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It was almost one o'clock when they got back to the apartment.Doctor Lin rushed to diagnose and treat Yan Wangxiao's injured hand, applied medicine, wrapped gauze, and told him not to get wet for the time being. If he felt the pain was unstoppable, he should go to the hospital for X-rays for treatment in time. If it was serious, he might need surgery.

The apartment is fully heated, and it is as warm as spring.When there were only the two of them left in the room, the world became quiet, and all worries were isolated from the doors and windows.

Liang Songying helped Yan Wangxiao take a bath, caring about his hands, and moved gently.Yan Wangxiao stared affectionately in the hazy water vapor, and this scene seemed to go back to a long time ago.

Liang Songying came out of the bathroom and saw Yan Wangxiao wearing a white cotton nightgown, sitting on the bed and smoking a cigarette, with his clothes half open, his hairstyle combed back slightly long, with a few strands of hair hanging down his temples, making him look elegant and sexy Incredibly.He seemed to be thinking about something, he looked at him when he came out, and then his eyes fell on the quilt.Liang Songying went out to drink a glass of water and came back, he still maintained the posture of holding a cigarette, looking at a flower on the quilt without moving.

Liang Songying climbed onto the bed, and Yan Wangxiao looked at him instead.

"Don't smoke so much." Liang Songying took the cigarette from his hand and put it in her mouth, "What are you thinking?"

"What you said to me this morning."

"Ok?"

"I was wondering why some couples can stay together until they get old and die."

Liang Songying exhaled a puff of smoke, sighed, and said:

"There are many factors. For example, deep feelings, such as responsibility, such as loyalty, or children, or habits. But it also depends on the person. Some people think it is romantic to grow old together, and some people want to keep chasing newness. Tie your heart to one person, and you will be happy."

"You think I'm the latter kind of person?"

Liang Songying shook her head, turned around and put the cigarette butt out in the ashtray, then turned back and said, "No. I have a song based on you, which is "And the Wind". Determine the theme. Write about a man who is like a dandelion, driven by the wind, floating, falling, and entangled with the wind all his life. Wind refers to love. Dandelion is not the pursuit of freshness, greed for new scenery when the wind blows, but It is to find a land where you can take root and grow safely. When the wind comes, it will sway, and when the wind goes away, you will be free. Wang Xiao, you can land here without hesitation."

Yan Wangxiao thought about his words.

"Let me tell you frankly, from the moment I accepted you, it is up to you to decide whether you want to leave or stay. I have always stayed here. Unlike you, I can love many people, Develop countless feelings. I decided to love you, and I only love you. I just want to be with you forever, until I grow old. If we are unfortunately separated, after you, I may not love anyone again, and I will probably die alone I said, I will bet with you for the rest of my life, because I think you are worth it. No matter what price this relationship will pay in the end, or what the outcome is, I will try my best to manage our relationship well. For this reason, we must not only have a deep relationship, You have to get used to the existence of the other party, you must have the concept of loyalty, and you must have a sense of responsibility. Compared with the illusory feeling of love, I believe in the habits cultivated by time, and the character of a person is honed over time. But you disappointed me today, you want to I ask questions, like a fragile and ignorant child who is at a loss, time seems to be stagnant on you, and you need me to guide you, but you are full of doubts, enjoying the present, and have never thought about saving, maintaining, or strengthening this relationship .”

Liang Songying talked a lot. After talking, her voice gradually became low and her eyes lowered slowly, falling on a dandelion on the quilt, "I feel that I am walking ahead step by step, and you are still far behind Between us, we are connected by a very thin thread," he lifted a strand of hair from Yan Wangxiao's sideburns, "it's as thin as that. Maybe it's a tough spider thread, but the wind and rain , Sooner or later, we will disconnect and fall into the vast crowd. Yan Wangxiao, I am afraid that one day in the future, you will come to me holding the hand of your new lover, smile at me, and introduce that person's name to me."

"Then will you wait for me?" Yan Wangxiao looked at him and asked.

