When I was forced to become a crybaby...

A black car drove out of Beicheng Central Hospital and merged into the traffic flow.

Liang Yan stayed in the hospital for a whole summer vacation. He was recovering from his injuries and was finally able to be discharged from the hospital.

He sat in the back of the car, looking out the window at the street scene, the car stopped and went.

The bright sunlight outside the window was mostly blocked by the film on the glass of the car, and a hazy halo penetrated in, just falling on Liang Yan's face, making his expression even colder.

There was an unconcealable paleness between his brows, and the light lip line was stretched straight. He leaned silently on the seat, not moving without making a sound, and his breathing was shallow, like a beautiful person in an exhibition hall. Occasionally, it is exquisite and expensive, but it also reveals a sense of distance that is fragile and unmovable.

In fact, the indifference was just a faux pas. The moment he got into the car, memories had already turned up in his mind, and the time was pulled back to that night two months ago.

The family drove back to Beicheng overnight. In the early morning, Liang Yan couldn't bear the sleepiness and fell asleep leaning against the back seat. His mother's scream woke him up. The violent impact was so sudden that his father didn't have time to say a word. explain……

The fragmented images in the memories turned into an invisible but exceptionally powerful hand, tightly strangling his throat, bringing a sense of suffocation that had nowhere to vent.

Thin and dense sweat spread all over his body. The air-conditioning in the car was obviously fully turned on, but the broken hair on his forehead was still wet with cold sweat.

He was like a cotton ball thrown into icy water, the cold invaded his whole body, soaking his hair, his chest was swollen and painful, his throat was slowly tightened by the oppressive feeling, he struggled desperately to get rid of it, But to no avail.

People can't be resurrected after death, and their parents are gone after all.

Qin Bei, who was sitting in the co-pilot, turned around, was startled by his pale face, and called him nervously: "Xiao Yan, what's wrong with you? What's wrong?"

Liang Yan's thoughts were interrupted, his pupils trembled slightly, and his Adam's apple swallowed and slipped a few times before he managed to speak out: "Aunt Qin, I'm fine."

His voice was weak and hoarse. Qin Bei looked at him for a long time and was still uneasy, and sighed inaudibly: "Xiao Yan, your complexion...is your body not recovering? Actually, you don't need to be in such a hurry to leave the hospital. You can wait a little longer, I'll ask for leave for you."

Liang Yan lowered his eyelashes, and the slender eyelashes covered the mixed emotions in his eyes.

His family's company went bankrupt, and he owed a lot of money. He sold everything he could, but it was far from enough to pay off the debt. His parents ran around asking for money, and a car accident happened on the way.

His parents have left, but the debts are still there. He can't let Wen's family and those elders who help their parents lose their money. He must find a job as soon as possible: "My health has recovered, and I can go to school without any problem."

Liang Yan was silent for a while, and pursed his slightly dry lips: "Aunt Qin, actually, I don't want to live at your house." You have to read books, you have to pay back the money, and you live in Wen's house. Liang Yan works part-time. Not too disturbing, besides... there is Wen Lang.

After hearing his words, Qin Bei's pitiful expression suddenly became serious, and her tone became tough unconsciously: "No! From now on, my home will be your home. Where else can you go if you don't go home?" She has an impatient personality, and she is usually gentle and gentle I got used to yelling, and temporarily confiscated my emotions.

Wen Guangchen, who was driving, turned his head to look at his wife, and gave her a wink.

Qin Bei choked up for a moment, realized that her tone was a little heavy, and softened her tone: "From now on, Yanyan, we will be a family. Now you just need to take good care of your health and concentrate on studying."

Wen Guangchen looked at him through the rearview mirror: "Yanyan, your father and I have a life-long friendship, and you will be my son from now on. When uncle returns the bill in hand, uncle will help you pay back..."

"Uncle Wen, thank you! But I will pay back the money I owe myself." Liang Yan's voice was low but firm, with his usual stubbornness.

From the accident at home until now, the couple has been busy taking care of things. Without them, Liang Yan is not even sure if he can survive.

But they had already helped him so much, Liang Yan didn't want to ask for it endlessly, besides, the money was a debt owed by his parents, and paying it off with his own money was the real debt repayment.

Encountering a red light, Wen Guangchen turned his head and stared at him deeply for a long while, as if he wanted to say something, but swallowed it again.

The couple watched Liang Yanchang grow up and knew him too well. The child looked obedient and obedient, but he had a very stubborn temper and a character that would rather bend than bend.

Knowing that one or two words couldn't persuade him, Wen Guangchen could only discuss slowly, and sighed: "Other things can be discussed, but you don't even think about moving out by yourself. After going to school in a few days, you live here. It’s inconvenient, you can move to live with Xiao Lang, he bought a house near your school.”

