lover relationship

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Sleeping for a long time, until the nightless street lights outside flashed his eyes, Sang Ye frowned in his sleep, and snorted impatiently, the light in front of his eyes was quickly blocked by the palms emitting heat.

Sangye's head hurt like a needle, and it took him a while to recover from the drunken pain.Sang Ye opened his eyes and stared at the darkness in front of him.

The sluggishness of being at a loss condensed in his cold sweat little by little along with the bumpy and broken words in his drowsiness.

He heard everything Lin Wei said.

This is the most embarrassing thing for him.

In the past, such things were not unheard of. When fear and panic came, he instinctively wanted to escape, because although he had a high appreciation for his previous lover, he didn't have any attachment or reluctance.

Just like what he said to Lin Wei before, he would say an appropriate "love you" between the beds, or when joking, but it was not meant.

He knew that the person in front of him was just a temporary lover, and he knew that he was just a passerby to them.

The east wind does not come, the catkins do not fly in March, the sound of the scorpion does not make a sound, the spring curtain in March does not lift, Lin Wei is a lonely city, and Sangye closes the windows.

Across walls and tiles, and a heart door, each can hear the other's heartbeat, but no one wants to admit it when they are awake.

It's a strange thing, it's too easy to get, when the spring breeze that passes through the corridor and the door waters the two of them, no matter how barren the land is, new sprouts are about to sprout.

Those tenacious grass seeds seem to come suddenly overnight. The desert is not ready, and the abyss is not ready either. They hold their newborns in their hands and are cautious.

Sang Ye looked at Lin Wei's palm in front of him, and the street lights outside the car window occasionally leaked a little bit of flashing traces through his fingers. Sang Ye suddenly remembered a poem he learned when he was a child——

"Nowhere in the daytime, youth just comes. The moss and flowers are as small as rice, and they also learn to bloom peonies."

Where there is no light, spring will still come. The moss flower is only the size of a grain of rice, but it blooms vigorously like a peony.

At this moment, Sangye clearly heard the sound of flowers blooming deep in his heart. In layers of mist, in layers of barriers, in the middle of the castle of thorns, in the fragile and fragile glass box, the rose bloomed slowly but firmly.

Sang Ye's heart and lungs trembled.

How dare he...he dare not.

Love is both a luxury and a poison, he wants it but dares not.

Until the car stopped slowly, Lin Wei sat in the back seat and obviously noticed Sang Ye's waking up a long time ago. His hand covering Sang Ye's eyes did not move away. They were tacitly afraid of this matter, and none of them dared to wake up. Open your mouth first.

Whoever speaks first will lose.

At that time, after earning face, they will leave each other soon, because they are too unfamiliar with the deep emotion in the word love, almost to the point of taboo.

The proud cold years of debauchery were all their emotional emptiness, which none of them had ever experienced.

They are tacitly afraid of falling in love, and childishly cover up the well-known facts with pretending, pretending that they don't know, and worrying about whether the other party really doesn't know.

After the car stopped, the driver didn't move or speak. The car was very quiet, and they couldn't sit in such an embarrassing way forever.

Lin Wei's fingers moved slightly, and Sang Ye heard him say: "Ah Ye, wake up, it's time..."

Lin Wei swallowed the word "home" into his throat, but he didn't dare to mention it. Now he is sensitive to mentioning anything.

Sang Ye moved his stiff body. In the second half of the journey, he slept on Lin Wei's lap. The seat was not wide, and his whole body felt a little numb.

Lin Wei noticed that Sang Ye's eyelashes brushed his palms and let go of his hands. He looked at each other, and at the same time slightly staggered his eyes-this is even more so here.

So the two of them looked back and forth at each other generously, and the more they looked at each other, the more they liked it, but neither of them said anything.

Lin Wei asked in a low voice, "Does your stomach still hurt?"

Sang Ye rubbed his stomach and felt that Lin Wei's voice was too gentle. He thought about it carefully, and felt that his tone was the same as before. The adjective "gentle" was most likely due to the filter of his supervisor's judgment.

Lin Wei's voice was as low and light as ever, and Sang Ye replied, "It doesn't hurt."

