Pavlov and the White Moonlight

I took Tang Shuhe away.Tang Shuhe won't go back, and it's not suitable for me to take him back to my parents' house at this time, so that he can meet his parents right away, and the two of us have been driving along a road aimlessly, we plan to wander anywhere, just find a place Stayed for one night, and there were no people in the small town in the evening, so I drove all the way down, like elopement.The heater in the car was fully turned on, Zhang Zhenyue's "Goodbye" was played on the car speakers, and the person who wanted to elope with me sat in the passenger seat, turning his head and watching the street scenes flashing by outside the window.

I said, "What shall we have for dinner tonight?"

"Huh?" He turned his face, a little dazed, "What?"

"I said," taking advantage of the red light, I stretched out my hand and pinched his face, "what's for dinner tonight."

He came back to his senses, smiled, and said, "It's all fine."

Is it my illusion? When I pinched his face just now, he seemed a little helpless, and quickly covered it up.I pinched his face a lot when I was a kid.

I pinched again.

He couldn't hide the helpless expression, turned his head and cleared his throat, as if he was about to speak, but he didn't say anything.

I looked sideways at his reddened, thin and delicate ears.

The relationship between us has just undergone a qualitative change. It should be sweet at the moment, but there are too many things mixed in, those things... I feel like I was punched in the heart when I think about it, and he probably did too In the same mood, maybe we need a buffer, and those intimate actions are also unfamiliar.

"Why," I said, "don't let me squeeze it."

"Jean," he whispered.

"Hey." I was happy.

"Lu Huai," he said softly in the cheerful background, "do you really not care? You can think about it again. We were...so excited just now."

"Huh? What?" I didn't respond.

"It's just..." He stuck hard, forcing himself to speak smoothly, "I can say that my anxiety symptoms and contact disorders have been controlled relatively smoothly, but that...really, it hasn't been cured yet. good……"

"It's not a big deal," I said, "it's really not a big deal. Aren't you going to take me to see your psychiatrist tomorrow? Then we'll see the details and how to proceed. In the case of...cough, if you have a partner Down."

In the case of me.

The green light came on, and none of us spoke again. After a while, I freed up a hand and snorted Tang Shuhe's head.

We ended up finding an old hot pot restaurant for hot pot.There are quite a lot of people in this restaurant during the meal, there are four or five tables in front of us, and he and I sat on the benches in the hall and waited for a seat.To be honest, neither of us had a good sleep for several days. As soon as we entered the hot pot restaurant, we were steamed by the heat and aroma. We couldn't open our eyes, and we yawned in unison.I laughed and said, "Sleepy?"

Tang Shuhe rubbed his eyes, smiled and nodded.

I patted myself on the shoulder and said, "Lean against me and squint for a while?"

He was startled, leaned his head cautiously, and leaned on my shoulder.

There were a lot of people waiting for a seat, and someone glanced at us curiously, and turned his head away after seeing that we had no reaction. The glass on the door was covered with a thick layer of frost, and guests came and went, occasionally bringing A gust of cold wind, Tang Shuhe lowered his eyes and shrunk his neck, leaned towards me, I put my arms around his shoulders, and leaned against his head, the waiter was running around in front of us pushing a small trolley with dishes Let's go, there is a lot of noise and noise.

"The waiter adds soup!"

"coming!"

At that moment, I finally had the feeling of landing.

This hotpot restaurant probably learned from Haidilao. There was a pile of star paper beside the waiting seats. I took a few. Tang Shuhe lazily raised his eyes and said, "Can you stack stars?"

"No," I said, "I'll make you a bastard."

Tang Shuhe: "...forget it."

I was happy: "Look."

I tilted my head against the top of his head, held the star paper up to my eyes, folded it, folded a paper rose, and pinned it to the buttonhole of his chest.

He lowered his head and took off the paper rose, took a closer look at it, and said, "You can fold this...how did you not know before?"

"Play with my little niece, what's that called... Make a wedding dress for the girl Dora? Or something I forgot, anyway, it's just making clothes for a little black doll, sitting on the ground and playing with her all afternoon, I was forced to learn it at that time ,” I said with a smile, “Oh, that afternoon tortured me to death.”

"Table 82 please dine!"

He smiled softly, and put the rose back on his eyes.

The store was already warm, and when the hot pot boiled, Tang Shuhe and I took off our coats as soon as the heat came up. Through the steaming water, I watched Tang Shuhe lower his head to eat a piece of duck that was fished out of the hot pot. The blood was probably too hot and too spicy. He opened his mouth halfway, blew it, and took a bite. The tip of his nose was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and his cheeks, nose and forehead were red. It's pretty good-looking, but I just looked at him with my arms propped up like that, and I was overwhelmed by that sour and warm down-to-earth feeling.

