lose color

Although Wang Zhe promised that the Queen Mother would find an opportunity to talk to Chen Liu about this matter, but in reality, his opportunity was not found so quickly.

Chen Liu still kept his temper and didn't talk to him all night, even when the queen mother politely prepared two rooms for them, Chen Liu didn't object.

But in fact, when Chen Liu stayed with Wang Zhe to accompany the queen mother to clean up the house, after taking a bath, when he returned to his own room, he saw that familiar face on his bed.

The man who took a shower early and said he was going to sleep is now occupying his bed.

"Why didn't you stay in your room?" Wang Zhe couldn't help sniggering when he closed the door.

Chen Liu snorted coldly and turned his back to him.

Wang Zhe came over, turned his back to Chen Liu, took off his clothes, and when he turned around again, he saw someone turned around at some point and looked straight at him.

Wang Zhe leaned over and looked at the man who was looking at him with his head on his elbows. Just as he was about to say something, the man grabbed his neck and kissed him.

Wang Zhe didn't stand still, and was pulled onto the bed by his strength. Chen Liu turned him over and changed to a more comfortable position. on the lips.

His kisses came eagerly and passionately, like a torrential rain in early summer, without any gaps to slow down, they fell on people densely, not letting go of every inch of breath.This also made Wang Zhe gasp for breath very quickly.

Only then did Chen Liu let go of him, covered his mouth, hissed lightly, and reminded in a hoarse voice, "The sound insulation in this room is not good."

Wang Zhe slowly pulled Chen Liu away to cover his mouth, held his breath, and asked, "Boyfriend isn't angry anymore?"

"You're angry, boyfriend." Chen Liu snapped back.

"Then how can my boyfriend not be angry?" Wang Zhe stood up and kissed Chen Liu, like a superficial touch, making Chen Liu's heart rippling.

Chen Liu didn't go any further, he just looked at Wang Zhe and remained silent for a long time without answering.

It was so long that Wang Zhe thought he had nothing to do, so long that Wang Zhe decided to turn his back and turn on the bedside lamp to see the emotions of the person in front of him.

However, Chen Liu suddenly hugged Wang Zhe from behind, took Wang Zhe's outstretched hand, leaned his head on Wang Zhe's back, and rubbed against him.

"Have you figured it out?" Wang Zhe glanced back slightly, in the darkness, he couldn't find the Xingzi hiding behind him for a moment.

Chen Liu muttered: "Think about it, but there is no way. I can't eat it today."

"Then, go back..." Wang Zhe suggested.

"Huh? Really?" Chen Liu tightened his arms around Wang Zhe's waist.

"Really." Wang Zhe covered Chen Liu's clasped hands in front of him, and said gently to his side, "It's true."

"What did the Queen Mother tell you?" Chen Liu sensed something unusual from Wang Zhe's attitude, and he lightly bit the butterfly bone on Wang Zhe's back that protruded slightly due to this movement.

Wang Zhe hissed lightly, and asked, "Why are you like your ancestors?"

"Ancestor?" Chen Liu raised his eyebrows, let go of his hand immediately, and inadvertently showed Wang Zhe a side that was more compatible with his ancestor.Feeling in the dark, he suddenly turned over and pressed on Wang Zhe: "That border herd? Did it do the same?"

Saying that, Chen Liu leaned down viciously, and his soft tongue lingered back and forth on Wang Zhe's collarbone.

He opened his mouth to bite, but Wang Zhe raised his hand and pushed his forehead, frowned and whispered, "Don't bite."

"I haven't bitten yet." Chen Liu raised his hand and pulled the hand that prevented him from moving further, and kissed Wang Zhe's collarbone softly and densely. The place he kissed was tender and tender. The itch invaded Wang Zhe little by little.

Wang Zhe raised his head, allowing Chen Liu's kiss to slowly move from the collarbone to the upper and lower jaws without hindrance, looking for the final destination in the darkness.The soft lips were pressed tightly, and just stuck, the breath passed between each other, the chest rose and fell slightly, it was in heat, but it stopped there.

Chen Liu's gaze was still shining in the dark night.Wang Zhe looked into the star-filled eyes, stretched out his hand to pick up the stars, and gently touched Chen Liu's eyes with his hand, staring at Chen Liu motionlessly, obviously in the dark, even people couldn't see clearly, then But suddenly the moonlight gathered in his eyes, and the tenderness shone on Chen Liu like the moonlight.

"Mutti said..." When Wang Zhe's love was at its peak, he paused and changed his way, "Tell me that you are fine, that you have the stars in the night sky of Bavaria in your eyes, that you don't want to see the sadness in your eyes again, and say... ..."

