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"Honey, I'm back."

What he said, um, was a bit far-fetched, because Bian Mu woke up and stretched messily. Although he felt indescribable pain all over his body, it was just right, and he liked it. So, the result was that he directly Such a large lump was ignored.

After being swept by him perfectly, Shao Kou rubbed his nose. This ancestor is really difficult to serve, so he followed in nervously. In the fog surrounded by the glass door, his voice may also be mixed with water, "I will massage your waist for you, It can be relieved.”

It is obviously an exciting moment of reunion, but will he be a little false in his words?

Bian Mu heard it, turned off the shower head and looked at him suspiciously, "Can you talk now?"

What the hell, he's not a language barrier, it's quite difficult to speak?

"Hehe, isn't the voice more attractive?"

The warm water poured down the head, it's really a cheap panic, has it reached the state of auditory hallucinations?Can't you lie to yourself anymore?I don't know if it was tears or hot water that flowed, anyway, his voice became hoarse, "It doesn't sound as good as a real person."

Shao Kou outside didn't hear it clearly, so he simply yelled and went downstairs to cook, then turned and went out.

The things in the refrigerator are changed regularly, and they are very full. Break off a few mushrooms to make chicken porridge, cut sausages and fry them to make five sandwiches. What else is there? Let’s have a pie with red bean paste. , marinated the rest of the chicken, roasted it for lunch, and added a big tonic, what is this, bullwhip, or, cow eggs, hahaha, who prepared it, so heartfelt.

Let’s cook sliced ​​onions and serve them cold. The chopping board vibrated. The man who came down the stairs paused and looked back at the kitchen. His back was solid and reliable. He was indeed the old bastard in his memory. After a few steps In the past, I hugged him from behind, closed my eyes and felt the touch of the wide muscles, "I want to drink, black brick coffee and milk tea."

Okay, you can eat whatever you want, Shao Kou put his arms around him and kissed him, ok, my little painter who washes the fragrance.

To some extent, he let go of a heart that was jumping around. In fact, what he did at the beginning was lacking. Not only did he not take care of his emotions after the accident, but he let go of him first. Although, he wanted to eliminate evil The heart of strength and justice, but, as a couple, he is unqualified. Shao Kou never expected it to be so smooth when he was able to accept him who disappeared for more than a year inexplicably without knowing it or explaining it.

"It'll be fine right away, you go sit down and wait for me obediently."

Bian Mu felt that he was about to fall asleep, yawned, walked over to sit on the chair obediently, leaned on his chin and looked at him in a daze.

The old man was full of motivation, and he raised his hand and dropped the knife happily. It didn't take long for him to set up a table, staring at him to eat a few bites, and then he ate with a smile on his lips. The atmosphere suddenly returned to the long-lost spring, all the sweetness They all returned suddenly, the man hooked his chin and licked away the milk tea marks on his lips, it was still the same easy to fool, a meal was settled, no matter it was just lifting the tablecloth to make a mess all over the place, or the tumbling intimacy on the sofa carpet, Shao Kou loves both, but Bian Mu is more immersed in it, and it is difficult to wake up. In other words, he wants a more rough and filling love to be more at ease. The root of the pain is the ultimate happiness.

It is bright in the abyss, the morning wind cannot blow into the living room, and the veil is whistling and fluttering. The glass floor-to-ceiling windows are like a smooth mirror, reflecting the abundant muscles and the bronzed skin with the arched back. The sparks wiped out by the close contact and the sweat inspired by each other shine brightly in the faint sunlight. Only loving you is the most beautiful scenery.

Bianmu's state today is that he wakes up and is put to sleep, sleeps and is disturbed again, and the rubbing of his palms can always make the old man lose control again. It is possible that he is so crazy to make up for the vacant days before. Possessive, or, love deeply in the heart, but feel that the other party is weak, so they demand too much.

