lark in

"this is mine."

The world becomes a huge heartbeat, the river water and the night sky are turned upside down in an instant, the stars floating in the sky are shining in front of your eyes, and all the vastness is reduced to smallness.

"Sorry, I was just joking, I didn't know it was yours."

The boy who confessed earlier apologized hesitantly, but he couldn't hear clearly, only through Pikachu's eyes, he saw Zhong Fuchu looking down at him in a daze, his eyes easily passed through the hood, and collided with his gaze .

Then he was held by Zhong Fuchu's hand and left the noisy crowd.

His head and chest resonated together, he took short and clumsy steps, and swayed slowly, with a lot of words stuck in his chest, but he didn't want to break the current tranquility, for fear that it would be a big dream.

Zhong Fuchu pulled him all the way to the reeds near the river beach. There were a lot fewer people, but there were still couples in twos and threes embracing each other.

One person and one Pikachu stood facing each other, and he heard his own violent heartbeat in the small darkness.

Neither of the two spoke first, Zhou Yu'an was still immersed in those four words, until he saw Zhong Fuchu raising his hand to take off his hood, he took a step back hurriedly, jumped anxiously, shook his head and said: "No ,I'm not ready yet!"

Zhong Fuchu seemed to laugh, and asked, "What are you going to do?"

"Prepare...prepare what you want to say."

Zhong Fuchu didn't move his hood any more. He breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. He didn't know if it was too stuffy. He felt that his whole body was submerged in the scorching heat wave, and he could hear the sound of blood flowing. hitting the eardrum.

"Doctor Zhong, I..." As soon as he opened his head, he felt dizzy, as if thousands of butterflies flew past his eyes.

He took a deep breath and said again:

"I like you." When he said it, he realized that his voice was trembling. He quickly closed his eyes, resisting the dizziness and continued, "I liked you very early, like you like Pikachu."

He finally spoke out, with a low voice muffled inside the doll, like a child hiding under the quilt acting coquettishly, shyly trying to please adults.

The crowd in the square still hasn't dispersed, the candles of the confession are still not extinguished, the bustle and noise keep coming and going, lingering with the sound of the river, it's hazy and frightening.

He closed his eyes tightly, and didn't see Zhong Fuchu taking a step closer to him, with a softer smile than Jiang Feng in his eyes.

"I know."

Suddenly, he heard Zhong Fuchu's voice, and his ears moved like a frightened deer.

"Know it the day of your surgery."

He opened his eyes suddenly, and said in disbelief: "How could it be?"

"You didn't wake up after the operation, I sent you back to the ward, you said... We are perfect, we are a perfect match."

The shameful words came out of Zhong Fuchu's mouth, and the shame directly exploded to the sky. Zhou Yu'an almost wanted to hide in the doll for the rest of his life. Come down, so you sent him back and heard his nonsense?

"Zhou Yu'an."

Zhong Fuchu called his name suddenly, he recovered from his embarrassment and looked through the hole nervously.

"Can I see you?"

Before he could answer, his eyes suddenly lit up, the hood was taken off by Zhong Fuchu, and Jiang Feng instantly swept away the dry and hot breath in the cramped space.

There is no obstruction or cover anymore, all voices become extremely clear, and all admiration and joy are invisible.

He lowered his eyes in a panic, his ears were getting hotter and hotter, and it seemed like a helicopter was taking off in his mind, and the huge rotor stirred his chaotic thoughts.

"You don't have to look like me."

Hearing Zhong Fuchu's voice, he raised his head in a daze, and seeing Zhong Fuchu getting closer, he lowered his head and whispered in his ear:

"I like everything about you."

With a bang, large groups of fireworks exploded, colorful and bright in front of the instantly blurred eyes, and the heartbeat roared continuously with the dancing light and shadow.

He was stunned for a long time, and then gradually recovered from the roaring sound in his ears, and then the huge surprise and excitement fell down. He opened his round eyes and looked at Zhong Fuchu in front of him, with a smile on the corner of his mouth. It's getting bigger and bigger, and the two dimples can't hold it.

What to do, I really want to jump on him and get into his arms.

hold him!kiss him!Throw him down!