The parents passed away and left huge debts. The couple was really worried about letting a child wander outside alone.

Liang Yan lowered his eyelashes even lower, trying to hide the floating emotions in his eyes.

Live with Wen Lang?That person won't agree even if he says Po Tian goes, Liang Yan knows how much he hates himself now.

The car drove through the streets and alleys, and drove into the community. Wen's house was in the villa area inside, next door to Liang Yan's house.

But now that house is no longer Liang Yan's home. His parents had sold the house a few months ago in order to pay off the debt.

After getting off the car, Liang Yan kept his head down and didn't even look at the house.

He has lived in that house with his parents for 18 years, and there are shadows of the past everywhere, and tears can't be held back at a glance.

Qin Bei saw that he was deliberately avoiding the old house, and took his arm and pulled him into her house: "Your Uncle Wen stops the car, we go in first."

The door lock was unlocked, and when she saw the shoes in the entrance, Qin Bei was taken aback for a moment: "Xiao Lang is back? Didn't the phone call yesterday say that he won't be going home this weekend?"

He casually took a pair of slippers and handed them to Liang Yan: "Xiao Yan, wear these."

Liang Yan has not been in Wen's house for a year, and the furniture and furnishings in the house are still the same, but the two pots of green radishes placed on the stairs have changed too much. They were green and lush before, but now they are bald. There are sticks left.

In recent years, Qin Bei and Wen Guangchen have been very busy, they are not at home often, and have no time to take care of themselves.

Liang Yan put on his slippers, walked to the sofa, was about to sit down, but was stunned.

Wen Lang lay carelessly on the sofa, one of his two overly long legs was swinging on the side of the sofa, and the other was leaning on the back of the sofa.

The person seems to be asleep, the pillow is half pressed on the head, covering the eyes, only revealing the straight nose bridge and thin lips.

Liang Yan's gaze sized him up for a moment, and finally stopped on his earlobe.

There is a dark blue earring nailed there. Although it is very small, it does not prevent it from being flamboyant.

The light from the window just hit it, and the earrings folded out a small spot of bright light, casting it on the gentle and three-dimensional jawline, which was very eye-catching.

Wen Lang is one year older than Liang Yan, and graduated from high school one year earlier than him.

On the day Wen Lang graduated, they had a quarrel and almost started a fight. Since then, the relationship between the two has dropped to a freezing point. For a whole year, the two deliberately avoided each other and never saw each other again.

Wen Lang, with dyed hair, earrings, and the smell of alcohol, seemed a little strange to Liang Yan. He was indeed wild in high school, but he hadn't reached the level he is now. He has changed a lot this year in college. .

After changing her shoes, Qin Bei walked over and saw that he was still standing: "Xiao Yan, why are you standing there, why don't you..."

Qin Bei hadn't finished speaking when she glanced at Wen Lang sleeping on the sofa from the corner of her eye. She immediately became angry, grabbed the pillow covering his head and threw it back: "Wen Lang! Look at what you look like!"

Wen Lang was a little dazed by the blow, bounced up from the sofa, opened his eyes and looked at Liang Yanshi, his eyes were blank, as if he didn't know him.

He stared at Liang Yan in a daze for a long time before he came back to his senses. Then his eyes dropped to freezing point, and then turned to other places in an instant, unwilling to stay for a second.

Liang Yan also looked away, curling the hands hanging by his sides and slowly tightening them.

Liang Yan knew that Wen Lang's look just now said everything. Although a year had passed, his dislike for him hadn't diminished at all, and he didn't even want to take another look.

Wen Lang brushed back the broken hair on his forehead, leaned back on the sofa loosely, pressed his temples hard with one hand, his eyebrows were twisted into Sichuan characters, and his whole body exuded an irritable atmosphere.

Qin Bei sniffed beside him for a while: "How much wine have you drunk? It smells so much."

Wen Lang didn't raise his head, didn't open his eyes, and responded in a neutral voice: "One night."

Liang Yan watched and listened silently, without making a sound.

Wen Lang's answer annoyed Qin Bei, and once again grabbed the pillow and threw it at it, but this time Wen Lang caught it with his open hand.

Qin Bei was so angry that her eyes spit fire: "Go out to fool around again, you still have the nerve to say it! Go back to your room and sleep, when your father comes in and sees you like this, he will be angry and scold you again!"

"Didn't you ask?" Wen Lang casually threw the pillow aside and stood up on his knees.

I don't know if it was because he got up violently, or because he was drunk, he staggered, Liang Yan was afraid that he would fall, so he reached out and grabbed his arm nearby.

Liang Yan's good intentions touched someone's back, and he simply threw his arm away, not letting Liang Yan touch it. After standing still, he brushed his side and walked away. Without even lifting his eyelids, he walked slowly up the steps. .

