unrequited love forbidden

sleepy

Snout

It was twelve o'clock at noon when we reached the top of the mountain. The students were noisy and gathered in a group, and began to enjoy the lunch they carried on their backs.

Last night they played cards and got together naturally, Jiang Xiao and Fu Qingzhou were simple sandwiches, and the box of sushi that Li Bowen brought was finished before it landed, so he could only eat Ye Yang's relief with tears The rice balls and the ham snatched from Jiang Xiao.

"Jiang'er, why did you bring so much?" Li Bowen buried the intestines in his schoolbag again.

"By the way." Jiang Xiao peeled off the package and handed it to Fu Qingzhou subconsciously.

Fu Qingzhou caught it so naturally that he felt something was wrong after he took a bite, but he ate it all, so he couldn't put it back in Jiang Xiao's hands.

Jiang Xiao sat cross-legged on the grass and ate a sandwich, talking and laughing with Li Bowen and Ye Yang. The curly hair on the top of his head looked fluffy and soft in the sun, and his clear eyes swept over him from time to time. There will be more bottles of drinks or small snacks.

There is no way to refuse.

Even though he cared about the "secret love" that Jiang Xiao mentioned, even if he was a little angry, he still couldn't refuse.

Jiang Xiao seems to be naturally lovable, kind, upright, and close to others... like a gentle and brave big dog.

Still curly.

Fu Qingzhou took a bite of the bread, the salty and sweet taste made his stomach a little queasy.

"Hey, shit, cat!" Ye Yang suddenly called out.

"Where is it?" Jiang Xiao's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Here, it seems to be a raccoon cat." Li Bowen also saw it, and called the cat loudly, "Meow! Meow!"

"Mimi." Ye Yang retorted, "Mimi!"

"Meow!" Li Bowen insisted.

Fu Qingzhou followed their gazes, and he saw a skinny little civet cat. It was very thin and not very good-looking. died in the wild.

Jiang Xiao squatted in front of the kitten, broke some bread and ham and put it in front of it. The kitten was still trying at first, but it didn't take long before it started to gobble it up.

Jiang Xiao reached out to touch the kitten, lowered his head slightly, and the lines of his side face had a light golden halo in the sun, making his eyes look extra gentle.

The sense of familiarity suddenly became stronger.

Fu Qingzhou frowned, but he didn't have the memory of this scene in his mind, but he felt that he had seen this scene somewhere.

The light was not as strong as the sun, it should be dim and cold, and his angle of view should be lower - a sudden spasm of pain came from his calf, which roughly interrupted his forced memory.

"Fu Qingzhou, what's wrong with you?" Li Bowen shook him.

Jiang Xiao heard the sound and looked over, then frowned.

The ungraspable sense of familiarity made Fu Qingzhou a little irritable. Just as he was about to speak, his stomach suddenly turned violent.

"Fu Qingzhou!" Jiang Xiao suddenly couldn't care about the cat, and ran over to see how he was doing.

Fu Qingzhou turned pale, pushed away Jiang Xiao's hand trying to help him, ran to the side and vomited out.

Jiang Xiao walked over and handed him a bottle of water, "Rinse your mouth."

Fu Qingzhou took it and rinsed his mouth, his face was a little paler than before, he straightened up and wanted to go back, "It's okay, maybe I was too anxious to eat."

Jiang Xiao grabbed his arm, turned to look for Lu Feng, "Teacher, Fu Qingzhou has gastroenteritis, can I take him down the mountain to see a doctor first?"

"What's going on?" Lu Feng came over to ask about the situation, and seeing that Fu Qingzhou's face was indeed frighteningly pale, he planned to call a teacher to follow.

"You don't need a teacher, I'll just take him there." Jiang Xiao said, "My dad often brings me here to play, I'm familiar with this area."

After Lu Feng repeatedly explained, Jiang Xiao took Fu Qingzhou on the cable car going down the mountain.

Fu Qingzhou's stomach is not good, Jiang Xiao has always known that he always feels that Mr. Fu eats like a kitten, and the current Fu Qingzhou is not much better. He is very picky about food, and his appetite is only half of his. , eating ice and drinking cold or eating too greasy will feel uncomfortable.

It is very difficult to raise.