It's a pity, it's a pity that there are people nearby, he can only jump around anxiously, wishing to drive everyone away.

Zhong Fuchu looked at the blushing and restless person in front of him, looked a little helpless, and asked, "Are you happy?"

Zhou Yuan's starry eyes stared at Zhong Fuchu without blinking, and whispered: "Doctor Zhong, can you help put my head on?"

Zhong Fuchu was a little puzzled, but he still put Pikachu's hood on him.

Putting on the equipment, Zhou Yu'an jumped a few times vigorously, his ears trembling with excitement, he took a few steps back, and then ran away, waving his arms and swaying towards Zhong Fuchu's direction, shouting road:

"I'm coming!"

The chubby Pikachu jumped at a tall man in the night and the river wind, hitting his arms full.

Zhong Fuchu opened his arms and hugged the soft ball firmly, as if hugging a ball of cotton candy.

"From now on, are you my boyfriend?" Zhou Yu'an, who returned to the doll, became more courageous and asked loudly.

"Yes." Zhong Fuchu answered him in the affirmative.

Zhou Yu'an felt that he had never been so happy in the past 20 years. He clumsily hugged the man with his short arms and said with a smile:

"Boyfriend, can you kiss me?"

Zhong Fuchu was stunned, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he lowered his head and kissed Pikachu on the forehead.

People passing by occasionally looked at this side, discussing a few words in a low voice. They didn't know that Pikachuli's people were about to pass out from happiness.

I was really dizzy, my temples were throbbing, my heart was beating fast, and my chest felt tight.

He was reluctant to let go of Zhong Fuchu, and still held onto him, but then he couldn't help being dizzy, and finally said:

"Boyfriend, what should I do? I feel dizzy."

Zhong Fuchu immediately let go of him, then took off his hood, facing the light of the lampposts on the square, he found that Zhou Yu'an's face was dry red, which was abnormally red, but his lips were pale. He thought he was just shy.

Zhou Yu'an squinted his eyes, sweating inside all night without drinking any water, and suddenly felt weak and nauseous after being too excited.

"You have heat stroke." Zhong Fuchu frowned, touched Zhou Yu'an's face, his cheeks were hot.

"No way……"

It was a tragedy in the world, and they actually suffered from heat stroke on the first night together.

Zhong Fuchu quickly took off the doll clothes for him, and it turned out that the clothes all over his body were soaked with sweat. It was obvious that his body was a little dehydrated, but it shouldn't be serious.

"You must drink water now." Zhong Fuchu frowned, holding the doll costume in one hand, and supporting Zhou Yu'an in the other to walk to a nearby store.

Zhou Yu'an was indeed a little uncomfortable, and followed Zhong Fuchu obediently, but the excitement in his heart didn't diminish at all, instead it tended to become more and more excited.

"Doctor Zhong..." He has long been used to calling Zhong Fuchu like this, but he felt bad for a while, and shook his head, "It's too unfamiliar to call you like that. May I call you Fuchu?"

Zhong Fuchu looked down at him and asked, "Didn't you ask this question before?"

"I was too embarrassed to say that before." Zhou Yu'an pursed his lips and smiled, he took Zhong Fuchu's arm, looked around, and shouted in a very small voice: "Fuchu!"

"Yes." Zhong Fuchu replied in a low voice.

"Fuchu!" The voice was a little louder, with a sense of righteousness and confidence.

"Yes." Zhong Fuchu still answered patiently.

Zhou Yu'an's smiling eyes narrowed into slits, and now he feels like two people are together.

After resting for a while, he said again: "Don't always call me by my full name, call me Lolo, this is my nickname."

He didn't see Zhong Fuchu's unnatural expression for a moment, and after a while he said: "I'll call you Yu'an."

Zhou Yu'an thought he was too embarrassed to call him such a nickname, so he didn't force him, but he still shook his head and said, "Both teachers and friends are called Yu'an, it's not kind at all."

Zhong Fuchu changed the subject and asked, "Do you feel better now?"

Zhou Yu'an was a little disappointed, but still said: "I feel much better after a cool breeze."

