South of Chutian

The two of them overlapped each other and squeezed into the narrow single bed.Fortunately, the bed was firm enough and didn't make any blushing noises.The sky outside the window gradually darkened, Tang Heng stared at the small piece of glass in rapt attention, and Li Yuechi's breathing was next to his ears.He buried his cheek between Tang Heng's hair, and his breath was warm on Tang Heng's cheek.

After hugging like this for a while, Tang Heng asked softly, "What time is it?"

Li Yuechi didn't move, and leaned into Tang Heng's ear and said, "It's past four o'clock."

"It's getting dark."

"Well, it's going to rain."

Not a while after they finished speaking, it was raining lightly outside the window.The sky was getting darker, and the sky framed by the windows was like an inkstone filled with water.Tang Heng looked at it for a while, then gently closed his eyes.

He whispered, "The doctor diagnosed me with BPD."

Li Yuechi's breath paused, and he asked, "What is this?"

"Borderline personality disorder, a...mental problem."

"When was it diagnosed?"

"Can not remember."

"Tang Heng."

"Ok?"

"Tell me all."

"Actually, it's nothing." Those pictures flashed in his mind, and Tang Heng frowned. "It's just seeing a doctor, taking medicine, returning to the doctor... and so on. Afterwards, he recovered well, and the medicine was stopped."

Li Yuechi was silent for a few seconds, and said in a declarative tone: "It's because of me."

"Part of it." Tang Heng tightened his arms and put his arms around Li Yuechi's waist. "It was quite chaotic at the time, thinking about everything."

"Ever hurt yourself?"

"No."

"Really?"

"Really, it hurts so much, I can't bear it," Tang Heng smiled, "It's just lying down every day, and it's very hard in the evening."

"In the evening."

"Well, the house I was renting was next to the church, with a Gothic spire. In the evening, the lights of the church were on, and when I looked out from the window, I could see the sky was very brightly reflected."

"and then?"

"Then I just lay in bed and watched the sky get darker and the lights brighter and finally it was dark."

Li Yuechi was silent, and raised his hand to caress Tang Heng's back.The sweat on their bodies has dried, perhaps because of the rain, the room is a little cold.Li Yuechi put the quilt on the two of them, and rubbed Tang Heng's skin under the quilt with his palms. There were calluses on his palms, which brought some slight itchiness.Tang Heng yawned, feeling a little sleepy.

Li Yuechi said softly, "Go to sleep for a while."

Tang Heng said "Yes", "Can you accompany me?"

Li Yuechi said, "Okay."

"I think you're by my side, it seems like there's nothing wrong in the evening." Tang Heng smiled after finishing speaking, and just stood next to Li Yuechi, closing his eyes.

Perhaps the sound of the rain outside the window was too hypnotizing, or maybe the satiated body was too exhausted, this sleep was very deep, and I didn't even dream.When Tang Heng woke up, he felt that his limbs were limp - of course, there may be other reasons.

Li Yuechi was beside him, gently holding his waist, and his calf rested on Li Yuechi's calf.

Tang Heng was in a daze for a few seconds and said, "You are really here."

Li Yuechi said, "Really."

"Hmm..." Tang Heng blinked, "What time is it?"

"06:30."

"What's the date today?"

"April eleven."

"Oh."

"I'll fetch water and wipe it for you," Li Yuechi said, "and then eat."

After he finished speaking, he got up, dressed, and went out.Tang Heng pulled the quilt up until it covered his chin.The parts behind her were swollen and painful, probably due to swelling.Tang Heng lowered his head and sniffed, and smelled a very faint scent of cream—the bottle that Li Yuechi used on him.

Although Li Yuechi closed the door, this kind of wooden house has almost no sound insulation.Tang Heng huddled under the quilt, and heard Li Yuechi say: "Mom, don't heat up the rice, I want to boil water."

"What do you boil water for?"

"Give Teacher Tang a bath."

"Oh, he has a fever, don't wash it..."

"I can't do without washing," Li Yuechi paused, "He's spoiled."

Tang Heng: ...

After a while, Li Yuechi entered the room with hot water, put down the basin and went out again. When he came back, he held a towel in one hand and underwear in the other.

He threw the towel into the basin and his underwear to Tang Heng.The dark blue boxer briefs were a little rough at the edges, Tang Heng asked in a low voice, "Are these yours?"

Li Yuechi nodded: "There are no new ones at home."

"Oh……"

Li Yuechi looked at him: "You don't need to wear it."

Tang Heng's face became hot, and he quickly said, "That's not what I meant."

"Well," Li Yuechi was silent for a moment, as if thinking about it seriously, and then asked, "You don't like this color?"

"..."

He just suddenly remembered what happened six years ago—strange, he couldn't even remember the date and month of today, but he could accurately remember what happened six years ago.Six years ago, they used to spend the night in that rented house, and their clothes were messy and mixed together—it was hard to tell who belonged to whom, after all, Tang Heng's clothes had logos, and Li Yuechi's was a ten-yuan, twenty-yuan street stall. goods.The clothes are easy to distinguish, but the underwear is troublesome. The two have similar physiques, and they are often in a hurry. When they throw their underwear together, they can't tell which one they have when they wake up.

Later Tang Heng bought two boxes of new underwear and put them in the rental house, one box of dark blue underwear for Li Yuechi and one box of white underwear for himself.

He was surprised that he could remember such details—it seemed that he had left those memories in that rental house, and he closed the door gently in the night, thinking that they would disappear in the darkness.

Pushing the door open now, all it takes is a ray of light, and he sees they're all still there.

Li Yuechi wrung out the towel, lifted Tang Heng's quilt, and said in a low voice, "You lie down."

The lights in the room were bright, Tang Heng was a little embarrassed: "I'll do it myself."

"You can't see."

"It's okay, anyway..."

"Lie down," Li Yuechi said lightly, "Isn't it always like this before?"

Tang Heng lay on the bed, buried his face in the pillow, and remained motionless as if giving up resistance.His body was tense, as if all other parts were numb, only the place where the towel had been wiped was as sensitive as a lake, constantly rippling.

This was indeed the case before. The rental house was too small and stuffy. Even after installing air conditioning, I was still sweating profusely after finishing work.Sometimes when they stayed until midnight, Tang Heng would lean on Li Yuechi's arm and lazily say, "Senior, I want to take a bath."

Li Yuechi's voice was not as sharp as usual, but rather tired and satisfied: "Then you go."

"I can't get up."

"Oh."

"Senior."

He sighed and resigned himself to getting out of bed to boil water.

"Tang Heng."

"Ah?" Tang Heng suddenly came back to his senses, "What's wrong?"

Li Yuechi put the phone in front of him: "Director Xu's phone."