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The sun had already set, and there was only a little afterglow in the sky. The sea breeze was blowing stronger than before, bringing raindrops like ice skates, hitting Ning Xiang's face.

Then he was hugged by Jiang Chenghui as soon as he turned around.

"Sorry, I'm late." Jiang Chenghui whispered.

Just now, Jiang Chenghui was in the middle of his work when he suddenly received a call from a friend telling him that something happened to Ning Xiang's father.

He hurriedly put down what he was doing and hurried over.

As soon as he came over, he saw Ning Xiang standing in a daze in the sea breeze.

Now the wind and rain on the shore was already very heavy, and the umbrella couldn't hold up. Almost everyone bent over to cover their faces to avoid the wind and rain. Only Ning Xiang didn't realize it, and stood blankly in the wind and rain.

His figure was originally slender than the people beside him, standing so abruptly, he felt as if he was going to be blown away by the wind and rain.

Jiang Chenghui walked over quickly, rubbed him into his arms, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Ning Xiang's whole body was clammy and cold, almost lifeless.

Jiang Chenghui simply wrapped the still sluggish young man with a coat, thanked the female special police next to him, and left with Ning Xiang.

Seeing the two of them walking away close together, the female special police smiled self-deprecatingly, then turned and left.

On the other side, Jiang Chenghui still hugged Ning Xiang tightly, even if the shirt inside was wet, he didn't care.

He quickly brought Ning Xiang to the car, then turned on the heater, and began to pick off Ning Xiang's clothes.

Ning Xiang was still dumbfounded, and obediently asked Jiang Chenghui to take off his clothes one by one.

Because it was autumn, Ning Xiang only wore a thin coat with a shirt inside, which was completely soaked and dripped when twisted.

Jiang Chenghui quickly unbuttoned him, revealing his thin and white upper body, and then wrapped him completely with a big towel, only revealing a furry black head.

Ning Xiang obediently looked at Jiang Chenghui in the large and soft towel, his eyes were still wandering.

Then start to take off the pants.

The trousers are not as easy to take off as the top. Ning Xiang is wearing thin fleece trousers, which are tightly attached to the skin because they are wet, and can only be pulled down a little.

Ning Xiang suddenly trembled.

Jiang Chenghui stopped and looked up at him.

Ning Xiang lowered his head, trying to cover his legs awkwardly.

Jiang Chenghui rubbed his head with a towel again: "If you don't want to, you can take it off yourself. I happen to have clothes in the car, which may not fit well. You can change them first."

He put it away when he was on a business trip last time, and never took it back. I didn't expect it to come in handy.

Ning Xiang glanced at him quickly, and agreed in a low voice.

After changing into dry clothes, Ning Xiang finally felt that his body was getting warmer and alive.

Jiang Chenghui helped him change his clothes, didn't ask any more questions, and just drove quietly.

Ning Xiang took a deep breath.

He had a lot to say, but didn't know how to speak for a while.

"Actually, the relationship between my dad and I has never been very good." He said suddenly.

He felt that his eye sockets seemed a little sore, or it might just be an illusion.

It's really strange, in the dream he didn't seem to be very sad, when he heard the news of the old man's death, he just went through the steps to help the old man prepare for the funeral and received visiting visitors, but his eyes didn't even turn red.

But this time, it was obviously the second time he had received news of the old man's accident, but his tears seemed to be unstoppable, and he wanted to flow out.

The warm and dry air in the car and the scent of sandalwood on Jiang Chenghui's body just aggravated his tears.

Ning Xiang blinked hard and looked out of the car.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, hitting the window glass obliquely, reflecting water spots one by one, and then condensed into tear stains, which were interlaced and left behind.

It was completely dark, and the street lights and the neon lights of the shops were turned on one after another, turning into countless blurred colored light clusters through the car windows through which the rain had flowed.

Ning Xiang stared blankly at those blurred lights and shadows.

"The only memory my dad and I have is that he took me out at night, and those two people weren't there that time. It was just me and my dad," he said in a low voice, "I should have been young at that time, tired of walking. , my dad carried me on his shoulders, and I hugged his head tightly, feeling taller than ever before."

"But this is also the only memory. Usually, he carried Ning Yuan like this, and I was the one who followed behind." Ning Xiang tilted his head and thought about it carefully, "Maybe this memory is also Unreal, who knows."

