Zamoli

Chang Ming'an threw himself into the bed, and the blanket was still warm, reminding him of the body temperature when the two of them touched each other just now, and the unique plum blossom fragrance that He Mu had.Is it perfume?I've never seen him spray it before, and I can smell it usually, but it's not like now, it's steamed up by the heat.

He turned over, closed his eyes, his mind was in a mess, and he didn't fall asleep for a long, long time.He vented once in the bathroom just now, and the cloudy liquid was all over his hands. He washed it clean, even washed it three times with hand sanitizer, and felt an unspeakable sense of guilt in his heart.

He Mu is a contradictory body of boldness and timidity, style and sensitivity.His repeated help to He Mu, after tonight, suddenly turned into ulterior motives.He suddenly remembered that in the movie theater, he saw He Mu watching a movie with his male companion, the light from the screen hit his face, and he was so indifferent in the face of his male companion's longing and desire for intimacy.

He turned over again, and the quilt was rustled, which was annoying.

Chang Ming'an seldom slept well at night, so he didn't fall asleep until there was the sound of birdsong outside the window. When the alarm went off, he felt as if he hadn't slept all night.

He unscrewed the bedroom door and found that He Mu was still asleep, curled up on the sofa like a cocoon.He walked over and saw that He Mu was still frowning in his sleep, half of his shoulders were exposed from the edge of the quilt, shrinking as if afraid of the cold.Chang Ming'an stretched out his hand, trying to help him pull the quilt, but found that it was tightly rolled, so he had to pick up the blanket that He Mu had thrown aside carelessly, and help him cover it.

When He Mu woke up, he found a blanket on his shoulders, which smelled like Chang Ming'an.

All day long, his heart was in a hurry, and the place on his thigh that was scalded by hot water last night was red. He had a class all day, and he sweated a lot. It was even more uncomfortable in the place where I took a shower at night, and I lifted up my nightgown to see that my thighs were red and there were some signs of skin peeling.

While he was watching, Chang Mingan came home, opened the door and walked in, took off his coat at the entrance.

Somehow, He Mu's first reaction was to cover the hem of the nightdress.Without saying a word, Chang Mingan went into the room, found a bottle of cold mint ointment for him, and then went into the bathroom to wash up.

He Mu looked and looked at the peppermint ointment in his hand before applying a thick layer on his legs.

Originally, He Mu thought that Chang Mingan would not be angry anymore, but in the next few days, He Mu found that Chang Mingan was resisting him.

Of course, Chang Ming'an didn't have such cold words and cold expressions. He was still as warm as a spring breeze as before, but he was a little more alienated than before. When the two of them were talking, his eyes always moved away unconsciously.

He Mu felt lost and anxious, but what can he do.

He was like a little snail tentatively stretching out its tentacles, and after touching it, quickly retracted its tentacles back into its shell.

Gradually, He Mu didn't want to take the initiative to talk to Chang Mingan anymore. The dinner table between the two of them was astonishingly quiet, and often they didn't say a word until the meal was over.He Mu took the initiative to reach out to clean up the bowls and chopsticks, just in time to meet Chang Ming'an's outstretched hand, and both of them retracted at the same time.

Chang Ming'an was stunned for a moment, then stretched out his hand again to gather up the chopsticks, and said, "I'll do it."

He Mu felt very boring and wanted to say, I still don't live here.

Unexpectedly, Chang Mingan buried his head in packing the dishes and said, "My project is almost over, and I don't need to work overtime in the next few days. I plan to go back to the city to live."

He Mu's heart seemed to be caught suddenly, but his face was still calm and flat, he didn't know what he was talking about.

"Ok."

The next day, He Mu returned home after class, sat on the sofa in a daze, watching the sunset light gradually come in from the French windows of the balcony, and then gradually recede, the living room was shrouded in night, and he was still alone.Mumu was not taken away, but walked around at his feet.

After a long time, the phone rang, and He Mu picked it up to see that it was Chang Ming'an who called him.

"Hey."

He Mu's voice was a little hoarse, he cleared his throat before responding, "Hello."

Chang Ming'an didn't expect him to pick it up so quickly, and was a little at a loss for a while: "Have you eaten?"

He Mu opened his eyes and said nonsense: "Eat."

"Oh," Chang Ming An said, "When I went out this morning, I didn't water the flowers."

"Well, I'll pour it."

"That……"

Chang Ming'an suddenly fell silent, and He Mu didn't know what to say to him. The two of them were separated by the phone, speechless, and for a moment they could only hear each other's breathing.

Chang Mingan said in a low voice: "Then... hang up, good night."

"Good night."

They said goodnight to each other, but the two didn't hang up for a long time, as if they were waiting for each other to hang up first.He Mu didn't want to hang up, but he was afraid of hearing the busy tone when the other party hung up, so he had to put the phone aside, and when he picked it up again after a while, it had already hung up.

He fell on the sofa, looked at his mobile phone, his head was groggy, and he fell asleep indiscriminately. In the middle of the night, he was woken up by the cold wind blowing in from the open balcony door, sneezed twice, and stood up tremblingly. He picked up the sleeping cat at his feet and got into the bed.

When he opened his eyes in the morning, he knew that he was sick. His throat was so dry that his head hurt. No matter how much he rolled up the quilt, he was still cold. He got up and touched the thermos, and poured down the water that had been boiled yesterday and had become warm today. He fell back on the bed again, and pressed Chang Ming'an's quilt onto his body, making it so heavy that he couldn't breathe.He also fished Chang Ming'an's pillow into the bed, hugged it in his arms, and fell asleep again.

He likes to be barefoot, but he doesn't like to add clothes. When the season is cold, he is prone to catch a cold. He usually huddles in the bed alone, sleeps day and night and recovers after a day or two. This time, the illness seems to be menacing. , the bones all over his body were sore, and when he was struggling to wake up, the sun was setting again, and he had slept all day, and he took a look at his phone, and it turned off because it was out of battery.

The door of the house was knocked by "Knock Knock Knock".

He Mu didn't want to talk to him, Chang Ming'an had the key, not Chang Ming'an.

Who knew that Chang Ming'an's anxious voice sounded outside the door: "He Mu! Are you at home!"

He Mu propped himself up on the bed, walked out like a wandering spirit, and opened the door for Chang Mingan.Chang Mingan stood outside the door with his hands still in the air, ready to knock on the door again, his face full of anxiety, in such a cold late autumn, his forehead was dripping with sweat.

Seeing him coming to open the door, Chang Mingan breathed a sigh of relief, but when he saw He Mu's appearance, his heart ached again.He Mu's lips were pale, dry and cracked, but his cheeks were flushed sickly. He was listless, and turned to sit on the sofa as if he couldn't stand up. His eyes were out of focus, and he looked at Chang Ming'an blankly.

"I wanted to come over to get something, but I didn't have the key. Who knew your cell phone wouldn't work, and it was turned off. I called your counselor, and he said that you didn't go to class today." Chang Mingan wrapped He Mu in a blanket. Get up, Bian Xu explained.

Who knew that He Mu wasn't listening at all, and sneezed loudly, pitifully.