The whole world thinks I still love him [Rebirth]

"You made me lose all my clothes, so I just wandered around the street in the middle of the night like this?" Cong Lie looked at him in disbelief.

"Aren't you just in the car? Just ask Liang Chao to take you home." Yunji couldn't understand why he followed him out of the car.

"But they've already left." Cong Lie walked past Yunji and entered the unit door on his own.

It had just rained and it was cold outside.

Yunji didn't have the strength to go back and forth with Cong Lie over this trivial matter, so he just stood silently beside him and waited for the elevator.

The elevator door opened, and the two walked in together.

The melody of "Fur Elise" is flowing from the small speaker on the side of the elevator, filling the entire small space.

Cong Lie subconsciously glanced at Yunji from the reflection of the elevator door.

I saw him leaning against the car body with his eyes closed, illuminated by the light in the elevator, the shadows under his eyes became more obvious.

But he also looked just plain tired and haggard, showing no signs of being touched by the piano piece.

"Ding." The sound of the elevator door opening startled Cong Lie.

He coughed lightly and followed Yunji out of the elevator.

"Come in." Yunji's voice was hoarse, "The disposable slippers at the door are all new."

Cong Lie stood there silently for a long time, looked up at him, "Where are my slippers?"

He couldn't remember what kind of slippers it was.

But he still remembered that when Yunji invited him over for the first time, he told him that there was a pair of couple slippers specially made for him.

And Yunji's feet are now a pair of brand-new lambskin slippers, which at first glance are no different from the white disposable cotton slippers as lovers' shoes.

"Two days ago, the property management came to collect old clothes and donated them." Yun Ji walked towards the bedroom, "If you need to take a shower, new towels are in the cabinet."

He finished speaking without looking back, and he didn't seem to care about Cong Lie at all.

Cong Lie just frowned, but smelled the faint smell of Chinese medicine in the air.

There is a bit of herbaceous fragrance in the bitterness, and it is unexpectedly calming to be steamed by the warmth in the room.

"Did the doctor prescribe you traditional Chinese medicine?" Cong Lie followed to the door of the bedroom, watching Yunji change his pajamas.

"No." Yunji bent down and took off his trousers, "Yun Shu got it."

That day in the hospital, he thought he had fooled Yun Shu.

As a result, before Yunshu came back from the music festival that night, he had already found out which hospital he lived in and what tests he had.

Then dragged him to see an old Chinese doctor, brought back more than a dozen catties of Chinese medicine, and asked him to decoct it after meals every day.

He couldn't beat Yun Shu at all.

Yun Shu's original words were "If you don't feel better at the next follow-up visit, I'll immediately move out of school to watch you. Anyway, I'll get full grades even if I don't take those classes."

Yunji knew that he could do such a thing if he was outrageous.

"Chinese medicine?" Cong Lie said with obvious doubts, "Can Chinese medicine cure diseases? Why do you still feel so uncomfortable after drinking the medicine?"

Yunji didn't even look at him.

"Will you take a shower? If you don't want to wash, I'll lend you some clothes, so you can go home early." He unbuttoned his shirt one by one, and his narrow and pale waist slipped out from the hem from time to time.

The light of the living room fell on the dim bedroom, drawing a thin silhouette behind him, casting a kind of patchwork tenderness.

Cong Lie looked at the swaying shadow, and forgot to say "I can't get in your clothes" and turned around and walked towards the bathroom.

The shower gel is the bovine frankincense that Yunji is used to.

In the past, Cong Lie never understood why a big man would use such a scented body wash.

Now his nostrils are lingering with this indelible fragrance, and his mind is full of the hips that were on the wall just now.

Like the evening light passing through the rhombus pattern on the glass, the amber tenderness is multiplied and scattered, becoming thick and full-bodied.

Hue was originally the least important thing for Cong Lie.

Because it's so basic and superficial.

He has seen many people who are obsessed with beauty, and he knows how cheap their love is.

How desperate that kind of so-called sincerity was at the beginning, and how natural it was at the end.

