Han Guang

Like a small animal that knows danger, the vigilance and fear suddenly fell into Wu Shixun's eyes, as if a silent announcement, frank and sad.

Luhan was speechless, at that moment his mind went blank, and the moment he came back to his senses, Wu Yifan's peaceful sleeping face flashed in front of his eyes, but Sehun's exaggerated laughter sounded in his ears: "Brother Lu, you The expression on her face is so funny... like being struck by lightning, hahahaha..."

"Haha, is that so?" It was the first time his jaw couldn't drop, even Luhan knew how forced this smile was.

The atmosphere between the two of them was like jelly slowly solidifying, anxious and awkward, like sitting on pins and needles.Wu Shixun quickly finished his milk tea and said goodbye, leaving Luhan sitting alone beside the pure-colored piano, there was something in his eyes, when he was ignorant, it was gone forever.

Lu Han's voice is very clean, with a juvenile voice, but very magnetic. These things are surprisingly harmoniously mixed together. Listening to his voice is like feeding macarons to the ears, warm and sweet.

"Very good, leave the rest to us." Mustache took off the earphones with satisfaction, and Lu Han pushed open the door of the recording studio, with a relieved expression on his face, "Then I'll leave it to you."

"Be courteous and courteous, give Mr. Wu a good time, there will be many opportunities for cooperation in the future."

Lu Han's face was stiff, but he still smiled, "Okay."

When we got home, Wu Yifan was cleaning. A tall man stood barefoot in front of the washing machine, staring at the drum seriously. Luhan somehow reminded Luhan of the big golden retriever just downstairs , also sat quietly in the porch waiting for the master to come out and open the door for him.

This metaphor made Lu Han bow his head and smile slightly, and the unhappiness he felt in the recording studio just now also faded away.

After changing his clothes and coming out, Wu Yifan had already taken out the sheets, so Lu Han ran over to help him dry them.

In fact, drying the quilt is something that requires two people the most. One person grabs one side, shakes it up and down, and then hangs it together. It requires not only strength, but also tacit understanding.

Luhan's stature is not as tall as Wu Yifan's, so when everyone was under the sheets, Wu Yifan gave up the initiative and let Luhan grab the sheets and shake while he followed his pace.The two completed the task in threes and fives, and the agile rhythm made Luhan's mood brighten.

After making dinner briefly, while washing the dishes, Wu Yifan came over and stood beside Luhan, took Luhan's washed things and put them on the shelf, and asked, "Did today's recording go well?"

In a word, it immediately spoiled the mood.

Lu Han paused for a moment, and finally finished washing the dishes in silence, and turned off the tap.The kitchen without the sound of water was unusually quiet. Wu Yifan tore off the tissue paper and handed it to Lu Han to wipe his hands, but seeing that he didn't answer it, he couldn't help asking with his eyes, and Lu Han said: "Did you give me this job because you found a relationship?" of?"

Wu Yifan was expressionless, or rather, he didn't know how to react.

Lu Han's tone was very unhappy, with a bit of grievance, and the awkward feeling made him hate it, but keeping this matter in his heart would only make him more sad.

"That was the opportunity the company fought for you."

Wu Yifan simply wiped the few drops of water on his hands with the paper towel, and accurately threw the waste paper into the trash can while walking, and walked out of the kitchen in one go.

Lu Han looked at his back as he walked away quickly, and moved his eyes to the paper towel that hadn't been used much, the white ball stretched quietly, almost no wet traces could be seen on the dry paper.There is a saying that everyone is a blank sheet of paper, and at this moment, Lu Han, whose hands are wet, unexpectedly and vividly feels that his past, which was once clean and dry, has been covered by this world, this circle, and... sleeping every night The person beside him was soaked, even if one day he could expose himself to the sun, he would not be able to return to the past that was bright and straight, and would only rot in the cold and wet, or become shriveled and rough. Reusable cardboard.

7. Stand by my side first and then talk

Wu Yifan was sitting in the old private room, this time there were only Zhang Yixing and Baozi, their former Gang of Four had completely disbanded because of Xiao Zhuo's death.

This is their secret base.In the beginning, Wu Yifan discovered that the Cantonese-style snacks here are very authentic, so he brought them here for supper from time to time.At that time, when they just started to develop, they opened their mouths like a bottomless pit, and they couldn't fill them up with how much they ate.Xiaozhuo was fattened by Wu Yifan at this table, and Baozi worked hard to lose weight later on, just to get rid of the fat he ate here. The most unaffected people are probably Wu Yifan who plays basketball and Zhang Yixing who loves dancing ——The two most powerful male gods on campus at that time.

