I make your medicine

When he received the person, Li Che looked at the child who was not in a high mood and visibly listless, feeling a little guilty.

Tang Ren should know about his ex-boyfriend.

With a few simple words at noon, Li Che interpreted the innocent expression of the 19-year-old boy completely, his dodging eyes and indifferent attitude had nothing to do with the little accident last night.

Li Che was driving the car, tapping the steering wheel unconsciously with his fingers.

The explanation seemed out of proportion, and the meaning of crossing the line was too strong. Although Tang Ren accepted his repeated approaching well now, Li Che still didn't dare to let go, and the adventurous spirit in his bones always seemed to be forced to hide in him.

But he didn't explain and felt aggrieved, as if he had been dumped out of thin air, it was very uncomfortable.

Tang Ren looked at the bustling lights and shadows outside the window. The mall was about to close, and the cars in the underground garage climbed up one after another, blocking the one-way street.

In the small square, a couple seemed unhappy.The girl walks in front and shakes her hands one step at a time, while the boy follows behind, tugging at his girlfriend's wrist every few seconds, with bags of things in his hands.I don't know what the two said, the girl turned around and gave the boy a punch, and the next second, the young couple embraced and kissed, completely ignoring the pedestrians around them.

Tang Ren: "..."

He looked away speechlessly, turned on the phone, and thought of something, his eyes dimmed, and he pressed the lock screen button again.

"That at noon, is that your ex-boyfriend?"

Li Che was taken aback for a moment, but he couldn't feel any nervousness facing the Shura field, instead his heart beat faster with excitement.

He turned his head to look at Tang Ren in surprise, seeing that his expression was pretending to be casual, but his eyes were full of seriousness and nervousness, his heart suddenly softened, he unconsciously clenched the steering wheel, his fingers even turned white.

He tried his best to calm down, "Yes, we broke up for many years."

Tang Ren continued to look at the passers-by outside the window, and said "hmm" as if he didn't care much.

Li Che's chest thumped loudly, and Tang Ren clenched his fists calmly.

There was a long, nerve-wracking silence in the car, but it wasn't actually the time for a red light.

"You..." Tang Ren's lips moved, knowing that such a question was crossing that line, but he couldn't help the words in his throat: "Why did you break up?"

Li Che gritted his teeth, barely restraining an untimely smile, without the slightest sense of being in a minefield.

"There are many reasons." Li Che stepped on the accelerator and started, and gradually calmed down a little, and said softly: "Three views do not match, personality does not match."

He turned on the turn signal, and the sound of "tick-tick" echoed crisply in the car. He said, "I had planned to split up a long time ago. Later, because of a trivial matter, I found out that he and my junior were ambiguous."

Recalling that period of time, Li Che laughed at himself, and said in a loose tone: "Then we split up according to the trend."

The three views are not in harmony.

Tang Ren let go of his damp fist, his eyes darkened.

"What kind of three views are appropriate?"

Li Che was obsessed with ghosts, and said without thinking too much: "Living together is very comfortable, let it be."

Tang Ren was stunned, "That's it?"

Li Che said softly: "This is already very rare."

The car fell into a brief silence again. Tang Ren propped his chin on the armrest with one hand, and said something irrelevant: "What if some people are different from what they look like?" There was a bit of tension in his words.

Li Che was startled, an inexplicable pain welled up in his heart, but his tone remained calm as usual: "I believe in myself, so I believe in my own judgment."

Tang Ren listened to the boss say softly: "I know what I'm doing, and who cares."

He looked out of the window, his eyes slowly reflected the bright street lights outside, and the unseen firmness also condensed into the light.

Tang Ren chuckled, his Adam's apple rolled, and he slid out a magnetic "um" sound.

Li Che's heart became hot from his laughter, the corners of his lips raised uncontrollably, and the hand that turned the turn signal was light.

Transparent walls are at stake.

congratulations.

After returning home, Li Che's sunny demeanor made Li Ze, who had been waiting for a long time, puzzled.

"Are you two asleep?" The young man held back his fart but couldn't hold back his words. He raised a youthful face and asked very purely.

Tang Ren went downstairs to pick up the courier, but luckily avoided Li's straight ball.

Li Che glanced at him, "If you really can't do it, just sew it up." The corners of his lips remained curved, and he didn't mention any deterrent effect.

Li Ze's fearless expression concealed a bit of deliberate listlessness, and he stroked Tang Maomao's soft down with his hands, "Didn't you sleep? Are you so happy that you didn't sleep?"

Li Che took off his coat and asked as he walked, "What are you doing back on Friday?"

Usually, Li Ze only goes home to wash clothes on Saturday morning, and rushes back to school in the afternoon to let go of free-range animals. Today's Friday is not like a time that a person with the self-consciousness of not being an electric light would choose.

"... here you are." Li Ze picked up a big box from the ground, threw it on the armrest of the sofa, and then dodged his eyes and lowered his head to stroke the cat.

Li Che raised his eyebrows and looked at the expensive shoebox.

He really has a soft spot for this brand, and half of the shoe cabinets are limited editions launched in each season.

