Years of love

He still couldn't escape the evening rush hour, the bus was stuck on the overpass for a few minutes before he could move a hundred meters, Zhou Luo didn't feel sleepy at all, the only thing that comforted him was that Yan Qi was sleeping soundly at this time.

After all, he is still young, and he can fall asleep when he wants to, unlike him sometimes staring at the ceiling and thinking about things for a long time at night to barely feel sleepy.

Cheng Ye next to him touched his arm and glanced at Yan Qi: "Sleeping?"

"Well, I'm probably tired." Zhou Luo beat his hands on his thighs, and massaged his stiff neck with the top of the chair back.

"Is it okay?" Cheng Ye asked cautiously.

Zhou Luo didn't look at him, but laughed: "You really can't stop for a moment now, what are you worrying about?"

"I'm fucking Zhou Luo." Cheng Ye poked him on the shoulder with his elbow: "I don't bother to worry about other people's affairs."

Zhou Luo smiled and said, "It's okay, I might go to Jin Yan's house for the Chinese New Year."

Cheng Ye frowned and said, "You know what people mean, you go anyway, don't be self-defeating."

"From my point of view, Jinlan and Yuanli are colleagues. If they can't be drawn into an alliance, they can't become competitors. It's very easy for Jinlan to crush anyone in the industry. This is one. Second, Chen Ze came to Yuanli for you. No matter how I say it, I have to give them an explanation. Third, aside from these things, just because Uncle Jin watched us grow up, and the relationship between him and my uncle, even if I invite you as an elder, I can’t shirk it. Drop." Zhou Luo finished speaking and glanced at Cheng Ye.

"I found out that you're alive..." Cheng Ye sighed, "I'm so fucking tired."

"Really?" Zhou Luo smiled: "I'm used to it."

"You don't owe anyone anything, why make yourself so messed up? You should live the most relaxed and carefree life." Cheng Ye looked at him and said.

"All the elders around me are more or less kind to me. I can do whatever I want, but I'm not that kind of person after all." Zhou Luo took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, but he didn't light it : "So I'm afraid that one day, there will be someone who makes me want to break through all this, so that I no longer feel that those people's care for me is a kindness. I should know how to be grateful and repay, I am afraid that I will only care about me Myself, do you understand? Cheng Ye, I can't be shaken."

Cheng Ye looked straight at him.

He understood this, but it sounded dull.The most essential difference between Zhou Luo and him is that he grew up in a honeypot and has a complete family, so that he can always act as a child at home. He has confidence and bargaining chips. Like my own child, my joy, anger, sorrow, and joy are all up to my willingness, who made you give birth to me.

Zhou Luo, who was in high school, was much more mature than their peers. He could do everything well, and no one could fault him. At that time, Cheng Ye felt that Zhou Luo's emotions and desires were sealed with silver needles by a monk. The opposite sex doesn't have any ideas, doesn't have any expectations about relationships, walks on a road that never says "no" to family members, and drives himself into what he is today.

Because Zhou Luo was too kind, he couldn't learn to be for himself.

"What are you going to do now?" Cheng Ye asked him in a low voice.

"I don't know." Zhou Luo lowered his head, looked at his hands and said, "I haven't thought about it."

Yan Qi next to him opened his eyes slightly, and then slowly closed them again.

Cheng Ye stopped talking, the inside of the car was pitch black, and the streetlights on the overpass occasionally cast a few halos inside the car, making Zhou Luo's expression a bit gloomy.

When the white light in the car was turned on, there was a chattering sound in the car, and everyone felt that they had finally arrived at the work unit.When Cheng Ye pulled Chen Ze to stand up, he found that Zhou Luo had fallen asleep.

After all, it was still too hard, Cheng Ye thought, or maybe it was because the person he cared about was quietly by his side.

"Get up." Cheng Ye shook Zhou Luo's shoulder: "We're here, hurry up and drive Yan Qi home before going to sleep."

Zhou Luo stared and opened his eyes that were a little red from sleep. First, he was shaken by the dazzling incandescent light, and quickly raised his hand to block the light: "I fell asleep?"

