After the cold beauty turned into a small milk cat

the taste of happiness

"small cake?"

Xu Yi never expected that Lin Xingmo would suddenly make such a request, but, combined with his desire to eat egg custard, he suddenly understood something.

He gently stroked the young man's reddened eyes, and asked softly in his eyes: "Momo, did you remember something again?"

Lin Xingmo raised his head and looked into the man's dark and deep eyes with a slight smile.

He looked at his own reflection in the man's eyes, and felt the faint pain in his heart disappearing bit by bit, replaced by a heavy stability.

He hummed, turned his head slightly, and rubbed his cheek against the man's palm full of nostalgia, like a kitten seeking comfort, so cute.

Looking at Lin Xingmo like this, who could not be moved?

Xu Yi couldn't help but sigh in his heart, then hugged Lin Xingmo into his arms again and hugged him tightly.

He didn't ask what exactly he remembered.

The way he was woken up by a nightmare just now, and then cried in pain, really scared him.

No matter what Momo specifically thinks of, it will not be very pleasant, because...

The death of Mrs. Lin is an unavoidable knot.

No matter how beautiful the childhood memories are, after that, they all cast a layer of haze and lost their original gorgeous colors.

"Okay, let's have a cupcake."

Xu Yi stroked the young man's soft hair and said in a low voice, "If you want to eat, I'll buy it for you."

Lin Xingmo didn't speak, just rubbed against his chest.

The small cakes that Xu Yi sold in pastry shops when he was a child are naturally difficult to buy now nearly 20 years later.

Fortunately, Lin Xingmo didn't pick anything, after all, he didn't remember what it tasted like.

The most important thing is to eat with Xu Yi.

However, it was almost dark at this time, and there had just been a heavy snowfall, so the cake shop had already closed early.

"Then wait for tomorrow."

Lin Xingmo expressed his understanding, and after he calmed down, he returned to the studio.

He wants to paint.

The thought had never been stronger.

He wanted to keep the old man who was very important to him with the paintbrush in his hand while his memory had not faded.

Even though his heart hurts every time he thinks of her, he didn't run away anymore, it's just...

In the living room, Xu Yi heard the voice and looked up towards the stairs.

"Xu Yi..."

The young man ran down from upstairs, shouted his name, then plunged into his arms, hugging him tightly.

Xu Yi lowered his head slightly, and could smell the smell of paint on his body.

This is the third time.

As he was painting, he would suddenly run to him and hug him. After a few minutes of hugging, he would regain his composure and go back to the studio.

Xu Yi didn't understand why, he suddenly became so clingy to him, and his heart was actually quite sweet, until...

This time he went to the studio and saw what Lin Xingmo was painting.

His Momo, his painting skills are really amazing.

Just by taking a look at the first draft, which was still very low in completion, Xu Yi recognized who the person in the painting was.

Under Lin Xingmo's brush, the kind, kind, beautiful and friendly old lady returned from memory bit by bit, and appeared vividly on the paper.

Xu Yi finally understood why Lin Xingmo suddenly put down his pen and came to hug him halfway.

He is in too much pain to draw anymore...

Xu Yi only felt a throbbing pain in his heart. He couldn't bear Lin Xingmo to torture himself like this, and wanted him to stop, but Lin Xingmo just calmly refused him.

Lin Xingmo just sat in front of the drawing board, intermittently, but insisted on recording the pictures in his mind with his brush.

He didn't want to forget her again.

Even at this moment, he couldn't fully recall the memory of her. He was very afraid, afraid that he would forget it again in the future.

When Lin Xingmo couldn't hold on for the fourth time and ran to find Xu Yi, Xu Yi didn't leave, but stayed with him, and returned to the studio with him after he recovered.

He stayed right next to Lin Xingmo, within reach of his hands, and became his reliance when he couldn't bear the pain, providing him with a harbor to escape temporarily.

Xu Yi quietly accompanied Lin Xingmo. Apart from paying attention to him, he would also be distracted from looking at his paintings.

In the picture, Mrs. Lin turned her face slightly, looking down at something, her eyes were so kind and gentle, and there was a faint smile on her mouth.

So vivid and bright, exactly as in memory.

As if calling her out, she would turn her head and smile at him with her eyes bent, then took out a handful of candy from her pocket and stuffed it into his hand.

Even a person like Xu Yi who doesn't understand art can't help but sigh.

No wonder the fans in the live broadcast room always like to call Lin Xingmo a magician and a humanoid printer.

However, with such a heart-warming painting, who would have imagined what kind of pain the artist was in when he created it?

Finally, after two o'clock in the morning, Lin Xingmo finished the painting.

Xu Yi persuaded him to rest on the way and told him to wait until the next day to continue, but Lin Xingmo just shook his head, his eyes were a little empty.