When the two came to the store, Zhong Fuchu went in and bought some water, and when he came out, he unscrewed the bottle cap and handed it to Zhou Yu'an, saying, "Drink the water."

Zhou Yu'an took the water bottle and raised his head to drink water. Seeing Zhong Fuchu go shopping again, he took out a bottle of ice water and put it directly next to his neck, so excited that he almost sprayed water.

"After heat stroke, the temperature must be lowered." Zhong Fuchu said.

Zhou Yu'an nodded, took the ice water bottle from Zhong Fuchu's hand, and continued to press it on his neck.

The cold touch spread from the side of his neck, but it still couldn't shake off the heat in his heart and face. He looked at Zhong Fuchu and suggested, "How about... let's go for a walk nearby?"

Zhong Fuchu disagreed, and said: "You have to go back and rest early."

Zhou Yu'an was unhappy, and dragged out his voice: "Are you going back so early?"

Zhong Fuchu looked at him, smiled suddenly, and said: "It's not like going back separately."

Zhou Yu'an was stunned, his eyes lit up, and he said happily: "Yes, we live together."

The two went to pick up the car, and Zhou Yu'an, who was sitting in the car, still couldn't help being excited, asking that and this, like a primary school student going out for a spring outing.

"By the way, Doctor Zhong... Fuchu, why are you late today?" Zhou Yu'an suddenly thought of this question, and was still a little angry when he thought of waiting for so long.

"Sorry, the hospital is in a hurry, so I wasted time." In the afternoon, Chen Mufei's father had an accident, and he was called by Shao Fengwen to assist with the operation, but he didn't want to tell Zhou Yu'an about this, lest he get sullen.

Zhou Yu'an nodded and forgave in a very considerate manner, "It's okay, saving people is more important."

All the anxious waiting disappeared in Zhong Fuchu's words.

He looked at the light and shadow whizzing by outside the car window, and felt he was in a dream for a while, and then stared back at Zhong Fuchu's side face for a while, before he felt that he was in the real world.

The ride was short, and he was much better when he got off the car, and the feeling of stuffiness and dizziness finally dissipated.He looked around and saw that there was no one in the parking lot on the first floor, so he grabbed Zhong Fuchu's arm and followed him to the elevator.

But Zhong Fuchu gently broke away from his hand, he was stunned, before he could look over, his hand had already been grasped into the wide palm and wrapped it up forcefully.

His hand couldn't help trembling, but then it was held even tighter.He turned his head to look at Zhong Fuchu, his deep profile was softened by the dim light, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Zhou Yu'an felt that he was going to suffer from heatstroke again, as if holding a piece of hot coal in his hand, he silently prayed that there would be no one in the elevator.

"Ding--"

The elevator door opened, and there was a young woman inside. Zhou Yu'an tried to break free in a panic, but was held by Zhong Fuchu.The woman glanced at the hands of the two, and went out with no expression on her face, which was obviously commonplace.

Zhou Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, and was led into the elevator by Zhong Fuchu.

No one came in all the way, Zhou Yuan was held by Zhong Fuchu all the time, his heart was almost full of honey, he lowered his head and snickered, but he didn't know that the mirror of the elevator showed his expression in front of everyone at a glance.

He didn't realize it until he followed Zhong Fuchu out of the elevator and stopped in front of his own house.

"Rest early." Zhong Fuchu let go of his hand and rubbed his hair.

"Ah?" Zhou Yu'an looked at him blankly, "Aren't you together?"

Zhong Fuchu was stunned, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Together?"

"No, I didn't mean that." Zhou Yu'an suddenly came back to his senses, his eyes drooped and his ears turned red, "I, you, I'll go back first."

He was about to turn around and open the door, but Zhong Fuchu pressed his shoulder.

Then the hand stroked his collarbone, moved all the way to the back of his neck and clasped it tightly.

He was forced to raise his head, but before he had time to react, a shadow fell, and then his lips were covered with another layer of softness.

Like a light rain raid, like a spring willow blowing on the face.

Just a light touch already made his eyelashes tremble, and he was precariously falling on the branch, almost falling into the spring pond.

His lips parted, his breath was still there, he heard Zhong Fuchu say to him:

"An'an, good night."