"I'm so surprised." Cheng Ye waited for everyone to get out of the car before taking a step towards the aisle, pulled Chen Ze out of the seat and pushed him, then turned to Zhou Luo and said, "Go home."

"Yeah." Zhou Luo settled down, blinked hard a few times, reached out and groped to the side, touched Yan Qi's clothes, pulled and said, "Yan Qi, you're home."

no response.

Zhou Luo turned his head and glanced at him, then half hugged Yan Qi's body nestled in the seat and straightened him upright: "Yan Qi, go home and go to sleep, I'll drive the car out before you get out of the car, are you sleeping in the car?" Take off your down jacket, get out of the car and wait..."

Before Zhou Luo finished speaking, he felt something was wrong with Yan Qi.

He didn't respond at all.

"Yan Qi?" Zhou Luo had a bad premonition, and hurriedly raised his hand to touch Yan Qi's face, who knew that this touch directly shocked Zhou Luo, the temperature was astonishingly hot.

"Yan Qi!" Zhou Luo shook Yan Qi's shoulder vigorously: "Open your eyes and look at me!"

Cheng Ye, who hadn't gotten out of the car with one leg, heard Zhou Luo's cry, and ran back in a hurry: "What's the matter? What's the matter with Yan Qi?"

"I have a fever." Zhou Luo's expression was very serious: "I didn't notice it, how could I not notice it."

When Zhou Luo said this, it was all blaming herself.Cheng Ye interrupted his negative emotions at the right time: "Is the fever severe? Should I go home or go to the hospital?" After speaking, he touched Yan Qi's forehead and quickly withdrew his hand.

"Isn't it fucking [-] degrees?" Cheng Ye hurriedly fumbled for the car keys from Zhou Luo's pocket: "I'll drive your car here first, the temperature has to go to the hospital."

"No..." Yan Qi frowned, and it took him a while to squeeze out two words.

"What if you don't go? I don't know if you've been infected or caught the flu. Now that the flu is so severe, you need to go for a blood test." Cheng Ye dragged Chen Ze to the parking lot without waiting for his reply.

"Be obedient, go to the hospital." Zhou Luo helped Yan Qi up, and he instinctively wanted to hug Yan Qi, but the child in front of him was no longer the child who could be lifted up with one arm, he had grown up long ago Zhou Luo had no choice but to grab the young man who was nearly 1.8 meters high by the shoulders, carefully protecting him.

"I'm not going, brother." Yan Qi muttered softly: "I want to go home, there is medicine at home, I'll just take a Fenbid."

"When did you start being disobedient?" Zhou Luo's voice was a little deep.

"I may not listen to you anymore." Yan Qi smiled palely: "Will you drive me away?"

Zhou Luo ignored him. After getting out of the car, he first thanked the employees who wanted to help, and took Yan Qi into the back seat of his car.

"Go home." Zhou Luo said to Cheng Ye, "Go home first."

The car quickly turned into the community.

"Drive me back directly." Zhou Luo got out of the car and closed the door: "Come pick me up for work tomorrow."

"Don't be ridiculous, if Yan Qi's fever gets worse at night, you must take him to the hospital by car." Cheng Ye was about to turn off the car when he said that, but Zhou Luo stopped him.

"Even if you don't think about yourself, think about Chen Ze and go home quickly." After Zhou Luo finished speaking, he dragged Yan Qi into the building without giving them a chance to say no.

The familiar environment, the familiar smell, the familiar feeling, Yan Qi only felt that the breath hanging in his heart was finally let out, his body was so weak that he almost fell to the ground when he entered the house.

Zhou Luo hugged him horizontally, but fortunately, he walked to the bedroom within a few steps. Zhou Luo thought that even with Yan Qi's physique, he could still hold on.

Unexpectedly, with this hug, Zhou Luo immediately frowned, Yan Qi's body was very light, so light that he felt scared.

Regardless of his chaotic emotions, he put Yan Qi on the bed, didn't even take off his down jacket, just took off his Converse shoes, and pulled the quilt to cover him tightly.

"I think..." Yan Qi's hair was drenched with sweat: "Take a shower."

"What's the wind?" Zhou Luo glared at him: "Take a bath with a fever, do you want to die?"