Unconsciously, there was a bit of softness in his speech - after all, the person in front of him had said "love him" so many times just now, and he couldn't be hardened.

But this kind of softness made him feel strange, Sang Ye suddenly frowned and looked at Lin Wei, glaring at him and saying, "You want to care?"

——This state is better, more like the usual him.

Lin Wei's face changed slightly, just now he noticed that Sang Ye woke up, and he also noticed his stiffness, Lin Wei guessed whether Sang Ye had heard his "confession"... The word "confession" is too innocent, let He felt an inexplicable shame.

He was about to melt when he heard Sang Ye's caring and gentle voice like a baby, but who knew that Sang Ye immediately erected the thorns on his body in the next second.

This made Lin Wei very ashamed, as if the bubble economy had collapsed, and he was the only one among the two who was the last loser to take over Bitcoin.

But he didn't seem to mind the change of Sang Ye's face back and forth at all. Lin Wei put his coat on Sang Ye's body, opened the car door and carried him away.

The door of the villa opened quickly, the driver drove away, and Sang Ye was put on the bed by Lin Wei, and he took a hot towel to wipe his sweat, changed into pajamas and pajama pants, and warm air blew out from the air conditioner.Kuwano shrank into the eiderdown quilt, rolled himself into a ball, like a sushi roll made of sweet wine glutinous rice, wrapped around his curves, wrapped up his cautiousness, wrapped up his pain, and only revealed a The top of the black hair.

Lin Wei looked at him for a while, but ignored him, and called the private hospital nearby, and the doctor arrived soon.

Sang Ye doesn't like hospitals or doctors, what they say is nothing more than——

"The patient has a history of gastric ulcer, and the blood in the vomit is likely to be caused by excessive drinking, which caused the gastric mucosa to be damaged again..."

He was still curled up, only one hand was pulled out by Lin Wei, and the cold liquid medicine was poured into his blood vessels along the hose and needle, which made Sang Ye involuntarily think of France in his half-sleeping daze. In the nursing home and his emaciated mother, the smell of the potion aggravated the nausea in his stomach repeatedly. Sang Ye visibly writhed and bit his index finger knuckles in the quilt.

The doctor's words were quickly interrupted, wanting to see if something happened to Sang Ye, Lin Wei wanted to pull the quilt away, but Sang Ye stretched out his hand to hold the quilt tightly so that he wouldn't move.

Lin Wei: "Aye?"

Sang Ye didn't speak, Lin Wei moved closer, pulled the quilt forcefully to expose him, Sang Ye's disheveled hair was blindfolded, and he hid in his arms and said, "Tell him to go."

He said doctor.

The doctor carefully looked at Sang Ye's exposed hands, and after confirming that there were no allergic symptoms or other accidents, he nodded to Lin Chen.

Lin Wei let go of the quilt, and Sang Ye quickly covered himself again.

He heard Lin Wei outside seem to be confirming with the doctor the time and precautions for the gastroscopy examination tomorrow, as well as the endoscopic treatment recommended by the doctor, and then he heard the doctor talking about the century-old taboos and alcohol abstinence.

"... Drinking alcohol again will easily cause repeated erosion of the mucous membrane... He has no symptoms of continuous bleeding now. After taking hemostatic and antacid drugs, there is no need to worry too much, but I still recommend going to the hospital for a comprehensive examination. Confirm whether he has a tear of the esophageal cardia mucosa or erosive gastritis. I guess the probability of the latter is very high. Drug treatment, if the amount of bleeding is heavy, surgery may be required, so you must be cautious when drinking..."

The doctor said: "You can't just act foolishly because you are young."

Sang Ye was so annoyed that they were chattering next to him, and he was too uncomfortable to talk, so he just listened to it with one ear and the other. Anyway, he just listened, and couldn't listen.

He really wanted to move the hand that was infused with the infusion. The medicine was very cold and could not be warmed up, making his palm numb and cold.

After the infusion was removed and the doctor left, Lin Wei's body temperature calmed him down.

Sang Ye looked at Lin Wei complicatedly, and finally couldn't bear the exhaustion and fell asleep.

