He said he doesn't love me

Is it a dream?

It must be a dream...

"Why... don't you come back to see me?" Li Cheng took the yogurt, but he didn't have the strength to open it. He stared at Sun Yichu blankly, his eyes full of tears.

Sun Yichu was stunned when he heard this, then he reacted decisively and said, "My brother didn't let me tell you."

"Then why did you tell me? Aren't you afraid that your brother will be angry with you?" Li Cheng pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled at him.

"I'm not afraid, because I think... you want me to come back, don't you?" Sun Yichu raised his eyes and looked at him, "Li Cheng, I'm back."

Li Cheng looked at him and shook his head slowly, "No...you are not him, he is not like you."

He took a few steps back, trying hard to control his heart, not being deceived by him and not doing anything to let Sun Ran down.

But the next second, he felt a warm touch on his palm. He looked over and saw Sun Yichu holding his hand, feeling each other's warmth.

"Li Cheng, I'm Sun Ran. I'm just in disguise..." Before Sun Yichu could finish his words, his palms were empty. Li Cheng shook off his hand, staring at him with slightly red eyes, "No, you are not him, he is not like you, he is not like you..."

He should be timid and a little melancholy.

And you are confident, sunny, and radiant with dazzling light...

How could you be him?

Seeing that he didn't believe it, Sun Yichu raised his hand and lifted up his shirt, "I have a mole on my chest, it's red, you've seen it." He moved closer to Li Cheng to let him see his mole clearly, "Li Cheng, my brother said that to love someone, you rely on the heart..."

He slowly raised his hand and placed it on Li Cheng's chest. After a long moment, he raised his eyes and looked at Li Cheng. "Can you really not recognize me?"

"Thump thump thump..."

Li Cheng looked into his eyes and felt a severe headache. Perhaps due to fatigue or drunkenness, his vision gradually became blurry, and he could no longer muster the energy to look at the face of the person in front of him.

really……

Is it a dream?

"Hmm..." Li Cheng's eyes widened slightly as he felt the warmth coming from his lips. He was about to push Sun Yichu away, but he found that he couldn't control his hands at all.

No, Li Cheng...

He is not Sun Ran...

You can’t…

"Qing Yu, you really don't recognize me?"

After hearing this, Li Cheng only had one voice left in his head. That voice was affectionate and warm, calling him affectionately: Qing Yu, Qing Yu...

He clenched his palms and tried to see clearly, but he could only see a blurry face. The face looked very much like Sun Ran, but not like him.

"Sun Ran..."

"Hmm?" Sun Yichu responded, and just as he was about to speak, he was robbed of the oxygen he needed to survive. He raised his hand and stroked Li Cheng's face soothingly, waiting for him to wake up.

But the situation gradually deviated from what he expected. Suddenly, someone bit him hard on the lips. He didn't care that Li Cheng was drunk and pushed him away immediately.

Sun Yichu covered his lips, feeling a little overwhelmed. It hurt, but not as much as the pain in his heart.

"I'm sorry... I... I've been looking for you for a long time and went to many places... but there's no news of you..." Li Cheng was pushed away by him and felt the emptiness in his arms. He became more certain that this was just a dream.

Tears immediately fell, he sobbed softly, and kept apologizing to Sun Yichu. His crying was intermittent, like venting, and also like accusing. His lover left, and the news he got again was deeply buried.

I have been searching for three years, thinking about it for three years, and studying for three years...

All I get is a series of fruitless dreams...

He was about to collapse, and he used work to numb himself, trying to turn himself back into the man who was so resolute and decisive. But there was still a void in his heart that he could not fill.

"Li Cheng, this is not a dream." Sun Yichu held him in his arms, imitating the way he used to comfort himself, and gently touched his palm, "It's me, I'm back, Qingyu. I'm really back and I'm never leaving again. Can you take a look at me?"

"Tsk."

When Tang Yihe pushed the door open, he saw the spectacular sight of two people hugging and crying. He picked up Sun Yichu and wiped his tears with his hand, "You forgot again? The doctor told you not to cry, and I can't bear to see you cry. What kind of person is he."

"Brother..." Sun Yichu sniffed, "It's so cold." He tugged at his clothes and found that they were already wet with tears. He couldn't tell whether it was his own or Li Cheng's.

Tang Yihe's eye twitched, and he put his coat on Sun Yuchu, and pulled him home, but he didn't expect that his good brother was standing there, staring at the drowsy Li Cheng.

He looked like he was going to take someone home.

"...Don't tell me you want to take him home." He frowned. Seeing that Li Cheng was already drunk and unconscious, it was not safe for him to stay here.

Sun Yichu shook his hand and smiled at him coquettishly, "Brother, brother, you are the best. Take him back. It's very cold here at night."

"You!" Tang Yihe didn't have much temper with him to begin with, and after being so coquettish, there was no way she could refuse. He handed the phone to Sun Yichu, "Call Auntie and ask her to clean up a guest room."

"Oh, OK." Sun Yichu hurriedly dialed the number, and turned around to see Tang Yihe carrying Li Cheng on his back. Seeing him turn his head and look at her, Tang Yihe smiled and said, "Why, do you think your brother's weightlifting is for nothing?"

Sun Yichu silently gave a thumbs up, "Brother is still awesome, I'm not that good."

"You have such thin arms and legs. No matter what, I won't let you carry you." Tang Yihe carried the person on his back and led the way out of the bathroom.

Half an hour later, the three returned home.

Auntie brought a new set of pajamas and slippers, told Tang Yihe something and left in a hurry. Sun Yichu looked at Auntie's back and scratched his head in confusion, "Brother, what's wrong with Auntie?"