"It's sticky, it's uncomfortable." Yan Qi took out his hand from under the quilt and wiped his forehead: "It's all sweat, it's uncomfortable."

"Be patient." Zhou Luo interrupted him impatiently: "I'll get you medicine."

"Brother." Yan Qi covered the quilt and called Zhou Luo: "I don't feel well, I really want to take a bath."

Zhou Luo's patience ran out, and he looked at Yan Qi angrily: "Are you torturing me, or are you torturing yourself?"

A smile appeared on Yan Qi's pale face: "You...you can see it."

"Yan Qi." Zhou Luo sighed with difficulty: "I don't like the way you're ignorant now, restrain yourself a bit."

Yan Qi was silent, and seemed to be obediently falling asleep.

When Zhou Luo walked into the room with a water glass and pills in his hand, he only heard Yan Qi's regular breathing. He hesitated for a while whether to wake Yan Qi up to take the medicine, but finally put the water and pills on the bedside table, and walked lightly. out of the room.

Zhou Luo dug out a new quilt from the closet and patted it on, but there was no strange smell.

He took out the sheets and made another bed on the bed in the guest bedroom, tucked the corners under Simmons, took the pillow and threw it at the head of the bed, took off his jacket and trousers, and pulled the quilt over his body.

When doing these movements, he only felt sleepy, but when his head touched the pillow, he was sober enough to do a whole set of Tai Chi that Zhou Xun taught him to cultivate his body, which was really tormenting.

The more sober you are, the easier it is to think wildly, your mind is buried silently by the darkness around you, and no one can see it, so that Zhou Luo can think clearly about Yan Qi without any scruples.

But as soon as he closed his eyes, it was the expression of Yan Qi crying in his arms. He cried so sadly that his heart softened when he cried, which was really irresistible.

After all, it was the child he watched grow up.

Zhou Luo knew very well that Yan Qi's behavior today almost made him lose control. Fortunately, he knew that if he indulged his emotions, Yan Qi would never get back on track.

A young man with outstanding looks, excellent academic performance, and versatile talents, there is no reason for outsiders to ignore his strengths because of emotional matters, pointing fingers, even Yan Qi can ignore everything, but Zhou Luo can't.

After thinking about the messy thoughts in his heart, Zhou Luo finally felt a little sleepy.

After sleeping for a few minutes, he heard the sound of glass shattering, and he woke up instantly. He threw off the quilt and ran into his bedroom before he even had time to put on his slippers.

Yan Qi had one arm drooping under the bed, and the younger half of his prone body had already leaned out of the bed, with a broken glass in his hand, but he didn't see the pills, which should have happened after he finished taking them.

Zhou Luo turned Yan Qi's hot body over, tucked his arms back into the quilt and tucked the quilt up for him again. After cleaning up the glass debris on the floor, he looked at Yan Qi before closing the door, and closed the door softly again.

"You don't want to sleep with me anymore, right?" Yan Qi's voice came clearly through the crack of the bedroom door before it closed.

Zhou Luo paused and said nothing.

"You won't sleep with me anymore, will you?" In the darkness, Yan Qiwei opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling, his bloodless lips opened and closed, speaking with little strength.

"You are sick now, don't think too much, just close your eyes and take a good rest." Zhou Luo replied lightly.

"You are still young, and you don't understand many things. You haven't grown up yet, so I will talk about it later. You are still sick, so don't think so much." Yan Qi repeated what Zhou Luo said to him today: "Then What? I am an adult, I have grown up, I have recovered from my illness, can you give me what I want?"

"What do you want?" Zhou Luo asked patiently.

"I want you to never leave me." Yan Qi was breathing heavily when he said this.

"I will never leave you, I said it long ago." Zhou Luo looked at him.

"You know what I mean." Yan Qi smiled: "Anyway, no matter what I say, you will not think with your own thinking, you will only follow my words, and you will only think that I am childish."

Zhou Luo didn't answer this time.

"Brother." Yan Qi closed his eyes: "Why did you bring me back?"

Zhou Luo sighed inaudibly, feeling extremely heavy in his heart.

"I listen to you." Yan Qi's voice became weaker and weaker: "I listen to you in everything."

After speaking, he didn't move any more.

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