accompany me

This is a long dream.

There were no hysterical screams, no children's cries, the dream itself was a green tree, its leaves fell, and they poured into the long night——he saw something like fire being extinguished and buried, and the stars lit up, and in an instant dim.

Close your eyes - said the tree - close your eyes and it will pass and you will never wake up again.

No need to face the embarrassing cold night after waking up, no need to rush to the barren and hypocritical future day after day, no rules and disciplines, no principles to restrain - just close your eyes, close your eyes, and never wake up again.

There is no one waiting in front of you, and there is silence behind you, and the dust has settled.

The four words "dust settled" are like a spell that seduces people's hearts, it is so sweet that people tremble.He Yi stood under the tree, listening quietly, neither nodding nor shaking his head.

It's all over, he thought.

This is really a good dream that has been absent for a long time, and if it lasts for a second, it is like a rare but rare enjoyment.He has experienced too many "good dreams" that collapsed halfway, but none of them are as reassuring as today, as if the result has already been known-everything is over, this dream will not become a scourge, which makes people caught off guard .

The tree asked him if he agreed, and never woke up again.

He wanted to nod, but he always vaguely felt that he had overlooked something, and out of caution, he hesitated to say the word "yes".

So as if punishing his indecision, the branches whirled, and a large piece of dead leaves fell down, faintly burying half of his calf——he realized that he could not speak, and his throat hurt , like a fire.

The tree said that since he had no intention of refusing, he should be buried like this.

fair enough.He Yi lowered his head, looked at the fallen leaves that gradually covered his knees and almost covered his entire legs, thinking silently.

He knew that he had overlooked something, but he couldn't remember it—he didn't want to think about it.The whirling sound of the leaves is small and quiet, echoing in the infinite space and time, comforting him wordlessly, there is nothing wrong with falling asleep like this, no one will blame you.

It was a kind of serenity, laxity and confusion brought about by the sudden festering of a long-term cage and the silent collapse of all shackles.

It wasn't until the fallen leaves buried his chest that he felt a little short of breath, his throat was burning with pain, and his thirst intensified—this seemed to be different from what he had imagined, and it was not as calm and stable as he expected.

The tree asked him, what's wrong, do you want to go back on your word?

No—he shook his head silently, watching the fallen leaves getting closer and closer, and as if he suddenly remembered something, he moved his fingers bent by his side lightly.

It was just a fleeting, passive reaction, hardly a struggle, like he wanted to stop something, but even if nothing changed, he didn't think it mattered.

But in the next second, he felt the fallen leaves rustle, and a hand passed through the distant and blurred time and space, holding his bent finger.

"Are you willing to wake up?" the other party asked him.

He Yi still hadn't recovered, his first reaction when he opened his eyes was a severe pain in his throat and dizziness.

Then he realized another thing - this is obviously not the living room, he seems to be lying on the bed in the master bedroom of Chi Yang's house, the sky is still bright through the curtains, the sunlight outside is probably very good.

"You..." He met Chi Yang's gaze that seemed to be a half-smile, and was speechless for a moment.

"I asked for leave for you," Chi Yang said, "I must have caught a cold, and my forehead was very hot."

He Yi nodded, he didn't seem to be surprised—his consciousness gradually returned, and he felt at ease, no longer being led away by the magical sense of security in the dream.

The only unexpected factors are Chi Yang, this is Chi Yang's bed, Chi Yang's quilt is wrapped around him, and this person sitting by the bed.He turned over and curled up slightly in a more comfortable position. This realization made his ears feel hot for no reason, and his hands and feet were hot and weak after covering them for a long time.

"What's the matter?" Chi Yang stretched out his hand and touched his forehead—no results came out, he seemed to be pretending to touch his hair to take advantage, "I don't have cold medicine at home, what do you usually take... I help you You go out to buy?"

What He Yi thought was not about this.Perhaps because of illness, or just waking up from a dream, he rarely had some unreasonable desire for dependence, looking at Chi Yang's hand, he wanted to stick it again.

It's just that he couldn't say it, the inexplicable impulse flashed by, and he was quickly persuaded by himself.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Chi Yang thought it was a patient losing his temper, so he felt that he was in the wrong, so he calmed down and coaxed him: "No, I don't get sick very often, and I don't bother to take medicine when I'm sick. How can you be so delicate..."

"Pour me a glass of water," He Yi looked at him for a moment, then said softly, "... I will order the medicine myself, just go to the door and get it for me."

When he said this, he looked at Chi Yang, there was a little moisture in his black jade-like eyes, it seemed that he was uncomfortably burned, and the eye sockets were also red, which made his heart soften.

Chi Yang stretched out his hand to touch him: "What else?"

"Hmm..." He reached out and touched Chi Yang's clothes, motioning him to bend down.

His arms were hot, and his cheeks were actually hotter than before, giving him a softer touch—when Chi Yang was hugged by him around his shoulders and neck, his only thought was that he had bumped into a bird The little animal, sticky and cautiously hugged it, was incredibly soft.

Even if the young man's skeleton is thin, he does not have plump skin and flesh.

"Chi Yang..." He heard He Yi call him softly, his voice was hoarse, low and vague.

"Ok?"

This is actually a meaningless question.He knew exactly what the other party wanted, and he also knew what he should give at this moment.

"Is it hard?"

He Yi shook his head subconsciously, before the word "fortunately" came out, he suddenly thought of something, and changed his words: "A little bit..."

Then he paused again, and moved closer as if to support himself, and pressed against Chi Yang's neck, adding: "It's hard."

It's hard, please stay with me for a while-although the pain is completely bearable, it's a bit exaggerated to say it like this, and it seems that there are ulterior motives.

