come to my house to sleep

30.

In the evening, the setting sun illuminates the corridors and wards.

Fan Li took a taxi to the private hospital alone, found the Sleep Rehabilitation Department, told the nurse his name, and was taken to see Wen Xingyun.

The door of the ward was open, and the sunlight shone through the glass windows into the light blue interior, making the small space appear peaceful and warm.

There is no smell of disinfectant, and the breeze freshens the air.

The young doctor was talking to Wen Xingyun by the bed, Fan Li walked slowly when he entered, and heard a few words.

I heard Wen Xingyun say that I don't want to take quetiapine fumarate anymore.

I heard the young doctor ask, can I sleep in bed at home?

As soon as Fan Li appeared at the door, Wen Xingyun raised his head and looked over, looking frightened, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and fell silent.

The young doctor looked at Wen Xingyun, then at Fan Li, raised his eyebrows, his eyes were meaningful, and finally said to Wen Xingyun: "I'll go first." After speaking, he left, and passed by Fan Li when he went out, smiling nodded to him.

Fan Li walked in, and the door behind him was closed by the departing doctor.He gently placed a bouquet of dried lavender flowers on the small white table beside the hospital bed.

At the same time, Wen Xingyun calmly reached out and took the pillow, covering several boxes of medicine on the bed beside him.

But Fan Li wore glasses today, and as soon as he glanced over, he saw the words on the pill box clearly before he covered it: risperidone tablets.

Wen Xingyun was wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown, leaning on the bed, smiling at him, his eyes sparkling.

Fan Li sat down on the white armchair beside his bed and said, "Yin Che asked me to come."

Wen Xingyun didn't open his mouth, but just looked at him with eyes that could speak, as if he was unwilling to look away after seeing him for a long time, he felt uncomfortable, turned his body to the left, and saw a deep red plate on the small white table. apples.

There is no small sharp fruit knife next to the fruit plate, only a white ceramic paring knife.

Fan Li picked up a paring knife and an apple, lowered his head and began to peel, "Eat an apple, it's Christmas Eve."

"I don't like eating apples," Wen Xingyun said, looking at him with his head slightly lowered, paused, and continued when his movements froze, "However, I might like it if you peeled it."

Fan Li pursed his lips, peeled the apple and handed it to him, and said with a smile: "Apple is good for health, lavender is good for sleep...you should like both."

Wen Xingyun took the apple, lowered his head and bit it, and said softly: "A good mood is good for sleep."

Fan Li was noncommittal, saw the kettle and glasses on the table, and got up to pour water for him.But he heard the sound of something falling to the ground. Looking back, the big apple that Wen Xingyun just took a bite of had already rolled down on the tiled floor.

Subconsciously, Fan Li first went to look at Wen Xingyun, and saw him sitting in a daze, with his hand still holding an apple, visibly trembling slightly.

Fan Li didn't pour the water, didn't pick up the apples, and immediately sat down on the edge of the bed, holding Wen Xingyun's hand with both hands.

That hand was so cold that it almost froze him, he calmed down and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Looking at the hands they held, Wen Xingwen suddenly said, "Don't you think it's scary?"

Fan Li was startled: "What?"

"Everyone in my family is not normal." Wen Xingyun lowered his head and slowed down his speech, "I slept in a coffin, thinking that if I died suddenly due to an illness, or if I couldn't wake up after falling asleep... ...you don't have to bother others too much."

"Obviously the state of mind is like this, I'll give you back the key to my house..." Wen Xingyun couldn't continue, and raised his head to look at Fan Li, "I'm sorry."

Fan Li was silent, and let go of his hand.

Wen Xingyun put down his hands, pulled the quilt, and said, "I'm actually not qualified..."

I couldn't finish the second half of the sentence.

Fan Li leaned forward, hugged him with open arms, put his face against his, and whispered in his ear: "It's okay, I like you."

The sudden hug and the warm breath in his ears made Wen Xingyun stunned, he remained motionless, and he could only speak after a while: "Even if it's me like this?"

Fan Li slowly let go of him, and said to him with a smile: "I also earn money for you."

Wen Xingyun finally laughed genuinely, his eyes slightly bent, staring at him as if wanting to remember this moment in his heart, without speaking for a long time.

When Fan Li wanted to find something else to talk about, he pulled the corners of his mouth again and said in a recalling tone: "I used to watch cartoons with his sister at Yin Che's house, and Xiaowanzi said that as long as he is alive, he will definitely meet Good thing. At the time, I was skeptical."

Wen Xingyun reached out to take off Fan Li's glasses, and when he was unwell and blinked, he gently touched his face, "Now I know it's true...the good thing is you."

Fan Li avoided his gaze, blushing up to his ears.

Wen Xingyun pinched his ears, "What are you thinking?"

Fan Li held his hand and said sullenly, "I'm thinking... what are you thinking about?"

"It's something I've been thinking about."

"What is it?"

"Yes...why don't you ever pat me?" Wen Xingyun put his hands on his shoulders, with a little confusion in his eyes, "Only you don't pat me. Besides, I have patted you before."

Fan Li was stunned for a moment, and then said after a while, "I rarely look at photos." After a pause, he added, "It's enough to see the scene you like, and it's as if you took it with your eyes and keep it in your heart."

After hearing his words, Wen Xingyun was stunned.

He smiled slightly, and said, "It's also convenient to delete."

"Don't delete it!" Wen Xingyun suddenly grabbed Fan Li's arm, saw him startled, and said softly, "Uh, what I mean is, don't delete me."

"Of course." Fan Li looked at him and smiled, "You are the most precious."

Wen Xingyun also laughed, his hand slowly slipped down, and he held his tightly.

Fan Li shook it back, felt his hands warm up, breathed a sigh of relief, thought about it, and asked naturally: "Is there anything else you've been thinking about?"

Wen Xingyun's smile faded, and his voice lowered, "The year before last, a friend died. Now, there are very few people who remember him. But I will never forget it. I can't help but think of it when I am free..."

Wen Xingyun looked at the darkened sky outside the window, "At that time, we had a singer we liked together, and we made an appointment to go to his concert together sometime."

Looking at his lonely profile, Fan Li blurted out: "I'll accompany you!"

Wen Xingyun was taken aback for a moment, shook his head with a smile, and said after a while: "I can't go. That singer is Leonard Cohen."

Fan Li was stunned, thinking about it, and said: "After that, if you have other concerts or other places you want to go to, I can accompany you. Anywhere."

Wen Xingyun didn't speak or smile anymore, his expression became a little serious, and then he suddenly reached out to cover Fan Li's eyes looking at him, leaned forward, and kissed Fan Li's lips that were open to speak.

There was the sound of the door lock being twisted.

Then, the sound of the door opening.

Fan Li quickly pushed Wen Xingyun away and got off the bed, stood half a meter away from him beside the bed, and saw a pair of dumbfounded middle-aged men and women standing at the door.

The images of the two gradually overlapped with the photos on Tan Xiaoyun's phone and the stick figures at Wen Xingyun's house, and they were exactly the same.

Fan Li's heart was beating continuously, his breathing was short of breath, and he couldn't say hello at all.

Wen Xingyun lifted the quilt, got off the bed, and walked to the door, "Mom, Dad."

The middle-aged woman withdrew her gaze from looking Fan Li up and down, looked at him with complicated eyes, raised the thermos pot in her hand, and said, "I brought you lotus seed pork rib soup...to soothe your nerves."

"Thank you." Wen Xingyun nodded with a smile, took the thermos and put it on the cabinet by the wall, took Fan Li's hand beside him, and introduced them: "This is the Fan Li I told you about."