I make your medicine

Tang Maomao nestled on the edge of the desk with his two front paws in his mouth, his eyes half-closed, as if he was going to sleep or not.

Tang Ren put down his pen and worked on the three questions for half an hour. His condition was extremely poor. He picked up his phone for the sixth time to check the time, 11:30.

Li Che hasn't come back yet.

Li Che had a drink today, but this was the first time he hadn't heard from him so late.

Just as he gradually began to fidget, there was a sound from the door lock.

He got up and walked to the door. When the door opened, Li Che was supported by a strange man with his head down.

Li Che drank a little too much, and when the driver saw that he seldom walked in a straight line, he kindly helped him back home.

"Little sugar man." Li Che looked up, saw the person under the light and smiled, his words were full of alcohol.

Tang Ren frowned and caught the boyfriend who staggered towards him, thanked the driver and closed the door.

He carried the limp Li Che towards the sofa, but this man grabbed his shoulder and brought it to his lips. The alcohol-smelling kiss fell softly, in stark contrast to the strong palm on the shoulder. Cheng's patience and gentleness are not at all like the thoughtfulness one should have when drunk and confused.

"Brother?" Tang Ren put his arms around his waist to stabilize him, and looked at his confused eyes suspiciously.

Li Che's slender eyelashes flickered up and down, he suddenly broke free from his trapped hands and held Tang Ren's cheeks, squinted his eyes and gently pecked his lips one after another. Tang Ren seemed to be intoxicated by such a precious kiss from him, and he took advantage of his free time to ask, "What's wrong?"

With his lips parted, Li Che tightly wrapped his arms around his waist and buried himself in his neck, taking a deep breath, "I miss you."

"Think of my children."

Tang Ren's heart skipped a beat, subconsciously hugged him back, and asked in a low voice, "Into the house?"

The fine pecks on his neck made the hairs stand up on his back, he couldn't bear it, he grabbed Li Che's limp upper body and moved towards the room, but the person in his arms didn't cooperate, they climbed onto his neck and pressed against him. The back of his head began to aim at those soft lips again.

"Brother." Tang Ren called him helplessly, he really couldn't stand his way of playing drunk.

Li Che seemed to be on the verge of returning to his senses. He stopped and looked at his boyfriend's sharp eyebrows. Suddenly, his brows were clenched, and he retracted his hand from the back of his neck to press his appetite. Tang Ren panicked and quickly supported him: " Stomach pain?"

"It's okay." Li Che shook his head, and couldn't help hissing after finishing speaking.

Tang Ren didn't ask any more questions, and carried him halfway to the bed without saying a word. He was about to turn around but was grabbed by his hands. Li Che was sitting crookedly, with a slender neck and narrowed pupils, looking unhappy, " Why go?"

He froze for a moment, seeing Li Che muttering, the anxiety in his heart subsided a bit.

Tang endured his temper and squeezed his hand: "I'll make medicine for you."

Li Che stared at him like a child, his fingers clenched tightly but he didn't want to let go.

Tang Ren chuckled, and touched it with the other hand to coax softly: "Come right back..." Before he could finish his sentence, Li Che pulled the person closer to him with all his strength, Tang Ren was unprepared, and rushed towards him with the sudden force.

He propped himself on the bed and looked into Li Che's smiling eyes, his already restless chest became even more dry.

"I took medicine before drinking." Li Che's voice was hoarse with drunkenness, and the ending was lazy, with a smile: "The box you bought for me."

He raised his hand to pinch the earlobe that he couldn't put it down, and glanced at Tang Ren's misty and bottomless expression. Alcohol got on his head, causing a person who was usually called a fine person to lose the most basic sense of crisis. Sheng Sheng said to himself: "I shouldn't drink so much wine, my little sugar man doesn't like it."

His little sugar man couldn't tell whether this person was drunk or sober. Although the words were not clear, they were still full of logic. Tang Ren's hand propped by his ear unconsciously reached up to push his forehead away. A strand of broken hair, eyes full of possessiveness that she usually dare not show off, concealing a shocking paranoia.

"But..." Li Che's clear eyes suddenly filled with sadness, and he said, "I'm not in a good mood."

Tang Ren was stunned, looking down at those eyes, his heart tightened suddenly.

