When I was forced to become a crybaby...

Seeing that it was Wen Lang, Liang Yan was stunned for a moment.

There is a natural rebellious and wild energy in the gentle temperament, and the facial features are strong and deep, especially those eyes, when staring at people indifferently, there is a strong sense of oppression that cannot be ignored.

Liang Yan opened his mouth to say hello, but it's been a long time since they met, and the last time they met they ended in a fierce quarrel, the atmosphere was very delicate.

He didn't know what to say for a while, his lips fluttered for a few moments, and finally he said dryly: "I don't need to trouble you tomorrow, I will go by myself."

"What time is it tomorrow morning?" Wen Lang not only had a cold expression, but his voice was even colder, like an ice sculpture who came to seek revenge.

"I really don't need you to go with me, I..."

"Eight o'clock." The ice sculpture cherishes words like gold.

Liang Yan wanted to refuse, but Wen Lang had already turned into the next bedroom, leaving only a corner of his clothes.

Liang Yan retreated to the room, pulled out the chair and sat at the desk, staring at the corner of the desk with empty eyes, without moving, and froze into a beautiful doll.

Since the accident at home, it has become his normal state to be in a daze.

That accident not only took his parents away, but he himself was seriously injured, with three broken ribs, and he has not yet fully recovered.

The physical injury can heal slowly, but the most troublesome thing for him is the emotional abnormality.

Now whenever he is angry or emotionally fluctuates too much, he will cry. He obviously doesn't want to cry, but the tears are out of control.

When he was hospitalized, he asked the doctor and had a comprehensive examination.

The result of the examination showed that he had no physical problems. The doctor judged that it might be due to psychological reasons. There is no effective treatment for the time being, and he can only rely on himself to slowly adjust and recover.

After sitting on the chair for a long time, he was actually quite tired, but he dared not sleep.

Now that I am sleeping, I may not be able to sleep at night, and the feeling of insomnia all night is not good.

However, Liang Yan still miscalculated.

Although he stayed awake during the day, at night, when he turned off the lights and lay on the bed, he still couldn't fall asleep.

The bedroom was depressingly quiet, with his eyes closed, it was pitch black, as if he was in stagnant water, with circles of black ripples in front of his eyes.

There were more and more ripples, denser and denser, and the shaking made him panic, as if a scorching furnace had been stuffed into his heart, making his mouth dry.

Liang Yan opened his eyes suddenly, sat up straight, his thin white knuckles were tightly clutching the corner of the quilt, the muscles on the back of his hands were stretched out with jagged lines, cold sweat began to spread from his back, and spread all over his body, his whole body was trembling slightly.

When this kind of situation happened in the hospital before, he would ask the nurse to get sedative and hypnotic medicine. After taking it, he could barely sleep for a while, so that he wouldn't suffer as much as he is now.

But because sleeping pills are risky, and he doesn't suffer from insomnia every day, the doctor didn't prescribe this kind of medicine for him when he was discharged from the hospital.

After panting for a few moments, the porcelain-white skin exposed at the neckline gently undulated with the breathing, and the convex collarbone line became more and more obvious, making people feel distressed.

He took a deep breath, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, opened the door lightly and went out, intending to get some water.

Walking out of the bedroom, a large halo fell on the corridor in front of him. The door of Wen Lang's room was not closed, and the light was still on.

Liang Yan stared at the light falling in front of him, and was stunned for a moment, then walked lightly, not wanting to disturb Wen Lang.

As soon as he took two steps, the light and shadow in the corridor suddenly dimmed, and a long shadow was cast in the halo. Wen Lang appeared at the door, and the two inevitably bumped into each other, their eyes met.

Their eyes met again, but this time Wen Lang didn't look away.

In this case, if you leave without saying something, it will only be more embarrassing.

Liang Yan avoided Wen Lang's cold gaze, pointed to the downstairs, and lowered his voice so as not to disturb Qin Bei: "I... go downstairs to get some water."

Wen Lang took back his steps, and looked away from him without a trace: "Bring a bottle of Coke, thank you." After speaking, he turned and went back.

There was no longer Wen Lang at the door, so Liang Yancai belatedly said hello.