Chen Liu raised his hand and took Wang Zhe's hands that were touching his eyes to his lips and kissed them, and answered when Wang Zhe was choking.

"Then I said it now, and you have to remember it too. I said..."

The four eyes are facing each other, and they are deeply in love with each other.

"When you were here, I couldn't remember what I should be like. You can also understand that when you get too proud, you forget your shape."

"But if you are not here, I know that everything about me will not only be gloomy, but will be completely eclipsed."

"This is a redemption that neither my parents nor my sister can change or give. Therefore, you are the only one left in my life," Chen Liu solemnly called out the two people who had been in his heart for four years and had already become heavy. One word, "Wang Zhe."

Chen Liu's words were contemplated for a day. Ever since he recalled Wang Zhe's words on the lawn, he wanted to say them to Wang Zhe.

At the beginning, Wang Zhe said:

——"Chen Liu, I have nothing else, I only have you left."

This is Wang Zhe's reply to the sincerity he had been waiting for on that small balcony.

And now, he says

——"In my life, you are the only one left, Wang Zhe."

This is a long-term love he returned to Wang Zhe.

These days and nights, these days and nights when the king returned to his world, he had already seen clearly.

Wang Zhe is his true salvation.

His coming will bring him back to life.

Wang Zhe's heart was no longer bumping like a deer, nor was it like a drum beating. It was the moment when the mountains fell and the ground cracked, obliterating his remaining rationality. He even wanted to send himself into Chen Liu's flesh and blood for a moment. .

Chen Liu suppressed his throat, gritted his teeth with difficulty, stopped Wang Zhe's movement, turned over and got out of bed with scruples: "I'm going back."

Chen Liu who had just finished speaking was about to run away, but Wang Zhe stopped him.

"Chen Liu."

"Ok?"

"Gu... te Na... cht!"

Wang Zhe looked at the man who stopped and looked back under the moonlight shining into the room. He imitated the man's pronunciation and stumbled to complete the sentence.

This is what he has always heard people around him say these days at night. For some reason, the thousands of words in his heart have turned into the most clumsy "good night" when they reach his lips.

"Gute Nacht."

Chen Liu hooked the corner of his mouth, walked out, and closed the door for Wang Zhe.

Wang Zhe heard the soft sound of the door closing, and he came back to his senses. He turned to the left, and felt the tenderness of Chen Liu on the bed in the position where Chen Liu had just been lying.

"I probably really waited for several lifetimes before I got you."

Wang Zhe wrapped his eyes in the quilt.

Between them, Chen Liu was waiting for him, waiting for his salvation.

Among them, Wang Zhe was also waiting for him, waiting to meet him.

The night wind by the lake took away the heat of the summer night, and the crystals in the corners of his eyes, illuminated by the moonlight, slowly fell to his pillow.

When the night wind knocked on the window of the small house by the lake again, the person in the house who was supposed to be dreaming deeply frowned, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

In the dream, Wang Zhe returned to a white building that was similar but not the same as when he went there during the day.

He was standing at the end of the corridor with the freshly boiled bone soup in his hand as he did three years ago.He looked at the familiar corridor, raised his hand to look at the thermos in his hand, and his footsteps paused.

In the past few years, he seems to have walked this road countless times. For him, it is the end of everything, but it is also the beginning of several years of nightmares.

Accompanied by a long beep of "D--" when his heels had just landed at the end of the corridor, Wang Zhe frowned.

"You are the family member of Mr. Wang Qingyang, right?" A nurse hurried to Wang Zhe who was standing at the end of the corridor.

Wang Zhe was so familiar with the following plot, he wanted to shake his head violently at the nurse, but he also remembered his begging for mercy in the previous dream.

"No, I'm not, I'm leaving. Don't, don't tell him, don't let him come to me! Please, please..." he had said.

"Leave me alone," he said.

"I was wrong," he said.

But the result of saying these words in the dream is the same as him nodding to the nurse and admitting "I am his son".

"Your father suffered a sudden cardiac arrest just now, and is now undergoing emergency rescue. The family members should be mentally prepared in advance."

This sentence, which was repeated thousands of times by the nurse, rang in my ears again.

Wang Zhe's footsteps followed her involuntarily outside his father's ward. He turned his head and saw the scene inside the room through the transparent glass window.

Those doctors surrounded the hospital bed, he couldn't see his father's appearance, and he couldn't hear the chaos in the ward. All he could see was that there was no ups and downs on the heartbeat monitor, and a straight line ran through the picture.

The long beep of the monitor kept ringing in Wang Zhe's ears during the short rescue time, like an alarm bell knocking on his heart.