Ning Xiang's voice was a little hoarse, with a sense of deliberate indifference and alienation.

"But you still love him, so it doesn't matter if it's true or not." Jiang Chenghui said.

"Yeah, after all, he was the object of my admiration when I was a child. He raised me and never scolded me about money," Ning Xiang laughed. The object of complaint is dead, and all I can think of are his benefits."

Then one couldn't control it, and his tears finally stayed.

Jiang Chenghui slowly pulled over and stopped the car, and turned around.

"I always thought he was biased and only liked Ning Yuan. With a stepmother, there is a stepdad." Ning Xiang's speech speed gradually accelerated, "Even if the stepmother was arrested, he still looked like a good guy. I was really angry at the time. .”

Jiang Chenghui reached out and hugged Ning Xiang in his arms.

"But he really died, I'm still very sad, much more sad than I thought." Ning Xiang buried his face in Jiang Chenghui's arm, motionless, and said sullenly.

His tears once again wet Jiang Chenghui's sleeves.

Ning Xiang felt ashamed and wanted to turn around, but was hugged by Jiang Chenghui.

"I've said it before, if you want to cry, I'm willing to be your pillow anytime." Jiang Chenghui rubbed Ning Xiang's slightly damp fur and whispered.

Ning Xiang moved a few more times, and finally lay down obediently, like a poor little animal, its fur was wet and it had no home.

Jiang Chenghui wished he could take this little animal home and raise it carefully so that it wouldn't get any rain or wind.

He lowered his head and kissed Ning Xiang's hair little by little: "I am here and will always be with you."

Ning Xiang cried indulgently in Jiang Chenghui's arms again.

Jiang Chenghui's body temperature was already a little higher than his, and when they hugged each other, their skin felt especially warm to the touch.

At the end of crying, Ning Xiang had no strength at all, sobbing but still unwilling to get up.

Jiang Chenghui's embrace made him feel at ease. Those sad, parting, and even the fear of death could be temporarily far away.

Just stay with this person quietly.

Ning Xiang's head couldn't help but twitched a bit, and when he felt a wet touch, he suddenly came back to his senses and hurriedly sat up.

In the dimly lit car, Jiang Chenghui looked at him gently, like a patient elder and gentle friend who tolerated his gaffes.

Ning Xiang wiped his face in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, I can't control it, obviously..." Obviously this was the second time he heard the bad news, but last time, there was no one who could make him cry with peace of mind.

"I understand." Jiang Chenghui wiped away the remaining tears on his face with a tissue, "I said it a long time ago, I would be happy to be your pillow."

Ning Xiang raised his head and looked at this person seriously.

It was completely dark, and the street lamps on the street were turned on, and the dim light fell into this quiet small space, completely blocking the wind and rain from the outside.

Jiang Chenghui also looked at him. This person is always gentle, restrained, and extremely strong.

No matter when, as long as there is this person by his side, Ning Xiang can't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Obviously, he has known him for less than a year, but this person has almost become his psychological support.

However, the time they can stay together may not be as long as he imagined.

This is where Ning Xiang is most desperate.

Although he has only just confessed his heart, he already dreams of getting along with this person until he grows old, and he can watch this person's hair turn gray little by little, and wrinkles slowly add to his face.

Ning Xiang believes that even if he gets old, Jiang Chenghui will still be a handsome old man.

It would be a pity if I could not see that day.

Ning Xiang stretched out his hand and gently touched Jiang Chenghui's cheek, and he couldn't help but move his face closer.

At this moment, someone knocked on the car window, and a duty officer in a raincoat stood outside, asking if there was something wrong with the car.

Ning Xiang withdrew his hand in embarrassment, and smiled apologetically at the people outside: "Sorry, we just stopped to talk, thank you."

The people outside the car waved their hands vigorously, signaling the two to go back quickly: "The typhoon will escalate after the typhoon, so don't delay."

The two apologized again and drove away in a hurry.

While walking, Ning Xiang couldn't help but look back. The man on duty was wearing his raincoat and quickly returned to his car.

Ning Xiang fell back on the seat with a sigh, and looked at the bigger raindrops: "This typhoon will last for several days."

The car finally parked in the garage downstairs of the apartment.

Ning Xiang sat on the seat, still not wanting to move.

