crush again

After returning home, all the lights went out.Seeing that it was past eleven o'clock, Huo Yang breathed a sigh of relief and walked upstairs quietly.

When he passed Ye Lang's room, he saw a slit of light on the ground, turned his head, and found that the light was still on in his room.

This little brat, going to bed is getting late.

Huo Yang hesitated for a long time between "Don't make troubles and go back to sleep" and "He has to go to school tomorrow and can't sleep too late", but he knocked on the door lightly and reminded with a voice that only he could hear: " sleep earlier."

As soon as he was about to leave, the door opened immediately, and there was a gust of wind, which caught him off guard.

Huo Yang, male, 23 years old, died of soft heart.

Ye Lang brushed his half-wet hair to the top of his head, narrowed his eyes, "Where have you been?"

"Go out to eat." Huo Yang glanced at him, turned around and was about to go back to his room.

When his wrist was grabbed by cold fingers, Huo Yang flung him away violently as if he had been electrocuted.

"You—" he suppressed his anger, turned his head, and saw Ye Lang spread his hands innocently, "I want you to blow my hair."

"Blow it yourself." Huo Yang frowned.

"You haven't given it to me for a long time..." Before Ye Lang finished speaking, the young man entered the room without looking back, and slammed the door shut.

There was silence in the huge house.

Huo Yang threw himself on the bed angrily, and started the endless cycle of staring at the ceiling again, a single mechanical sentence repeated in his mind: "Calm down, calm down, calm down, calm down..."

After a long time, the door rang.It seems that Ye Lang kicked the door panel, "Brother, are you there?"

"..." Huo Yang still stared at the ceiling.

"The cup fell just now," Ye Lang said, "Bleeding from my hand."

Huo Yang was still lying still.

The outside kicked the door persistently.He lay there sluggishly, thinking that this kid dared to kick his door, the next step would be to chop him with a knife?It's not polite to knock on the door... oh, maybe it's because both hands are scratched.

Thinking that Ye Lang might not be able to bandage himself, Huo Yang had no choice but to climb up again in despair, and opened the door.

The corridor was dark, and Huo Yang saw that Ye Lang's hands were pierced with many shiny glass shards by the light in the room, and there was a deep wound in the palm of his right hand, dripping sticky water. Blood.

Seeing this tragedy, the corners of his eyes twitched, "How did you do it?"

Ye Lang acted as if nothing had happened, "There was water in the cup, and it slipped accidentally, and my hand was on the ground."

Bullshit!

When Ye Lang just came back, he fell in the bathroom, Huo Yang went to buy special non-slip slippers, and tried several times before putting them on for him.He was also afraid that the huanghuali floor would be slippery if it got wet, so he laid a pure wool carpet under his bed, and he would never fall down while wearing roller skates.This bastard thing doesn't bump for a day, it's like itchy skin!

This is terrible, the depression of the whole day came to his mind, he pointed at Ye Lang furiously, "Who will you show yourself to be ruined!"

"I don't have one," Ye Lang lifted his chin, showing him that there is also a scar on his neck, "I really fell."

Huo Yang didn't want to believe his nonsense at all, grabbed his wrist and looked at it, feeling that there was a powder keg in his stomach that either misfired or was about to explode.He turned around and entered the room, and searched for a long time for the medicine box. Ye Lang followed him in and saw that he searched for a long time in the medicine box, found tweezers and needles, iodine and cotton wool, and took a flashlight from the drawer.

Ye Lang obediently sat down beside the bed, seeing Huo Yang half-kneeling in front of him, tearing off a piece of adhesive tape with his teeth, he didn't lift his head, and didn't talk to him.

Some glass shards were so broken that Huo Yang had to bite the flashlight, rummaged through them bit by bit with the tip of a needle, and then carefully picked them out with the corner of the tweezers.He didn't know how many times he yelled at this kid, but fortunately Ye Lang was stubborn and kept silent, otherwise he might not be able to control himself to yell at him.

Finally, he cleaned up all the visible glass shards, and to prevent omissions, he took the torn adhesive tape to paste the surface of the wound.This process was a bit cruel, Huo Yang pressed the tape up, and then tore it off bit by bit, the wound on Ye Lang's palm was congealed, but when the skin was torn up, a lot of blood gushed out again, as if he didn't want money.