After so many years, this private room is not the same as when they first came here, only the mahogany table is still there, the matching mahogany coffee table has been replaced by a more modern fabric sofa, and the floating table has been changed into floor-to-ceiling windows. Large rear-projection color TVs became thin plasma TVs.

Everything seems to be getting better, and the marks of the past have become signs, only a small part remains.

The three of them had a gluttonous meal, satiated with wine and food, and began to taste wine and chat.

Baozi looked at Wu Yifan who was leaning on the sofa lazily shaking his glass of wine, recalling the boy with big crystal eyes last time, he couldn't help being curious.

Wu Yifan remained expressionless, tasting the wine quietly, looking out the window at night, lazily listening to Zhang Yixing and Baozi's casual chat.

"By the way, is the cousin you brought here last time really your relative?"

Zhang Yixing did not change the essence of gossip, stared at Baozi who was blushing with his eyes as if he had insight into the world, and smiled wickedly.

"Actually, if you want to talk about relatives... let's count!"

"But you two obviously don't have that kind of relationship, right?" Zhang Yixing said meanly, not giving him a chance.

"Hey, you're right." Baozi smiled shyly and sweetly. It was obvious that the person mentioned in the words held a lot of weight in his heart.

"Oh, what's the matter, am I the only straight guy among us?" Zhang Yixing covered his eyes with a wine glass, acting like I really can't stand you, causing Wu Yifan to turn around with complicated eyes Glancing at him carefully, he said gloomily, "It doesn't matter whether we are straight or not, the important thing is that we are not alone."

One sentence hit someone Zhang's heart, congratulations to the only single person who got shot in the knee.

"Hmph, you still have the face to say you're in love!" Zhang Yixing took a sip of wine angrily, Baozi held the glass, the smile on his face faded, his eyes were worried, and he said to Wu Yifan: "You and that deer What the hell is going on? Don’t you feel awkward for taking over so quickly?”

"Otherwise? Do you think I should take him to play on the court, set off fireworks by the river, and then confess my love to him under the night sky full of fireworks?"

These words made the two friends turn pale.

Once for a confession, Wu Yifan pulled them into formation, and the last fireworks rain finally made him confess successfully. The romance is all about the protagonists, and the two supporting roles in Wu Yifan's love story are exhausted.

This past records the romance of the past, but now it can only become an unhealed wound. Once touched, the string in everyone's heart will still be plucked, but unfortunately, the notes are no longer beautiful.

"I said Wu Yifan, is it really necessary for you to do this?" Zhang Yixing gritted his teeth and added the accent on the word "necessary". , just saw a little smile on the corner of Wu Yifan's mouth, but his eyes were a little loose.

"Did you like plush toys when you were young? The kind of furry little things that feel warm in your arms, as if you have the whole world. Luhan is that kind of existence to me. I want him by my side. I am cold. Even just looking at him makes me feel warmer."

Wu Yifan said it lightly, but the two little friends felt sad when they heard it. After all, it was really not his fault that Wu Yifan became like this now. It's hard to say.

Who is willing to face the familiar eyebrows and eyes every day, and let the painful memories be revisited again and again; Who walks hopelessly in the past, forgetting the fact that he has grown up; who hugs a strange body helplessly, just to keep himself warm...

Wu Yifan, if you can, we all hope you can...

But if you can't do it, it doesn't matter, we will always stand by your side, waiting for the day when you recover!

Lu Han washes up early, lies down on the bed but cannot fall asleep.Shixun's deep smile kept flashing in front of his eyes, the seemingly random question, but because of Wu Yifan's sudden appearance made him confused.

Sharing the same bed every day, as innocent as two roommates sharing a room.Wu Yifan never overstepped the rules. At the beginning, Lu Han reflected on his dirty thoughts, seeing the way the other party curled up next to him but fell asleep peacefully, that period of the past that was very vague to him, that dead boy , like the shackles worn on Wu Yifan's body, invisible but heavy, oppressing him, making him unhappy day and night, even looking for a substitute like himself, a counterfeit, just to give himself a little comfort.

Lu Han also wondered at the beginning, if Wu Yifan is willing to spend so much effort to keep him by his side, but doesn't touch a single finger, is it because he looks like his former lover?

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