"Yes." Liang Songying said.

Yan Wangxiao lowered his head and grabbed his fingers, one by one, seemingly carelessly playing with them.He thought, one day, he and Liang Songying have gray hair, what will they be doing?Is the old man on the opposite side still handsome and handsome, or is he old and dim-eyed, looking at the narcissus and calling him White Rose.

Liang Songying hooked his other finger and shook it, "Life is indispensable for a sense of ritual, let's make an agreement. I promise you, I will wait for you forever and will not leave." A kiss of blessing fell from the tip, with clean and pious eyes.

Saying this sentence is already a compromise.

People are at war with each other all the time, and so are lovers.If you want not to be separated and run in with each other, how can you not compromise. Two hedgehogs cannot rely on each other for warmth. Only when their hearts and souls depend on each other can they feel the softest part of a person.

Liang Songying let go, Yan Wangxiao still looked down at his fingertip, and suddenly said: "Liang Songying, I really like you."

Liang Songying's eyes fell on the hairpin on the top of his head, where there was a small circle, which was very clear.After hearing this, he didn't become happy, his eyes were melancholy, and many things were condensed.

Yan Wangxiao carefully raised his injured hand and pressed it on him, and he closed his eyes.Yan Wangxiao's limbs wrapped around him, hugged him, and the other intact hand lingered fondly on his hair, face, arms, and back, caressing every inch, as if to prove that it was his territory and belonged to him.Occasionally responding to his touch, Yan Wangxiao would become agitated and his movements would become more intense.

That's probably what being in love is all about.As long as you are convinced that the other party loves you, you will be happy and excited.

"Don't mess around." Liang Songying stopped his next move.

"Okay." Yan Wangxiao leaned on him.

Liang Songying pushed him down, turned to him and asked him, "Let's talk tonight. Tell me, what's wrong with you...?"

"There's nothing wrong with me." Yan Wangxiao said shyly.

"You said it yourself when you came back tonight."

"Oh, then do you think I'm okay?" Yan Wangxiao restrained his stern morality, "For example, cleanliness, the house must be cleaned once a day, all the furniture, doors, windows and walls must be wiped, and the sheets and bedding should be changed once, otherwise I will be angry. You now You can only do it when you have time every day, so how about starting work in the future?"

"That's it? Let's hire an aunt."

"I tend to have nightmares at night, wake up in the middle of the night, and can't fall asleep afterwards, so I need to take sleeping pills."

"You went to the balcony to smoke this morning because you couldn't sleep?"

"Well, I didn't bring sleeping pills. I sleep well by your side."

"What nightmare?"

"Do you still remember Fang Tu's character? Fang Tu is a bit like me, except for Ye Fei, I haven't told anyone else." Yan Wangxiao looked at him deeply, "Will you listen to me?"

"Well, I'm listening." Liang Songying felt his emotional change and stroked his hair.

"I used to want to take a knife and stab the person I hated to death with my mother, but the person who really killed my mother was myself, and the one who should be killed is myself. I really want to be like Fang Tu. There is a kind monk who always Followed behind him, dissuaded him, relieved him, and finally was willing to sacrifice his life to save him. But the reality is, not only does this monk not exist, but he can’t even tell his own story to others.” He laughed self-deprecatingly.

Liang Songying took his good hand and clasped it firmly, "Mrs. Yan, isn't she still alive?"

Yan Wangxiao lowered his eyes, "That's Yan Lixiao's biological mother, not mine." He sat up, took out a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his clothes hanging beside him, lit it against the back of the bed, and took a deep puff, "I My mother is the only daughter of the He family. The He family was a big group in Y City at the time, but it was gradually annexed by my father's Yan family and ceased to exist. Auntie Fei is a good friend who grew up with her mother. Both of them liked her father. I have given birth to Yan Lixiao and live near Yan’s family. Yan used to be involved in the underworld. Before he came to Y City to clean up his crimes and develop again, he made many enemies in H City. Once, I was almost kidnapped, and Auntie Fei took the opportunity to ask Yan Lixiao Live in Yan’s house, go in and out with me, and confuse the public. I was six years old at that time, and I was kidnapped.”

