On the Formation of a Pseudo Stand-In

Noticing that the other person's expression was wrong, Mu Chengan, who realized that he might have said something wrong, hurriedly stretched out his hand, and was about to take the little swing back: "Sorry, if you don't like it..."

"I like it." Ye Luo came back to his senses, subconsciously clenched the object in his palm, raised his other hand to stop him, his expression softened, "I like it very much, thank you."

Seeing the young man's brows and eyes softening suddenly, Mu Chengan felt the warmth and warmth of his fingers, and felt a tingling sensation in his back for no reason.

With a light cough, he gently withdrew his hand and rummaged in his pocket.

As soon as the corner of the money was exposed, the little guy opposite caught a glimpse of it, and the other party hurriedly stopped his movements and shook his head vigorously.

He didn't move any more, just watched the other party withdraw his hand as if being scalded, buried his head in his eyes, and pulled out a stack of crumpled money.

Seeing Ye Luo, who didn't look at him again, clutching the little swing that was dangling desperately with one hand, he squatted down and handed over the money.

Silently watching the hair twirling on the top of the boy's head, Mu Chengan put the banknotes back and sighed silently.

When walking back, Ye Luo was holding the little thing, and would fiddle with it solemnly every few minutes. Even passing by the small animal stall that he had been reluctant to part with at first, he didn't take his eyes off the little swing.

Mu Chengan's gaze slid across the young man's face, and fell far away on the little rabbit that no one cared about after the sky darkened. He always felt that it was beaten into Guanghan Palace at this moment.

When he retracted his gaze, Mu Chengan glanced at the side face of the young man, and then couldn't help but smile.

It wasn't until the boy had had enough fun that he remembered that there was another person beside him. He raised his head, and the lingering smile in his eyes dazzled Mu Chengan's eyes: "I'm very happy today, thank you, special."

"Thank me for what?" Mu Chengan raised his hand to rub his hair, and said with a smile, "You rush to buy everything, and you don't even give me a chance to be courteous."

Ye Luo kept turning his face to the side, blinked and walked for a while, until the opponent's hand was withdrawn, and then he moved his sore neck: "Thank you for leading me to find it."

Staring at the swinging swing, he pretended to be casual and asked for a while, "Yes, did I mention it someday? I like swinging."

"That's right." Mu Chengan didn't feel that there was anything wrong, and quickly replied, "When you were joking about this before, I laughed at you for being like a child."

Hearing this, Ye Luo paused for two seconds, then continued forward as if nothing had happened, and replied after a while, "Really... I almost forgot."

But ever since he grew up and left there, whenever he sees a swing, he must detour, let alone sit on it.

Turning his head slightly, Ye Luo saw that the corners of the other party's lips were curled up, looking ahead and walking leisurely, watching, at first he was fascinated, and then suddenly panicked.

There is much more panic than fear.

If it's just that the other party's memory is confused, or some plots are inadvertently added to the fake memory, it's barely plausible. The question is... how does he know what he likes?

It's not so much a favorite form of entertainment, as it is a kind of escape from the past.

It is impossible for him to let go of his burden and tell anyone, at least for now, Ye Luo turned his head back and bit his lower lip hard.

Not even him.

In the next few days, when the other party passed by by chance, Ye Luo refused the invitation without seeing him.

At this moment, he was lying on the bed with his head turned sideways, watching the small animals sitting side by side, and the small swing that was concentrating on the background board. After a long time, he finally let out a long sigh.

Ye Luo, who turned his head back, slammed his face into the pillow first, and after dozens of seconds, he didn't turn back until he was really bored.

The back of my head hit the pillow, and these words suddenly popped up in my brain: weird, unnatural, unthinkable.

Ye Luo, who was in a mess, took a long time to hear someone calling him softly, one after another without stopping, Ye Luo was so annoyed that he answered weakly.

Only later did she realize that it was Yan Wen's voice. Ye Luo opened her eyes and saw him standing beside the bed staring at her worriedly, very at a loss: "...Are you sick again?"

Seeing that he didn't answer right away, he hesitated and whispered after a while: "That person...is waiting for you outside again."

After Ye Luo heard the last sentence, her head hurt even more, and she tried her best not to yell loudly, but maintained a weak appearance and replied: "I'm sick, I'm dying, I don't want to see a doctor, I'm dying, I have to burn paper."

After closing his eyes and casually uttering a long list, Ye Luo only later realized that something was wrong, and at first glance, the easy-to-take guy really had a scorched face: "No, no, no, I'll go to brother Xiao Ran for help right away! I, too, came with that seducer madman."

As soon as he finished speaking, he wanted to rush over, and Ye Luo didn't care to analyze which sentence was more worthy of complaint, so he grabbed Yan Wen's clothes and looked refreshed when he turned his head: "Just kidding, I don't care about any illnesses. No, just lazy and want to sleep."

After finishing speaking, he yawned vigorously, pretending that... at least he could fool the person in front of him.

"Oh." Sure enough, Yan Wen immediately calmed down after hearing this, but nodded understandingly, "I said you didn't sleep on the weekends before, so you came here to save up for something."