Tang Yihe put the person on the sofa and poured a glass of water. "Auntie's son is sick and will not come tomorrow. Let us take care of our own meals and come back the day after tomorrow."

Sun Yichu's eyes lit up, "Let me do it, let me do it, I can do it!"

"No." Tang Yihe shook her finger. "Last time you blew up the kitchen, the last time the whole family got food poisoning, and the last time the last time you added protein to our dishes without even washing them. Mom and Dad said you're not allowed to enter the kitchen for the rest of your life!"

Sun Yichu was deflated. "But I really changed, please, please. You all drank, you will definitely not be able to get up to make breakfast tomorrow." He blinked, "I can cook porridge, noodles, as long as I don't cook."

"..." Tang Yihe rubbed his brows and nodded, "Okay, then you can cook noodles tomorrow morning. I want a poached egg."

"Okay!" Sun Yichu was entrusted with an important task and planned to learn 101 ways of making fried eggs overnight to impress his brother.

Tang Yihe finished drinking the water and took Li Cheng to the room. As soon as he entered the room, he slapped Li Cheng.

Damn it, you hurt my brother when we met, and now you even kissed me. I’ll beat you to death, you bastard!

He shook his hands and was about to continue fighting when he saw Li Cheng dazedly open his eyes. He had no choice but to stop and stuff the clothes into his hands, smiling innocently, "Change your clothes before going to bed, good night."

Li Cheng raised his hand to rub his eyes, but found that his face was burning, as if he had been hit. "Did you... hit me?"

Tang Yihe's smile froze and he waved his hands hurriedly, "How is that possible? Maybe he just hit his head against the wall. I'm leaving first. Good night." He walked out of the room in a few steps and went downstairs to heat up the medicine for Sun Yichu.

Suddenly, the whole living room was filled with an indescribable smell, which was like Chinese medicine, but lighter than Chinese medicine.

Sun Yichu munched on the bread, smelled the medicine and watched an episode of TV series, then he finished today's medicine under his brother's watchful eyes.

Seeing that there was no medicine left, Tang Yihe nodded in satisfaction and let him go back to the room.

"Good night, brother!" Sun Yichu breathed a sigh of relief and waved to Tang Yihe. Unexpectedly, Tang Yihe's eyes shone when he waved, and he pressed him back on the sofa.

"Hiss..." Before Sun Yichu could figure out what was going on, he saw Tang Yihe taking the ointment and applying it on his palm. He felt a stinging pain and realized that he had been cut on his palm and blood had stained his sleeve.

Tang Yihe glanced at him and took the bowl he had just used to drink medicine from. As expected, he saw a sharp notch. He was so angry that he threw the bowl into the trash can.

"Brother..." Seeing that he was angry, Sun Yichu reached out to pull him, but was gently patted by Tang Yihe. Although it was not heavy, it still hurt him and made him tremble.

Tang Yihe rubbed her brows, a little absent-minded for a moment. How come my brother has never been injured in such a long time at my parents' place, and he got injured twice in one day after returning here?

I was too careless.

He frowned and applied medicine to the palm of Sun Yichu's hand. He looked around him to make sure there were no other wounds, and then let him go back to the room to wash up.

"Brother, I'm really fine, I was just careless." Sun Yichu didn't leave, but moved to Tang Yihe's side. He knew his brother must be blaming him for not taking good care of him. Every time he got hurt, his brother was the saddest.

"...Your platelet count is low. Mom and Dad told you not to get hurt. It's all my fault. I didn't notice it." Tang Yihe looked at his hand, then raised her eyes to his forehead. "It's over. It will take three days to replenish the blood you lose in one day. Mom and Dad will definitely beat me if they know."

Sun Yichu opened his mouth, somewhat helplessly, "That's not so exaggerated, okay, don't scare yourself, I'm fine."

"Starting tomorrow, all the bowls in the house will be replaced with ones made of safe materials." Tang Yihe didn't care about him and decided to replace the bowls and chopsticks immediately.

Sun Yichu shrugged, knowing that he couldn't persuade him, so he said good night and went upstairs to wash up and go to bed.

After washing up, he curled up in the quilt, set the alarm for seven o'clock, and then fell asleep soundly.

In the early morning, when the sun shone into the house, Sun Yichu was already busy in the kitchen. Perhaps he was too excited that his brother agreed to let him go into the kitchen, so he got up before the alarm went off.

At half past seven, he prepared three identical servings of noodles with fried eggs and carefully arranged the dishes and chopsticks. Then he ran upstairs to wake up his brother.

"Dong dong dong..."

"Brother, breakfast is ready, get up quickly." Sun Yichu came to Tang Yihe's door like the wind, turned around and went to Li Cheng's room.

"Dong dong dong..."

Just as he was about to shout, he heard a click and the door opened.

Li Cheng was wiping his hair with a towel, and thought the person who came was Tang Yihe, so he opened the door directly. Unexpectedly, when he opened the door, he saw Sun Yichu with messy hair.

"Morning." Sun Yichu smiled at him, but found that Li Cheng's eyes were always on the top of his head. He touched it tentatively, but his hand was grabbed by Li Cheng's palm, "Don't touch it, it will hurt if you touch the wound later."

Sun Yichu nodded and retracted his hand, "Hurry up and go downstairs to have breakfast, it won't be tasty soon." He waved his hand, turned around and ran downstairs.

Li Cheng's eyes followed him as he left until he could no longer see him. He then narrowed his eyes. There was clearly no wound last night. When did he get the wound?

He didn't think about it anymore, but just kept staring at Sun Yichu's hand while eating without moving his eyes.

Tang Yihe raised an eyebrow when he saw this, but said nothing, "Recover from your injuries at home today, and I'll take you for a ride tomorrow."