"Replenish the gift." Li Ze sat on the sofa and scratched his head: "It's not a limited edition, but it's very popular recently." He paused, and added: "I bought it with the money from the competition and the band's performance."

"Happy birthday." He muttered softly, touching his nose unnaturally.

Li Che stepped forward, pressed his head roughly and shook: "Thank you."

Li Ze let his head spin wildly, and for a moment, asked abruptly, "So are you two asleep?" The shame and embarrassment of the last second dissipated, and he looked at his brother with eyes full of curiosity.

"Tsk." Li Che patted the back of his round head lightly with his backhand, and Tang Maomao raised his drowsy head when he heard the sound, and gave a soft "hair".

In the evening, with slightly reddened ears, Tang Ren continued to complete the fitness plan tailored by his boss.

Li Ze sat backwards on the office chair in front of the desk, with his chin resting on the back of the chair, and Tang Maomao resting on his homework. One person and one cat opened their eyes wide and watched the two healthy and active self-abuse, Li Ze couldn't help touching Touch your arm.

A little bit, but not much.

Just when he was eager to try and join the team, Li Che suddenly grabbed Tang Ren's hand. Tang Ren was startled, and got stuck in the middle of getting up, his fingers curled up.

"How did you do it?" Li Che frowned and looked at the not wide but deep wound on his palm. The edges were white and the center was dark red, and it hurt to look at it.

Tang Ren wanted to withdraw his hand, but the heat in his heart kept him from moving for a long time. He looked at the boss's fingertips lightly pressed next to him, and said in a low voice, "It's for carrying boxes."

"Why is the box scratched so deeply?" Li Che could vaguely see some inconspicuous black spots in the red meat through the light.

"A box of soy milk." Tang Ren stared intently at Li Che's side face, and his warm breath was regularly caught on the palm of his hand.

Li Ze on the side pursed his mouth, his eyes showing disgust.

He watched Li Che turn around to get the medicine box, and exaggeratedly said three times: "Tsk tsk tsk, those who don't know think he wiped his neck."

Li Che was indifferent, and asked coldly: "No homework?" The deep worry in the last second of his words was fleeting.

"Hmph." He let out a soft hum from his nasal cavity, glared at the two of them, turned around and continued to work hard on the questions.

Early the next morning, Li Ze couldn't wait to escape from this place where there was no room for a third person after two mouthfuls of breakfast.But not long after, Li Che also went out and left.

He plans to finalize the location of Huicheng's new store in the next few days. Near the end of the year, all walks of life are entering the busiest time.In half a month, Li Che was at home only a handful of times, and traveling between the two places on business has become the norm.

At night, there was some kind of carnival going on next door, and the noise was so loud that it could pass through a bedroom and into the living room. Tang Ren panted heavily and stopped with increasingly proficient movements, stood up lightly, his tall and strong back slightly arched, casually After shaking the slightly sore arm, the big arm that could only be regarded as curved has become full and stylish, and the line of the back of the neck has become stronger and stronger.

More than a month has passed, and he has already left the stage of rookie chicken shivering with pain, and he is becoming more and more handy.

It's just that the boss is always away, and his frivolous excitement is fleeting.

The last time Li Che went home was three days ago.

Boss Li was busy with a tight schedule, and it seemed strange to make a phone call, so the occasional WeChat message that appeared at night became a surprise that Tang Ren was secretly looking forward to.

He took the phone to look at the WeChat records, and scrolled up unconsciously.

Boss: Are you home?

Boss: I can't go back tonight.

Boss: Go back tomorrow.

Boss: It's time for Tang Maomao to get vaccinated.

Every time we chat, Li Che is the person who starts the conversation, and the last two or three sentences of small talk was the day before yesterday.

Tang Ren flicked the interface with his thumb, hesitated for a long time, and sent a message out of nothing to say.

TR: It's snowing tomorrow, so stay safe.

2 minutes passed and no reply.

He put down his phone, grabbed Tang Maomao who was struggling to climb the sofa, and ruthlessly kneaded the little milk cat the size of a palm with his big hands.

"Mao." Ruanuo's protest was meaningless, but the fingers on the chin gradually relaxed, a little hypnotic, it withdrew its constantly beating paws and raised its head to meet the massage technician's technique, enjoying life very much.

"Ding." With the muffled vibration of the message notification, Tang Maomao yelled in confusion, his eyes followed the fingers that quickly left his chin.

Tang Ren looked at the news and smiled lightly.

Hi boss.This time I took the high-speed rail, don't worry.

Tang Ren held the phone, unable to answer a sentence for a long time.His normally powerful brain is now like an old-fashioned machine with poor performance. He just can't think of what to connect to it for a simple chat.

Fortunately, Li Che seemed to know the struggle on the other side of the screen, and sent another sentence.

Boss: Go back tomorrow afternoon.It's New Year's Eve, and there is a fireworks show by the river, are you interested?

Tang Ren was taken aback. Tomorrow, January [-]st, is about to enter a new year, and the time has passed so quickly before he knew it.

TR: Well, I'll wait for you to go with me?

Li Che in the hotel rubbed his hair, looked at the news and raised the corners of his lips, typing with one finger.

Boss: Wait for me, I'll pick you up.