Luggage Syndrome

With a straight face, Fu Lang stuffed Liang Yicheng into the car, and drove home in silence.

Liang Yicheng didn't know why Fu Lang was angry, he nervously hugged the bamboo cane water that Fu Lang threw to him, sipped it in small sips, and peeked at Fu Lang's face with faint dark circles through the rearview mirror.

After the rush hour, the car drove into the community smoothly. Fu Lang parked the car and got out of the car without saying a word.

Liang Yicheng quickly followed, seeing that there was no one around, he quietly took Fu Lang's hand and called out in a low voice:

"Brother Lang..."

Fu Lang looked at him sideways, his face was still full of displeasure, but his frown relaxed a little.

Liang Yicheng hurriedly greeted the cold:

"Why did you get off work so late today? Are you tired? Why don't you go home and sleep?"

Fu Lang's face darkened again, and by raising his hand to press the elevator, he pushed aside Liang Yicheng's hand without any trace, and asked back:

"Why did you go out to play chess so early? Are you tired? Why don't you go home and sleep?"

Liang Yicheng was speechless.

"Are you afraid of disturbing me to sleep at home?"

Hearing this question, Liang Yicheng knew that Fu Lang had seen through his little tricks, so he could only bite the bullet and nod.

Fu Lang took a deep breath, as if trying to control his emotions, and was about to speak when the elevator arrived.

Liang Yicheng got into the elevator as if fleeing for his life, then obediently pressed the door open button, poked out half of his head, and looked flatteringly at Fu Lang who was still standing outside the elevator.

Fu Lang stared at him helplessly, finally took a long breath and walked into the elevator.

In the small elevator, the silence made Liang Yicheng even more restless.

"You can play chess?"

Fu Lang asked suddenly.

Seeing that Fu Lang was not only willing to talk, but also changed the subject, Liang Yicheng breathed a sigh of relief, and replied hesitantly, "A little bit."

Fu Lang looked at him quietly for a few seconds, and then he was discouraged, and reported truthfully: "When I was young, I often went to my grandfather's house to play on weekends, and I would accompany him to play chess. Later, when I played well, my grandfather secretly enrolled me in a class. Sent me to learn how to play chess. After learning for a while, my dad found out because he was about to go out to compete. He reacted violently and had a big fight with grandpa. Meet my grandpa."

"Why don't you learn it?"

"My dad... thinks that playing chess is too quiet for boys to learn." Liang Yicheng smiled wryly, "and he was dissatisfied with my grandfather making decisions for me without authorization. Later, he enrolled me in many training courses and asked me to learn chess. Taekwondo, learning to play football. But I have no motor nerves, and I can’t learn anything well. Later, I was accidentally kicked by another child and cracked my leg bone. He finally let me stay at home. But at that time, grandpa was no longer there It's..."

Liang Yicheng's voice trembled slightly.

Fu Lang stretched out his hand, and gently touched the drooping head. Liang Yicheng's breathing suddenly became disordered, he sucked his nose vigorously, and took the opportunity to throw himself into Fu Lang's arms.

The breath that made him feel at ease surrounded him, he completely relaxed, and said sullenly: "I...go out early in the morning, not just because I'm afraid of disturbing you to sleep."

"Those old men, they look like my grandpa..."

"I really want to play chess with my grandpa."

Back home, the little white cat walked to the porch with elegant catwalks, then called to the two people at the door, and stretched lazily:

"Meow - woo -"

"noob--"

The sadness in the elevator was completely gone. Liang Yicheng imitated the long meowing melody, shouted the name of the little white cat, kicked off his shoes and rushed over.

The little white cat ran away as usual, but because Liang Yicheng served delicious food and drinks on vacation, he gained a lot of fat, and his movements were a little slow, so he was hugged by Liang Yicheng.

"Meow meow!!"

The little white cat used its hands and feet in disgust, but it couldn't block the big face that was approaching it.

The soft pads slapped Liang Yicheng's face indiscriminately, he closed his eyes in enjoyment, and rubbed his nose against the little white cat's head even more vigorously.

Fu Lang suddenly said, "Don't rub it, it's dirty."

"Not dirty! I just bathed it the day before yesterday!"

"Its paws scratch the cat litter every day."

"..."

"When planing, I accidentally touch my own—"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Stop talking!"

Liang Yicheng went crazy, and hurriedly let go of the cat.The little white cat landed lightly, looked up blankly at the shit-shoveling officer who suddenly disliked it, and gave a "meow" in aggrieved way.

Liang Yicheng's heart softened immediately, and he picked up the little white cat again, but this time he was afraid, so he didn't dare to rub it with his face, and rubbed it with his hands instead.

After kneading for a while, the little white cat softened into a puddle of cat cakes, lying in his arms with its belly open, but because it had grown a lot, its head fell out of his arms, hanging limply upside down, wide open. He rounded his eyes and looked at Fu Lang beside him.

Satisfied, Liang Yicheng suddenly caught a glimpse of Fu Lang with a dark face, and said in surprise, "Brother Lang, go take a shower and sleep, it's almost noon! Hey! I haven't gone shopping yet!"

"Don't buy it, I will cook."

"Let me come, you go and rest for a while."

"No, you can accompany the cat."

Fu Lang glanced at the little white cat coldly, and the little white cat shrank into a ball shyly, not daring to look at him again.

