt heavily in front of Lin Lang again.

"Muscle and joint capsule are slightly torn." The doctor wrote the list quickly while diagnosing: "But I see your condition... It seems that you have continued to do some strenuous exercise after a slight sprain?"

"Vigorous exercise?" Tang Yushu tried hard to retrieve the reason in his memory. After thinking about it for a long time, he smashed his fist with his left hand into the palm of his right hand, and looked at Lin Lang brightly: "Oh! Did I hug you up for a while last night... ”—the mouth always moves faster than the brain, so as to stop the car before the intimate verb can be blurted out.

Sweat dripped from Lin Lang's forehead.

The doctor glanced at Tang Yushu, and then at Lin Lang—fortunately, he didn’t think too much about where to go, he just explained: “Young man, be careful when you fight—he’s limping, why don’t you let him go? He picked you up?"

"I...be careful...be careful!" Lin Lang admitted his mistake, and just wanted to escape quickly.

After leaving the hospital, Lin Lang helped Tang Yushu, who was limping, take the subway back to school.

Tang Yushu confessed and apologized: "I slipped my tongue."

"It's okay." Lin Lang comforted him: "It's not all missed."

She comforted him with her mouth, but beat him up in her heart.

But after thinking about it, he still asked, "Didn't you feel pain in your feet yesterday?"

"It hurts." Tang Yushu explained: "But I usually get knocked and sprained occasionally when playing, so I don't worry about it."

He obviously felt it all but still went crazy regardless. Lin Lang couldn't help but educate him: "Then you shouldn't...use such drastic movements."

"Aren't I afraid that you'll be tired? - I'll be responsible for the hard work, just lie down!" He patted his chest proudly as he spoke.

These words were blurted out so full of anger that the old man who was sipping tea by the side of the road choked.

Lin Lang glared at him and said, "Shut up, I beg you."

Tang Yushu confessed and apologized: "I slipped my tongue."

But Lin Lang didn't comfort him anymore.

There are many people in the subway on weekends, and there are no seats.

Lin Lang looked around worriedly, but was turned back by Tang Yushu, who looked around, "No, these minor injuries are nothing—look, I can still jump around in place! Besides, it doesn't have handrails and Pole? I’m not bragging: I hang this pole with bare hands, and my feet don’t even need to touch the ground!”

"You stand still!" Lin Lang stopped Tang Yushu's ADHD.I thought to myself: If you dare to perform pull-ups for me here, I will... The threat didn't finish, the boy had already supported the railing of the subway handrail with both arms, and raised his eyebrows to himself with a grin of big white teeth ——An expression expecting to be praised.

The air was so thin that Lin Lang found it difficult to breathe.

Of course, Tang Yushu, who was extremely happy at this time, was completely unaware of Lin Lang's frequent symptoms of "heart fatigue" because of himself.

Lin Lang is no longer his "classmate" or "roommate".

He became his "boyfriend".

Is there another word?

Tang Yushu recalled that he had a good aunt—mother's younger sister—but because his age was closer to him, the two got along very well.My aunt was doing doctoral research in California. One year when she returned to China, she brought a boy back. At that time, she was full of doting eyes. She used such a word to introduce the boy to Tang Yushu-she said: "Myboy".

Myboy.my boy.

Tang Yushu secretly glanced at Lin Lang.

Myboy.

my boy.He and I took the same subway, and he wanted to go back to our school with me, and he would help me into our 601.

Thinking about it, Tang Yushu was overjoyed.

But after laughing for a while, Tang Yushu gradually put away his smile and looked at Lin Lang in a daze.

Lin Lang was holding on to the handrail of the subway with his right hand.But it seemed that his mobile phone had received some news. He felt the vibration of the mobile phone, so he used his left hand, which was originally hanging by his side, to go around to the right side of his body, and took out the mobile phone from the right pocket.After reading the message, Lin Lang seemed to want to reply to the other party, but as if typing with his left hand was inconvenient, he silently kicked the phone back into his pocket.

During the whole process, even if there was an occasional inertial force when arriving at the station, Lin Lang only relied on his right arm to tightly hold the handrail.

—— Try not to let the left hand have the opportunity to be seen.

Tang Yushu noticed this Lin Lang's unique little action a long time ago.