Jiang Xiao regretted preparing him a sandwich for lunch, let alone dragging him to eat ice cream at the entrance of the supermarket on the mountain.

Fu Qingzhou sat next to him and frowned, his lips were pale and he didn't say a word. Jiang Xiao was too familiar with his appearance. Every time Mr. Fu was sick and uncomfortable, he would turn into a block of ice with extremely low air pressure. As the driver, he Can only watch in silence.

But it is different now.

He grabbed Fu Qingzhou's cold hand and rubbed the acupuncture points on his hand, "Is it better?"

"En." Fu Qingzhou answered a little perfunctorily, probably not useful.

Jiang Xiao was a little anxious, "I'll rub your belly for you."

"Uh..." Fu Qingzhou stared at him with a blank face, without saying yes or no.

Jiang Xiao saw that his lips were bloodless, so he pressed the acupuncture points on his abdomen through his clothes, and sure enough, the man's frowning gradually loosened.

After getting off the cable car, Fu Qingzhou suddenly said, "The massage technique is quite professional."

"Ah, I learned a little from my friend." Jiang Xiao smiled guiltyly.

In fact, he was with an old Chinese medicine doctor when he was fooling around. Later, he found out that his ambition was not here, so he changed to other jobs.

But Jiang Xiao is not lying about his familiarity with this area. He used to be a taxi driver here for a while, but later he gave up this job because he often lost his way, but at least he is familiar with the hospital here.

After seeing the doctor, it turned out to be gastroenteritis, and soon he was put on a bottle. Jiang Xiao called Lu Feng in the corridor to explain the situation, and went back to the ward to see Fu Qingzhou.

Fu Qingzhou didn't get enough sleep last night, he fell asleep not long after lying on the bed.

Probably the pungent smell of disinfectant stirred up some bad memories, making him dream of the scene after the car accident.

"The driver hit and fled. There was no surveillance in that area, and no one saw it. The police couldn't find anyone..." Fu Jianhong scratched his hair anxiously, and his eyes fell on the half-empty quilt, as if he had been scalded , stretched out his hand and wiped his eyes vigorously, "Fucking the bloodless thing!"

Fu Jianhong was not a thing. When he was a child, he was beaten or scolded, and he was not treated well when he grew up. He mostly hated and resisted this uncle, but when something happened to him, only Fu Jianhong was left to come forward.

"There was...a part-time worker passing by...but he didn't see..."

Fu Qingzhou stared at the ceiling indifferently. He didn't take what Fu Jianhong said again. The numb pain in his leg made him feel hopeless and irritable. What's the point of being alive.

He studied desperately, wanted to be admitted to a good university, and get rid of Fu Jianhong and his previous rotten life. He had just been recommended for admission in the school, but he lost his legs...

He didn't know when Fu Jianhong left, but he knew that Fu Jianhong would definitely not be able to afford the expensive surgery fee, and he had to find a way.

As soon as the picture changed, Jiang Siyu stood in front of the hospital bed, looking down at him.

He was terribly irritable and stared at her coldly. Apart from rejecting her confession, he really couldn't think of any connection between them.

"My father's name is Jiang Wei, and like your uncle Fu Jianhong, he is begging for a living under Ji Feng's hands." Jiang Siyu bit his lip and angrily taunted him, "You refused to agree to my confession because of my father? You You think I'm not good enough for you, but how good are you!?"

What a mess, Fu Qingzhou's mind was buzzing.

"Your uncle begged Ji Feng. Ji Feng didn't intend to help, but the big boss above Ji Feng took pity on you and helped pay for the surgery. It's not a big deal to put 10,000+ in the hands of people like them." Jiang Siyu's angry voice carried Crying, "Look, my dad can give me to someone like Ji Feng for a gift of 30 yuan. He is 20 years older than me. If you had promised me..."

Jiang Siyu sobbed and threw a wad of money on him, "They're all bastards!"

That wad of money was used to buy medicine.

Xiang Xian sat on the bedside and talked to him, "Brother Ji knew that she gave you money, so he didn't lose his temper... But after all, he belongs to Brother Ji, so it's good for you to stay away from her...Jiang Siyu's father, It's that Jiang Wei who owes Brother Ji a lot of money, and it just so happens that Jiang Siyu looks a lot like the wife that Brother Ji died... Don't get involved in these shitty things, and take care of your illness."

