Twilight

Yan Duo said: "My mother is always worried that I will be alone for the rest of my life, so the two of us have no worries at all." He parked the car and put on the seat belt, "Let's go."

The elevator is on the first floor, Yan Duo closed the elevator door, and said to Huang Wenxuan, "Have you been drinking?"

Huang Wenxuan replied: "I drank a bottle of beer." He looked down at himself, "Do I smell very alcoholic?"

Probably because of the alcohol, Huang Wenxuan's eyes seemed to have a layer of water vapor in his eyes. His questioning eyes with a little uncertainty fell into Yan Duo's eyes and became dangerous. Yan Duo stepped on the edge of the minefield, walking on thin ice, The end of his nose sniffed his complex smell of wine and detergent, and even his sensory organs became extremely sensitive. From a distance of punching, it seemed that he could still feel the heat from his body. Yan Duo suppressed a certain smell. Impulsively, he glanced at him inexplicably, and said, "It's okay."

"How many games this week?" After getting out of the elevator, he was no longer cramped in a room, and the air around him began to flow, Yan Duo heaved a sigh of relief, his knotted brain finally started to work, and he found something to talk about.

"The away game against YJ on Friday afternoon." Huang Wenxuan said.

The windows in the corridor were not closed, and the night wind was blowing in, making it cool and pleasant, and the heat on Yan Duo's body dissipated a little, he took out the key and opened the door, "It's the team we watched the game together last time? "

Huang Wenxuan smiled and said: "Yes, it's a pity that I messed up the first time I invited you to dinner. I thought I could relax there, but I didn't expect that kind of environment to be very..."

Huang Wenxuan couldn't find a suitable word to describe it, Yan Duo interjected, "Restrained?" and closed the door with his backhand.

Huang Wenxuan nodded and said, "Almost."

Yan Duo turned on the TV casually, and threw the remote control to Huang Wenxuan, "Sit whatever you want, I'll make some tea."

Yan Duo took out a set of tea sets from the bottom of the box in the study, and took out a cake of tea. The tea was produced in their hometown, and they learned how to drink tea from their grandfather since they were young. It's just that their physical condition doesn't allow them these years, so they don't drink much.

Huang Wenxuan watched him play with those tea sets with great interest. He used a small 250cc cow-covered lotus seed pot. The first step was to wash the tea sets, and the second step was to filter the tea into a glass fair cup. The color of the tea was honey yellow, Yan Duo poured it into a cup with fish and algae patterns, and handed it to Huang Wenxuan, "Taste it."

Huang Wenxuan took a sip, and said in surprise, "It's actually very sweet. It's the first time I drink tea with this taste."

Yan Duo smiled and said: "Speaking of it, it is actually a Sanwu product. This is the spring tea from my hometown this year. An old lady in a remote village made it herself and asked someone to send it to me. I have traveled here through mountains and rivers. Can I give it to you?" You brought a surprise, the old lady must be very happy to know."

The TV was tuned to the sports channel by Huang Wenxuan, and the Welsh Snooker Open was being broadcast live. The voices of the two commentators were very low, whispering, which served as the background sound well.

Yan Duo brewed it again, and poured Huang Wenxuan half a cup, almost a gulp, "Raw tea is cold in nature, so don't drink too much, let's taste it."

Huang Wenxuan asked curiously, "Why don't you drink?"

For some reason, Yan Duo remembered that he caught a student reading a novel in class, and he copied the novel. After class, he took the book back to the office. Because of the title of the book, he was curious. After flipping through it, he was instantly shocked. It was full of coquettish manipulations, which were particularly eye-catching, but he actually finished flipping through it while pinching his nose in disgust. The author of that book is simply poisonous.

At this time, a stalk came into Yan Duo's mind, and he raised his eyebrows and smiled in a strange way: "Have you ever seen a person who puts medicine in tea drink the tea made by himself?"

Huang Wenxuan picked up the cup and drank the tea in it in one gulp, and asked with a confused face, "Why did you drug me?" Then he looked at the empty cup in his hand in a daze.

Yan Duo's gaze also followed his gaze to his fingertips, and landed on the finger on the blue and white cup with fish and algae pattern. Because of being a goalkeeper, Huang Wenxuan's fingers are longer than ordinary people, with well-defined joints. It gives people a sense of strength, Yan Duo remembers that when he held it last time, there were hard calluses on his palm near his fingers, which was warm and dry.

