Luggage Syndrome

The first time he saw Liang Yicheng, Fu Lang felt that he was very similar to a cat.

Whether it's the pair of clean and clear eyes, the seemingly willful but cautious character, or the inadvertent expression of helplessness, Fu Lang can't ignore it.

Fu Lang took off his thin coat and lightly covered Liang Yicheng's body.

Although the coat was almost soaked, Liang Yicheng grabbed it tightly and wrapped himself up as if he was grabbing a life-saving straw.

Liang Yicheng at this moment is really like the little white cat that day.

It happened to be the same weather that night.

After finishing his night shift, Fu Lang drove slowly through the late-night restaurants.

The torrential rain cannot quench the enthusiasm of this city that never sleeps.Rudimentary red, white and blue plastic sheeting was set up for food stalls on the street, and rainwater fell quietly from the gaps in the old plastic, dripping on the heads of people who went out for supper in the heavy rain.The people below wiped off the rain and the sweat from their foreheads, and chatted happily again.

The sound of rain and wind separated the hustle and bustle of the shop from Fu Lang, and he focused on the windy and rainy road.

It was past one o'clock in the middle of the night when he returned to the community. He couldn't find a parking space, so he had to park in the newly built community next door.

The new community was a bit far from his home. He didn't bring an umbrella, but he didn't want to wait until the rain stopped, so he took a shortcut and walked quickly on the dark green road under the heavy rain.

The greenway winds around a wooden gazebo.The gazebo is very small, and the heavy rain has already drenched the inside of the gazebo.Fu Lang ran past the gazebo when he suddenly heard two faint meows.

There are a lot of stray cats in the community, usually, Fu Lang, who is a bit of a clean freak, would never pay attention to them.

But that day, he was so rained that he couldn't lift his head, and the white shadow that was incompatible with the night broke into his eyes just like that.

A little white cat was squatting under the wooden beauty that could not leak from the rain, its whole body was drenched, its hair was still dripping with water, and it was crying weakly.

Fu Lang stopped, squatted down, and looked down at the little figure who was as embarrassed as him for a while.

The little white cat's eyes reflected a faint light. Even if the color could not be seen clearly under the weak light, he could still see the heart-wrenching helplessness and despair.

The raindrops hit Fu Lang's back densely, and his cold heart seemed to be scratched a few times by the little white cat's eyes and the faint cry, and suddenly felt a little hot.

Fu Lang stood up and searched around, but found no trace of the female cat.

He sighed, took off his already soaked thin coat, and wrapped the huddled little fur ball up.

Feeling the little white cat trembling in his arms, Fu Lang quickened his pace and finally ran downstairs.

Without the rain falling on its head, the little white cat finally dared to raise its head slowly, its sky blue eyes were clear and bright.

Fu Lang lowered his head to look at it, and the little white cat let out a soft cry, straightened up very slowly, and rubbed his chin with the tip of his nose.

Liang Yicheng huddled in Fu Lang's thin coat, and the remaining body temperature and smell of Fu Lang on it were his only reliance at this time.

Fu Lang was looking at him.

But he didn't dare to look at Fu Lang.

He was afraid of meeting Fu Lang's reproachful gaze.

I was even more afraid that I would collapse under Fu Lang's gentle and comforting eyes.

After a while, the car suddenly moved.

Liang Yicheng immediately raised his head and said in surprise: "Brother Fu, drive slowly, Xiaobai may suddenly come out!"

But Fu Lang stretched out a hand, pulled his hand out from the "shell" that wrapped him tightly, and held it in his hand.

Fu Lang's eyes were still looking straight ahead, but the magnetic voice was soft and soft: "Don't be afraid. I think of a place, and the white wolf may be there."

Liang Yicheng's eyes widened, and he sat up suddenly, the thin coat on his body fell to his knees, as if he didn't realize it, he tightly held Fu Lang's hand with both hands.

Fu Lang didn't shake it off, but held it back vigorously.

in the gazebo.

"noob!"

"Meow meow--!"

"Here it is! It's here! Brother Fu! It's here!"

Liang Yicheng yelled excitedly. He had been looking for the little white cat all afternoon, and his voice was a little hoarse. Even so, it still couldn't conceal the joy in that tune-changed voice.

Fu Lang saw the little white cat squatting under the small table in the gazebo. Today's wind is not strong, the little white cat may have run here as soon as he left the house, and his body is hardly wet.

The little white cat screamed happily when it saw Liang Yicheng, but as soon as it was hugged by the wet Liang Yicheng, it obviously began to dislike it. own face.

Liang Yicheng didn't care about it, and forcibly kissed it on the head several times before hugging it tightly and squatting there in a daze.

Fu Lang whispered, "Go home."

Liang Yicheng stood up slowly holding the cat, but with his head down, he didn't say a word.

Back home, Fu Lang rescued the little white cat from Liang Yicheng's arms, then stuffed the soaked Liang Yicheng into the bathroom, and urged, "Hurry up and take a bath, don't catch a cold, I'll bring you the clothes later, Turn the water hot, and wash for a while."