Fu Qingzhou was buried in pain, he heard his hoarse voice: "Who is the boss above Ji Feng?"

"I don't know, maybe the surname is Zhang?" Xiang Xian held a cigarette in his hand and turned back and forth, "Zhouzi, don't think too much about it, take good care of your wounds, there is still a long way to go, and you must not let yourself down... "

Fu Qingzhou was lying on the hospital bed, the pain in the wound and the gloomy future made him collapse in despair.

Why should it fall on him?

"Boss Fu, I found out that Ji Feng has a distant relative who suddenly disappeared ten years ago. It's the same time as your car accident..."

"Boss Fu, the newly recruited driver has arrived."

"Hello Mr. Fu, my name is Tan Yuan."

Fu Qingzhou opened his eyes, and met Jiang Xiao's anxious gaze.

"What's wrong?" He was a little puzzled.

"No matter how much you shout, you can't wake up." Jiang Xiao held his hand and breathed a sigh of relief, "Brother Zhou, don't bring such a scary one."

Fu Qingzhou pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled, "Maybe I'm too sleepy."

Jiang Xiao reached out and wiped his forehead, "Fu Qingzhou, are you a porcelain doll, you get sick every now and then."

Fu Qingzhou closed his eyes subconsciously, and said with a smile: "Yes, our porcelain dolls are fragile, and they can't be compared with a galaxy superhero like you."

"It's the commander of the Milky Way." Jiang Xiao corrected him seriously, "Don't tamper with my race casually."

Fu Qingzhou laughed so much that the hanging bottle was shaking.

"Be honest." Jiang Xiao pressed his arm to keep him from moving, and sighed, "I also mean to say that my smile is low, and you are not high."

Fu Qingzhou just looked at him and smiled.

"Did you have a nightmare just now?" Jiang Xiao poured him a glass of warm water, turned around and paid Qingzhou to sit up consciously.

"Maybe." Fu Qingzhou drank a couple of sips, with a bitter taste in his mouth, "I can't remember."

"I called Feng Xian'er just now, and she said that we should go back to the hotel directly after finishing the bottle, and we're going to the nearby resort to hold some bonfire party at night, and you can only participate if your body allows it." Jiang Xiao took the handed over from him cup.

"It's just a small problem." Fu Qingzhou didn't take it seriously, "Just bear with it."

"It's the old patience that can endure serious problems." Jiang Xiao said: "You don't take your body seriously because you are young, and it will be too late for something to happen. You are purely avoiding medical treatment."

Fu Qingzhou laughed, "You seem like an old man."

Jiang Xiao's back froze, and immediately said indifferently: "Our old man——"

"All right, all right." Fu Qingzhou wanted to laugh again, and raised his hand to stop him from continuing to speak, "Brother Jiang, please be considerate of the patient, I have no strength in the first place, so don't make me laugh."

Jiang Xiao stared at him for three seconds, then sighed, "Oh, okay."

It was only three o'clock in the afternoon when they returned to the hotel. Li Bowen sent a message saying that he had just started to hike down the mountain. Jiang Xiao glanced at Fu Qingzhou who was sitting on the sofa and watching his mobile phone. No more bonfire parties."

Fu Qingzhou typed a few more lines before putting down the phone, "Just go, don't worry about me."

"That won't work, I'll watch you in the room." Jiang Xiao threw the phone away, got up and pulled him, "Go to sleep a little longer."

Fu Qingzhou let him drag him up, "Are you taking care of your brothers like this?"

Jiang Xiao choked, and it took him a while to recall, "Brother Zhou, what do you mean?"

"What do you think?" Fu Qingzhou asked back.

"I—" Jiang Xiao stared at him, not knowing how to explain.

"Do you know there is a saying?" Fu Qingzhou approached him, his expression still not very good-looking, and his voice was weak and hoarse, but the ambiguity did not diminish at all.

Jiang Xiao tilted his head slightly, "What are you talking about?"

"Eat what's in the bowl, look at what's in the pot." Fu Qingzhou finished speaking slowly, and rested his head on his shoulder without any strength.

