he is a transparent person

The market is noisy, mixed with a faint salty smell and full of fireworks.

Xie Zhijin and Jiang Yao shuttled through the crowd. The former walked forward without looking back, but found that the latter was a few steps behind, and his walking speed gradually slowed down until they walked side by side.

Jiang Yao held the candied haws that Xie Zhijin bought for him, and the other party had already opened it for him. He silently bit one, the sour taste of the hawthorn exploded, and his facial features suddenly wrinkled up. Feeling embarrassed to spit it out, he swallowed it whole, and said with a sneer, "It's so sour."

He just said it casually, but Xie Zhijin held his wrist a little higher, lowered his head and bit off a candied haws.

Jiang Yao looked at Xie Zhijin's movements in amazement, seeing that the brows of the other party frowned, he must have been tortured by this hawthorn.

Xie Zhijin swallowed the food anyway, and then said, "Don't eat it."

Jiang Yao held onto the stick tightly, and replied, "Don't waste your money, it's not bad..."

It was really a sentence against his will, he himself didn't believe it, but Xie Zhijin didn't say anything more.

The two walked around the market in silence. Compared to the lively environment around them, they were so quiet that they were a bit out of place. Jiang Yao wanted to say something a few times, but it was obvious that Xie Zhijin was in a bad state of mind, and he took it back when he reached his mouth.

He was actually very worried about Xie Zhijin's illness. According to Aunt Xie's description, Xie Zhijin had already developed somatic symptoms, and last night he saw his illness with his own eyes.

I heard that people with emotional illnesses are very sensitive. Jiang Yao was worried that what he said would aggravate Xie Zhijin's condition. After thinking about it, he could only find some light topics, "Do you want potato chips or jelly? There is a home in front of you." Grocery store, shall we go shopping?"

Seeing Xie Zhijin nod his head, Jiang Yao breathed a sigh of relief and walked ahead to lead the way.

Crowded with people, an uncle walked in a hurry and accidentally bumped into Xie Zhijin's shoulder.

Jiang Yao turned around and saw Xie Zhijin with a pale face and said it was okay.

The other party was already two steps behind him, and seemed to be scattered by the crowd at any moment—he remembered the days when he went to play on National Day, there were so many people, Xie Zhijin was afraid that he would get lost, so he held his hand forcefully and refused to let go.

At that moment, he felt that Xie Zhijin was making too much of a fuss, but at this moment, he also had the same mentality.

Action preceded consciousness, Jiang Yao stepped back in two or three steps, and held Xie Zhijin's hand tightly.

A gleam of light flashed in Xie Zhijin's eyes, and he looked at him calmly. He pursed his lips and said calmly, "It's just around the corner, let's hurry up."

The cold and warm hands are intertwined in the cold winter, and they have not been let go for a long time.

On the way back, Xie Zhijin fell asleep in the car.

He had insomnia for many days and had to rely on drugs to barely fall asleep, but now he slept soundly.

Father Xie made a silent movement, lowered his voice and said, "Jiang Yao has a way," and told Father Jiang, "Slow down and let Zhijin sleep more."

The car was jolted by the speed bump, and Xie Zhijin faintly showed signs of waking up.

Jiang Yao stared at the blue-gray eyes of the young man, thought for a while and moved over, letting Xie Zhijin fall asleep on his own.

He controlled the urge to smooth the center of his eyebrows, and stared at Xie Zhijin's face while he was asleep.

Get better soon, Jiang Yao thought, he still can't see Xie Zhijin frustrated.

—

New Year's Eve came in a blink of an eye.

Jiang Yao called He Ming for three consecutive days, but the other party refused to answer, and only communicated with him in text. Jiang Yao, who had never been neglected by the other party, felt uncomfortable because of the gap between before and after. Fortunately, He Ming finally Ken answered his video call.

As soon as the screen was connected, Jiang Yao looked at the young man on the screen ecstatically, and then showed a little grievance, "I thought you would never talk to me again."

He Ming deliberately moved closer to tease him, "Let me see who is crying."