After crying a lot just now, the sadness that seemed to be clogged with mud in his heart was slightly relieved, but his body was still limp, and he couldn't even lift his hands and feet.

"When the wind and rain subside tomorrow, there will be further search and rescue operations," Jiang Chenghui said, "Maybe..."

Ning Xiang didn't look at him, but stared at the blinking lights outside the car window: "No, I know, the old man won't come back."

His expression was cold, his voice was hoarse, and he was tired and unable to cheer up.

Jiang Chenghui sighed, got out of the car first, then opened the passenger seat, took Ning Xiang's hand and put it next to his face: "No matter what, let's rest today, I will accompany you."

Ning Xiang turned his face, obviously looking at Jiang Chenghui, but the focus of his eyes was free, and it took a long time before he gently agreed.

Then, he followed Jiang Chenghui out of the car dully.

As soon as his feet fell from the car to the ground, he shook and almost couldn't stand.

Jiang Chenghui hurriedly supported Ning Xiang, but seeing that he was still unable to stand still, he half hugged him and led him away.

As he walked, he coaxed a child and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm here, I've always been here."

Ning Xiang's face was pressed against Jiang Chenghui's chest, listening to the steady and rhythmic heartbeat of the other party, he seemed to gain some strength a little bit.

When they returned to their apartment, Ning Xiang finally felt that his feet regained strength.

He tried his best to stand up straight, and said to Jiang Chenghui, "I'm fine, don't you still have things to do? You go to work first, I'll take a shower and go to sleep."

Jiang Chenghui refused to let go, but followed Ning Xiang forcefully into his room.

"I want to be with you," he said.

Jiang Chenghui really did what he said, even if Ning Xiang went into the bathroom, he would stand by.

It's just that there is no ambiguity, he is like a reassuring protector, no matter what Ning Xiang does, he will stay there, just look at him, and feel at ease.

Ning Xiang quickly took a shower, and then changed into pajamas. His pale face was already heated by the water vapor, and there was a little warm pink.

"Thank you, I'm much better now," Ning Xiang shyly grabbed the pajamas on his body, "You'd better do your own work, I really don't care."

Jiang Chenghui smiled, and then dragged Ning Xiang to his apartment. He pressed Ning Xiang on the sofa: "Wait for me a while, I'll take a shower too."

Ning Xiang nodded blankly.

His mind was still numb and he couldn't turn around, but his whole body was surrounded by the rich sandalwood fragrance, and he felt very at ease.

He leaned back on the sofa little by little, and closed his eyes gently.

It's really strange, he originally thought that he would see the shadows of countless old men when he closed his eyes, but in fact there was nothing.

There was only darkness in front of his eyes, and there was a bit of quiet coolness, but it was also soft and gentle, like a dreamland.

Then, Ning Xiang fell asleep.

Jiang Chenghui took a quick battle bath, and when he came out of the bathroom, he saw Ning Xiang lying on the sofa, falling asleep.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Ning Xiang slept so deeply that he didn't wake up even after being carried to the bed by Jiang Chenghui.

Jiang Chenghui helped him loosen his clothes, covered him with a quilt, and stroked his brow.

Ning Xiang's originally knit brows slowly loosened, the pink color on his face was still there, and he looked very quiet.

Jiang Chenghui lowered his head and kissed Ning Xiang on the forehead.

He stood up and left the bedroom, but the door was not closed tightly, but a crack was left to listen to the movement from here.

Then he went on with his own business.

In the middle of the night, Jiang Chenghui suddenly heard a bang from the next door.

He rushed over immediately.

The warm yellow desk lamp was left on, illuminating a small space beside the bed. Ning Xiang sat on the ground in a daze, hugging the quilt, staring blankly at Jiang Chenghui who rushed in.

"I seem to have a nightmare, dreaming that my father is dead." He murmured.

Jiang Chenghui walked over and picked up the person on the ground.

Ning Xiang clung to his shoulder and remained motionless.

The two of them sat in a slightly awkward posture, and Jiang Chenghui patted Ning Xiang's back lightly. Ning Xiang's breath was weak and damp.

After a long time, he said in a low voice: "So... isn't that a dream?"

Jiang Chenghui remained silent, gently kissing Ning Xiang's hair.

The night was long and quiet.

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