"You still drink if you know you are drugged?" Yan Duo couldn't help teasing him again.The hands kept moving, and the soup came out cleanly, filtered, and then poured into the empty cup in his hand, and moved to his side by the way.

Huang Wenxuan suddenly smiled brightly, and tapped his fingers on the cup wall unconsciously, "If you really did that, you definitely wouldn't tell me. Actually, it's not as troublesome as taking medicine."

Yan Duo felt that he had lost half of his tenderness, and that the molester had become the being molested. He chuckled and licked the tip of his teeth, "That's what you said."

Huang Wenxuan didn't know what he was going to do, so he took a sip of tea subconsciously, and then he saw Yan Duo leaning forward and pressing towards him, his back straightened suddenly.

When Yan Duo approached his nose, he suddenly stopped, stared into his eyes for a moment, then swept across his lips, then slid down again, finally he lowered his head and made a 180-degree turn—— He stroked his hand, took a sip from the rim of the cup, then sat back slowly, said with a smile, "I've tested it myself, and it's not poisonous." Then he licked the corner of his mouth, and said with aftertaste: "The fourth It really isn't sweet anymore."

There was a hint of disappointment in the eyes of the goalkeeper who had been molested back.

Yan Duo sat back at his original place, made another cup of tea, and took the cup in Huang Wenxuan's hand, who was distracted, "Try this time again."

Yan Duo felt that he made a mistake last night, he shouldn't have been prudish.

If he had done everything he had to do last night, he wouldn't have to worry about it now, people were by his side, he could kiss and touch whenever he wanted, it was delicious and satisfying, so he just sat there and stared blankly.

Once, Yan Duo, a classmate in the second grade, imagined that love should flow forever, and then many years later, he used it to practice on himself and Huang Wenxuan when he couldn't think about it.

But at this moment, he found that the thin water is fine, but the long flow is too tortured. As long as this person is by his side, as long as there are only the two of them in the surrounding environment, the book of show operation will flash through his mind like a movie. It's full of little yellow books, but it can't save face. After all, it gave people a serious first impression. Now the human design collapses as soon as it is said, which affects the appearance too much.

Really pretending to be struck by lightning!

Huang Wenxuan didn't notice that someone was regretting something, he just felt that there was a small flame burning in his eyes just now, but it was extinguished as soon as he said it was extinguished. The SB is actually a bit shy.

He is also too smooth for someone, and the little yellow books are almost dying of embarrassment and anger.

Goal, who has always been calm on the court, tried his best to restrain himself, lest he would make a move that would scare a certain methanol lotus, he lowered his head and took a sip of water, the tea was rolling on the tip of his tongue, he tasted it seriously, "a little Fragrant, and a bit pungent." He said apologetically, "I drank alcohol today, and my sense of taste is not sensitive, next time you drink it for me when you don't drink."

Yan Duo took the cup from his hand, and sipped the remaining bit. The tea swirled under his tongue, and then slipped into his throat. He decided not to play with fire anymore. He changed the subject and expressed himself The reason for not drinking tea, "I have a bad stomach, so I dare not drink it now."

In fact, Huang Wenxuan had already noticed the bottles of gastric medicine in the corner of the coffee table, "Do you need to take medicine every day?"

Yan Duo said: "No need, as long as you eat regularly, you'll be fine." He poured another cup, poured it into Huang Wenxuan's cup, and slowly pushed it over, "This tea is not resistant to brewing, and it will taste like white water if you drink it again. .” He picked out a plain white flower god cup, raised his hand and poured himself a cup neatly, put down the male cup, raised the flower god cup, and raised it to Huang Wenxuan vainly.

Huang Wenxuan watched him drink the light yellow tea soup in the white porcelain cup with good eyes, and asked with a bit of surprise and concern: "Didn't you just say you can't drink it?"

"Wei Shui, it's okay." He put down his glass, got up and said, "I'll get you pajamas, wash and go to bed early."

Yan Duo took out two sets of autumn and winter pajamas, long-sleeved trousers, pulled a quilt and threw it on the bed, one quilt for each person, the heat is not afraid, the air conditioner can be lowered, anyway, the human setting cannot collapse, he only has this life now Believe it.Sending him into the bathroom, he absentmindedly picked up the cups on the coffee table and washed them.