"Brother." Ye Lang called him.

Huo Yang was controlling his own strength, tearing off the tape very carefully, his forehead was almost covered with sweat.He thought Ye Lang was going to cry out for pain, so he stopped, "Why..."

As soon as he stopped, a superficial touch suddenly fell on his forehead.

The young man's lips were soft, and the touch was very light. When his breath lingered from Huo Yang's forehead, it was clean and smelled like lemon shower gel.

It was this breath that made Huo Yang dazed for a moment, forgetting to dodge backwards.

It was so clean, like a breeze swirling over a pond, or a drop of rain on the nape of the neck.

The lips slid down.Huo Yang's eye sockets became hot, and then his entire eye sockets felt sore and numb—Ye Lang's tongue licked his eyelids, and even brushed his eyelashes teasingly.

Huo Yang, "..."

Clean ass!

Coincidentally, he was still holding half of the adhesive tape in his hand.As soon as he let go, the tape would stick back; but if he tried to tear Ye Lang to pieces, he couldn't bear it.

The retarded designer's evaluation of him was actually very accurate.Ye Lang is a naughty brat, and Huo Yang doesn't believe that it's just the right time for him to play hooligans.After squatting in place for a long time, he had to stick a sign of "Stand still" on his forehead, lowered his head, continued to tear off the adhesive tape, disinfected, sprinkled medicine, and wrapped bandages.

Ye Lang watched him stand up after finishing these, "Can I sleep in your room?"

"Whatever." Huo Yang rolled up the quilt and pillow, and walked out the door.

Ye Lang reminded him: "I didn't make the bed, and I didn't change my pajamas."

Huo Yang made up his mind, and when he closed the door, he left a sentence: "It's not disabled, you can find a way by yourself."

He ran downstairs to make do with the night on the sofa.This sleep was a solid sleep, because this place can only squeeze one person in, and it is absolutely impossible for another person to squeeze in after he sleeps alone.

After making breakfast the next morning, Ye Lang deliberately waved the two rice dumplings in front of Huo Yang, emphasizing: "I can't hold the spoon with my hands."

"Eat eggs." Huo Yang took a sip of soy milk without moving.

"Don't eat, my hands hurt."

"That's hungry."

Ye Lang frowned, "No."

Huo Yang went to the kitchen to get a straw, put it in his cup, sat down, and lowered his head to peel the boiled egg, "Student, you hurt your palm, not your fingers. It's good to pick some mustard greens to eat. "

Ye Lang looked at him for a while, then raised his hand and knocked the cup over to the ground.

Huo Yang finished his breakfast, wiped his mouth with a piece of paper, and then looked at Ye Lang, who was leaning on the chair with his arms folded.He stood up, pointing at the soy milk and cup fragments scattered all over the floor, "Ye Lang, I ask you to clean up this place before I come back tonight."

Ye Lang raised his eyebrows, "What if I don't clean up?"

"you try."

Huo Yang was expressionless when he said this, he had been expressionless all morning.He didn't clean up the dishes either, he just stood up, took off the bag from the coat rack, slammed the door and left.

In the afternoon, when Huo Yang came back, he saw that the mess by the dining table had indeed been cleaned up, but the atmosphere of the dinner was very stiff.The two of them didn't talk to each other, they held their rice bowls and focused on eating.

Ye Lang wore only disposable gloves, and ate the pilaf without saying a word. Huo Yang took the time to glance at him, and saw him curling his fingers with difficulty, eating for a while and then stopping for a while, holding the straw in his mouth to drink A mouthful of porridge.

He lowered his head, unable to see what his expression was.

Huo Yang forced himself to look away, not to listen to the sound of him inhaling lightly as he was scalded by the hot porridge, chewing the tasteless rice in his mouth.

There was a big stone stuck in his chest, which made him unable to breathe. Several times he wanted to open his mouth and say "Bring me the spoon, I'll feed you", but he swallowed it back several times.

He can't always be this softhearted.he can no longer...

At night, Huo Yang heard Ye Lang come to the door of his room, but he didn't come in, just stood there and whispered: "It's time to change the dressing."