Liang Yicheng couldn't smell the smell of old vinegar, but he still insisted on cooking, put down the cat, and put on Fu Lang's apron.

Just as Fu Lang's face softened a little, Liang Yicheng picked up the cat and stuffed it into the big pocket in front of the apron.

This scene seemed a bit familiar. Liang Yicheng took out quick-frozen corn dumplings from the refrigerator and threw them into the pot one by one.

It took about ten minutes for the dumplings to come out of the pan. Each one was swollen and round, and some of them were broken.

Liang Yicheng was a little frustrated, put down the cat, took off his apron, and picked up the dumplings, but Fu Lang suddenly touched the back of his neck.

"what!"

Liang Yicheng was extremely sensitive to Fu Lang's touch, Fu Lang's light touch made all the hairs on his body stand on end.

Liang Yicheng was still holding the plate in his hand, so he could only shrink his neck, embarrassed and annoyed: "What are you doing! I'm still holding the dumpling! What if it falls on the floor? You must be too dirty to eat it!"

Fu Lang didn't speak, but slowly stroked the back of his neck with his hand.

"Hmm - hiss!"

Fu Lang's warm hands were a little rough, making Liang Yicheng's scalp numb and his whole body go limp. Just as he groaned, there was a burning pain in the back of his neck.

"It's broken."

Fu Lang got very close, and his scorching breath gently breathed on the back of his neck, making his body heat up.

"Brother Lang..."

Liang Yicheng's voice was hoarse, and his eyes were covered with a layer of mist.

But Fu Lang bent down, lifted the back of the white wolf's neck with one hand, weighed it, and said indifferently: "It should lose weight. From today on, you are not allowed to feed it canned food."

The little white cat gnawed on the dry cat food aggrievedly.

Liang Yicheng also poked at the dumplings in the bowl aggrievedly, and the yellow crushed corn gradually covered the whole ball of meat.

This was probably not far from what was going on in his head.

Who told Fu Lang to be like this every time, just teasing, not putting out the fire.

The endurance of young people is always limited.

At this moment, he was extremely aggrieved, and finally asked:

"Why won't you make love to me?"

Luckily, Fu Lang wasn't eating, even so, Fu Lang's face couldn't hide his embarrassment: "You, you..."

Fu Lang choked for a long time, finally coughed lightly, and changed the subject abruptly: "The snacks you bought for me before were all bought in the old city?"

"Yes!"

Liang Yicheng looked expectant, like a small animal with its ears pricked up waiting for its master's praise.

Fu Lang laughed softly, rubbed his hair lovingly, suddenly remembered what the old men said, withdrew his hand, and asked, "But isn't that the way you go home?"

Hearing the word "go home", Liang Yicheng's ears drooped immediately, and he said, "It's not that direction, but it doesn't matter, I won't go home."

"why?"

"I don't want to... see my dad again."

There was a touch of sadness in the clear deer eyes, but the eyes were rare stubborn.

He raised his head and said firmly: "I don't want to in this life."

Fu Lang's reaction was beyond his expectation.

The smile disappeared on that handsome face, Fu Lang lowered his face, stared at him for a while, and then said word by word: "Don't make trouble, go home."

Liang Yicheng's eyes were red, he slammed down his chopsticks, stood up, and said firmly, "I won't return."

Fu Lang raised his head and looked at him quietly.

Obviously he was looking down at Fu Lang, but he lost a bit in terms of momentum.

His black eyes were cold, but he couldn't read the deepest emotion.

It's anger.

Still sad.

The magnetic voice was still pleasant to hear, but the tone was indifferent like he had never heard before:

"Don't be willful."

A faint sentence brought back Liang Yicheng's most painful memories and completely ignited Liang Yicheng's anger:

"I am willful? Why do you all say that I am willful?"

Fu Lang didn't answer, Liang Yicheng became even more emotional:

"Why don't you even ask why I don't want to see him, just say I'm capricious?"

Fu Lang looked at him silently, the look in his eyes that seemed to be looking at a vexatious child broke Liang Yicheng's heart.

His face was flushed with anger, and he growled, "Is it because he is my father that he can do whatever he wants, while I am capricious in everything I do? Why doesn't anyone say that he is wrong?"

His eyes gradually became moist, and Fu Lang, who was blurred in his vision, was still looking at him quietly, as if giving him a silent sentence.

"Why can he make mistakes? Why do I have to forgive him when he makes mistakes?"

Fu Lang's big hands with well-defined joints were already turning white, but he couldn't see them.

His heart was cold, but he was still unwilling to be cold to Fu Lang, and asked pleadingly:

"Brother Lang, if your father made a mistake, a... very serious mistake, would you still forgive him?"

"meeting."

Fu Lang answered almost immediately, his voice trembling slightly, but he couldn't hear it.

Weeping and choking, he said:

"Even...even if he killed the white wolf, will you forgive him?"

Fu Lang was silent for a long time, so long that he had a glimmer of hope.

But Fu Lang broke it cruelly: "Yes."

Liang Yicheng froze for a while, then suddenly reached out to wipe his face, and kicked the small table viciously, making the bowls and chopsticks on the table rattle.

"Actually, you don't care about the white wolf at all, do you?"

He turned around, supported the back of the sofa, and staggered to the corridor door.

His steps were slow, but Fu Lang didn't move.

He began to be glad that Fu Lang didn't chase after him, because he couldn't imagine his expression at the moment.

Before closing the door, he said softly:

"Don't care about me either."