flammable relationship

With the help of tranquilizers, Wei Ran slept peacefully all night, and Fu Yiheng guarded him all night, using warm fingertips again and again to smooth those brows that refused to relax even in sleep.

The soft light spread over the bed, Fu Yiheng propped his chin and looked at the face carefully, looking for clues, when his hesitant eyes touched the two black spots that existed all year round in Wei Ran's eyes, he was shocked suddenly.He suddenly realized that for a long time, Wei Ran always seemed to have problems sleeping.

Or be haunted by nightmares.He had personally witnessed Wei Ran being awakened by a nightmare when he was dozing off in the classroom, and he had also seen Wei Ran shed a tear as soon as he opened his eyes in order to wait for him to accidentally fall asleep at the door.Thinking back now, no matter what happened in the dream, the fear and despair in those eyes were all terribly real. At that time, it was normal for a young man to be sensitive. A heart made of ground meat.

Or simply stay awake.In high school, I only slept for three or four hours a day because I had to balance my studies and part-time jobs. In college, I had to earn my first pot of gold day and night.Fu Yiheng tried his best to rummage through his memory, and finally found helplessly that the only few times he shared the same bed, he always fell asleep first, and when he woke up, he met Wei Ran's smiling eyes again. He didn't know if he slept, when he slept, and how the quality of sleep was.

Fu Yiheng felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, layer after layer of chill appeared all over his body.He should have noticed it earlier, what is wrong with Wei Ran, he should be the first to notice it, was his vigilance eaten by a dog before the onset of symptoms?

Since when did he become blind enough to believe that Wei Ran has the ability to handle everything?Is it because Wei Ran has always been too strong?Or was he unknowingly spoiled long ago, only caring about enjoying being loved and pampered?No, Fu Yiheng shook his head, it was fundamentally wrong.This is a problem of consciousness. In the past, he always thought that those pains would pass by themselves, and time could always heal everything. Interfering and asking more questions not only disrespected the privacy of his partner, but even caused secondary harm by mentioning it again.So he has been suppressing and suppressing to cover up his curiosity.

Had it been his fault all along?

It turns out that not only will some traumas not pass away, but will they accumulate and form lesions?

After a long night, Fu Yiheng leaned against the head of the bed in a daze, condemned himself from the inside out, and forgot to sleep.When Wei Ran woke up, he met a pair of red eyes.

"Are you awake?" As soon as he opened his mouth, Fu Yiheng realized that his voice was unbearably rough, like an iron wheel crushing on a gravel road. He cleared his throat, his throat hurt like swallowing a razor blade, but he couldn't stop talking , it seems that the situation is very bad-even though Wei Ran's state is indeed very bad at the moment.

"Are you hungry?" He lifted the quilt and got out of bed, pulled the corners of his mouth and squeezed out a smile, "Do you want to eat something? You didn't have an appetite last night and you ate too little. I asked the villa kitchen to cook porridge early in the morning. My son should also..."

Wei Ran rolled his confused eyes and took his hand, trying to pull him into his arms.There was no movement this time, Fu Yiheng stood on the spot with his head down, not knowing what he was resisting.

Wei Ran closed his eyes, his pupils shrank sharply like a sting, and let go.

He sat up, and the original dirty clothes were replaced, the blood and mud disappeared, and his whole body was refreshed, from the clean hair to the nails, it was obvious that they had been carefully scrubbed and tidied up.Apart from Fu Yiheng, there is no one who does these things.

But Fu Yiheng can clean his body, but he can't clean his brain, he remembers what he did.Consciousness returned, and the blood on his face faded away in the blink of an eye.

The silence lasted for too long, and each other's breathing could be heard, but it was not as difficult as imagined.

Fu Yiheng sat back on the bed again, not daring to look at him, rubbed against his side, stretched out his hands and hugged his waist tightly, buried his head and face in the crook of his neck, bowed his body and took a deep breath.

Wei Ran knew that Teacher Fu was making self-adjustment, trying to be mentally prepared, and face the upcoming topic with the best mentality and appearance.

