Luggage Syndrome

The white birthday cake was actually made into the shape of a cat's face, with round sky blue eyes, and it was easy to tell who it was made of.

On the top of this white cat cake, which is almost the same as a children's cake, there is also a piece of white heart-shaped chocolate that does not match it, with three lines written crookedly on it:

Lango

happy Birthday

I love you

Fu Lang frowned and stared at the three lines for a long time.

Finally at a certain moment, he understood the ants crawling characters, and suddenly raised his head, his peach blossom eyes were round, even somewhat similar to the cat's eyes on a cake.

However, these warm eyes are brighter.

In the straight line of sight, there is a scorching heat.

Something surged in those pitch-black pupils.

Liang Yicheng had a strong intuition.

Fu Lang's shell was about to shatter.

Liang Yicheng took a deep breath, fixed his clear eyes on Fu Lang, and said softly:

"I love you."

It took him more than half an hour and wasted seven or eight pieces of chocolate before he finally wrote these three words on the chocolate.

However, he still wanted to spend his whole life engraving these three words on Fu Lang's heart.

Fu Lang's eyes were still hot, but he was a little more helpless.

He didn't dare to look at Liang Yicheng, and he didn't dare to look at the cake anymore, his gaze had nowhere to rest, like a child who made a mistake.

Suddenly, he stretched out a hand, took off the piece of heart-shaped chocolate, and stuffed it into his mouth hastily.

"Hey! Brother Lang!"

Fu Lang's movements were impatient, the chocolate was not small, and Liang Yicheng was afraid that he would choke on him.

Fu Lang stubbornly held the piece of chocolate in his mouth, his cheeks swelled up to a small piece, he was reluctant to chew it, like a greedy little hamster.

The thin chocolate chips melted quickly, Liang Yicheng watched Fu Lang's face gradually shrink, but Fu Lang still stared blankly at the white cake.

The removed chocolate took away a thin layer of white cream on the surface, revealing the orange mousse cake underneath.

It was a fine white cat, but it looked like it had been beaten to pieces by him.

Following his line of sight, Liang Yicheng found the small "wound". After thinking for a while, he took out a pink candle from the bag, inserted it exactly in the small "wound", and blocked it. Be strict.

"Brother Lang, although you are 27 years old this year, I can only light one candle for you, because this is the first birthday you and I have had."

Liang Yicheng lighted the candle carefully, rubbed his nose shyly, and said softly, "I still want to spend every birthday with you in the future."

"On this day next year, I will light two candles for you, and three in the next year, until there are too many candles to put down..."

"I still want to be with you."

Fu Lang stared blankly at the candle.

The pale yellow candlelight is bright and gentle, gradually permeating every corner, dyeing the cold room with a warm color.

Fu Lang said nothing, but slowly lowered his head.

Liang Yicheng couldn't see Fu Lang's expression, but Fu Lang's silence made him uneasy.

At this moment, under the illumination of the candlelight, he clearly saw a few drops of crystal clear liquid falling out from where he could not see, and landed straight on Fu Lang's pants.

Maybe there was a "pop" sound.

Or maybe it was the sound of his mind cracking.

Liang Yicheng's mind went blank for an instant.He stood up abruptly and threw himself in front of Fu Lang.

Liang Yicheng grabbed Fu Lang's face roughly, forcing him to raise his head.

Peach Blossom Pond burst its embankment.

The one he loves is broken.

Liang Yicheng's actions were so impatient that he took the small table aside.

The candlelight was brought to flicker, but stubbornly did not go out.

The flickering lights made Fu Lang look even more fragile.

"Brother Lang..."

Liang Yicheng felt that those half-closed peach blossom eyes were looking at him, but the tears gushing out made everything blurry.

I can't tell whether it's love or hate, and I can't tell whether it's joy or sorrow.

He could only see that handsome face was wet with the tears from the embankment, but Fu Lang allowed him to pinch it gently, not dodging or dodging, like a puppet without a soul.