But he really had an ulterior motive.

Chi Yang put his hands around the back of his neck, moved it up again after hearing the words, and gently rubbed the base of his ears as if comforting: "Good..."

His experience of love is limited to flirting and love at first sight. No matter how much ambiguity is on the surface, he is a little helpless in such a warm scene. He can only say such weak words to coax people for a while. He himself finds it perfunctory.

But He Yi didn't seem to mind, on the contrary, he nodded against him as if he was satisfied.

I'm very good, as long as you are willing to stay, hug me for a few more minutes.

——As long as you like, as long as I want, I can always be good, more "good" than anyone you have ever met.

It turned out that his little boyfriend was so good-looking, with long and straight eyelashes, which fell down to cover his moist eyes like ink. The outline from the corner of his forehead to the bridge of his nose was clear and distinct. Maybe it was a little red due to the fever, and there was a faint trace of redness. Delicate luster like white porcelain—he always knew that He Yi had a good-looking appearance and was a very likable type.

What were the little girls in class saying.

"Moshang is like a jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world", probably this sentence.

Especially when viewed from top to bottom, the downturned contours of the eyes are eased by the angle, the neat black hair slightly covers the eyebrows and eyes, and the ears appear white, looking indescribably quiet and delicate.

How can it be so attractive.

Chi Yang combed his hair for him, put his fingers through the hair and put it on the pinna, and kneaded it lightly, dazed by the inexplicable and never-before-seen protective desire slowly rising from the bottom of his heart. Time is a little suspicious.

This is probably the quiet temperament that can only be precipitated after experiencing long-term silence and depression without sustenance. It emits a cold light like a jade plate, gentle and precious, which makes people fascinated.

"Chi Yang..."

"Well," Chi Yang came back to his senses, "thirsty?"

Having been with He Yi for a long time, he seems to be able to gradually detect certain emotions other than the other party's answer. For example, at this second, he clearly said "um" and nodded, but his fingers unconsciously grasped took off his clothes, apparently not wanting to let him go just like that.

"Buy some medicine." Chi Yang was a little startled, almost delusional that he was the one who was sick, "I'll get you a glass of water, be good."

He couldn't see He Yi's expression -- that expression of hesitating, but still restrained nodding in agreement.

"Actually... I haven't taken care of anyone much," he said, "It's just like taking care of myself, let alone other people."

He Yi looked at him and moved his lips, probably wanting to say something like "don't trouble you to take care of me".

"But I'm a quick learner." He rubbed He Yi's hair, stopped the other person from saying anything, like petting a small animal snuggled up to him, "I will learn to take care of you."

This was actually far beyond He Yi's expectations.

He nodded, and at a certain second, he almost had the urge to post it up and touch Chi Yang's palm: "Okay."

The first time someone said "take care of you" to him was the second day after his parents divorced and the cage was broken.

Chi Yang went out.

He Yi took his mobile phone and looked for a takeaway and medicine delivery shop. He chose the common cold medicine in his impression, and sent a screenshot of the order to Chi Yang. Curl up slightly in a comfortable position and close your eyes.

It seemed that he could still vaguely hear the small sounds coming from downstairs—maybe it was his illusion, or maybe Chi Yang really took out the cup and poured hot water.

The phone vibrated, probably Chi Yang replied the message, maybe "OK" or "Be good".People who are usually full of anger wish they could take advantage of him in every word, but now they don't bully him.

That's fine.He thought, why would he want to sleep forever just now?

How could he be willing to do so.

In fact, it was only a few minutes later, but for some reason, he missed Chi Yang's body temperature again—the way the other party hugged him and the intimate movements of touching his hair, obviously it wasn't very intimate, but it was surprisingly satisfying .

Maybe it's sick, the body temperature is high, the body feels low, and it feels cold and warm.

He was a little dazed, and in the next second he vaguely felt someone touching his forehead, and soon he woke up, and when he opened his eyes, he met Chi Yang's gaze.

This person is not as bad at taking care of others as he said, at least he knows how to twist a cold towel for him, and gently apply it to his forehead.

"Water," Chi Yang didn't let him stretch out his hand, helped him sit up and then fed him twice with his own hands, "Do you take the medicine before or after meals?"

"Half an hour before meals and two hours after meals..."

Chi Yang raised his eyebrows and muttered, "I remember quite clearly."

"Well, I eat it often." He Yi lowered his head and took another sip, signaling that he had had enough, and then lay back on the soft pillows, "...No, I would eat it when I was sick when I was a child. Come down and remember later."

His throat was actually sore, and it was difficult to speak at this time, Chi Yang was afraid that he would be out of breath, so he quickly patted the top of his head to show that he knew, and he was not very curious.

"Then let's eat after taking the medicine," he said, "There is porridge, I bought it downstairs, I remember that in TV dramas, when the male lead was sick, the girls would give them porridge..."

Not at all—He Yi thought, when he used to have a cold, his aunt who cooked would come to take care of him, so he should have had porridge, but it didn't always be porridge.

However, he has never asked for food and clothing. At this time, if he is given a bowl of heavy oily and spicy wonton, he can eat it without changing his face, and he doesn't think there is any problem with drinking porridge.

It seems that Chi Yang's point is not here. After hesitating for a moment, he added: "I really want to do it myself, but I don't have enough time, and I don't know much about these slow and meticulous things..."

"It's okay, I can do anything," He Yi said softly, "I can do anything, don't bother..."

Before he finished speaking, he seemed to hear a low sneer from above his head.

"what happened?"

"It's nothing," Chi Yang said with a smile, "I just think that you seem to have changed back to the way I first met."

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