Wen Lang walked halfway, just as Wen Guangchen entered the door, he immediately saw a person shuffling on the steps.His face was as black as ink, he couldn't get angry, and shouted flatly: "You walk well, don't you have bones!"

Wen Lang stopped walking, swept him condescendingly, snorted, what should I do, what should I do, and moved upstairs step by step.

Wen Guangchen was very angry with him, and yelled at his back: "Go and dye my hair back tomorrow! You still don't look like a student."

Wen Lang turned a deaf ear to his words and disappeared at the end of the stairs.

Wen Guangchen sighed, and turned to look at Liang Yan: "Look at Yanyan, and then look at him, it's getting worse and worse!"

The couple sighed at each other, and Qin Bei also panicked: "It's not easy to worry about since childhood. If he can catch up with half of Yanyan, I'll go burn incense right away."

After Qin Bei complained, she looked at Liang Yan, feeling that his face was not looking well, and worried that he was not recovering, so she patted his arm: "Xiao Yan, are you tired, Auntie will take you to the bedroom to rest."

His bedroom is also on the second floor, next door to Wen Lang.

When passing by Wen Lang's bedroom, he found that the door was not closed.

Wen Lang wasn't sleeping either, but leaned back on the chair with his eyes closed, his profile was perfectly proportioned, his nose was straight, his lips were full, and the line connecting his jaw to his throat was smooth and sexy.

Maybe because of the sound of footsteps, Wen Lang opened his eyes and looked towards the door, Liang Yan couldn't close his gaze in time, and just happened to bump into it.

Looking at each other for a moment, Liang Yan stopped, wondering if he should nod or say hello to him.

Having been competing with each other, Qin Bei and Wen Guangchen will find out about their quarrel sooner or later, and they have to worry about it. He just wants to avoid causing any trouble to the couple as much as possible.

When he was uncertain, Wen Lang looked away indifferently, and continued to close his eyes and lean on the chair.

"..." Liang Yan pursed his lower lip, pretending nothing happened, and quickly followed Qin Bei into the next bedroom.

He is no stranger to this bedroom. When his parents were away on business trips, he would stay here for a few days when he was in elementary school and junior high school.

The same goes for Wen Lang. When Wen Guangchen and Qin Bei went out, he dragged his schoolbag to Liang Yan's house to eat and live. When Liang Yan's house was not sold, there was also a bedroom like this, which was reserved for Wen Lang.

The room was cleaned very clean, and the desks and computers were well prepared.

There are several cardboard boxes sealed with tape beside the desk: "Xiao Yan, these are the things that Uncle Wen and I went to your house to pack up. These boxes belong to you. I put the things of Lao Liang and Meizi in the storage room Well, after a while, you'll feel better, go see it again."

Liang Yanyan touched the cardboard box, hesitated before speaking: "Aunt Qin, I want to go to my parents' cemetery to worship later."

On the day of his parents' burial, he hadn't been discharged from the hospital. He watched his parents encoffin in a wheelchair, and he didn't have time to worship them properly.

Qin Bei patted him on the shoulder and persuaded him, "It's already afternoon, so it's not easy to go to worship. I'll go with you tomorrow morning."

"I'll just go by myself. Tomorrow is the weekend, and your store will be very busy." Liang Yan didn't want to cause any more trouble.

Qin Bei runs a beauty salon, and it's true that she can't get away on weekends. Wen Guangchen has to go on a business trip for a few days, and he doesn't have time for tonight's flight.

"Then... I'll let Xiao Lang go with you tomorrow, he has time on weekends."

"No need!" Wen Lang's cold and impatient eyes flashed before Liang Yan's eyes, and he blurted out: "Don't bother him, I can go by myself."

"What's the trouble! He's fine on weekends. The cemetery is a bit out of the way. It's not easy to take a taxi. It's more convenient for him to drive you there."

Before Liang Yan could push back, Qin Bei had already walked to the door: "I'll go and tell him now, let him take you there tomorrow morning, you just got out of the hospital, you're weak, go to sleep, I'll call you at dinner .”

Soon, voices of conversation came from the next door, but with the door closed, Liang Yan couldn't quite hear what he said.

He stood a little cautiously in the bedroom, staring at the cardboard box beside the desk in a daze.

He didn't plan to live here permanently, so he didn't start to unpack the box.

After paying homage to my parents tomorrow, I will go back to school. School has started for more than a month, so I can't delay it for too long.

Liang Yan was in a daze when there was a knock on the door. He thought it was Qin Bei who had left and returned, so he walked over and opened the door.

Wen Lang stood at the door, still smelling of alcohol on his body, lazily lowering his eyes, staring at him expressionlessly...

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