I make your medicine

"Brother." Tang Ren called out in a low voice, his soft voice resounded in the room, like a small feather fluttering in the wind, emptily scratching the tip of another person's heart.

Li Che who was lying beside him covered his mouth, and said ruthlessly, "It's no use pretending to be pitiful."

"You know it quite well now, where did you learn it? Huh? One of the advanced training programs?"

Tang Ren shook his head, grabbed the palm covering his lips and kissed the back of his hand in turn, his long eyelashes drooped, and the setting sun that came from afar outside the window was covered with golden light.

A devout believer who seems to be kissing faith.

But in Li Che's eyes, this is a little devil who tried to get away with it after going to the house to expose the tiles.

Unmoved, he pinched the beautiful chin in front of him and decided that he must educate him today.

"Is your boyfriend disposable? Has a shelf life? Will it break if you don't use it quickly?"

Tang Ren suddenly raised his eyes, his powerful eyes were like two sharp knives, cutting through Li Che's pretended serious face.

"I'll be in a hurry."

Li Che was taken aback, "What?"

"Not bad, but in a hurry."

The firm gaze that held Li Che's chest relaxed in just a second.

Tang Ren leaned closer, left some water for a kiss, did not back away immediately, and said in a low voice, "Brother, I'm in a hurry."

Li Che's eyes moved down, looked at his lips, then lifted up to look into those sincere eyes, and immediately fell into a deep affection.

"I don't know how to express it, and I don't want to waste time." He brushed the hair in front of Li Che's eyes, wiped the fine sweat from the hairline, and said in a volume that only two people could hear: "Ten years, I Not reconciled."

Li Che's heart trembled, and he couldn't help but feel a little sad when he said it, his hand on his chin touched the side of his neck, his voice unconsciously softened: "Can you make up ten years by racing against time like this? "

Tang Ren nodded solemnly: "Well, you can try."

"Tsk, I think you just don't know how to restrain yourself." Li Che pinched his thin cheeks, Tang Ren "hissed" with a smile, and didn't break free, letting him grab him.

Tang Ren wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him in, and rubbed his neck affectionately. Li Che was not willing to pull his thin face with his black hands. After all, it was just a symbolic vent of anger, and it had no deterrent effect.

"Does it hurt?" Tang Ren touched the tooth marks left by himself, very close to the collarbone, where the skin is thin, and there is a slight purplish red under the neat "wolf teeth", which seems to be [-]% of the effort.

Tang Ren stroked the negligible faint pain a little harder, and he replied, "A little bit."

The place where Li Che clasped his palm was uneven, and there were four oozing black and red scars scattered on the area the size of his palm. He gently stroked it with his fingers, turning his head to avoid the hairy head that moved over to rub his jaw slightly itchy, teeth marks A soft, warm touch lingers for a moment and then retreats obediently.

"Why is it hot here?"

Every time Li Che encounters it, no matter how high his emotions are, he will sink. The smell of cigarettes from that day seems to still surround the tip of his nose. It is clearly the brand that children usually smoke. Very disgusting.

Tang Ren was quiet for a while, then said, "Punishment."

"My urge to hit someone was sudden, and I only had one thought when I did it."

Li Che clasped the back of his head and followed him lightly, listening to him silently: "These people will only stop when they fall."

"So I have to let them go down."

Li Che's breath was suffocated, and a burst of pain crawled densely along his heart to his fingertips, becoming sharp and intense.

Nine-year-old Tang Ren saw the villain fall to the ground with his own eyes. The scene made him realize that only dangerous people falling in front of him can help him out of trouble. This idea is like a bamboo stick full of burrs Plunging into Tang Ren's young heart, and then trying to pull it out, it was doubly painful.

"Once in junior high school, I got a little out of control."

Tang Ren recalled the cause and effect of the year, but he couldn't mobilize too many details.He is like this, the process of the conflict has always been vague, every time something happens, the node with smooth memory either starts from the teacher's office or the police station.

"The family lost money."

Li Che frowned, the family is tied to money, so there must be nothing good.

He asked in a deep voice, "You said you won't be wanted again?"

Tang Ren looked up at him: "How did you guess that?"

"Heh." Li Che let out a faint smile, and said calmly, "No need to guess."

"And then? Did you learn to smoke?"

The child answered the reason for smoking: refreshing.These two words have been lingering in Li Che's mind up to now, what to mention and why, he seems to have already got the answer in the locker room that day.

Tang Ren hesitated for a moment, he didn't want to make Li Che feel uncomfortable, but the remaining warmth on his side made his defenses that were always standing in his heart loose, so he nodded and said, "Well, when fighting, someone will subconsciously hit the ribs. .”

Li Che looked at him in surprise, and opened his mouth in disbelief, but only one word came out after a long time: "You..."

Burning on the ribs, as long as he is hit by the opponent, he will wake up in the sudden pain.What kind of punishment is this, it is clearly a bloody alarm bell, infiltrated with unclean soot, every time he is attacked by an outsider, he will be dragged out of the swampy impulse in this way.

Li Che couldn't help imagining scenes after scenes, his heart twisted into a ball like a rag.

Seeing her boyfriend's rapidly red eyes, Tang Ren immediately began to regret, "Brother, I..." He cupped Li Che's face helplessly, and said softly, "I won't do that again."

Li Che didn't speak, and kissed his forehead, pressed against his forehead, and tightened his arms.

Ten years, he is not reconciled.

In the past ten years, his little friend not only has to bear the malice of others, but also constantly hurts himself.

In the past, he only picked up such a treasure when he was lucky enough, but now he gradually began to be unwilling, greedy and unwilling, if there were no these ten years...