Jiang Yao's eyes were moist, he took a breath and said, "He Ming, can we make up?"

He Ming ignored him for the past few days, he felt like a big rock was blocked in his heart, and he couldn't get excited about doing anything.

He Ming didn't speak, Jiang Yao wished he could go through the screen immediately: Making ○ Ge Woci went to the other party's side and told He Ming his worries, he murmured, "I miss you so much, it would be great if we could meet. ...."

In that way, he can not only express his love for He Ming with words, maybe hug or kiss, but also clearly tell the other party how much he misses with intimate body movements.

But now he and He Ming are separated by hundreds of kilometers, and they are even in a cold war—if this can be called a cold war.

Jiang Yao choked up, and continued, "Make up, He Ming, please."

He stared at the young man expectantly, and as if he was afraid of being rejected by the other party, his eyes were red with nervousness.

Fortunately, He Ming didn't let his peace proposal fail, "Okay, then you promise me one thing."

Not to mention one thing, as long as He Ming is willing to reconcile with him as before, Jiang Yao can agree to ten things without hesitation, his eyes lit up, "I promise."

"So positive?" He Ming's eyes were tinged with a smile, and he lowered his voice, "Call my husband first."

Jiang Yao's eyes widened in disbelief, then his cheeks became hot, and he let out a dumbfounded sound.

He Ming raised his eyebrows. He is beautiful, and there is a bit of evil in doing this gesture, "Did you really not hear clearly or pretend to not hear clearly?"

In Jiang Yao's perception, only married couples can call out such a title. He was too ashamed to hesitate, but He Ming stared straight at him, as if he would never give up.

In such a straightforward look, Jiang Yao's whole body became hot.

He bit his lip, blushing to the point of bleeding, even though he was shy, but thinking that he had promised He Ming, he finally lowered his head and shouted, his voice was as thin as a mosquito, "Husband..."

He Ming said slightly dissatisfied, "If you don't look at me, how do I know who you are calling?"

Jiang Yao had no choice but to hold back his embarrassment and raised his eyes to look at He Ming, and repeated in a low voice, "Husband."

The heat spread from the soles of his feet to his face, and Jiang Yao couldn't hide from He Ming's narrow smile. He buried his face in the bed, poked out his shy eyes, and muttered, "Can you make up?"

He Ming smiled and nodded.

A big stone in Jiang Yao's heart finally fell, and he rolled his eyes with a sincere smile.

Still wanting to say more, Mother Jiang unscrewed the door abruptly, Jiang Yao was startled, turned the phone upside down, and looked at her mother in astonishment.

"It's almost dinner time, what are you doing hiding in the room, come out and help."

Jiang Yao didn't dare to vent his anger, so he responded quickly, and only dared to whisper to He Ming again when his mother was far away, "I have to die."

The two were tired of talking a few more words before hanging up the call. Jiang Yao thought of that address, his face still hot, and he climbed out of bed with a smile to help in the kitchen.

This year is similar to every previous year, and there is nothing unusual, but Jiang Yao no longer takes the initiative to go upstairs to find Xie Zhijin.

Compared with the Jiang family's enthusiastic New Year's Eve, the Xie family was a little gloomy.

Xie Zhijin only ate half of the New Year's Eve dinner and couldn't swallow it. After taking medicine, he saw improvement. Xie's mother was afraid that he would be bored, so she took him downstairs to pay New Year's greetings with her New Year's goods.

Jiang Yao had no choice but to act as an accompanying guest. The two families watched the Spring Festival Gala in the living room. He looked at Xie Zhijin's side face from time to time. The other party lacked interest, and the surrounding seemed to be surrounded by a transparent wall, blocking all the excitement.

Jiang's mother saw Xie Zhijin's indifference, and thought that Xie Zhijin didn't like watching TV, so she sent Jiang Yao to take Xie Zhijin to the room to play. This was the most normal thing in the past, but Jiang Yao was a little hesitant.

"Why are you so coy, why don't you go quickly?"

