stop, don't move

Wen Shiyan would hug Qiao Le very tightly when he slept at night. His chest was pressed against Qiao Le's back, and Qiao Le seemed to be able to feel his strong heartbeat.

Wen Shiyan's faint breath sprayed on the back of Qiao Le's neck. Qiao Le froze and opened his eyes in the darkness.

He fell asleep.

He couldn't figure out Wen Shiyan's mind at all, it didn't seem like he hated him too much, and he definitely didn't like him, when he was with him, he was gentle, but what he said was heart-wrenching, but now the posture of hugging him to sleep is so different So ambiguous.

Wen Shiyan's hand moved suddenly, interrupting Qiao Le's chaotic thoughts. The hand that was originally wrapped around Qiao Le's narrow waist moved upwards, and his fingertips brushed against Qiao Le's swollen nipples.

Qiao Le bit her lip, does this man still play with him when he is asleep?

Wen Shiyan's palm rested on Qiao Le's left chest, as if he was feeling his heartbeat. Qiao Le, who was originally calm, suddenly became flustered, and his heart beat faster.

Qiao Le never thinks how delicious his cooking is. For him, as long as he can fill his stomach, he will never pursue the taste of food too much.

Qiao Le was a little nervous when he was making breakfast, he was afraid that Wen Shiyan would pick on him, or say something nasty to humiliate him.

Qiao Le spread out an egg pancake, and it looked good. Qiao Le tore off a small piece and tasted it. It was light, as if the salt was a little less. Qiao Le made another piece and tasted it again. Compared with the previous one, it seemed a little bit salty.

Qiao Le frowned slightly, and decided not to taste the taste first, but to make a few more and taste them one by one, and throw away the bad ones.

When Wen Shiyan came down, he could see Qiao Le in a pink apron, tinkering with something non-stop. His busy back was a little cute.

Wen Shiyan walked over, put his wrist around Qiao Le's waist and put it on the table, with his chest pressed against Qiao Le's back, in an extremely intimate posture, with the other hand holding Qiao Le's hand holding chopsticks, he took a piece of cake and gave it to him mouth.

"Are you done eating so much?"

Qiao Le thought he would hear Wen Shiyan's comments, but felt a little disappointed. Looking at the eight cakes in different shapes in front of him, he couldn't help but blush.

"Mr. Wen, I will get up earlier next time and do everything well."

When Wen Shiyan heard the word "Mr. Wen", his face immediately turned cold, and his original good mood disappeared.

"Well. Up to you."

Wen Shiyan let go of Qiao Le's hand, "I'm going to the company now, I won't eat."

"what?"

"Does your waist and back still hurt?"

Wen Shiyan ignored Qiao Le's strange expression and asked coldly.

"...It still hurts."

"Apply the medicine yourself and continue at night."

"Oh."

Looking at the back of Wen Shiyan who had already left, Qiao Le felt a slight sense of loss in her heart, only feeling that a piece of her heart was missing like the eight broken cakes behind.

Dry and indescribably sad.

Qiao Le has asked for leave for the past few days, and even her work at Shen Kaixing's place has been delayed. Shen Kaixing has sent text messages to ask how Qiao Le's health is, and Qiao Le only replied a few words briefly.

It's ready.Thank you Brother Shen.No more infusions.

Little did he know that Shen Kaixing read these words over and over for a long time.

Shen Kaixing had always wanted to see Qiao Le, but he didn't even know which hospital he was in. Qiao Le didn't even answer the phone, and he didn't even reply to text messages in the next few days.

When Shen Kaixing saw Qiao Le coming to the store, his eyes lit up, and he ran over to hug Qiao Le tightly.

He never thought that two people who are clearly in the same place can be as unconnected as if they lost contact. He has been staying in the bookstore these days just to wait for Qiao Le to come.

"It's good that Lele has lost weight, it's all right."

"It's okay, thank you Brother Shen."

Qiao Le wrapped himself very tightly, and even put on a turtleneck sweater that he didn't like, in order to cover the mottled marks all over his body. He was glad that it was March day, so no one would be suspicious.

"Thank you, brother, treat you to dinner."

"Well...Brother Shen, I'm here to resign."

Qiao Le looked at Shen Kaixing's smile, but still spoke, with a deep apology in his words.

"Ah?" Shen Kaixing almost thought he heard it wrong, "Why do you want to resign all of a sudden? Are you still in good health? You still think your salary is low, I can give you a raise..."

Shen Kaixing hurriedly said that he had been waiting for Qiao Le for several days, but he did not expect that what he was waiting for was the news that Qiao Le was going to change jobs.

This was like a bolt from the blue to Shen Kaixing, which meant that he couldn't see Qiao Le every day, and it also meant that Qiao Le would get farther and farther away from him, and even one day, there would be no intersection.

"Oh, no, can Qiao Le not leave? I can change the time for you or come to work in different weeks. It is impossible for other people to be like you...so kind and attentive..."

The words were still swallowed, Shen Kaixing was afraid that what he said would scare Qiao Le, and even make their relationship more rigid.

"I'm sorry, Brother Shen," Qiao Le lowered his head and didn't dare to look at Shen Kaixing, "My friend helped me find a good job, a private tutor, and the salary is high and includes food and housing. I have already agreed. I'm sorry, I know you are right. I'm fine, I'm like this..."

"Alas..." Shen Kaixing interrupted Qiao Le and sighed, "Why are you still apologizing? You did nothing wrong. If I go too, I won't force you to stay. Work hard, don't Forget Brother Shen, keep in touch."

"Ah."

Qiao Le nodded, and looked at Shen Kaixing, both of them contained too complicated emotions, affection and pain, nostalgia and parting.

After Qiao Le left the bookstore, he couldn't tell what he felt. He was very satisfied to see Shen Kaixing's sunny smile. He was not that sad. After all, friends are a better distance than lovers.

Qiao Le went back home. In fact, he had nothing to clean up. He just wanted to say goodbye at last.

The house was still dilapidated and deserted, and it seemed that it hadn't changed since he left. Qiao Le picked out a few things and stuffed them into the suitcase, and dragged the suitcase to Qiao Shan's room.

He heard Qiao Shan's voice in the room, but he didn't know why Qiao Shan didn't come out to see him, did he dare or didn't want to?

Qiao Le still couldn't figure out whether Qiao Shan had the slightest regret.

Qiao Shan's room was reeking of alcohol, Qiao Le covered his nose and silently looked at the smoking man sitting on the bed, his eyes glanced at the black and white photo of Liu Min placed beside the bed.

Qiao Shan changed back to the original, with unshaven beard and messy hair, like a homeless man on the street.

"Are you going to let someone else take care of you?"

Qiao Shan exhaled smoke rings and asked in a hoarse voice.

"Ah."

"How can you do such a despicable thing? If they want to kill me, let me die!"

Qiao Shan raised his head and looked at Qiao Shan emotionally, with tears in his scarlet eyes.

"I have to collect your body after you die!" Qiao Le yelled at Qiao Le, the man he hated, "Everyone can call me mean, but you can't except you."

Qiao Le held back his tears, choked up and couldn't make a sound, he endured the pain in his throat and looked at Qiao Shan.

"You are not qualified. What I, Qiao Le, am most worthy of is your adoptive father who has been beating and scolding me for more than ten years!"

The father and son looked at each other, Qiao Shan shook the cigarette ash in his hand, and took another deep breath.

"Brother Qiao Le, are you back?"

Qiao Le was stunned for a while, and heard that it was Liu Meiyi's voice.