He counted silently in his heart: "5,4,3,2,1, [-], [-], [-], [-]..."

Wang Zhe, who counted to "one", closed his eyes, and sure enough, the nightmarish voice rang in his ears.

"Are you willing to come back?" A low-puffed voice rang out, "Why don't you open your eyes and look at me?"

Wang Zhe closed his eyes tightly. In fact, he didn't need to open them. He knew the appearance of the person in front of him. His face was bruised and purple, his brows and eyes were covered with frost, and his brows were tightly furrowed, as if he had suffered great pain—— That was the look of his own father he had seen in the mortuary a few years ago.

Wang Zhe's lips were trembling, and he kept shaking his head, tears streaming down his face.

"No, no... let me go, let me go..."

"Wang Zhe..." The man came over with a cold breath.

Wang Zhe was shocked, he backed up again and again, waving his hands in the air randomly, and after taking a few steps, he quickly turned over and ran to the end of the corridor.Running to the elevator, Wang Zhe's hands subconsciously press the elevator.

The moment he pressed it, Wang Zhe recalled the previous dream where he saw the elevator reached the fourth floor, and the bruised and sickly face appeared in front of him the moment the elevator door opened.

He was startled suddenly, jumped back, turned around and ran towards the safety exit.

It's just that this escape exit always becomes very long in the dream. Although there are only four floors, it becomes an abyss that swallows his will, devouring and disintegrating him bit by bit, until there is nothing left.

In his dream, he would never get down to the first floor, and he would never get out of this white building, no matter how hard he tried.

And whenever he felt the icy breath approaching, he would always open an emergency exit door and hide in an office on an unknown floor.

Lifelessness spread in this white building, and the gloomy sky also covered up the sunlight that led Wang Zhe out.

Wang Zhe sometimes hides in a low cabinet that can be locked, sometimes in a storage room where sundries are kept, and sometimes only in a medicine room where medicines are kept.But no matter how he hides, he will be found by his father who has become a "creditor" in his dream.

Before Wang Zhe hid today, the icy breath hit his heels, Wang Zhe was trembling, and he didn't even dare to turn his head.

"Do you still want to run? If it wasn't you, would your mother die? If it wasn't you, would I be what I am today?" The breathless voice asked, "Do you still want to go back to that game? Do you want to go back to that game?" Who do you want to harm?"

"Yes...it's me, it's all me, I was wrong. Dad, I was wrong..."

Wang Zhe bit his lip, trembling, and began to cry.

"I was wrong... I was wrong..."

Wang Zhe closed his eyes and covered his ears with his hands, trying to block out the lack of breath, but he listened to the questions that had been reflected in his heart earlier.

The moonlight still shines on the frowning person lying sideways on the bed in the house, and the crystals in the corners of his eyes are still there, but the meaning of the previous drop is quite different.

"I was wrong...let me go..."

The man murmured tirelessly over and over again, struggling restlessly with his limbs.

The person sleeping in the next room heard the movement, and returned to this room in the dark.

He heard the man begging for mercy in a crying voice, and the emotion in his eyes became serious.

He quietly lifted the corner of the quilt, and burrowed into the bed, not daring to wake people up directly, and only softly called: "Wang Zhe? Wang Zhe? Brother?"

The man was still trapped in the nightmare, his brows were tightly furrowed, but his crying was replaced by whimpers.

Chen Liu was afraid that turning on the light would scare the person in the dream, and he was also afraid that touching him would startle the person in the dream. When he was in a dilemma, he heard the vague words in the soft sobs of the dreamer.

"Chen Liu, take me away, please...take me away..."

Chen Liu suddenly hugged him into his arms, he didn't know what Wang Zhe met in his dream, and it was the first time he saw Wang Zhe so helpless.

At a loss, he pressed his head against the forehead of the person who had fallen into a nightmare.

"I'm here, I..." Chen Liu got closer and felt the man's back soaked in cold sweat, he said incoherently, "I'll be fine, I'm here, I'll take you away..."

Chen Liu lowered his head and kissed the sweat beads on Wang Zhe's forehead little by little. For some reason, Chen Liu's eyes always felt a little warm.

Like daytime, he covered Wang Zhe's eyes with his hands, kissed his forehead, and repeated.

"I'll block it for you."

"I'll take you away, okay?"

"I'll take you away. When you wake up, you can see me."

"elder brother……"

The author has something to say

I'm sorry, I wanted Wang Zhe to tell Chen Liu, but I tried my best and still didn't write it down.

QWQ

As for this dream, I still want to explain that it is not Wang Zhe who is really sorry, but he himself feels guilty.