Jiang Yao hoped that Xie Zhijin would refuse, but Xie Zhijin didn't speak, so he could only bite the bullet and take him to the room.

"My mother is like that, don't mind."

Jiang Yao stood by the table, in order not to appear so uncomfortable, he took a Rubik's Cube to play with. Unfortunately, he was uneasy and couldn't recover after turning it several times. Xie Zhijin took it, and twisted it in two or three times.

When the Rubik's Cube was handed back, Jiang Yao saw a small piece of flesh exposed from Xie Zhijin's sleeve, and said in surprise, "Are you injured?"

Jiang Yao checked anxiety disorders on the Internet, and heard that some seriously ill patients would be unable to control self-harm. His heart skipped a beat, and he quickly grabbed the other person's wrist, and rolled up the cuff of the sleeve—the flesh an inch above the wrist It was bluish-purple, accompanied by redness and swelling from being rubbed by hard objects. It didn't look like a knife wound, but wear and tear after being restrained for a long time.

Xie Zhijin wanted to take his hand back, but Jiang Yao grabbed it with strength from nowhere, his eyes suddenly turned red as if they were burned by the sight, "How did you do it?"

Xie Zhijin acted as if he didn't know the pain, and replied calmly, "It's okay."

Jiang Yao gritted his teeth in anger at the other party's two words, and asked, "Then how can it be considered a problem?"

This was the first time Jiang Yao showed his claws in front of Xie Zhijin, but it was only for a moment, and only the soft pads were left, he choked up and said, "You are always like this, you don't say anything, that's why you get sick... ..."

The worries that had been deliberately hidden for many days suddenly poured out like a flood. He didn't dare to touch Xie Zhijin's wound, and it hurt just looking at it.

Jiang Yao raised his eyes to look at Xie Zhijin, and the other party's bloodless face showed a trace of bewilderment, as if he was moved by his tears, and he asked without any deterrent force, "Why is this happening?"

Xie Zhijin pursed his lips, "You want to know?"

Jiang Yao sobbed and nodded.

As if afraid of scaring him, Xie Zhijin approached him slowly, held his hand instead, and said in a cold voice, "I don't want you to hate me."

Jiang Yao opened his eyes in surprise, how could he hate Xie Zhijin?

"Only in this way can I restrain myself from appearing in front of you," Xie Zhijin pushed him against the edge of the table, his dark eyes were like ink like night, his protruding Adam's apple rolled, and he said in a very difficult way, "You ask me why, I I also want to ask myself why I can't help getting closer to you even though I know we are drifting away."

"Jiang Yao, can you tell me why?"

The two were very close, and their warm breaths were entangled.

Jiang Yao saw a different Xie Zhijin, like a traveler walking in the desert but unable to find an oasis. Buried in the dust.

Jiang Yao couldn't give Xie Zhijin an answer, but no one knew better than him that even if he refused repeatedly, even if he lied to himself, he never stopped liking Xie Zhijin.

It turns out that a person's heart can really be divided into two halves, and two people can be accommodated.

It was so heavy that it hurt him a lot.

Xie Zhijin stared at him deeply, with never-before-seen enthusiasm in his eyes, and slowly kissed him.

Jiang Yao heard his heart beating like a drum, and his hands on the table gradually tightened.

During the rapid breathing, the four lips pressed together, sucking kisses uncontrollably——

The unlocked door was suddenly pushed open, Mother Jiang's voice mixed with the laughter of the Spring Festival Gala, "You two..."

Jiang Yao looked over in panic, and saw his mother's terrified expression as if she had seen a ghost.

He was still held in Xie Zhijin's arms, the blush on his face did not fade, but the blood all over his body was flowing backwards, his limbs were as stiff as if they were frozen.

Fireworks were set off outside the window, and the bang was deafening.

One year old.

Three ways

Xiao He: When I was young, I called him my wife, but when I grew up, I called her my husband.

Xiao Xie: I met my mother-in-law.

Xiao Jiang: It's over, it's over, it's over...