He had too many social gatherings and drinking parties recently, and he had a terrible sleep this time. When he woke up, his whole body was mushy, and the feeling of vomiting still hadn't subsided completely.

In the end, no matter how hard he struggled, Sang Ye was still taken to the hospital by Lin Wei.

Sang Ye was very angry and helpless, he knew that this was probably the result.

When he arrived at the hospital, Sang Ye completely closed his mouth and refused to open his eyes. He lay on the hospital bed and let the doctor look at him.

Lin Wei recalled the last time he saw him in a private hospital. At that time, Sang Ye was brought to the hospital by Ye Xiaoru, and he was sitting in the corridor looking pitiful as if he was about to die.

There was no blood on his face, and the usual liveliness and excitement had all faded away. Lin Wei felt extremely annoyed by this.

Like a wilted canary that no longer sings, like a shriveled and dead succulent in a flower pot, Lin Wei hates the feeling of being unable to grasp it leaking from his fingers.

He held Sang Ye's hand in his hand, but felt that Sang Ye went further and further away, and he couldn't grasp the vitality.

After three days in the hospital, Sang Ye didn't speak a word to Lin Wei again.

Fu Zhifei came to see him during the period, and after learning that Director Wang had no opinion on him, and the deputy director did not dare to have any opinion, Sang Ye didn't have a good look at Lin Wei.

His pride likes to earn by himself, so what is it for Lin Wei to help him?Relying on the breath of others?But he Sangye didn't depend on others, and he didn't need others to help.

If it weren't for this stomach...

Sang Ye thought bitterly, if it wasn't for this stomach, Lin Wei wouldn't have said anything about loving him, would he?

He was very confused, the debuff added by the hospital made his emotions very complicated, most of them were based on the consideration of the worst situation.

Thinking of his own fragility at that time and the "no love" he said when he was about to collapse, Sang Ye's nose was sour, and he felt that Lin Wei's "love him" was true, but he couldn't believe it at all.

When he was discharged from the hospital, he was almost fully recovered, and he still needs to be recuperated.

Taking advantage of Lin Wei's going out one day, Sang Ye almost immediately ran away from Lin Wei's villa and returned to his apartment.

The company has already started to take annual leave. He missed the company's annual meeting because of illness, and it was all organized by Ms. White, which was said to be very successful.

When Sang Ye opened the door of the house, he received two surprised eyes. It was fine that Miss White hadn't left, and Ye Xiaoru, a local, hadn't returned to her home yet!

The two of them felt a little guilty when they saw Sangye, because Sangye's house was already occupied by all kinds of plush slippers, plush dolls, animation figures, film and television peripherals and ubiquitous cosmetics.

When Sang Ye came back, Miss White was sitting on the sofa with her knees hugged. Ye Xiaoru bent down to remove the pearlescent paper on the mask for her. When he came in, they both turned their heads at the same time. Miss White was very surprised and asked with a tense corner of her mouth: "What do you think?" came back!"

That sound seemed like Sang Ye shouldn't be coming back, Sang Ye carried his things into the guest room, who knew that the closet in the guest room was already full, there was a pile of skin care products on the sink, and his things couldn't fit at all...

Ye Xiaoru followed behind the boss with some embarrassing embarrassment. Miss White followed and spoke first: "We have a lot of things. What are you doing when you come back? Did you quarrel with Lin Wei? What should this be called? Go home? Go back to your mother's house?"

Sang Ye: "..."

He felt a little pain in his stomach... This twisted feeling was weird... It was obviously his house, but he had already started... homesick.

The author has something to say: I walked through Jiangnan

The face waiting in the seasons is like the blooming and falling of a lotus

If the east wind does not come, the catkins in March do not fly

Your heart is like a small lonely city

Just like the bluestone streets in the evening

The sound of footsteps is silent, and the curtain of spring in March is not lifted

Your heart is a small casement closed tightly

My Dada's horseshoe is a beautiful mistake

I'm not a native, I'm a passerby...

——"Mistakes" Zheng Chouyu

Nowhere in the daytime, youth just comes.

The moss flowers are as small as rice, and they also learn to bloom.

—— "Moss" Yuan Mei (Qing Dynasty)

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