time gap

The cramped space, the darkness where you can't see your fingers, the sound of footsteps stepping away, mixed with a few words of laughter and whistle.

There was also a choked and trembling cry for help: "Please, stop making trouble, let me out, let me out. I really can't be here, let me out..."

Lu Han only felt that his whole body was sinking into a deep quagmire, the surrounding darkness and the walls within reach seemed to swallow him up, and seemed to be pressing against his chest at any time, gradually he couldn't breathe, all his nerves They were all tense, the blood vessels were bursting one by one due to lack of oxygen, and the nails clasped the wall in a futile attempt to push it away.

But the feeling of suffocation became more and more intense. The moment he felt that he was about to die, a pair of cool hands gently patted his face.

"Brother, brother, wake up...Luhan, wake up Luhan..."

Wu Shixun was woken up by Luhan's dream talk, and he saw that he seemed to be fished out of the water, his hair was stuck to his forehead with sweat, his beautiful brows were tightly knit together, and he couldn't stop muttering vaguely Indistinct, like a dream asking for help.

Stretching out his hand to probe his forehead, to make sure that he didn't have a fever but was haunted by a nightmare, Wu Shixun heaved a sigh of relief, and gently patted his face to wake him up from the nightmare.

When Luhan opened his eyes, he saw Wu Shixun frowning nervously looking at him.

Against the backdrop of the moonlight, his handsome and fair face was as white as if it was about to become transparent.

"What's wrong with you? Did you have a nightmare? What did you dream about? Why are you sweating so much?"

There was another series of questions like a cannonball, Luhan raised the corners of his lips and showed a reassuring smile.

"It's okay, nightmare."

Wu Shixun didn't get the answer, but he didn't ask, he got up and brought a glass of warm water over to watch Lu Han drink it, and then lay down next to Lu Han again, stretched his arms and pulled him into his arms, with his chin pressed against his still wet bangs "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

As he spoke, he tightened his arms, and lightly patted Lu Han on the back, as if comforting a child who is afraid of the dark.

Lu Han moved in his arms, found a comfortable position, buried his head on his shoulder, gave a soft "um", and closed his eyes again.

Feeling the eyelashes brushing gently across the neck, Wu Shixun raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, and fell asleep contentedly.

Hearing the steady breathing of the people around him, Lu Han blinked his eyes, pursed his lips into a line, sighed again, silently chanting "Claustrophobia"

How long has it been?How long has this disease been cured?

What's the matter?Why do I keep having this dream over and over again recently?

Is it time again?

It should be, it's been five years.

The last time, the longest time, was only five years.

Looking up at Sehun's nearly perfect jawline, Luhan's fan-like eyelashes trembled, blocking the tears that flickered in his eyes.