Cong Lie still remembers that his mother squeezed the bus for most of the day with him who had just entered elementary school, saying that it was to reward him for getting No. 1 in the exam and to buy him ice cream.

At that time, Cong Lie didn't understand why he had to go all the way to the magnificent downtown business district just to buy an ordinary milk ice cream.

Until he hid behind the pillars of the shopping mall, watching his mother collapse and cry while pulling a somewhat familiar man.

The man was tall, holding a little girl who was still gnawing her fingers in his arms.

Even though Cong Lie was still very young at that time, he could tell that the clothes on the little girl were more valuable than all the clothes he had ever seen.

The mother pointed in the direction of Cong Lie and said something excitedly.

But the man just protected the little girl in his arms and remained unmoved.

After a short stalemate, a beautiful woman in high heels walked up to the man, pointed at her mother and questioned him aggressively.

The woman was very young, and she was dressed exquisitely and gorgeously, making her mother in a yellowed white shirt haggard and embarrassed.

Melted butter dripped onto Cong Lie's hands, cold and sticky.

He saw the tall man slap his mother hard.

He rushed out like a little wolf and bit the man's leg with all his might.

Both the mother and the little girl were crying, Xiao Conglie heard the man say: "...Listen to me, I haven't seen her since I got engaged to you, I really don't know where this bastard came from!"

Later, the young Cong Lie finally remembered why that man was familiar.

Because he found a photo of two people hugging each other under his mother's pillow.

It is also because he can see the eyebrows and eyes that are exactly like that man in the mirror every day.

Whenever he thought of Yunji touching his browbones and praising his beautiful eyes, Cong Lie would only feel disgusted from the bottom of his heart.

But tonight, he couldn't help but think of how Yunji looked at him.

He remembered that Yunji always got very close, looking at him half down.

That pair of black pupils glowed with a faint amber light, dotted impartially in the middle of the whites of the porcelain blue eyes.

The gaze is very correct, but there is an indescribable tenderness.

I don't know if it's the upturned eye ends or the slightly curled long eyelashes, which scratched my heart in the memory.

Cong Lie frowned, turned the water temperature lower, and repeatedly pointed at his chest.

He shook his head vigorously, trying to get rid of the sultry gaze in his mind, but for no reason he thought of Yunji standing under the stage tonight.

At that time, all eyes in the audience were on him, except Yunji.

Covering his lips with his slender fingers, he was talking to Fu Qing beside him.

The tiny lights in the bar turned on him, reflecting the clarity in his eyes, without any joy or intoxication at all.

At that time Cong Lie was standing on the stage, he couldn't help feeling resentful in a flash: he wasn't looking at me at all.

At that time, Yunji's shirt was neatly rolled up to the elbow, revealing his fair forearm.

He folded his hands on his chest, and in his hand was a thin dark leather watch that he had never seen before.

The watch strap was loosely wrapped around his wrist twice, as if it could be stretched like a rope, binding his thin wrists together.

Cong Lie admitted.

He and Yunji are compatible in that respect.

Cong Lie remembered.

Yunji's eyes were red with tears.

The water temperature was adjusted again and again, and it was almost completely cold water.

"Damn!" Cong Lie punched the wall heavily.

After wiping it carelessly with a towel, Cong Lie sat in the bathroom for a while before finding a large bathrobe to put on.

He walked out of the bathroom with a feeling of coolness, only to find that the lights in the whole house were turned off.

There was no sound in Yunji's bedroom, it was as quiet as if there was no one there.

In the complete darkness, Cong Lie felt the familiar panic again.

Sorrow is like a vine that burrows at every crack, crawling along his nerves and covering his whole body.

He immediately walked towards the crowded room, shining a small patch of light with his phone's flash.

The closer he got, the more urgent his steps became, until at last he almost broke into a long run.

Seeing the raised figure on the bed, Cong Lie felt a little more at ease.

He crouched in front of the gathered bed, saw his brows and eyes clearly through the dim light, and his heartbeat gradually slowed down.

Cong Lie touched Yunji's fingers carefully, and let out a long breath slowly.

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Yunji woke up very early the next day.

He has to get up early to boil the traditional Chinese medicine and drink it after dinner.