Tang Yushu suddenly recalled a conversation between Lin Lang and himself when the two of them fell under the water of the shower yesterday——

"Knowing that I am like this... would you still hug me?"

This question made Tang Yushu worry, so Tang Yushu exerted a little more strength on the arms that were already wrapped around Lin Lang.

"Enuresis. I've always had—someone told you rumors about me, so you should know?"

The rumors were unbearable, and Tang Yushu, who had always despised violence, even got into a fight because of it.

"I have this problem—you can push me away before it's too late."

Hug tighter.

"Do you remember the time when you were going to help me wring out the mattress. I said don't touch it. I said dirty."

"I remember." Tang Yushu was taken aback.

"I didn't think you were dirty, I was talking about myself."

Tang Yushu hated himself for not being able to speak.

Tang Yushu didn't know what Lin Lang had experienced—before meeting him, the young man's frail body had already been devastated by the wind, snow and gravel along the way.Tang Yushu couldn't bear to look at every scar.

He only grabbed Lin Lang's left wrist, and repeatedly stroked the inch of skin beyond the arteries with his thumb, and finally shed tears in a hopeless way.

He asked himself: "Why are you crying?"

Tang Yushu replied: "I'm angry that I didn't find you sooner."

Otherwise, at least I can help you share something...

On the inch of skin where the thumb rubbed, there were several scars slanting across.Tang Yushu knew that it must have been cut with a very deep wound, so the healed scar would grow into such a disturbing appearance.

Before this night, Tang Yushu had no experience of releasing lust—to be precise: it seemed that the buttons in his body that controlled lust were turned on only because of Lin Lang's appearance.

But after getting Lin Lang's permission to touch Lin Lang's body last night, all the movements seemed to be understood in an instant - to please him, to satisfy him and to compensate him, was my only purpose.

It's true that they met by chance... But what is the reason for the inexplicable sense of guilt just looking at him... Tang Yushu himself doesn't know.

Tang Yushu remembered again: before going to bed last night, the tired Lin Lang curled up in his arms.

He called himself: "Da Yu."

"Ah."

He called himself the name he used when he was a child: "Tang Yu."

"Ah."

He called himself that, but he didn't have anything to say - Tang Yushu knew that it was his way of acting like a baby because of his pride.

He and he lay together like this, he felt the breath of the person in his arms, heard him calling himself over and over again, and he responded to him over and over again.

Then he suddenly raised his head from his arms: "I never used you as a substitute for Heavy Rain—do you know that?"

Tang Yushu looked down at him in his arms, but didn't speak.

He looked at himself with his usual indifferent eyes, but Tang Yushu could see the sadness in it.He said, "Dayu is not a real person."

"..."

"That's a shadow that keeps appearing in my dreams. The psychiatrist said it was the result of my emotional transfer, and Banxian'er said it was a ghost in my body."

Tang Yushu hugged Lin Lang in his arms: "Even if there is a ghost, I stabbed it away violently just now!"

Lin Lang let out a chuckle.

Then Lin Lang chatted with himself about himself for the first time: "Speaking of... I also changed my name."

"What was your name before?"

"Lin Tingzhi—is my father's name."

"A demon girl's face looks like a flower with dew on her face, and Yushu's stream shines on her backyard." Tang Yushu read this poem, "There are our names."

He laughed again, and teased himself: "You are actually educated!"

Tang Yushu squeezed Lin Lang's waist: "Anyway, he is also a graduate student of the Film University!"

"Zhiulong came out of the royal city, and Yu Cong Linlang embraced the Xuan Gai." Lin Lang also read a poem, "There are also our names."

Tang Yushu bowed down: "Your sentence is relatively uncommon—my great writer is more educated!"

Yu Cong Linlang embraces the Xuan Gai, and Yushu streams light the backyard.

It's so good, the words written by these ancients have collected the names of us who live today...as if we are a couple destined by God.

Tang Yushu felt his heart was sweet and couldn't help laughing.

"What are you giggling about again?"

"Huh?" Tang Yushu came back to his senses.

The carriage door had already been opened, and in front of the surging crowd, Lin Lang grabbed his arm: "We've arrived."

The author says:

Slag: "Didn't I tell you not to be too violent! Why did you still 'hug Lin Lang up...' What happened?"

Tang Yushu knelt: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

Lin Lang: "Don't scold, don't scold..."