He went downstairs to open the refrigerator, first took the coke Wen Lang wanted, then poured himself a glass of water, returned to the second floor, and stood at the door.

In the room, Wen Lang was wearing earphones, focused on the computer, holding the mouse in one hand, and caressing the keyboard with the other hand, showing his long knuckles moving quickly, with a focused expression, Liang Yan stood at the door and he didn't notice .

After waiting for about a minute, Liang Yan tapped on the door lightly with his fingers: "Here is your Coke."

Wen Lang didn't move and didn't look back, he was still staring at the screen: "We're fighting."

Liang Yan: "Then I'll come in."

"Ah."

Although Liang Yan often came to live in Wen Lang's house when he was a child, he rarely entered his bedroom.

It's true that the two grew up together, but Liang Yan felt that their relationship was not good.

Wen Lang was domineering, impatient and bad-tempered when he was a child. Liang Yan didn't like him and always avoided him on purpose.

When he grew up, Wen Lang was not only domineering, but also relying on being one year older than him, he always treated him like a child and liked to meddle in things. Liang Yan became even more disliked by him.

The two broke up completely on the day Wen Lang graduated from high school and left school.

Wen Lang ran into Liang Yan and his classmate Du Chengyu together. To Liang Yan, this classmate was a little different. They both had a vague affection for each other, but neither of them broke it.

It was also a coincidence that day, Liang Yan and Du Chengyu were standing in the school pavilion, watching the senior three students leave school with great emotion, Du Chengyu asked him which university he would study in the future on a whim.

Liang Yan said that his goal is the University of Economics and Economics, and Du Chengyu immediately said that he would work hard to get into the same university as him, and would be with him forever.

The two people who already had a crush on each other talked about that they would not be separated in the future. For a while, the deer bumped into each other, attracted each other and gently hooked their little fingers.Wen Lang happened to see this scene.

When Wen Lang rushed over and shook his fist at Du Chengyu, his expression seemed to be eating people, Liang Yan was so frightened that he protected Du Chengyu behind his back: "Wen Lang, why are you so crazy!"

Wen Lang stared at Du Chengyu who was behind him. If his eyes were eye-catching, then Du Chengyu would have been torn to pieces by him: "He fucked you! He took advantage of you!"

Liang Yan always felt that Wen Lang was meddling in his business, especially today, and his attitude was unrelenting: "I took the initiative to hold his hand."

Wen Lang's angry face was blank for a moment, and he stared at Liang Yan for a long time before he squeezed out a few words from his lips: "Do you like boys? Like him?"

Liang Yan nodded without hesitation: "Yes, I like him."

Hearing Liang Yan's answer, Wen Lang immediately performed a face-changing Sichuan opera in front of Liang Yan, and various expressions appeared on his face one by one.

The three confronted each other for a long time, Wen Lang finally let go of his clenched fist, frowned and glared at Liang Yan: "Don't contact me in the future, I don't want to see you again."

A whole year had passed since the incident, and Liang Yan hadn't figured out why Wen Lang was so angry that day. He insisted on finding a reason, but Liang Yan thought it might be because Wen Lang hated his homosexuality.

Liang Yan once saw Wen Lang fighting with the boy who pursued him.

But he was only gay, and he didn't pester him endlessly like that boy, so why was he crazy about himself.

Although a long time has passed, Liang Yan is still very angry when he thinks about that day. He regrets that he didn't shake the Coke a few hundred times downstairs before bringing it up, or maybe add some soy sauce.

Put the Coke on the computer desk, and said coldly: "Here you are."

"Yeah." Wen Lang raised his head and glanced at him, then his gaze fell back to the screen.

After two seconds, he suddenly raised his head and stared at him with an unbelievable expression on his face.

Liang Yan was confused by him: "??? Didn't shake." It was just thinking about it. Could it be that he was still guessing?

Wen Lang frowned and looked at him for a while, with complicated eyes and an awkward tone: "Are you... crying?"

cry?

Liang Yan was stunned for a moment, and then realized that he was really angry just remembering the quarrel with him a year ago.

Hastily wiped the corners of his eyes, slightly damp, but luckily no tears.