Liang Songying sat up with him, took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and lit it. He had to do something to relieve his depressed emotions.Instead of just watching and playing as usual, he put it in his mouth and sucked it, "And then, how did you escape?"

"I was knocked out, and when I woke up, I was in a dark warehouse. My mother was holding me... I heard later that she could have escaped, but the kidnapper told her that I was in his hands."

Yan Wangxiao calmed down for a while, then raised his face and said again: "The target of the enemy is Dad. He took us to the roof of an old building, which was eight stories high. He told Dad to jump from there, and let me and Mom go. .”

"Your father didn't dance."

"He didn't have a chance. I don't know what choice he made in his heart at that time, but my mother and I were tied together with a thick hemp rope, and she jumped..."

"You were taken with her?"

"Well. At that time, the wind was so loud that it hurt my eyes, ears, and face, and I couldn't breathe through my nose. I saw myself hanging in the air, and the ground was getting closer and closer to me. The weightlessness of the rapid fall made me faint. My heart stopped. I thought I was dead. But I woke up in the hospital with a sore back surrounded by white sheets, white tables, white curtains, white walls, and I thought that was what my mother told me Paradise in the story."

"What happened in the middle?"

"I was young at the time, I couldn't read, and I didn't know much about what adults said. I only knew that my mother was gone. Later, I saw in the newspaper that my mother was pierced by an iron pillar sticking out of the wall, and she bled profusely. From the rope tied to our bodies, it dripped onto my body, my face, and dripped from my hair to the ground."

Liang Songying stared at him blankly, forgetting to breathe.

"At that time, a psychiatrist did a psychological examination for me and said that I was fine. After a year or so, I suddenly became enlightened, and those problems came out. I felt that my mother's blood was still flowing on my body, and the dryness on the walls of the old building Moss, thick dirt accumulated on the ground, yellow water spots, all growing around."

Liang Songying said softly: "So you will have a cleanliness obsession, and you will be afraid of speeding downhill, and you should not be able to take the elevator. So standing on a high place, will you feel uncomfortable?"

"Uncomfortable. In fact, you can say that I am fragile. Maybe it will not have so many sequelae with another person."

"You were still young at that time... You and Yan Lixiao are not brothers, but I can feel that he cares about you."

Yan Wangxiao shrank his body and lay down flat, with his head resting on his arms, "That's out of habit. Aunt Fei has always been kind to me, and she has been teaching Yan Lixiao to be nice to me for many years. Later, when I grew up, I didn't fight for the family property. My coming out drove me away, so I ran away by myself, and there was no conflict of interest between us. With my father and I not seeing each other for a year and having a fight when we meet, I don’t care if the will doesn’t give me a penny. Accident."

Liang Songying also lay on his side, looking at his face, "But you have been in the entertainment circle all these years, didn't you rely on the help of Yan Shi behind you? Everyone weighed Yan Shi and several leading entertainment companies under it before giving face honorifics You say "Second Young Master."

"So," Yan Wangxiao seemed to have found a bosom friend, "I'm nothing special, nothing crazy. Seriously, I'm not as good as you. At least you concentrate on making music and rely on your strength to achieve success. Ye Yang is nothing special, relying on the Ye family in City B You have deep roots and big leaves, and rely on power and wealth to dare to say that you are a scum. To put it bluntly, it all depends on your family. You are nothing, and we are nothing?"

"Ye Yang... scold me?"

"I made an excuse to go out, but he guessed it was you, so he started scolding."

"Oh, he used to say he was my fan."

"In short, before we send Ye Yang away, let's be careful in case he goes crazy. I'm so afraid that something will happen to you."

Yan Wangxiao pulled Liang Songying into his arms with one hand, and pressed it up again, entangled his limbs, as if holding him like this could shield him from the wind and rain, protect him tightly, and make him unable to escape.