After Liang Yicheng quietly closed the door, Fu Lang carried the cat away to dry it, turned out the small heater, and put it beside the cat's nest.

The little white cat went out and was frightened a lot.At this time, even when I returned to the familiar home, I was still a little trembling. After sniffing around carefully for a while, I sat down at ease, licked my hair busy for a while, and then fell asleep in a ball.

Fu Lang quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and walked away lightly.

When he passed by the small tea table, he caught a glimpse of several upside-down vegetable baskets on the table, so he bent down and opened them gently.

The exquisite dim sum boxes were neatly stacked, but unfortunately the dim sum inside was cold.

Fu Lang watched in silence for a while, then stood up abruptly, went back to the room to find new towels and clean clothes, and returned to the bathroom door.

It was very quiet in the bathroom.

Fu Lang knocked lightly on the door and called out, "Yi Cheng? Have you finished washing?"

There was no movement inside.

Fu Lang frowned, and tentatively twisted the doorknob, but the door was unlocked.

"Yi Cheng? Are you okay? I'm coming in."

Fu Lang opened the door, and Liang Yicheng was still wearing his flesh-colored white shirt, standing with his head down in front of the sink.He was startled by the sound of Fu Lang entering the door, he shuddered suddenly, quickly turned on the faucet, bent down, and poured water on his face desperately.

Seeing that he was using cold water, Fu Lang quickly stepped forward and pulled him away.

Although Liang Yicheng left the sink, his hands were still covering his face, covering most of his face.The wet bangs were messily pasted on his forehead, and the water droplets kept sliding down the palms of his eyes, leaving two water marks on his pale cheeks.

Liang Yicheng didn't make a sound.

But the red nose tip and the trembling body have already exposed everything.

He is crying.

Realizing this, all of Fu Lang's rationality and self-restraint disappeared.He hugged Liang Yicheng into his arms, patted his back lightly, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

When he embraced him, the trembling of the person in his arms suddenly became more intense, and the uncontrollable sobs began to come out intermittently.

Fu Lang hugged him even tighter.

But the tighter he hugged, the harder the person buried in his chest cried.Fu Lang had no choice but to let go of his hand, looking at the person in front of him covering his face and suppressing the crying, his heart ached beyond measure, he stretched out his hand and tried to forcefully break off the hand covering his eyes.

But as soon as he moved a little, Liang Yicheng noticed it, and resisted with all his strength, his fingernails almost pierced into the smooth forehead, and Fu Lang suddenly didn't dare to force it any more.

Fu Lang silently looked at the stubborn little guy in front of him, there was nothing he could do about him.Fu Lang stared at those two tightly pursed thin lips for a while, and finally let go of his heart, bowed his head and kissed her.

Liang Yicheng's whole body stiffened immediately, and he even stopped crying.

Fu Lang still kissed him earnestly, but took the opportunity to separate those two hands.

The pair of dark deer eyes in front of him opened wide with shock, but they were swollen from crying, and could only be opened into oblong circles, and tears were still sliding down the corners of the eyes.

Fu Lang kissed those two lips wet with tears softly for a while. Seeing that Liang Yicheng was obviously shocked, he didn't recover for a long time, and even forgot to breathe, so he let him go, patted his back, and said: "breathe."

Only then did Liang Yicheng gasp for breath as if he had just woken up from a dream.

Interrupted by Fu Lang, Liang Yicheng forgot to cry, just looked at him in shock, touched his lips, with an unbelievable expression on his face: "Fu, Brother Fu, you, you..."

Fu Lang raised his lips and asked, "What's wrong with me?"

"You, you, what did you just do?"

"I kissed you."

Liang Yicheng's pale face turned red at some point, and it turned even redder at this moment: "You, why did you..."

Fu Lang pulled the hand that was still touching his lips, and looked at those two soft lips with some unsatisfactory eyes. The scorching gaze seemed to make Liang Yicheng feel a little sense of crisis. He flinched, but was pulled by Fu Lang. Tighten your hands.

"Want to know?"

Liang Yicheng nodded tremblingly.

"Take a shower first, and I'll tell you when I'm done."

Liang Yicheng probably didn't expect that after Fu Lang kissed him, he could brazenly ask for conditions, and his expression was obviously a little dull.

Fu Lang was in a good mood, and smiled again. His eyes wandered around the soaked white shirt, his two sharp eyebrows raised slightly, and he said, "Or do you want me to wash it for you?"

Liang Yicheng blushed and shook his head quickly.Fu Lang was a little dazzled by his shaking, quickly pressed his wet head with both hands, looked into his eyes, and said seriously: "If you cry again, I will kiss you until you don't have the strength to cry anymore."

The author says:

Cat: I'm going to sprinkle dog food. I can't see it and sleep for the net... ps: The cat you care about the most has also been found and I can grumble with peace of mind.