It is difficult for the minds of the two to fuse together, but their bodies are unexpectedly compatible. They wanted to find a breakthrough from a familiar thing they had done in the past, so that they could perfectly connect their spiritual consciousness. Unfortunately, things always backfired. Shao Kou sat on his knees and pressed his back, suddenly jumped up like a frog, took out a bottle of medicine from the drawer, gulped down two pills with cold water, then looked back excitedly at the old man on the bed, ah , It's okay, it's okay, I'm still there, I almost forgot to take the medicine, I have to drink it on time, take two pills, before I took one pill, he couldn't move or talk, but now he's fine, he can do everything, like this, too alright.

"What medicine did you take? Are you sick?"

Looking at your eagerness to gobble it up, it looks like a fairy medicine.

The little artist held his face obsessively, rubbing his face and replied in a muffled voice, "Well, I'm sick, very serious..."

What, Shao Kou hurriedly hugged the man in his arms, and went to get the medicine bottle on the corner of the table, a pile of Indian characters, how did he know it, opened the cover and smelled, colorful, nutritional tablets?

"How uncomfortable?"

She lowered her head and kissed his earlobe, tearing it a little bit. It's been a long time since I hugged him like this. It's so comfortable.

"here."

He took his hand to reach the bulge, rubbed it slowly, and soon stood up and swayed obediently when it was soft, Shao Kou simply lifted him to lean on him, pinching his palms, sticking to him. Whispering in his ear, "It's been too long, so you're so greedy?"

He didn't do any work this day, he was only busy with his work, so he didn't have enough to eat, so he had to exhaust himself and die.

The fair-skinned man was tormented by the joy, resisted with a flushed face, and wanted to refute, but it all turned into warm panting. Then Shao Kou kissed his neck delicately, ending the topic just now , concentrate on extreme sports.

At dawn, Shao Kou got up with his biological clock on time, stretched his numb arms, went downstairs to make porridge, and fell in love with a lock when he passed the studio. What kind of trouble is this?Frowning incomprehensibly, he glanced again, then turned and went to the kitchen.

His mobile phone was out of battery, so he remembered to charge it, took out some noodles, rolled noodles to eat, chopped some minced meat, boiled peas, shredded carrots, and shredded cucumbers in the code plate, stopped the kitchen knife in his hand, and listened, ah, It turned out that the phone was buzzing, and I thought the little painter had woken up, with a blue light flashing an unfamiliar number, but I couldn't get it out, so I just put my shoulder on it and listened, "Hello."

It was connected over there, but there was a very noisy and flustered voice. There was a man over there, and he was still very young. He said, "You, are you, the son Ms. Shao is talking about?"

Ms. Shao?

"You made the wrong number, I don't know you."

Hanging up and continuing to cook, the phone is still buzzing when it is placed on the operating table, it sounds annoying, so I simply shut it down and ignore it, I guess I am going to get married again, why, this time I am playing with a young man?

The meal made with a sullen face, uh, is guaranteed to be unpalatable.

Bian Mu took a few bites with his chopsticks, then put it down, and sat on the chair tired, "I'm sleepy, let's play a song."

How do you eat so little?

"What do you want to eat, I'll make it for you at noon."

Well, spring sleepiness and autumn fatigue are indeed the most reasonable sayings.

"whatever."

He mumbled something softly and fell asleep with his eyes wide open.

The man next to him carefully covered him with a thin blanket, and stood there for a long time without moving.

In the afternoon, the sun was slanting and it was about to set. The man on the deck chair hadn’t woken up yet, and the wrinkles on Shao Kou’s brows became deeper and deeper. He went upstairs to the cloakroom and picked up a brown coat, and came down to wrap him up and get into the car. The road was fairly smooth, and the man still didn't move when he entered the hospital. He weighed the man in his arms and shouted eagerly in his ear, "Bian Mu, wake up, hello..."

Until he entered the doctor's office, Shao Kou's eyebrows were still knotted. He knew that the little painter had irregular work and rest and was a little weak, but there should be no hidden diseases. The doctor was a doctor in the emergency department, and motioned him to sit down, holding Holding the blood test sheet, I explained to him seriously, "A variety of antidepressant drugs were found in the patient's blood, including fluoxetine, paroxetine, sertraline, etc., which have the effect of helping sleep. Are you Met by a friend or by chance? In this case, the family needs to be notified.”

