Luggage Syndrome

Fu Lang is on the night shift again today, and will leave home in the afternoon.

Liang Yicheng finished his afternoon class absent-mindedly, and then rode slowly on his bike.

Even after understanding his feelings, Liang Yicheng still didn't run away.

Not because he didn't want to, just because he couldn't.

He couldn't leave the white wolf behind.

It's enough to make a mistake like that once.

On weekday afternoons, Fu Lang's neighborhood is quiet.

The street was deserted, and the small shops were deserted. The shopkeepers seemed not in a hurry. They moved out the small tea tables and benches, and sat in the shade of the trees in front of the shop to make tea and chat.

A primary school student was sitting at the small wooden table outside the herbal tea shop, scratching his head and doing his homework.

The enthusiastic proprietress of the fruit shop was crossing her legs, shaking a big sunflower fan, watching the afternoon series in the dark shop. The dim light from the old-fashioned TV set flickered on her face.

This is the peace unique to this old city.

Walking slowly on the quiet street, Liang Yicheng suddenly felt that it was good as it is now.

There are cats, and there are people who like them.

This in itself is a very happy thing.

As soon as the door of Fu Lang's house was opened, there was a crisp bell ringing in the house.

Seeing the little white cat running out to meet him with its tail flicking, Liang Yicheng felt more relaxed than ever.As if back to the day when I first met the little white cat, everything was so simple and pure.

Liang Yicheng bent down, trying to pick up the little white cat, but just as he picked it up, he remembered that he hadn't changed his clothes yet, and quickly put the cat back on the ground.

The little white cat didn't know why, and ran to his feet as soon as it landed, meowing and rubbing against his legs.

Liang Yicheng rubbed the little white cat's head, put down the backpack, and was about to take out the replacement clothes, hesitated for a moment, put it back again, and stood up.

He still has clothes here.

He had been selectively ignoring the incident, bringing clean clothes every time he came.

Because, Fu Lang once told him that his clothes were kept in the closet in the bedroom.

Now, he can frankly admit that he was secretly happy about this, and even had a secret hope.

After all, his clothes could have a place in Fu Lang's bedroom where even the little white cat was not allowed to enter.

Is this telling him that he can also have a place in Fu Lang's heart?

Liang Yicheng shook his head and laughed at himself.

He picked up the little white cat, closed the corridor door, and shut it in the living room. Then he took a deep breath, turned around and opened Fu Lang's door.

Fu Lang's room is very spacious, but because there is not much furniture and it is organized in an orderly manner, the room looks a bit empty.

The off-white wardrobe is in the corner next to the door.

From the moment he entered the room, he felt guilty.

He, a person with ulterior motives, took advantage of Fu Lang's trust in him and broke into Fu Lang's most private territory.

He dared not look up.

As if looking at this room one more time, his guilt would increase.

He stiffened his neck, stared sideways at the wall stiffly, walked to the closet without looking sideways, and opened the closet.

Different from the room with the windows wide open for ventilation, the moment the wardrobe was opened, Liang Yicheng could smell the smell that belonged to Fu Lang.

His heart beat suddenly, he quickly held his breath, and began to look for his clothes.

Fu Lang's clothes were less than he expected. There were only two short rows in the big wardrobe, one row for clothes and the other row for trousers, with a few shirts hanging on them.

Liang Yicheng found his clothes with almost no effort.

The two sets of short-sleeved shorts were neatly folded, like a store display, quietly placed next to the two piles of clothes.

But he didn't think it was obtrusive at all, as if they should have been placed there.

Liang Yicheng stood in a daze for a while, finally bent down, and slowly picked up his clothes.

He knew that just by taking them out, he could be freed from those chaotic emotions.

When Liang Yicheng finally straightened up, his eyes were already red.

Even so, his hands hugged his clothes tightly.

As if he had just fought a tough battle, with fine sweat dripping from his forehead, he leaned against the wall next to the wardrobe and panted for a while.

After panting, he stretched out his hand, and was about to close the cabinet door when he hesitated again.

He bit his lower lip, slowly opened the half-closed cabinet door, and took a deep breath.

The smell that made him nostalgic poured into his nostrils in tons, but it was more overbearing than onion and mustard, and it could easily make his tear glands collapse.

Liang Yicheng closed the closet door forcefully, lowered his head, and stood quietly.

After a while, Liang Yicheng was sneezed by the night wind blowing in from the window, rubbed his nose, and turned around.

His eyes were a little swollen, and he could only half-open them, straightening the clothes that were a little wrinkled in his hands, and felt a lot more relaxed.

He forgot the restraint he had just entered the door, raised his head, and immediately had a clear view of Fu Lang's empty room.

Liang Yicheng didn't shy away from it at all, and visited Fu Lang's room generously.

There is a small bookshelf at the head of the bed on this side of the wardrobe, and there are a few very thick books on the bookshelf.

"Emergency Nursing", "Emergency Medicine", "Critical Emergency Nursing Procedures"...

Leaving aside those book titles, Liang Yicheng felt a headache just seeing the thickness. He turned around and saw a standard double bed in the middle of the room. Set of pillows.

Next to the bed on the other side is a bedside table with a reading light on it.

Fu Lang's room was as simple as that.

Liang Yicheng couldn't imagine how boring life would be in such a room.But people who are as busy as Fu Lang and Yang Yue may not have much time to live here, and fall asleep every day when they come back...

Liang Yicheng sighed softly, turned around, and was about to go out when his movements suddenly froze.

Fu Lang...and Yang Yu?

Liang Yicheng was stunned for two seconds, then immediately threw away the clothes in his hands and rushed to the head of the bed, regardless of being polite, he forcefully lifted Fu Lang's quilt.

