intracranial fetters

Cheng Lin narrowed his eyes to look at Lin Chan, and said, "Okay."

When they arrived at Lin Chan's house, Cheng Lin asked, "Do you need me to go up and help?"

"No, I'll just take out some clothes and change to a smaller suitcase."

Cheng Lin nodded, but was not persistent.

After Lin Chan finished tidying up, he looked around in each room, and wanted to take Cheng Lin's things to him, but after looking around, he found that Cheng Lin's things in his house were only an insulated lunch box and a coat.

The lunch box was delivered by Cheng Lin a few months ago when I went back to my home to catch up on the drawing. Inside were some home-cooked dishes and a small portion of rice. Cheng Lin’s company still had something to do, so they came and went in a hurry , before leaving, I confessed, "I didn't pretend to be too much food, you have to finish it."

The jacket was a long time ago. At that time, Cheng Lin hadn't broken up with him. It was the day before he left W City. The two had dinner at the restaurant and sent him back to the community. Walking nearby, the temperature at night was a bit low, Cheng Lin took off his coat and put it on for himself, Cheng Lin was tall, he was wearing just the right clothes, it became loose and casual on his body, and the sleeves were long enough He was able to cover his hands, and when he went up by himself, Cheng Lin hugged himself and told him softly, "Come back early."

As a result, it was almost a year since I left. When I came back to find Cheng Lin, Cheng Lin was sitting on the sofa, rubbing his eye sockets, and showing that exhausted look again, he asked himself, do you still have to leave?He pointed out his white hair to himself, and said, break up, don't contact me again, and can't be friends anymore.

But this time is different, Cheng Lin said this time, we will still be friends in the future, so we can do whatever we want in the future.

Maybe this is what it looks like to really let go, no longer expending energy to sever contact, but thinking about letting go of the relationship.

Lin Chan's nose was sore, the two talked about being together for almost eight years, but actually wasted a lot of time, always making noise, avoiding and losing their temper because of uneasiness, but Cheng Lin just sat there, either hanging his head or Look at yourself, and then do it silently, turning things into what you want.

Calculating carefully, the two of them had really spent more than five years together, but it exhausted both of them.

Lin Chan thought for a while, and only took Cheng Lin's coat with her.

When sitting in the car again, Cheng Lin looked at Lin Chan and asked, "Is it cold outside?"

Lin Chan nodded, "The wind is quite strong, by the way," Lin Chan shook the bag in his hand, "This is a coat you left at my house before."

Cheng Lin took it with a smile and put it aside casually, "I watched other people's performances on TV holding a box, I should have known that I should have stayed at your house for a longer time."

"Where is a box so exaggerated." Lin Chan paused, "I will find time to go to your house to pack my things when I get back."

"That's more than one box, put it in my place first, don't worry."

"Alright, let's go to the mall to buy something later, I don't want to go empty-handed."

Cheng Lin waved his hand, "I've bought everything and put it in the trunk." He continued, "The old house is not too close to here, and there are still a few hours' drive away. You should sleep for a while."

Lin Chan slept late last night and got up early this morning. Hearing this, she nodded, took out her phone, put on her earphones, and closed her eyes.

In the earphones is Placebo's Bosco.

That androgynous Aunt Bi sang over and over again, "How Isuckyoudry."

It was the Spring Festival when everyone was rushing home to celebrate the new year, the roads were always congested, stop and go all the way, Lin Chan didn't sleep well.

Often after the car stops, Lin Chan thinks he has reached the place, and then opens his eyes and sits up, and then Cheng Lin will whisper: "I haven't arrived yet, let's sleep."

When he really arrived at the place, Lin Chan couldn't react.

Cheng Lin reached out to help Lin Chan straighten his sleepy hair, "Here we are, just in time for lunch."

Lin Chan nodded, rubbed her face, and then regained consciousness, and found that the earphones had been put away by Cheng Lin and the phone had been put aside.

The Cheng family's old house is a kind of European-style building, and there is an unknown red flower planted in the yard, which makes people feel a little warmer in winter.

After walking a few steps, a servant came up to greet them, took the things from the two of them, and greeted them warmly: "Master Cheng and Mr. Lin are back? It's cold outside, go in quickly, clean up and wash your hands before eating." It's lunch."

Cheng Lin nodded, pointed to the luggage and said, "Mr. Lin shares a room with me, and the luggage is in my place. The rest are some New Year's goods we bought. This is the new Maojian that Mr. Lin bought for my dad. The old man likes it." Drink, put it in the study."

"Hey." The other party responded, and walked to the front with a bunch of things.

Seeing the man walk away, Lin Chancai said, "Is your family filming a Republic of China drama?".

"Don't think they call me young master. It would be great if they didn't call you young master. What can I say if the old man likes this?"

Lin Chan smiled and shook her head, "It's a big family."

Cheng Lin also laughed: "You should call us the ruffian leader." After speaking, he walked a little closer to Lin Chan, almost shoulder to shoulder.

Lin Chan glanced sideways.

Cheng Lin said: "The ruffian boss wants to trouble you to start acting. The old man is very smart, don't let him see it."

Lin Chan raised the corner of her mouth, pretending not to feel Cheng Lin's fingertips brushing against her palm.

After entering the room, looking at the group of people talking and laughing, Lin Chan felt a headache, Cheng Lin patted him on the shoulder, "It's okay, come with me."

After speaking, he put his arm around Lin Chan's shoulders and greeted the group of elders or peers.

Lin Chan was only responsible for curling the corners of her mouth, and when Cheng Lin said that this was my lover, she nodded politely and said hello.

After a round of pleasantries, Lin Chan saw some familiar faces. This time without Cheng Lin's introduction, Lin Chan bent slightly, "Hello, Uncle and Aunt."

Cheng's father nodded, and Cheng's mother smiled softly, "Xiao Chan is here, have you had breakfast?"

In fact, there was nothing to eat, Lin Chan responded, "I left after having breakfast with Cheng Lin."

Cheng's mother smiled deeper, "Go and wash your hands, we will have lunch soon."

Cheng Lin agreed, and led Lin Chan to the bathroom.

"My mother actually likes you very much. She was also an artist when she was young. She wrote some poems and drew some ink paintings. She always wanted to talk to you about this in the future." Cheng Lin wet his hands and squeezed the hand sanitizer, "It's a pity .”

"It's a pity, we can still talk about this in the future." Lin Chan looked at Cheng Lin, "You are still friends."

"That's good." Cheng Lin washed the foam in his hand, the warm water made people feel comfortable.

[The author has something to say]: I won’t be begging for comments today

to listen to music

Bosco from Placebo

one of my favorite bands from last year

Good night, wake up tomorrow morning is another day full of energy