Shao Kou sat upright, rubbed his hands together and asked, "Are you depressed?"

The doctor nodded, "Yes, if you take medicine, it should be severe. I suggest you go for psychological treatment."

His mind was blank, really, it was indescribable, just, uncomfortable, worse than knowing that he was sick.

"Thank you doctor."

In the crowded corridor, a man in a black windbreaker stopped by the white wall to light a cigarette. Although there was no wind, he held the lighter and lit it twice. Smoking, pinch."

The man raised his eyes with incomprehensible eyes, hurriedly walked a few steps and pressed the button, threw the lighter and half a pack of cigarettes into the trash can, turned around and entered the elevator.

In the inpatient department on the [-]th floor, Shao Kou kept watching the glucose and diluent drips ordered by the doctor, not letting him move around, waiting for the needle to be pulled out before going to the toilet to solve the waterproof problem, flushing the water and opening the door. At a glance, I saw an empty bed and a man in a hospital gown standing in front of the window, "Are you awake, are you hungry?"

Bianmu is immersed in the beautiful night, so tall.

"Hands are still cold, let me pour you a cup of hot water, huh? Did you hear me?"

Shao Kou crossed his fingers behind him, with a gentle and caring tone.

The little painter in front still didn't speak, he is now sober, and he can see the anxious expression of the old man behind him through the glass, it is too real, but he just knows that this person is his imagination, and he will be shattered with a wave of his hand Without a trace, he closed his eyes and opened them again. He was too tired to live. His instinctive sealing method against the outside world had failed, and his heart, which was in deep pain, could no longer bear the burden. Perhaps, he could change to an ultimate defense. This kind of defense is the quickest, most effective, and most thorough. It must be very cool to fly down from such a high building. Let's ride the wind and destroy...

He opened a window, and there was a short platform outside. His eyes were fixed on it, and the cold wind came in. Shao Kou, who was behind, stepped forward to close it tightly, put his arms around his waist and took him to the bed, "Hurry up!" It’s winter, why open the windows?”

Bian Mu was pressed on the bed, and when he heard him ask, he sneered, "You don't want me to die?"

Both men could hear this question clearly, but no one answered it. After a long time, Bian Mu sneered, "How is it possible, he doesn't care at all."

The standing man was as stiff as plaster, and he only heard him say something for a while, and after a long time, he said to himself, "By the way, I imagined you."

"So, it's my subconscious mind, ha, so I still have such high expectations, it's so fucking ridiculous."

"It's ridiculous, Bian Mu."

Suddenly, he stood up and squatted down to look through the drawers. The drawers in the hospital were filled with toiletries. He waited for everything to be overturned and fell to the ground. He glanced at the clock, then at Shao Kou, who had been staring at him, and roared with his eyes tearing open, "Hahaha, are you happy, you can leave right now, you can stop serving me right now, you're relieved Me, you are easy..."

Shao Kou also knelt down, one step away from him, but it was like thousands of mountains and rivers separated him.

"I'm not happy. Really, I miss you every day. I'm desperately trying to come back to you early. Believe me, okay?"

He just wanted the little painter to return to normal, he really didn't know that his leaving would cause him such a big trauma, really, he didn't know...

How could Bian Mu believe it, and continued to laugh hoarsely, "Don't be too happy, I have a lot of medicine, as long as I take it, you will not leave me, even if you are a fake, I will Keep you, I'm such a shameless person."

The man on the opposite side froze completely this time, his hands clenched on his stomach, his whole body was tense and he couldn't move.

"Shao Kou, it's great that you live in my imagination."

The author has something to say: Bian Mu: Today is a bit sad.

Shao Kou: Why?

Bian Mu: Because, it’s raining.

Shao Kou: It’s raining, the crops are all dry.

Bian Mu: Not good, didn’t you see that the peach blossoms were all knocked down?

Shao Kou: Uh, it is relatively light. You see, it is because it eats too little, so it will faint from hunger after a little rain. You should eat more.

Bian Mu: Oh, that's it, okay, then I want to eat noodles with glutinous rice flour.

Shao Kou was excited: order.