There was nothing under the quilt, and there was indeed only one pillow on the bed.

Liang Yicheng ran to the closet again, and opened the closet again.

The clothes in the closet are neat and easy to identify, and they don't look like the clothes of two people in terms of quantity.

Although there is nothing famous in the style of the clothes, the trousers are all long trousers.

But Liang Yicheng clearly remembered that Yang Yue was also wearing shorts last time.

Liang Yicheng tried his best to suppress the roar in his heart, and tiptoed into the bathroom of the master bedroom.

A mouthwash cup and a toothbrush are neatly placed on the shelf of the sink.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhly

The little white cat in the living room was struggling to claw at the closed corridor door, but when it heard the familiar howling sound, it quickly got under the sofa.

Sure enough, within a few seconds, Liang Yicheng rushed into the living room: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, where is the cat? Xiaobai? White wolf? Fu Baibai?"

Liang Yicheng looked around excitedly, and soon found the little white cat huddled underneath.

When the little white cat saw him, it immediately shrank even tighter, as if refusing to communicate.

However, Liang Yicheng turned a blind eye to it, and stretched out his hand to pull the little white cat out, and rubbed it fiercely in his arms.

"Meow - meow -"

The little white cat howled until the sound changed, Liang Yicheng let go, finally caught the opportunity, the little white cat immediately hid in the small nest on the cat climbing frame, licking its fur desperately.

As Liang Yicheng approached again, the little white cat immediately bared its teeth and let out a warning sound of "woo hoo".

"Hey Xiaobai, just touched it a few times, don't be angry."

Liang Yicheng put his head to the small entrance of the cat's nest with a smile, but almost got an angry claw from the little white cat on his face.

"Ah, so fierce."

Liang Yicheng was speechless, returned to the sofa and sat down.

After the bliss that drove him crazy passed, he finally began to think seriously.

Now, there are various indications that Yang Yue doesn't live here at all.

Fu Lang lives alone.

Maybe, still single.

Having said that, why does he always think they are a couple?

Because of Yang Yue and Fu Lang's intimate way of getting along?

But good friends can get along that way too.

Because Yang Yue has the key to Fu Lang's house?

This used to be a critical factor.

But now, he also has the key to Fu Lang's house.

Liang Yicheng thought about it, and was so entangled that he scratched his hair like a chicken coop, and finally decided to ask for clarification.

Of course, he didn't dare to ask Fu Lang directly, but he was also embarrassed to ask Yang Yu directly. After thinking about it, he sent Yang Yu a WeChat message.

[An Orange: Brother Yang, when are you going home? 】

Liang Yicheng felt that this WeChat message simply condensed his wisdom.

If Yang Yue answered the specific time, Liang Yicheng would patiently wait until that time.If Yang Yue didn't wait, or if Yang Yue said he was at home, it would prove once again that the two of them were not living together, and then Liang Yicheng could safely inquire about their relationship.

What a perfect probe.

Of course, the worst-case scenario is that Yang Yu said he didn't want to go home, so it was likely that the two had a quarrel, and Yang Yu moved out out of anger.

Liang Yicheng was thinking about a big drama when Yang Yu's reply came.

[Not potatoes: who are you? 】

Liang Yicheng was stunned by the unexpected answer.He was hesitating whether to confess his identity, so he missed the opportunity to reply.

[Not potatoes: I have an appointment tonight. 】

[Not potatoes: Wait, I have an impression of your name.I'm not going back, don't wait for me, by the way, last time it wasn't my house. 】

[An orange:? 】

Liang Yicheng was completely bewildered by the amount of information.

[Not potatoes: I said it before the appointment, and you must have agreed, you can look through Greened's records. 】

[Not Tudou: Wait, how do you know my surname is Yang? ! 】

[Not potatoes:! ! ! 】

[Not potatoes: You are big G! 】

[Not potatoes: fuck, it's you again? ! 】

[It's not potatoes: It's useless to keep quiet, I know it's you, are you finished? 】

[Not Potatoes: I'll say it again, don't let me see you again, or I'll fuck you until you can't get out of bed again, I'll do what I say. 】

[An orange:? ? ?That... Brother Yang, did you admit the wrong person? 】

[It's not that Tudou has turned on friend verification, you are not his (her) friend yet.Please send a friend verification request first, and the other party can chat after passing the verification. 】

Liang Yicheng was dumbfounded.

He thought he already had a lot of dramas, but he didn't expect Yang Yu to have more dramas. He just sent a question mark, and Yang Yu was able to answer such a long paragraph.

But Liang Yicheng admired it.Yang Yu was able to infer his school from his circle of friends who only had a few landscape photos. This insight should be called a bodyguard.

But, Yang Yue not only doesn't live here, but also has sex with people everywhere?

If he and Fu Lang were lovers, with Fu Lang's cleanliness...is it possible to allow this kind of thing?

No, more importantly, Yang Yu is... on it? !

That Fu Lang...

cough.

Liang Yicheng's face was hot, and he slapped himself hard on the face twice, stopping the bad imagination in his mind in time.

There are indications that the two not only do not live together, they may not even be lovers.

Then, what does Fu Lang mean by cooking for him and giving him the keys?

Liang Yicheng burst into ecstasy again.

But not long after he was happy, he suddenly remembered that when he asked Fu Lang about Yang Yu in the past, Fu Lang's attitude was always ambiguous, and he never pointed out that Yang Yue was not his lover.

Liang Yicheng froze immediately.

If Fu Lang liked him, how could he not say so.

It is precisely because I don't like it.

That's why a shield like Yang Yue is needed.

The author says:

Liang Yicheng——A bitter man who just got out of bitter love and fell into it again

Orange: My tears flow in vain

Cat: My hair white has been rubbed