Li Che wrapped his arms around the back of his neck and pressed him to his ear, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm not in a good mood."

Tang Ren slowly clenched his fists, pursed his lips and nestled into the warm shoulder, not daring to take a breath.

Really drunk.

The usual Li Che would never say such things to Tang Ren.

Since the rest room last time, Li Che didn't ask a word about the cigarette or the wound on his waist, and was really patiently waiting for the day when the sugar man could say it himself. Everything was as usual, as if nothing had happened. Apart from sleeping together every night, his boyfriend was as good as ever and was too good for him to scare him.

The uneven place on the waist was gently covered by warm palms, and a deep voice came into his chest with chest vibration: "Does it hurt?"

Tang Ren buried his head even lower, and put his hands through the back of Li Che's neck to wrap him in his arms. The stroking on his waist was more careful, and he could feel how gentle the man was through his clothes.

"Does it hurt?"

Tang Ren clenched his teeth tightly and remained silent for a long time before answering in a barely audible voice: "It hurts."

Li Che touched the wound that had already scabbed up and down, and said with a light smile, "It won't hurt anymore."

"It won't hurt anymore."

"Um."

……

This is the last weekend before Li Ze's holiday.

In the afternoon, he made an appointment to review mathematics with Sui Lan and Li Yuan. He purposely got up early in the morning, dragged some of the packed luggage, and changed the bus twice all the way back home. The door opened and there was no sound.

Tang Maomao on the sofa jumped down to pick up the guests when he heard the sound, and circled around Lize's legs skillfully, with his long tail hooked and entangled, leaving a small piece of cat hair behind.

Li Ze bent down and touched perfunctorily, looking at the empty room: "You are the only one at home?"

As soon as the words were finished, his brother's door "clicked", and Tang Ren stared sleepily at Li Ze, who was also dazed. His eyes met, one immediately sobered and the other instantly understood.

"Papa, papa." Li Ze shook his head and applauded in a very pleased manner, "Okay, that's great."

Tang Ren glanced at him speechlessly, caught a glimpse of the suitcase at the door, turned his head and asked softly, "Are you on vacation?" Then he closed the door with his backhand.

"The last exam is next Wednesday." Li Ze dragged his luggage into the living room and asked, "I can sleep in a room by myself this time."

Tang Ren walked into the kitchen and gave a vague "hmm".

He and Li Che have been sharing the same bed for more than a week, and the other room is almost useless, and even the clothes and luggage have been transferred to the master bedroom one after another. Li, who is about to light up the highest wattage, naturally has a shelter.

Li Ze leaned against the kitchen door and watched Tang Ren tear open the medicine bag and pour the granules into the cup, he frowned: "My brother is sick?"

Although we didn't meet each other very often in the past, Li Ze always cared about this brother awkwardly. He was also very aware of Li Che's old problem of serious gastric ulcer, but at that time, he was blinded by hatred, which made him want to save face and ignore him. , and later lived together and did not see how Li Che felt uncomfortable.

"Hangover." Tang Ren didn't explain much. He poured hot water, stirred it, and put it aside to let it cool. The medicine smelled bad. He took out a carton of milk from the cardboard box on the ground.

"Oh." Li Ze had a big heart and didn't ask too many questions. He watched Tang Ren put the poured milk into the microwave to heat it up. He looked like a considerate and careful 24-year-old boyfriend, so he couldn't help asking curiously: "Are you guys sleeping now?" ? Should I call you sister-in-law or something else?"

"Sister-in-law always feels weird calling you brother...you are only two years older than me."

"Tsk, my brother can do it too, this wave can be regarded as an old cow eating young grass, right? I mean, I'm ten years younger, tsk tsk tsk."

Tang Ren's expression was indifferent, and he calmly handed him an apple in his hand, and said expressionlessly, "Stop talking."

Li Ze took the apple with a flat mouth, and took a bite bitterly.

In the room, Li Che woke up leisurely. Last night, his self-control was out of control. He drank thoroughly through the backlog of depression in his heart. Now he not only has a headache, but also feels a little fragmented.

Tang Ren gently opened the door, and when he saw someone woke up, he let go and walked in. As soon as Li Che sat up, he handed him a cup of bitter and sour stomach medicine.