He just happened to look up at me, and when he saw that I was looking at him, he smiled slightly, and I laughed unconsciously, and the two of them smirked at each other for some reason, half a piece of duck held by Tang Shuhe's chopsticks The blood fell back into the bowl.

"You eat." He came back to his senses and said.

Before I could recover, I stared blankly at him and smiled. He looked at me, thought for a while, took a chopstick of mutton from the pot and fed it to my mouth.

His eyes flashed with anticipation of "Is this so?" I tilted my head and took the meat away.

He withdrew his chopsticks contentedly, and the moment I saw his wrist, I suddenly thought of something: "By the way, your wrist...what's going on?"

Tang Shuhe paused, lowered his head, touched his left wrist, and said, "I went for laser scar removal. I did it several times, and it became flat to the touch, but there were still marks, so I got a tattoo."

"...was it after that night?" I asked.

He seemed reluctant to mention it, so he replied vaguely: "...well," he looked up at my face again, and added, "I drank a lot of wine after you left that day, and I was like crazy. …had a tendency to do so for a while, but never again.”

So that day, I ran away from KTV. He drank a lot of wine and came home smelling of alcohol. He put a knife on Tang Youwen's neck. After being pulled away by his mother, he cut his wrist... No, it wasn't cut, it was chopped. Only left a scar that needs a tattoo to cover up.

It was evidence that he had tried to give up on himself, it was there forever.

You are so ingrained in my heart that the world is dead but you.He wrote on that scar.

I was silent for a while, picked up vegetables for Tang Shuhe, and piled them vigorously in his small bowl, and said: "In the future, I will feed you fat and white, and turn the sonnet you tattooed into ten lines." Two-line poem."

He laughed.

When we came out of the hot pot restaurant, we realized that it was snowing again. We wrapped up our coats tightly and planned to find a hotel to stay for the night. When I wrapped the scarf tightly for him, I realized that the paper rose was still on the buttonhole of Tang Shuhe’s coat , I was happy: "No, you pick the flower quickly."

He shook his head, protecting the little flower, quite stubbornly: "No. Why?"

"You look stupid...forget it, just be stupid," I took his hand, put it in my coat pocket, and walked slowly side by side with him, "I'll hold you so that others can look at us We know that we are a couple, and I put the little hair on for you, right?"

Tang Shuhe was noncommittal and said, "Then you wear one too."

"Damn," I said, reaching out my hand to touch my pocket, it's okay, there are still a few pieces of star paper left, "No way, people on the street will see, yo, two colorful mental illnesses came out of which temple."

... The colorful Tang Shuhe himself was obviously dissatisfied with this statement, so he didn't speak. After a while, he hid behind the scarf and said in a low voice: "But this is..."

"Dengdeng!" I swiped the papers out of my coat pocket, and added a sound effect with my mouth, "Look what this is!"

I laughed: "Fortunately, there are a few left, I'll fold one for you on the spot."

It was so cold that my fingers were stiff, and the snow was floating around and blocked my vision. I didn't perform very well, so I finally folded a few roses that looked like they had grown wildly after being irradiated by nuclear radiation. Pinned to my own coat buttonhole.

"Just kidding," I said, "the couple models are also quite good, let us live a colorful life together in the world of mortals."

He looked at me dumbfounded for a moment.I jumped up and down in the cold and said, "What did you just say, what is this?"

He opened his mouth, and after a while, he completed the second half of the sentence: "This is the first flower you gave me."

When he said that, I suddenly remembered.

It seems to be true.It's not romantic at all. The first flower I gave him was a paper rose that I folded out of star paper while waiting for a seat at a hot pot restaurant.

Ok.

Tang Shuhe held my hand again.The snow was gradually falling, and it was blowing people's heads and bodies all white. When we stepped on the ground, we could gradually hear the sound of creaking and creaking. I found a hotel that looked okay and stayed.The two of us didn't want to avoid suspicion. We entered the door holding hands, and it looked like a pair of gay guys returning home after a snowstorm.Tang Shuhe and I got out of the elevator, and when we were walking towards the room, he suddenly hugged me from behind.

I stood there and stopped for a while, with Tang Shuhe behind me, and continued to walk forward slowly like dragging a big tail, while laughing at him in a low voice: "Let me tell you, Shu Xiaohe, the corridor here is also monitored, and everyone can see it." We hug each other here."

He rubbed his face against my back and said nothing.I dragged him to the door and opened the door with a magnetic card.

There was a beep.The moment the door opened, the light came on, I turned around, and saw him behind him, his head and face were still wet with snow, he pushed my shoulders to let me lean against the door mirror, hugged my neck, and kissed come up.

I put my arms around his waist, and when he kissed me, he called my name in a hoarse voice, and he said, "Lu Huai, it's a good thing I didn't die back then, Lu Huai, Lu Huai."

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