He doesn't have much energy to cook, and he's not used to cooking outside, so Yunji uses instant food for almost every meal.

Anyway, there is no difference in the taste of unpalatable things, so it's better to pick the ones that save trouble.

As soon as I soaked a bowl of instant noodles, I heard movement in the bathroom.

He frowned and turned his head, seeing Cong Lie coming out wiping his hair.

He couldn't figure it out for a moment, "Why are you here?"

Before Cong Lie could answer, he remembered some clips before falling asleep last night, "Did you take a bath at my house all night?"

"I slept here yesterday." Cong Lie looked at the instant noodles on the table and raised his voice, "Shall we eat this in the morning?"

The initial surprise passed, Yunji quickly became indifferent, "Who is going to give you this? This is my breakfast."

"This is your breakfast, so what should I eat?" Cong Lie showed his advantages as a singer, his voice was high and sonorous.

"What does that have to do with me? Eat whatever you like." "Outrageous" was written in Yunji's eyes.

Cong Lie found it hard to accept, "Don't you have a bad stomach? Do you eat instant noodles in the morning?"

"Yes, I just eat instant noodles, does that have anything to do with you?" Yunji asked him bluntly.

Cong Lie stared at him for a while, then gritted his teeth, "Then I'll eat instant noodles too."

"Eat, there is a supermarket at the door." Yunji pointed out a clear path for him.

Cong Lie suppressed his anger, "Can't I eat your instant noodles?"

"You should ask the police if you can take things from other people's homes." Yunji estimated that the time was almost up, and slowly removed the instant noodle cover.

The aroma of tonkotsu noodle soup fills the whole room immediately.

"Then I'll give you money to buy your instant noodles, okay?" Cong Lie asked through gritted teeth.

"No." Yunji picked up a strand of noodles with a fork, and slowly put them into his mouth.

Cong Lie pulled out his chair and sat down opposite Yunji, staring at him angrily.

Yunji treated him like air, and finished eating the noodles in a leisurely manner, then filtered the fried Chinese medicine into a bowl to dry.

The traditional Chinese medicine was placed on the table, and the aroma of the noodle soup in the room was quickly replaced by the bitter taste of the medicine.

Yunji went to each room and opened the windows for ventilation, and cleaned up the leftover soup and bowls of instant noodles.

When he came back, he saw Cong Lie sitting in front of the table with a nose and a nose, and he couldn't help laughing, "Cong Lie, I remember you haven't been writing a song recently? What are you doing at my house?"

Cong Lie scratched the side of his neck, then touched the back of his hand, "I don't have work today."

"Oh, you don't have a job today, that is to say, we didn't cooperate today. Can you please leave my house?" Yunji pointed at the door politely.

"Yunji, what is your attitude towards me now?" Cong Lie finally broke out, "If you have any thoughts, why don't you just say so!"

Just as Yunji wanted to ask him if he wasn't straightforward enough, he suddenly noticed that Cong Lie was scratching the back of his hand again.

He took a closer look, and saw that Cong Lie's neck and hands were red, and red rashes were visible to the naked eye one by one.

"What did you do?" He grabbed Cong Lie's hand and found that there were densely packed with small blisters, which seemed to be an allergy.

Cong Lie seemed to have just noticed what he was holding, but he didn't care too much, he just pulled his hand back impatiently, "Leave me alone."

Yunji made him so angry that he didn't know what to say, so he glanced at the Chinese medicine bowl on the table.

There is a circle of half-dried medicine stains on the wall of the bowl, which is obviously a layer higher than the liquid level of the medicine.

"Did you drink this?" Yunji pointed at the medicine bowl and looked at Cong Lie in disbelief.

Cong Lie turned his head angrily.

"Ask you something!" Yunji patted the table hard.

Cong Lie shook the bowl on the table together, but his voice was stubborn, "Just a sip!"

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Allergy Puppy: I Just Tasted!

感谢在2022-05-2300:46:23~2022-05-2323:17:16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 threw the landmine: Chirp 2;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of Beidao; 1 bottle of Yunmu;

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