Tang Ren's lips were full of Li Che's hot breath, the person in front of him was affected by his past pain, and he was in this person's heart at this moment, wrapped and loved.

Thinking of this, the soothing hand behind his head not only failed to calm him down, but made him even more anxious.

The four lips touched, and Li Che tenderly responded to the kiss he sent, exchanging the treasures in their hearts.

The signs of getting better and better became more and more familiar. Li Che struggled an inch apart and said, "I have to buy school uniforms tomorrow."

"No need." Tang Ren entangled him again, "Just wear that suit."

Li Che thought of something, and patted him on the back: "That set..." Pulling away, "No."

The little devil's eyes were heavy, he pulled the person closer, and said without hesitation: "Just wear that suit."

Li Che's scalp was numb from his stare, and he failed to win a second chance to refute.

In the following night, I grew ten years older.

On Monday, Tang Ren really got on the school bus in that slightly tight suit.

Reluctantly, Li Che went to the specialty store to buy a set of the largest size. Knowing that the person probably wouldn't be able to wear it, he put it in the most conspicuous center of the desk in the study in vain.

Wearing that suit, Li Che was afraid that it would affect the children's study.

Li Che's worry was not entirely unreasonable.

On the first day of new school, Tang Ren's grades had already spread throughout the teaching and research group of the third year of senior high school. The corresponding teachers kept the papers of each subject in their hands. as a teacher.

"New student, can you answer the answer to this question?"

The math teacher projected a fill-in-the-blank question on the blackboard, which was a difficult and rare question in the winter homework.

Tang Ren's nose was filled with the smell of school uniform laundry detergent, which was exactly the same as Li Che's. His eyes were empty, and the content of his thoughts unconsciously slipped from exercises to strange pictures. Steer to the question on the whiteboard.

"Teacher, he doesn't have a workbook." Tang Ren's deskmate was a tall boy wearing glasses, and he clicked on the notebook between the two to signal to the head teacher.

"Oh yes, you haven't done this question without your winter vacation homework, so change it..."

"Minus zero point five to plus four."

The teacher just wanted to change the roll call, and the students in the class were about to get nervous, Tang Ren interrupted, and the magnetic voice gave the answer.

The tablemate looked at him with wide eyes, and the students in the front row couldn't help but turn their heads to look at him. The math teacher smiled in surprise and raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are you counting?"

"Well, algebra, find the extreme value." He briefly introduced the idea of ​​solving the problem, but the students in the class knew that there was a half-page derivation and analysis in the five refined words.

"Okay, the answer is right, sit down. Just like Tang Ren said, let's look at the conditions of the problem." The math teacher picked up the chalk to solve the problem vigorously, and many students' attention was distracted by the repeat students. Halfway through, someone would glance back at him from time to time.

In the original high school, Tang Ren tended to be transparent. The people who would look for him during the break were either looking for trouble or beating. When saying hello, Tang, the most mature and elder student in the class, was rarely embarrassed.

"Which school did you go to, buddy?"

"Do you live on campus? Can I ask you to do homework?"

"Get up, I haven't finished asking."

"Go away, which school is doing what to you."

Tang Ren stared speechlessly at the two people who had pinched themselves, and was patted on the arm by his deskmate, "Can I ask you a question?"

"Yeah." Tang Ren has almost no experience in getting along with classmates, but he has practiced lectures at Li Yuan's. He looked at the big question pointed at the same table, and easily opened the skill of reading and solving the problem, and said: "Painting assistant Wire."

The boy was stunned for a long time, watching Tang Ren pick up his pencil to draw lines on the graph, and with a few easy strokes, he marked the corners necessary for the proof.

"Holy shit, wait a minute, I'll write it down." The boy took out another pen and immediately recorded the character's name on the calculation paper. Tang Ren was startled and said, "I'll write it down for you."

He stretched out his hand, and said happily at the same table: "Thank you."

Tang Ren wrote down the entire proof process in detail, without a single word of nonsense, and accurately stuck on the scoring points step by step.

Several boys gathered together to look at his answer, and one of them said bluntly, "Boss, this idea is really brilliant, but I have to say, the word we, Old Wen will definitely talk to you."

After speaking, he did not forget to add: "Old Wen is our Chinese teacher."

The prophet is sure to hit a hit. After the lunch break at noon, Mr. Wen called Tang Ren to the office.

In the evening, Tang Ren returned home with the exercise books given by the teachers of various subjects on his back, and put the new school uniform aside as if nothing had happened. Li Che, who was dragged into the study room on the opposite chair, looked at his movements, leaning on the armrest with his elbows , wiped his lips with his index finger, hiding a helpless chuckle.

He was just about to care about his boyfriend's new campus life, when he saw this man take out a copybook from his school bag, with a stiff expression and a hint of grievance.

Li Che couldn't hold back a smile: "The words were said by someone?"

Tang Ren glanced at him, opened the thick book forced by the Chinese teacher, and nodded: "The Chinese teacher said that the college entrance examination will deduct points."

Li Che couldn't hold back his smile, he raised the novel in his hand to cover his face, and thoughtfully relieved the children's psychological pressure.

"This word is not as good as yours."

Hearing the sound, Li Che put down his book, looked down at the two long legs that firmly bound his legs under his feet, changed his sitting position indifferently and issued the blockade order: "Before the college entrance examination, you should study honestly."

Tang Ren was stunned, and before he could speak, he said first: "I don't accept any rebuttals."

The little devil took off the cap of the pen, pursed his lips and silently traced the copybook.