"Drink, you drank too much yesterday."

He looked up at the kid who looked normal, took it and drank it obediently, and was stuffed with warm milk in his hand.

Li Che asked hoarsely, "Did I do anything last night?"

Tang Ren raised his eyes and replied, "No, I fell asleep soon."

"It's a pity." He took a sip of milk, and the old god regretted on the ground: "What a great opportunity." He hated himself very much.

Tang Ren lowered his eyes, the tip of his ears slowly smeared, and said with the same straightforwardness as always: "No."

Li Che looked over, "What's the point?"

Tang Ren: "No chance." He stroked the handle of the empty cup with his index finger, and said in a deep voice, "You can do it if you want."

Li Che: "..." He gritted his teeth and said, "I want to bite you now."

Tang Ren was taken aback, his clear eyes were serious: "Okay."

"Are you alright?" Li Che really couldn't stand his natural, wild and unknowing appearance, "Stretch out your hand."

So while eating, Li Ze glanced at a full and complete tooth mark on Tang Ren's wrist. He took a sip of the soup and whispered: "Good guy."

Tang Ren only worked half a day today, and he was relatively free on weekends. He and other employees cleaned up and sat alone watching videos.

After he started, the people in the store talked less and less to him, they always gathered together to chat not far away, talking about other topics, but looking at him from time to time.Xiao Liang, who used to criticize him quite a bit, no longer predicted his future career development, but looked at Tang Ren with an obviously dissatisfied expression.

"Hey, the other day I saw the boss came out holding his hand."

On the day of the fight, the waitress hid in the corner and was so frightened that she couldn't recover for a long time. Tang Ren's attack was too dark, and he was determined not to leave a way for himself and the enemy. Huang Mingfeng, a policeman, dared to stop people.

However, holding hands seemed to have a greater impact on her than punching and kicking.

"You read it wrong. I saw the boss dragging him into the car." The chef continued while eating the snacks, "Xiao Tang is really amazing. I was so dazed that day. It's difficult for that kind of old bastard to call the police." Well, he still dares to do it."

"Isn't it! If we are all cowardly and don't know what to do, I heard that there is a noodle restaurant on Tianyuan Road. After Lao Lai got caught up with the police, he was retaliated against and paid tens of thousands of dollars."

The topic gradually changed, except for the waitress who occasionally observed Tang Ren, no one paid any attention to the insignificant hand in hand.

After the noon rush hour, Tang Ren changed his clothes and left without saying hello to anyone. He just said something to Yi Ping at the front desk and strode out of the store. He was about to turn to the direction of the subway station when he heard a "beep". The short car horn stopped his footsteps.

Li Che lowered the car window and waved at him, "Get in the car."

Tang Ren was stunned for a moment, and obediently sat in the co-pilot.

"Are you off work?" He buckled up his seat belt and looked at Li Che's smiling expression, and also curled the corners of his lips.

"Ah, on weekends, I have nothing to do in the afternoon and get off work in the afternoon." Li Che looked at him and asked, "Endless Rise movie premiere, there is an autograph signing event for the original author, do you want to go?"

Tang Ren was taken aback, and a burning passion surged in his heart instantly.

The character he cared about, Tong Ming, was brought to life by the author last month, and that vicious person returned to the protagonist group again. Tang Ren started to pick up this comic again at night to fill in the plot.

Li Che saw him before going to bed a few days ago, he just asked a few casual questions, Tang Ren didn't expect him to put everything in his heart.

Li Che pulled off the sticky hair on the side of his head, "Go, I've already bought the tickets, are you free this afternoon?"

It was also only when he knew that there was a premiere of this film, and the film could be watched at any time, and it was not easy to come across the author's autograph. He spent a little effort to buy two tickets, and wanted to have a date with his boyfriend on a whim.

"No." Tang Ren held the hand that was about to be retracted, met Li Che's raised eyebrows, and asked in a low voice: "I want to kiss you."

Li Che chuckled, and waved at him with the other hand, and moved a few inches closer himself.

"If you want to kiss, you can kiss. If I don't agree, you can't kiss?"

With his lips and flesh close at hand, Tang Ren lowered his eyes to draw the alluring outline, and his own abyss-like voice sounded in his heart: You can't disagree.