"..." Huo Yang's entire upper body sank into the bed. After a long time, he raised his hand to cover his eyes, "Go to the clinic in the community. Go east, 500 meters. Bring some money."

The door was also silent for a long time.

Huo Yang heard his footsteps gradually fade away, and the door of the next room slammed shut.He suddenly regretted it very much, got up and glanced at his watch, sat for a while, and grabbed the mobile phone beside him.

He still shuffled over and knocked on the door next door, "I'm with you. It's too late, it's not safe."

There was no sound in the room.After a while, Ye Lang opened the door and looked like he had already put on his coat. He glanced at him and didn't say yes or no, but just followed behind silently.

The evening wind in May was still cool, and the two walked one after the other, as if they were alone, and the wind and coolness seemed particularly bleak.

When I arrived at the clinic, the gauze was removed and I said that I would re-check for glass shards.The doctor buried his head very low, pawing at Ye Lang's wound like digging through garbage. When disinfecting, everyone dipped a cotton swab in iodine. He poured the iodine on the cotton ball and pressed it on Ye Lang. Lang's injury.

Huo Yang clearly saw Ye Lang's wrist tremble violently, his heart throbbed in pain, and he really wanted to smash the doctor's head to pieces.

When the doctor was dressing up, he couldn't bear it any longer, "Doctor, how about I..."

Ye Lang's mouth turned white, his eyebrows were almost twisted into pimples, and he tried to stop him, "I'm fine, I don't need you."

The doctor said heartlessly: "Oh, you are such a big boy, can you bear this pain? Are you his brother?"

Huo Yang was angry and hurt, he stood for a while, then suddenly pushed the door and went out, holding a cigarette in his mouth irritably.

After he smoked three or four cigarettes, Ye Lang came out and finished smoking with him without saying a word.Huo Yang threw all the cigarette butts in his hand into the trash can, walked back to him, and said in a low voice: "I won't come tomorrow, I think he is a stupid quack."

Smelling the bitter tobacco smell on his body, Ye Lang took a deep breath, "I'm fine, it's not...very painful."

"Is your nerve dead?" Huo Yang frowned.

Ye Lang paused, then raised his head, his dark pupils looked directly into Huo Yang's eyes, "When you stood next to me at first...it didn't hurt so much."

The night wind was gentle.

The sky in Beijing was so dark that there was no starlight.

It took Huo Yang a long time before he found his voice, "...go back?"

"En." Ye Lang nodded, and took the lead, this time he walked in front of Huo Yang.

That night, when Ye Lang said he wanted to sleep with him again, and said "I woke up with pain in my hands in the middle of the night", Huo Yang failed to strengthen his will, and sighed resignedly, saying, "Okay."

He put water in the bathtub, and Ye Lang sat in it, with his arms outside the bathtub, and let him slowly wash off the foam on his head with his head up.Like taking care of him when he was a child, Huo Yang wrapped him in a bath towel, put on pajamas, and dried his hair as he wished.

Ye Lang has always been very honest, doing whatever he says he wants, and he doesn't make any moves.This made Huo Yang feel a little relieved, and gave up the idea of ​​playing the floor.

As a result, as soon as the lights were turned off and the quilt was pulled, things became completely different.

There was chaos on the bed for a long time, finally Huo Yang couldn't bear it anymore, broke out of the bed, and shouted: "If you are not honest, get out!"

Ye Lang impatiently grabbed a pillow from the ground, covered his crotch, and hugged Huo Yang again, "I can't control this again. Can this work?"

Huo Yang felt very hot, and he was sweating. The arm around his waist was emitting heat continuously, which made him feel like he was roasting in an oven.He pulled that arm away, Ye Lang put it on again, he pulled it away again, Ye Lang put it on again...

This is no ordinary octopus, this is a deranged and malarial octopus.

Huo Yang lost his patience, quickly turned over and got out of bed, "Go to sleep by yourself."

Ye Lang also sat up, watched him roll away the bedding, and sat cross-legged like an old monk in meditation, holding a pillow, with his hands on his knees.

He sat like this for a while, and suddenly said: "Brother, do you regret raising me?"

The author has something to say:

I forgot to say, I didn’t do the attack, it’s just... Hu (hù) Lu (lū) baby

Gong is only 15 years old