Daylight past

When he was young, Lin Suiwen was often sick, and he kept getting colds, big and small. In fact, he would not be very lonely when he was stuck at home, because there would be someone to accompany him.

After school, Wen Xunnian would come up immediately, sit beside him, talk to him, and talk about those interesting things in school, the noisy voice filled the whole room, the loneliness dissipated in a moment, they were clustered together Feeling each other's body temperature, the unbearable discomfort seems to have subsided for the most part.

He was never afraid of getting sick. When he was young, he even hoped that he would get sick often, so that Wen Xunnian would come to accompany him to tease him, so that he would not be so lonely.

Later, Wen Xunnian died. During the whole dark time, he became deaf and blind. He knelt in the attic where the two of them used to be, looking at the photos of Wen Xunnian over and over again. Shouting his name.

Now, Wen Xunnian has become Wen Nian, that person is still there, but when he is sick, the person who will accompany him has completely disappeared.

Lin Suiwen coughed, looked at the nurses coming in and out through the glass door, stared down at the phone screen, and gently swiped open.

His eyes stayed in one place, and he opened up the conversation with Wen Nian before, every word seemed to be chiseled in his mind, and he read it over and over again, his good time was almost stolen.

Hanging on an IV, the new medicine entered his body, and fell into a drowsy sleep for a while. Lin Suiwen didn't know if it would work. He took his own life very lightly, and the only reason he wanted to live was because of Wen Nian.

I want to see him again, I want to talk to him, but I am afraid to see him. I must be very embarrassed now.

He woke up in a warm light, with rambling voices in his ears, he couldn't react, tried to open his eyelids, and suddenly a mask was pushed in front of him, Lin Suiwen was taken aback, then he couldn't believe it, he Struggling to sit up, he opened his eyes wide and looked at the person in front of him.

The eyes of the person wrapped in a transparent mask and a blue isolation suit converged. Lin Suiwen couldn't speak anymore. He looked at him dully, and his voice was hoarse, and he called out softly, "Xiao Nian."

"Am I late?"

"Not too late, just right."

He is the most familiar person, a few words, a look, a smile, there is no need for any reason, I know what kind of person he is, I know that he will do this, I know that he will put everything down and rush to me.

Lin Suiwen smiled at Wen Nian, he was no longer alone, staggering, stumbling, desolate, desolate, savage, and savage, the years in the world have passed, and the hand held by Wen Nian conveyed peace from his heart.

Wen Nian said to him: "You want to be the same as your name, and you will be safe and secure every year, do you know that?"

It is not easy for Wen Nian to find Lin Suiwen. Unrelated persons are not allowed in the isolation ward, and they can only be accompanied by family members. He and Lin Suiwen are very different in age, and there is no half similar appearance. It is impossible to say that they are brothers. But in order to be able to see him, Wen Nian had to lie that he was Lin Suiwen's...husband.

He lied and didn't write drafts. When he was a child, he often lied to Wen Wenhui to write his homework and pass the exam, but he always asked Lin Suiwen to do it.

As a "husband", it is easy to stay in bed. During Lin Suiwen's illness, Wen Xunnian used jerky English and mobile phone translation software to describe the love between himself and Lin Suiwen eloquently.

While changing the drip, Lin Suiwen heard the nurse say with a smile, "Your husband is very handsome."

He was stunned for a long time, and then he realized that his pale face was a little red.

This kind of infectious disease is actually not terrible. Although the onset is fast, as long as the disease is controlled and treated in time, it will get better. Coupled with the company, Lin Suiwen is in good health. After the fever subsides, he is transferred from the isolation ward to the general hospital. In a single room, Wen Nian can come and go more freely.

He will show Lin Suiwen his previous concert videos, talking about the lighting and stage effects of concerts in different periods or how his dance is, talking a lot with Lin Suiwen, hiding his past few days All the years were revealed in front of Lin Suiwen.

Asked how Lin Suiwen has been in the past few years, the other party thought about it, and then said a few words, "I don't feel anything."

"Ok?"

"Xiao Nian, it's just me. You know I'm not very good at taking care of myself, so generally speaking, I just make do with it."

Lin Suiwen lowered his head, stared at Wen Nian's neatly manicured fingernails, and lingered on the crescent shape on the top for a few seconds. He took Wen Nian's hand, pointed to his nails, raised his head and said to him: "You are very Every finger has crescent white, this time I will live a long life."

Wen Nian was stunned for a few seconds, then held him with his backhand, and glanced at Lin Suiwen's fingers, he wanted to say something, but it seemed that thousands of words were stuck in his throat.

It's not that he doesn't love him, it's even the opposite. If there was one more time, he would still desperately, even risk his life, to fish him out of the charcoal-burning room.

Sighing, he said softly, "You will live a long life too."

The time of illness was too good to be good, but unfortunately his body recovered. The doctor announced that he could be discharged from the hospital. He seemed to be beaten back to his original shape. When he came out of the hospital, the shuttle bus took them to the airport. Wen Nian was pushing the luggage, his shoulders were light He touched Lin Suiwen lightly, "What's the matter? Can't bear to leave?"

"Ah."

Lin Suiwen nodded, Wen Nian looked at him sideways, it was at dusk, the sun was shining, and the pavement was covering the ground, Lin Suiwen's face was hidden in the warm red, looking up at the setting sun, it seemed similar the red.

Wen Nian looked at it, pondered for a few seconds, and said softly: "The sunset you took me to see before, I actually quite like it, it's similar to this one, very beautiful."

Lin Suiwen lowered his eyes, his eyes fell, and his eyes were intertwined with the setting sun. He heard Wen Nian say: "Why don't you change your ticket, come to New York so rarely, and leave one day later?"

As soon as the hesitant question came to an end, Lin Suiwen agreed in the next second. It was completely opposite to his usual twists and turns. He held Wen Nian's hand and curled up his mouth without giving Wen Nian a chance to regret it. , the corners of his eyes were crooked, and he said, "Let someone change it now."

Wen Nian let out a sigh of relief, not sure if it was right to do so, but in China, Xiang Li was going crazy when he received the news that he was going to be a day late.

Facing Xiang Li's anger, Wen Nian rationally chose to face it with someone else, and handed the phone to Lin Suiwen's palm. He raised one hand and hung it on Lin Suiwen's body, with his chin resting on his shoulder. Still unchanged, she stuck her lips to her ears, and said distressedly: "Talk to her for me, it's so fierce."

Xiang Li was ready to shout, and was about to attack when he heard a low and deep male voice from the other end of the phone, "Miss Xiang, I'm Lin Suiwen."

The ready-to-go gun became a squib, Xiang Li said "uh", and then laughed like a silver bell, Wen Nian got closer, and could hear the false laughter, his shoulders trembled slightly, holding back the smile Very hard work, my stomach hurts.

Hearing that Lin Suiwen came up with a title and dealt with Xiang Li, Wen Nian vented his nose, hung his body on Lin Suiwen's shoulder, and shook it lightly, "It's yours."

Looking up and lowering his eyes, smiles are contagious. Lin Suiwen's eyes slowly stained with laughter. He leaned closer, looked at Wen Nian's face, and said softly: "This way... as a husband, is it qualified?" ?”

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