Liang Yicheng's heart was cut like a knife, but he was helpless.

He gently held Fu Lang's face in his hand, closed his eyes, bent down, lowered his head, and slowly kissed the tightly closed lips.

At the moment of being kissed, Fu Lang trembled almost imperceptibly.

Fu Lang's lips were slightly moist, and Liang Yicheng slowly tasted the salty taste of tears.

Like a small animal that only licks the wounds of its injured companions, he tirelessly licked away the annoying smell that shouldn't appear on Fu Lang's body.

Finally, only the taste of Fu Lang remained on those two lips.

Satisfied, Liang Yicheng let go of Fu Lang, and just about to straighten up, he hugged him.

He fell forward unexpectedly, caught him firmly with both hands, and let him straddle the body of the person in front of him.

Liang Yicheng was firmly held down by his strong hands, and Fu Lang buried his head deeply in his chest.

Fu Lang didn't say a word, but his warm tears gradually wet Liang Yicheng's thin T-shirt, making his chest hot and humid.

Liang Yicheng's heart trembled with his sweetheart's sobs.

He wanted to give this man a good kiss.

Liang Yicheng gently pushed the head on his chest, but Fu Lang trembled suddenly, and then hugged him even tighter, as if wishing to squeeze all the air out of his lungs so that he could squeeze himself into his heart.

"Don't go..."

Fu Lang's voice was very low, but it shook Liang Yicheng's chest.

Constantly reverberating, constantly amplifying.

In this almost suffocating hug, Liang Yicheng suddenly understood.

Fu Lang was like a drowning man, instinctively clinging to his last hope at the dying moment of despair.

He was actually Fu Lang's last hope.

Liang Yicheng slowly raised his trembling hands and hugged Fu Lang's head.

"I won't go, Brother Lang, I won't go..."

Liang Yicheng's voice was extremely gentle, but his hands stroked Fu Lang's hair more gently.

Fu Lang finally let go of the comforting action, and the air that rushed into his lungs instantly made Liang Yicheng feel dizzy.

He closed his eyes, lowered his head, and kissed Fu Lang's hair gently.

He was once dissatisfied with Fu Lang's taciturnity.Even though he was by his side, Fu Lang still didn't want to tell him anything, he was burdened with everything alone.

He tried his best and was careful, just wanting to solve Fu Lang's problems.

But he never thought that what Fu Lang longed for was never for him to share.

He always hated his own powerlessness.

What he can give Fu Lang is only negligible feelings and a negligible sense of security.

But he didn't expect that if he took away all these things that he thought were worthless, Fu Lang, who was as strong as Fu Lang, would also collapse.

Fu Lang still quietly buried his face in Liang Yicheng's chest.

Liang Yicheng was afraid that Fu Lang would suffocate, so he could only stroke Fu Lang's back to make sure he was still breathing.

"Brother Lang, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that that day. I just... thought of the sheriff and couldn't control myself. I'm really... so sad. "

Fu Lang didn't move, but Liang Yicheng knew he was listening, and said softly:

"Brother Lang, do you know? Most of the blue-eyed white cats are deaf. Xiaobai is lucky, he can hear. But sheriff, he can't hear..."

Fu Lang's embrace suddenly tightened, and Liang Yicheng patted him on the back lightly.

"That holiday, I broke a promise to my parents and brought the sheriff home."

That year coincided with the National Day and Mid-Autumn Festival holidays, and the holidays were very long.Although Liang Yicheng was unwilling to part with the police chief, he was also unwilling to disappoint his grandma who was taken to live in her home during the holidays, so he promised to go home during the reunion festival.

The holiday is approaching, but the friend who promised to foster the sheriff decides to go out for a week.In a hurry, Liang Yicheng had no choice but to take the sheriff home.

Liang Pengxing, Liang Yicheng's father, was furious on the spot.

Liang Yicheng couldn't stop apologizing, but Liang Pengxing was aggressive. Later, Liang Yicheng lost his temper after being scolded. He hugged the police chief and went back to his room, slamming the door heavily.