Ye Luo was powerless to refute the many human settings imposed on him, so he had no choice but to push the boat along, twitching the corners of his mouth to echo a few times, and finally said casually: "Go out and say, I want to catch up on sleep, just sleep, let him...they don't Random thoughts."

After finishing speaking, he added worryingly: "The two of them are not allowed to come in. I need a good sleeping environment to spend the precious weekend. Disturbing people's dreams is equivalent to murdering money."

Yan Wen nodded approvingly and said hello.

Pricking up his ears to listen, Ye Luo could barely hear the urgent question not far from the door, but was blocked by Yan Wen's reluctant response.

Rubbing his body closer to the bed, Ye Luo still couldn't hear clearly, and even at the end the other party seemed to give up, and there was no sound at all.

While heaving a sigh of relief, Ye Luo felt conflicted and uncomfortable in his heart.

At least he would knock on the door before, muttering, Ye Luo moved back, turned his face to the wall, and bared his teeth at the little rabbit's ear.

Faced with frustration, Ye Luo scolded himself severely in his heart, finally closed his eyes, and fell asleep regardless.

The daytime in the bedroom with the curtains drawn is also like night. In this space where everything seems to be silent, only the small swing is still swinging leisurely because of the twists and turns just now.

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When he opened his eyes again, his body was immersed in the warm blanket for the first time in a long time, and Ye Luo was in a daze for a long time before he came back to his senses.

It's really been a long time since I came back, so long that everything has become strange.

Putting fingers curled up beside him, he pulled up the quilt cover slowly, and Ye Luo buried himself in the quilt that smelled of sunshine, with only messy hair left on his body.

In the darkness, he blinked hard first, until the astringency in his eyes was suppressed at least, and then he laughed softly.

Before he could finish being silly alone, his fingers were wrapped in a sudden warmth, and Ye Luo trembled from the familiar touch.

Holding her with both hands, Ye Luo pulled down the quilt together, and Ye Luo showed his eyebrows, his eyes were full of smiles.

Ye Luo, who exposed his whole head, let go of his right hand, letting the opponent's hand wrap around him, Ye Luo smiled and said, "I like you so much."

The gentleness in Mu Chengan's eyes covered up all the ecstasy. Hearing the other party's voice hoarse from a long sleep, his throat tightened: "I thought you would be angry, saying that I interrupted your rest."

"If you slept well, you might not be happy when you wake up." Ye Luo turned around with a smile, and faced him completely, "But you don't care, after all, the greatest pleasure of sleeping is dreaming sweet dreams..."

"A place with you is like a dream."

Mu Chengan was so amused by his waking up, dazed and full of love words, the agitation in his heart couldn't help it, so he bent down, and finally restrained himself into a light sigh. kiss.

Soft and trembling.

The hand on the back of the head rubbed it. Considering that the other party was just waking up, the kiss had no choice but to leave.

When the other party trembled and opened his eyes again, Mu Chengan's expression was flawless, except for a trace of grievance that couldn't be hidden: "You haven't opened your eyes to look at me for a long time, aren't you afraid of sprouting yourself?"

Seeing him like this, Ye Luo felt very distressed. He didn't care about recalling the strange events he had encountered. His heart and brain were sour and short-circuited.

But he didn't show it on his face, he just squeezed into the opponent's arms silently, pressed against his chest and asked in a low voice: "Why do I sprout?"

"The bubbles have sprouted." Mu Chengan smiled, his tone seemed to be joking, "Thinking that you don't want to open your eyes and look at me, I have to hold you in my arms every day to wash my face with tears."

Clinging close to the heartbeat of the other party, he heard the voice from the top of his head halfway through, obviously hoarse, but Ye Luo didn't say anything, and didn't ask anything.

After the other party finished speaking, he said something with a smile. Although his expression was sad, fortunately he hid it in the other party's chest so that he would not be found.

Ye Luo said: "I have sprouted, so I must have sucked up your tears long ago."

"Yes." Mu Chengan's heart softened when he heard this, and he couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips, and kissed the little guy's hair, "Suck all my tears, and you'll wake up with sprouts."

"Then... you won't need it in the future." Ye Luo rubbed against the other person's chest and whispered, "It's all sprouted, and if you soak it again, it will become swollen."

Mu Chengan didn't answer, but just clenched his hands so that the face of the person in his arms was pressed against his heart, and it took him a long while to relax, patting the little guy's back intermittently. .

The filming made Ye Luo feel drowsy, and only then did he hear the other party cough lightly, and then changed the subject and said unhurriedly: "The edema is also good."

Ye Luo braced his consciousness, raised his head, rubbed the top of his head against the man's chin, and blinked in confusion.

Hearing that the man didn't explain it, the smile deepened: "Edema, it sounds very interesting. It reminds me of a ball that can burst out with a puff."

After being silent for a while, Ye Luo, who was completely awake for the most part, always felt that something was wrong with what he said?

The author has something to say:

Thank you little angels =w=

(Forgive my poor words...and sleepy orz)