ashamed

"Okay, okay, here I am."

Si Jun coaxed him in a low voice, hugging him, as if holding a part of his own body, separation over a certain period of time would be life-threatening; he kissed his cold forehead with muffled lips, moved his body, Breaking off Tong Youming's frozen fingers one by one and holding them in his palm, his hoarse voice turned into white mist dispersed in the wind, "Relax, yes, let go of your hands, I will carry you on my back."

Tong Youming's eyes struggled in panic when he saw the shirt on his body clearly, but Si Jun held his hand down involuntarily, "Listen to me, I will carry you to take a taxi on the road outside now. If we I can't go back tonight, think about if there is any place nearby where I can make do with one night, okay?"

Tong Youming seemed to have calmed down a bit, and was held between his arms, nodding vigorously.

"Good." Si Jun buried his head and kissed him between the eyebrows, turned around and put him on his back, lifted him up with his hands on the hollows of his legs, and stepped into the snow with a creak.

"It's so cold," he chuckled lowly, "so hold me tight."

The road was not very long, but Si Jun couldn't walk too fast. He had never experienced such a piercing cold in the first half of his life. Numbness breeds sleepiness, and sleepiness is very dangerous in this situation; he felt childish. Youming's warm and pulsating chest pressed against him, sparing no effort to cover him with the skin that could cover him, the faint light in the middle of the night was cleared by the wind and snow, he took a small breath, shaking the finely shattered icicles in his hair.

"...Si Jun."

Hearing this name suddenly, he couldn't realize that Tong Youming was calling him.

"My parents know."

"I got it."

Looking at the empty road, Si Jun knocked his snow-stained soles on the edge of the road, "What do you want to do now?"

"I want to go." He said briefly, as if there was no room for a change of heart.

Tong Youming was lying behind Si Jun and couldn't see his face, so he could only distinguish his subtext from the rare expression on one side, which was moved by the words, because Si Jun was not a person who would mix emotions, anger, sorrow, and joy. A person who simply shows on his face, and his experience is not enough, the experience of knowing people is not rich enough, and he is not enough to gain insight into a person's thoughts from looking around.

After a long time, he heard Si Jun say, "No, let's separate first. You go back and admit your mistake."

He was stunned.

"You are still young, easy to be dominated by impulse, and it sounds very chic to walk away. You don't care about the consequences when you make a decision, and you have no concept of responsibility." , that is also your relative."

"Although I always advocate unconditional protection, let's put it this way, even if you want to kill someone, I will hand you the knife without even asking... But I don't want you to regret it in a few years."

When he said this, he stopped talking, feeling that something was wrong, the person next to his ear began to sob repressedly, and just about to change his words, a large tear dripped down his neck, almost scalding him to the point of pain.

"I don't..." The collar was pulled, and it was the first time he heard Tong Youming cry bitterly, "Don't break up..."

It's like begging.

The rational defense and bottom line in his heart collapsed in an instant, and there was no longer any seemingly mature insincere words. He gritted his teeth, "Okay, don't break up."

Tong Youming reached out to stop a taxi coming out of the alley across the road.

Maybe it's because the two of them looked really down and out. The driver didn't say anything this time, but saw the two men hugging each other in the back seat with a strange expression on his face, but Si Jun didn't care about it until now. up.

He was as frozen as a hard fish that had just been fished out of an ice hole, and he still harbored the beautiful fantasy of spring flowers blooming in his heart.Once a person is desperate for love, he will appreciate the true meaning of life from the common degradation of IQ and EQ.

The night outside the window was quiet, and the carriage was turbulent from time to time. He held Tong Youming in his arms and thought calmly and soberly that this life had passed another hurdle, and he had nothing left to ask for to minimize the possible damage.

I only want you to live well.

I only want you.

In the middle of the night, they went directly back to Si Jun's father. The reason was that the old man said on the phone that he couldn't sleep because he was so anxious that he was always afraid that something might happen to his daughter-in-law, so he had to see it with his own eyes.Si Jun braved the wind and snow to lead him in. His father took a quick look—the clothes were so scanty that it was no different from being naked, his eyes were red, and there were slap marks on his face—finally, he asked in a difficult and cryptic manner. : "... This... met a hooligan...?"

"..."

Si Jun's desire to sever ties with his father has never been so strong in his life.

"Do you dare to think of something reliable." He pushed Tong Youming towards the bathroom, and explained to his father heartbrokenly, "It's probably because his parents saw me when I was with him last time." Well, I didn’t ask too much about the details, it seems like it’s not a joke. When I went there, I saw him alone in the snow without a coat on. I really am.”

The bathroom at the end of the corridor was lit up, and there was the sound of water splashing. He put one hand on his waist, and wiped his face with the other to cover up the distress that was not suitable for such an occasion. "It's killing me."

"Oh my god," his father also shook his head, "Is this child his own? That's a piece of flesh that fell off his body. His parents' brains are fine, how can they get away with it?"

"There are a lot of parents in the world who value their face more than their own children. I am lucky enough to share with you, Dad." Si Jun sighed and patted his father on the shoulder, "Go to sleep, the two of us will sleep together today." I'm going to sleep here, I'm going to take a shower first, I'm so cold..." When he was about to go to the bathroom, his father's eyebrows twitched, and he caught the point accurately, "Wait! You two are just like this on Lao Tzu's territory Have you taken a mandarin duck bath! At least think about how your widowed old father feels!"

"...Tell me the truth, do you still want to spend your old age peacefully..."

Si Jun pushed open the door of the bathroom, and shouted to the naked figure in the mist, "I'm coming in."

Tong Youming stood under the shower head, his black hair washed by the water sticking to his eyes and ears, he didn't turn his head when he heard the movement, until Si Jun walked behind him and hugged him, pouring hot water into his hollow and paralyzed skin, he Only then did he feel the other party wrapping his arms around him and kissing the lips on the back of his neck, which was more heart-wrenchingly warm than ever before.

"Si Jun." He called him.

"Ok?"

He turned and hugged him.