Yan Duo slept a little too much this day, so at four or five o'clock, he had already entered a light sleep state, and began to have some messy dreams. At first it was a nightmare, and he couldn't wake up when he wanted to wake up. He pointed his fingers and shook his head again. After many efforts, he finally woke himself up. He sat up and found that he was covered in cold sweat, from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

Huang Wenxuan sat up vigilantly, put his hand on Yan Duo's shoulder, "What's wrong?"

"I had a nightmare." Yan Duo calmed down and said calmly.Because he had just woken up, he still had palpitations, and his voice was indistinct, revealing a bit of weak childishness.

Huang Wenxuan fumbled to turn on the bedside lamp. Under the light, Yan Duo's face was pale, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead. He took out two tissues and handed them to him, then asked with concern, "Do you want some water?"

Yan Duo shook his head. After wiping the cold sweat off his face, he lowered his hair for a moment, then raised his head to look at Huang Wenxuan, "I said I wanted to show you something, remember?"

Huang Wenxuan asked in confusion, "What exactly is it?"

"A video of my dad being tortured and killed."

Yan Duo's voice was very calm, and there was not much expression on his face, it was deep and silent.Huang Wenxuan was so startled that he couldn't speak for a while, he seemed to see the pain and hesitation in his eyes through his calm appearance, he opened his mouth a few times before making a sound: "Why, why is this happening?"

"My dad is an anti-narcotics policeman. He destroyed the criminal network they had been operating for many years, but in the final operation, the drug dealers were not wiped out. Later, they were retaliated by those who slipped through the net."

"Has the murderer been caught?"

Yan Duo shook his head, "I'm still at large."

Huang Wenxuan suddenly remembered the answer to the riddle of hiding the mobile phone number, "Does anyone else know? I mean, aunt, grandpa, aunt and the like."

"I was the only one who watched that video at the time. Later, I told Xiao Yuan about it, but the video was too bloody, so I didn't show it to him."

"How old were you at that time?" Huang Wenxuan asked as calmly as possible.

"I remember it was the second semester of the second year of junior high school. I was about twelve or thirteen years old when the holiday was about to begin."

Huang Wenxuan was so distressed that he stretched out his hand from under the quilt and took Yan Duo's hand, "Come with me to see a psychiatrist, you can't be tortured by this nightmare anymore."

Yan Duo managed to put together a smiling face, rubbed his thumb lightly on the hard calluses on his palm, and said with some frustration: "I went to see it after I went to college, probably it's been too long, it's useless."

"You should have told your family at the time that you shouldn't be responsible for this kind of thing alone. If only we knew each other at that time, I can..." Huang Wenxuan suddenly became a little angry, but he stopped talking. When he got down, he remembered that Yan Duo was seven years older than him, and he was only five or six years old at that time, and had already been taken abroad. He lowered his head a little discouraged, filled with a sense of powerlessness.

Yan Duo smiled faintly, "Even if you were my age at that time and we knew each other, I wouldn't tell you. My character is like this, especially when I was a child, many children like to ask why, there are many questions, all day long I pester adults to talk about things, but I am the opposite. My problems are all pondered by myself and hidden in my heart. I remember that there was an advertisement for Leng Suan Ling toothpaste at that time. I wonder if toothpaste can also be eaten? Another time I went on an outing and saw a slogan painted on the wall next to the road, encouraging a couple to have only one child. It's two women who have been thinking about it for a long time, do they want half of their life?"

Huang Wenxuan was amused by him, and raised his hand to rub his head distressedly, "You must tell me anything in the future."

"Yeah." Yan Duo patted his hand, with a soothing meaning, and didn't want him to worry too much. Although he was used to the bloody scenes in his dreams for 18 years, he woke up in the middle of the night, sometimes smoking a few cigarettes and sitting until dawn, sometimes He continued to sleep after reading a book, but it was the first time he told someone, he found that there was nothing difficult to say, and his heart could be so peaceful.He felt a little dazed about the peace in his heart, looked around the room with his eyes out of focus, and pushed away the quilt, "What time is it?"

Huang Wenxuan picked up his phone and took a look, "It's almost five o'clock, it's still early, go to bed." He pulled back the quilt that he had pushed away.

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The prudish Mr. Yan, who is full of coquettish operations, silently looks at you diving? (????)?