"Fu Yiheng." Wei Ran rubbed the base of his ear with his palm, stroked his hair with his fingers, and admitted bitterly, "I seem to be sick."

"Yeah." Fu Yiheng's voice was muffled, "It's nothing, we all get sick."

Wei Ran hummed.

"But." After a while, he said again, "I'm mentally ill."

Fu Yiheng folded his arms and hugged him even tighter: "So what? Should it be treated or should it be treated? Mental illnesses cannot be specialized."

"The problem is, it may never be cured." Wei Ran exhaled tremblingly, "I know this, my mother has never been able to cure bipolar disorder in her life, and it has been more than ten or twenty years. It is not like Cancer can't be cured, but it won't die in a while."

"What nonsense? Isn't this diagnosed yet?"

"I can't run away. Neuropathy is inherited, really, I'm not joking." He was calm now, his eyes were indifferent, with a sense of sadness of resignation, "Maybe this is the fatalism that the gods talk about in the legend, I After all, I still can’t escape. A few days ago, I was still thinking that a person like me can be blessed by God. It’s a miracle in the world to meet you and get you as I wish. ..."

Fu Yiheng fell silent, and Wei Ran felt the hot moisture from the cotton collar, so he guessed that his teacher Fu might be crying.

"I'm not afraid of getting these diseases." Wei Ran comforted, his choked up voice was unprecedentedly weak and haggard, "I'm afraid of dragging you down. The torment a sober person suffers is no less than that of a crazy person. I understand this pain too well. , watching helplessly but being helpless, and the time has passed for a long time, good and bad, and finally fall into an endless loop, this is too cruel for you. So Fu Yiheng..."

"Don't say it!" Fu Yiheng interrupted him, viciously peeling off his collar and biting his shoulders, his posture seemed to be unstoppable when there was no blood, but in fact, the thunder was strong and the rain was light, leaving only a circle of tooth marks that were not deep and not shallow.

After nibbling and wiping away tears, he jumped up and threatened: "Do you dare to try breaking up at this time! Impossible, don't even think about it, who do you think I am? A coward who runs away when encountering a little difficulty? Obediently let me see a doctor, should I take medicine, should be diagnosed and treated, what are you thinking about all day long!"

Wei Ran was stunned. He had never seen Mr. Fu with sharp teeth and sharp mouth. He was a little distracted by the shaking, and couldn't organize his words for a while: "No, it's not. I just..."

"Just what?" This man was clearly in tears just now, but now he was alive with his hips crossed, and his aura was still very bluffing.

Acting like that.

"I just want to give you one more choice." Wei Ran sighed, pulled him back, pressed his hair on his thigh, and rubbed his head, "I just want to say, someday you can't stand it anymore and want to leave, I Do not blame you."

Fu Yiheng didn't believe it, and poked his chest to make him ask himself: "Are you willing?"

Wei Ran honestly: "Reluctant."

"Then don't mention it in the future."

"Don't mention it."

"you promise!"

"I promise."

Fu Yiheng was satisfied, his tense nerves were slightly soothed, sleepiness hit him immediately, he muttered something in a nasal voice, and fell asleep in a blink of an eye.

"How could I be willing to let you go?" Wei Ran brushed away the broken hair on his forehead, and pressed a kiss, and opened and closed his lips slightly against the warm skin, "I'm afraid that there will be too much internal friction at that time, and there will be mutual resentment, You can't wait to leave as soon as possible."

Zhou Ao's wedding was held as scheduled, Wei Ran sat in the guest seat and applauded like everyone else, Fu Yiheng was the best man like everyone else, walking the stage according to the script.From the beginning to the end, Wei Ran paid no attention to the happy couple, and his fiery eyes fell on Fu Yiheng who was wearing a black tuxedo.

If Teacher Fu gets married someday, it should be as dazzling as it is now.He inevitably fell into imagination.That day should be a good day in spring. The sky was clear and the grass was growing. The groom was dressed in a neat suit.

The taste should be sweet, just like the snowflake crisps made by Mr. Fu, with white sugar several times that of human beings.