Jiang Xiao almost subconsciously stretched out his arms to hug him. Just as he realized something was wrong and wanted to let go, Fu Qingzhou straightened up, smiling a little badly, "I'm sorry, I'm a little dizzy."

"Uh..." Jiang Xiao knew he did it on purpose.

"But people have legs, and food won't run away in the pot, but people can." Fu Qingzhou yawned and lay down on the bed, his whole body sunk in the quilt.

After Jiang Xiao understood what he meant, he couldn't laugh or cry, he squatted down on the bedside and asked, "Brother Zhou, what if there is one person in the bowl and in the pot?"

Fu Qingzhou opened his eyes with some difficulty, and said in a tired voice, "Cannibalism is against the law."

A master who pretends to be confused.

Jiang Xiao poked his cheek angrily, and asked in a low voice, "Why are you like this?"

Fu Qingzhou laughed lazily, turned over and fell asleep with his back facing him.

"Brother Zhou? Fu Qingzhou?" Jiang Xiao called him twice, but there was no movement, probably he really fell asleep.

Jiang Xiao lay on the bed and said to himself, "Are you jealous?"

Fu Qingzhou twitched the corners of his mouth, he was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, he seemed to hear the sound of curtains being pulled, and then the bed sank behind him, the warmth was obvious even through the blanket.

Jiang Xiao got under the quilt and fell asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow.

Fu Qingzhou waited for a while before turning over, and saw Jiang Xiao sleeping soundly on his side facing him. It was hard to see clearly in the dim room, but they were close enough.

He was obviously sleepy just now, but now that Jiang Xiao was so close to him, those sleepiness disappeared.

This time it was no longer separated by a screen, but a real person lying in front of him.

Throw yourself into the trap.

Fu Qingzhou smiled, admired it quietly for a while, then raised his hand to rub his fluffy curly hair, Jiang Xiao snorted unconsciously, and then fell silent again.

Most of the time when Jiang Xiao appeared in his life, he sat silently in the driver's seat and said very little to him. Except for the brief physical contact when helping him get on and off the car, he rarely left Jiang Xiao so far away. close.

And even with physical contact, he is still in a slight but not disgusting irritability. He has too many things to do every day, and he has no time to pay attention to and think deeply about a driver's calm and considerate, and it is even more difficult to detect the driver's quiet thoughtfulness. Tenderness after thoughtfulness.

So after Jiang Xiao's death, it was even more regrettable after he found out and analyzed it. What is even more sad is that for Jiang Xiao, what he did wholeheartedly was just an ordinary thing that he never paid attention to.

If those hasty memories were not assisted by Jiang Xiao's diary, he would have even forgotten them long ago.

That's why the love he developed after knowing it was so pale and ridiculous.

He has long realized that this kind of feeling is unreasonable. After all, no one will fall in love with a dead person, and it will even intensify. After he gets along with the real Jiang Xiao these days, this feeling is more obvious and intense.

What he fell in love with was the "Jiang Xiao" created by himself, a person who was processed with his thin memory and Jiang Xiao's diary. The current Jiang Xiao is the same as the real 38-year-old Jiang Xiao. Xiao, are very different.

Fu Qingzhou pursed his lips, and gently stroked Jiang Xiao's eyebrows and nose bridge with his fingers, and landed on the corners of his lips.

But so what.

Fu Qingzhou looked at the defenseless person sleeping in front of him, and a gentle smile appeared on his face, but the arc of the smile was indifferent and cold, and it didn't reach his eyes.

He knew he was deceiving himself and others, he knew he was dreaming, and he knew he was dragging Jiang Xiao, who was still innocent and ignorant, into the quagmire.

But who made the real Jiang Xiao more than a hundred times better than the "Jiang Xiao" he made up?

It's even more impossible for him to let go.

He leaned forward and kissed the person who was still in the dream, a soft, hot, despicable, crazy and forbearing kiss.

Jiang Xiao was probably a little out of breath, and subconsciously wanted to hide, but the hand submerged in his hair supported the back of his neck, and he let out a muffled groan.

Fu Qingzhou let go of him with some regret, gently wiped away the traces left on his lips with his thumb, and hugged him into his arms.

Shen Shen closed his eyes.