No matter what the reason is, a boy will cry when he is angry or excited. This sounds embarrassing. He doesn't want others to know, let alone Wen Lang. He firmly denies it: "I didn't cry."

Wen Lang stared at the end of his reddened eyes, not quite believing it: "Your eyes are very red."

"I just yawned. I'm going back." Liang Yan hurriedly turned around and walked out of Wen Lang's room in three steps at a time.

Going back to my bedroom, I hurriedly closed the door, leaned against the door panel and let out a long sigh of relief, telling myself silently in my heart that I must control my emotions in the future, and never get excited or angry.

After doing some mental construction, he drank a few sips of water and lay back on the bed.

But he still couldn't fall asleep, and couldn't help thinking about his childhood.

Wen Lang always snatches his things, things to play, food, things to use, everything, and he doesn't really want it, just to show off in front of him: "Want to take it back? Call me brother, I'll give it to you."

"Brother, I'll give you all of these, and I'll give you all of mine!"

Wen Lang said a lot of things like this when he was a child, and Liang Yan couldn't understand why he was so obsessed with being his elder brother.

Even when the two of them were in high school, Wen Lang would say to others: "I am his elder brother." Or "He is my younger brother."

Liang Yan felt bored to death.

Maybe it's because of rebellion, the more persistent Wen Lang is, Liang Yan just goes against him, and the two of them have choked countless times because of this shit since they were young.

So much so that later, it evolved into a tacit signal, which was the prelude to a quarrel.As long as Wen Lang raises an issue, Liang Yan's side will become angry, and then the two will quarrel logically.

They are stubborn and childish...

Liang Yan curled up sideways on the bed, recalling what happened when he was a child, looking at the light coming through the gap in the curtains.

The night outside the window slowly turned from pitch black to dark blue, and then gradually turned to blue and white. The long night finally passed.

Tuk Tuk, someone knocked on the door.

Liang Yan turned on his phone to check the time. It was just after seven o'clock when Qin Bei's voice came from outside the door: "Xiao Yan, are you awake?"

Liang Yan got out of bed and opened the door, Qin Bei was already fully dressed: "I'm going to the airport to pick up my product instructor later, breakfast is ready downstairs, you remember to eat it later..." She was halfway through, the next bedroom The door opened.

Wen Lang walked out as if no one was there, and went downstairs directly.

Qin Bei turned her attention to him, and did not forget to tell him: "Xiao Lang, slow down when you drive in a while!"

"Yeah." Wen Lang had already reached the stairs.

Qin Bei patted Liang Yan's shoulder: "I'm in a hurry, so I'm leaving first. If you need anything, call me, or tell Xiao Lang to ask him to help you." Qin Bei hurriedly left the house.

When Liang Yan went downstairs, Wen Lang had already finished his breakfast. Before he could sit down, Wen Lang pushed aside the chair and went upstairs. The two of them had no communication during the whole process, and they were invisible to each other.

Liang Yan finished his breakfast in silence, and when he returned to his room, he met Wen Lang again.

He changed into overalls, a black T-shirt with overalls, slender straight legs and short boots. He was cool and sassy, ​​and his waist ratio was out of the sky.

Today his hair is not untied like yesterday, but tied in a small knot at the back of his head, with a few locks of hair on his forehead, his handsomeness is mixed with unruly and wild energy.

"Waiting for you at the door." He had a cold attitude again, and left after speaking, as if saying a word with Liang Yanduo would burn his mouth.

Liang Yan changed his clothes and walked to the door. He saw Wen Lang wearing a helmet, with his long legs on the ground, straddling a super cool motorcycle.

Liang Yan was stunned, and walked to his side: "I'll take the car by myself, you..."

Before he finished speaking, a helmet was stuffed into his arms: "Put it on, come up."

Wearing a helmet, Wen Lang couldn't see his expression, but he could tell from his voice that he didn't have much patience.

Liang Yan hesitated for a while holding the helmet, but did not move.

Wen Lang said again: "If I don't take you there, my mother will nag me again, which is very annoying."

Liang Yan didn't want to cause trouble to anyone, especially Wen Lang. He quickly put on his helmet and looked at the back seat of the motorcycle. He raised his legs and sat on the back seat: "Okay."