In the imagination, there is no one around the groom.

Wei Ran's self-reflection may be because he thinks from the bottom of his heart that it doesn't matter who this person is, and whether he is himself is not important. There is only one important thing--as long as his teacher Fu is happy.

The wedding ceremony took a sensational route. Zhou Ao spent a lot of money and hired a mature film team to direct a set of love documentaries. Many people were crying after watching it, most of them were friends of Hua Rao, especially Hua Yinuo's crying was the most Loud.

Fu Yiheng didn't understand which point in the documentary touched the sensitive nerves of the seven-year-old child. He coaxed him several times to no avail. Once the daughter started crying, she couldn't step on the brakes. In the end, Wei Ran said, "If you cry again, your two fathers will be fine." Then go and adopt an obedient younger sister." He was so intimidated that he fell silent.After that, when Qianjin looked at Brother Wei again, there was an indescribable shadow of childhood in her eyes.

Among the guests at Zhou Ao's side, some of them highly overlap with Fu Yiheng's circle of friends. This group of people heard that Fu Junzi was planted in the hands of a little wolf dog ten years younger than him when he was only [-] years old. Lao Niu is not ashamed to eat young grass. Some people inquire about the relationship between the two, and even those who are out of tune, secretly care about Mr. Fu's waist, and strongly recommend a certain brand of testosterone and Indian oil.

This group of bad friends are all acquainted with each other, without exception, they didn't mention the little episode at the bonfire party last night.

Fu Yiheng was so disturbed by them that his brain hurt, and he reasoned that he drank too much and wanted to go back to his room to catch up on sleep.Everyone refused at first, until someone signaled with their eyes that there was a tall and long-legged gentleman not far away with a coat hanging in his arms, and he was looking at the table with a smile all the time.These people suddenly realized: the co-authored little wolf dog is waiting.

So there was another wave of booing, and three glasses of wine were fined before he was released.

Fu Yiheng put down his wine glass and walked over lightly, holding his waist with a pair of powerful hands.

Wei Ran leaned into his ear, teasing with a smile, his voice was low and sexy: "I heard them say you are an old cow eating young grass."

"Bah." Fu Yiheng's ears turned red/tide, "Obviously my old grass was eaten by your tender cow, tsk, I don't think it hurts my teeth."

"No teeth." Wei Ran blew maliciously into his neck, and bit his ear, "It's very soft."

This is against my will, they are all genuine men, everyone should have a lot of muscles, how can they be soft?

After returning to the room, Wei Ran began to consider Fu Yiheng's body on the ground, pinching his waist and buttocks, and making supplementary explanations inch by inch.

This teacher Wei is very competent. He doesn't just talk to himself when teaching, but insists on holding Fu Yiheng's hand and letting the students understand it by themselves.

"Here, is it soft?" Fu Yiheng's hand was forced to press on his lips, stayed for a while, then probed into the mouth, touching the soft and moist tongue, "There is still inside."

"It's so soft that it hangs on me, are you still stubborn?"

"Well, it's hard here." Wei Ran guided, teased with evil intentions, asked over and over again, laughed and said nasty words, and kept teasing.

Fu Yiheng was tortured to death by him, and he didn't know what he babbled and babbled, he just felt ashamed and flustered, and the tailbone kept getting electricity, which made him burrow into the quilt.

However, every time he drilled halfway, he was caught by the ankle and stripped out again, and changed positions and places as a punishment.

During this period, Fu Yiheng covered his mouth and trembled, and there was one thought all over his body: If the cow is really tender, strong, and not dead tired, the field has been damaged by plowing.

They hung out like this for the whole afternoon, after dinner, the guests scattered, Zhou Ao and his wife took their children to see the Aurora, Fu Yiheng led Wei Ran, and knocked on the door of Zhang Xu's room.

The author has something to say: I can’t tell whether it’s sugar or a knife. It may be a mixture of knife and sugar. Be cautious when eating it to prevent teeth from being broken.

Still grateful.

Thanks to the little angels who voted for me~

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