For the first two days after returning home, Liang Yicheng locked himself in the room.With the well-behaved sheriff by his side, he didn't find it difficult, on the contrary, he was very happy.

Every time he was on vacation, he was so eager to bring the sheriff home.Only in this way, the sheriff will not have to go through the parting that he shouldn't have.The separation from the sheriff is like a blunt knife, slowly hurting it again and again, day after day, making it more withdrawn and timid.

However, the Sheriff was vulnerable enough already.

Not long after raising the sheriff, Liang Yicheng noticed that the sheriff had abnormal hearing, and hurriedly took it to the pet hospital where he was adopted for examination, but was told that the sheriff was born deaf, and the previous owner probably abandoned it because of this.

Liang Yicheng didn't blame the pet hospital for concealing it, but felt distressed and doted on the sheriff even more.

Liang Pengxing was afraid that he would learn bad things, and he didn't have enough living expenses, so he saved money on food and expenses. Even if he couldn't fill his stomach, he still had to feed the sheriff's best cat food and canned food.

After all, no one in the world would love it except him.

He wants to shelter it from wind and rain and give it the warmest home.

On the third day of the cold war with his father, under the persuasion of Liang's mother, Cen Fen, Liang Yicheng went out with his mother and grandmother.

When I got home, the sheriff in the room was gone.

Liang Yicheng frantically searched every corner of the house. Liang Pengxing crossed his arms and watched him finish the search before saying, "You can't find it at home."

Liang Yicheng raised his head suddenly, and understood something from his father's calm face, his eyes were red with anxiety: "What did you do to the police chief?! Where did you get it?!"

Liang Pengxing smiled gloatingly, and said, "I saw it squatting on your window and looking around. I guessed it wanted to go out, so I took it for a walk in the park. But it didn't seem to want to come back, so I can only Let it go."

Liang Yicheng was furious, but he had no time to quarrel with his father, his thoughts were all on the police chief, and he rushed out the door in a hurry.

Later, the sheriff was found.

It seemed to be unscathed, and it seemed to have lost its soul.

Tianlan's eyes were cloudy, as if he had completely lost his trust in this world.

"After I found the sheriff, I almost got into a fight with my dad. My grandma stopped us. In the end, my mother made the decision and sent the sheriff to my uncle's house."

"I took the sheriff to my uncle's house, and the sheriff hid immediately. I sent him to a foster care place before, and he was afraid and would always stick to me, but that time he didn't."

Liang Yicheng smiled wryly, and said, "It seems that it doesn't trust me anymore."

"The sheriff has changed since he was found. It doesn't eat or drink, as if suffering from depression. I don't know if the cat will also have this disease, but after I sent it to my uncle's house, it ignored everyone. , staring at one place in a daze all day long..."

"I see it almost every day. Finally one day, it sees me."

"But, the look in its eyes at that time..."

Liang Yicheng's voice trembled and gradually choked up.

Fu Lang didn't know when to let him go, supported his waist with both hands, rested his forehead on his collarbone, and gently rubbed the tip of his nose against his chest, as if to comfort him.

Liang Yicheng hugged Fu Lang tightly, and said in a low voice, "It's really, so sad, so desperate..."

"The next day, the sheriff died."

"I will never be able to protect it...but no one can hurt it anymore. Maybe this is what it wants."

The strength in Liang Yicheng's body seemed to be drained, and he slowly sat on Fu Lang's body.

Fu Lang hugged him firmly, but turned his head to prevent him from seeing his crying face.

Liang Yicheng could only rest his head on Fu Lang's shoulder.

Fu Lang's embrace, Fu Lang's body temperature, and Fu Lang's breath made his eyes sore, and he finally poured out the words hidden deep in his heart:

"Brother Lang...I always thought...the sheriff jumped off the stairs by himself..."

The author says:

I wrote about the scene of Orange going to the park to find the sheriff before. I don’t know if you still remember that the time has passed for a while. You can take a look at Chapter 24...