"Tomorrow... what if I forget again?"

Moreover, after waking up, he may no longer have that courage.

He didn't finish, but Xu Yi already understood his subtext.

Therefore, Xu Yi fell silent and did not persuade him any more.

He just silently accompanied Lin Xingmo by his side, ready to give him support at any time.

Then slowly, Xu Yi found that as the painting was getting closer to completion, Lin Xingmo lost control of his emotions less and less.

Even at the end, when the young man looked at the painting, the twinkling lights in his eyes reminded him of Momo when he was a child.

This is probably because...

Apart from that sudden disaster, that forgotten childhood memory was actually the happiest time in his life for Lin Xingmo.

In the silent late night, Lin Xingmo sat in the studio, staring at the old man on the drawing board for a long time.

At this moment, it was as if he had pushed through the thick fog, broke a hole in the solid barrier, crossed the long river of time again, and met her again...

That feeling...is not painful, but a bit sad, but more of the joy of reuniting after a long absence.

After a long time, Lin Xingmo finally broke away from that selfless state. He retracted his gaze, turned his head to the side, and met the man's calm and gentle eyes.

"Xu Yi."

He called his name, and the calmness in the light blue eyes was completely restored, but there seemed to be something more than before.

Xu Yi looked at him, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, and couldn't help reaching out to caress his cheek.

The young man's hands, face, and clothes were all stained with paint, and he looked very embarrassed, but his beautiful light blue eyes were lit up.

It was as beautiful and dazzling as if he was reborn from the ashes and finally saw a rainbow after experiencing extreme pain. Xu Yi was very fortunate that he was able to accompany him at this moment.

He didn't ask anything, just leaned over, kissed Lin Xingmo pitifully on the lips, and said, "Go take a shower, I'll wait for you in the dining room downstairs."

Lin Xingmo nodded, he stood up, and before leaving, he looked back at the old man on the drawing board.

In a daze, he seemed to see her turn her head, smiled at him, and said in a loving voice: "Go, go, Momo should go to bed early, otherwise she won't grow taller in the future."

Lin Xingmo blinked, slowly looked away, and left the studio with Xu Yi.

He went to the second bedroom to take a shower.

After washing off the paint on his body and the fatigue all over his body, he dried his hair and walked out of the bathroom dry, feeling deeply sleepy.

Lin Xingmo took the oversized clothes at the end of the bed, put them on casually, looked at the soft bed, and really wanted to fall on it and sleep, but...

Enduring his sleepiness, he stepped on his slippers and walked downstairs.

Xu Yi said he was waiting for him in the dining room, and he was going to find him.

As a result, when he came outside the dining room, Lin Xingmo smelled a faint sweet fragrance.

He blinked, stunned.

When he walked in, he looked up and saw small cakes on the dining table.

Xu Yi was sitting at the dining table, holding a piping bag in his hand, and was squeezing buttercream on top of the small cake. When he saw him come in, he waved to him.

Lin Xingmo raised his foot and walked over, came to sit beside him.

"Didn't you say you can eat it tomorrow?"

He looked at the delicate little cakes in front of him, his beautiful blue eyes were shining brightly.

Xu Yi smiled, "It is now."

When nurse Chen told him that the cake shops were closed, he invited the pastry chef to come over. He was downstairs at first to communicate with the pastry chef.

Later, it was discovered that Lin Xingmo's situation was not right, so he stayed with him in the studio all the time, until now he had no time to deal with these small cakes.

"I can't eat too many sweets at night, so I can only eat one."

Xu Yi gently placed the cake with cream squeezed in his hand in front of Lin Xingmo, and then handed him a small spoon.

"Try it? I think it tastes good."

Lin Xingmo didn't take the spoon. He looked at the small cake Xu Yi put in front of him, his eyes glowing with joy.

He looked at Xu Yi, "You feed me."

So calm, so confident, Xu Yi was helpless and spoiled. He scooped up a little cream with a spoon and carefully fed it to Lin Xingmo's mouth.

Lin Xingmo looked at the milky white cream, first sniffed it with his nose, then stuck out his tongue, the rosy tip of his tongue licked the cream off and rolled it into his mouth.

The mellow taste melts in the mouth, sweet and not greasy.

Really delicious!

He looked up at Xu Yi, wanting him to scoop up some more for him to eat, but saw the man's dark and deep eyes.

Then, he watched Xu Yi helplessly, took a mouthful of cream with a spoon and put it in his mouth, then leaned over and kissed his lips.

Lin Xingmo blinked his eyes, and quickly closed his eyes, enjoying the sweet kiss.

After all, sweet cream, Xu Yi's kiss...

It's all the taste of happiness.

The author says:

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