"Move forward." Wen Lang didn't move.

Liang Yan lowered his head to measure the distance between him and Wen Lang, knowing that Wen Lang hated him, he didn't dare to get too close.

He only moved forward a little bit, the motorcycle was unsupported, his hands were hanging by his sides, and he didn't know where to put them.

"hand."

"Hands?" Liang Yan looked at his hands, and reacted belatedly, afraid that Wen Lang would resent his touch, so he only dared to grab the side of his T-shirt: "I'm ready to sit."

Wen Lang turned his head sideways, his eyes fell on Liang Yan's curled knuckles, he did not speak with the corners of his lips tensed, and let out a snort from his nostrils.

The engine roared, the car jumped out, and the strong recoil pushed Liang Yan back suddenly.

Liang Yan's face turned pale, and when he realized it, the car had jumped a few meters away, and his body's instinctive reaction was much faster than his brain, and his hands were tightly wrapped around Wen Lang's waist.

Liang Yan: "..."

Although Wen Lang is tall and slender, he is not slender. In summer, the T-shirt is only a thin layer. Liang Yan panicked just now, and hugged him a little harder. The skin on the inside of his wrist rubbed against the material, and he could clearly feel the tightness of the hem. Solid and toned abs.

Two people who grew up together, actually don’t feel too obvious about each other’s growth. When suddenly, at a certain moment, they find that there is something different about him than in their own impressions, they will be shocked in their hearts, and he has become different. , without knowing it, secretly changed.

This feeling was a bit strange and complicated, and Liang Yan couldn't tell what it was like for a while.

He slowly adapted to the speed of the motorcycle, his heartbeat stabilized, and he secretly loosened the hand on Wen Lang's waist, trying to take it back slowly while someone was not paying attention.

But he didn't succeed, the car speeded up again, and he hugged it back, even tighter than before...

Liang Yan was riding a motorcycle for the first time, so he had no way of evaluating Wen Lang's riding skills, he just felt scared.

Especially after leaving the urban area, he reckoned that flying would be at the current speed.

Every time he turned a corner, Liang Yan's heart would come out of his mouth when the motorcycle rubbed against the ground, hanging outside and beating wildly.

When his heart was about to fail, the cemetery finally arrived.

The Lan'an Cemetery is built on the mountainside, and there is a small two-story building at the foot of the mountain, where there are office workers and some flowers and offerings are sold inside.

Liang Yan held a bunch of white chrysanthemums and walked out of the office building. Wen Lang followed behind him without making a sound.

When he reached the intersection up the mountain, Liang Yan stopped and said, "You wait for me here." He wanted to go there alone and talk to his parents.

Wen Lang nodded, walked back to the car and waited for him.

Holding the white chrysanthemum in his hands, Liang Yan walked up the mountain alone.

Unknowingly, more than an hour later, Liang Yan came down from the mountain and walked up to Wen Lang. When he spoke, his voice was so hoarse that he almost lost his voice, leaving only a hoarse voice: "Let's go."

Wen Lang raised his head, his eyes flickered.

The tip of Liang Yan's nose was red, and the rims of his eyes were still stained with wet tears. His eyelashes were thick and long, and the tear stains were especially obvious when his eyes were soaked by tears.His brows are clean and clear, and when tears are streaming down his face, he looks particularly innocent and pitiful. Anyone who is looked at by him like this will feel soft-hearted and want to comfort him involuntarily.

Wen Lang frowned and handed him the helmet, with complicated emotions in his eyes.

Liang Yan was surprisingly obedient this time. He took the helmet with his head down, and was about to put it on when a slender hand suddenly appeared in front of him, wiping away the tears that were about to fall from the corner of his eyes. Particularly blunt: "You...don't cry."

Human sadness is strange, like a plastic bag filled with water and pierced by a sharp object.

A few tears will flow when the piercing is done, but if the pierced object is still there, the tears will not keep flowing even though it hurts.

But once someone comes to comfort you, he doesn't want you to continue to hurt, and if you take that sharp object away, the tears will burst and can't be held anymore...

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