I'm poor

In order to avoid Fang Yi and avoid the embarrassment of meeting each other, Yan Qinsheng bought a plane ticket and hurried back to Huaiyuan after attending Zhou Pingkang's birthday banquet at noon the next day.

He got off the plane with his suitcase and walked out of the airport. Liang Yushu, who had been waiting for a long time, quickly came up to him and hugged him.

Although Yan Qinsheng was used to Liang Yushu's enthusiasm, he was still a little cautious in a public place like the airport, so he gently pushed him apologetically.

"I'm sorry, I miss you so much." Liang Yushu smiled, took the suitcase in Yan Qinsheng's hand with one hand, and naturally grabbed his shoulder from behind with the other, and led him away from the airport.

Liang Yushu opened the trunk and stuffed the suitcase in, then got into the car, fastened his seat belt, and drove the car slowly out of the parking lot.

He turned around and asked Yan Qinsheng in the passenger seat: "Do you want to go home and rest first or have dinner first?"

Yan Qinsheng pondered for a moment, looked at the flowing street scene outside the car window and said lightly: "Mr. Liang, can I go and taste the coffee you made now, as agreed before."

Liang Yushu couldn't help raising the corner of his mouth when he heard this, "Go to my house, the stock in the store is too ordinary."

Yan Qinsheng didn't answer, it didn't matter where he went, he just wanted to quickly ignore Fang Yi who was occupying his head.

As soon as he got home, Liang Yushu couldn't wait to take down the conical hand grinder and coffee beans from the storage shelf, and explained to Yan Qinsheng while operating in the kitchen.

The wind in the evening was very pleasant, and since the windows were opened in advance, the ventilation effect in the kitchen was also very good, and the slight smell of coffee beans did not bring too much discomfort to Yan Qinsheng.

Standing beside him like a student, he listened to Liang Yushu's eloquent introduction of the taste and brewing method of Mandheling coffee, and he felt like he was in a high school chemistry class.

"Sorry, I'm too self-indulgent." Liang Yushu, who was immersed in the world of self-interest, suddenly came back to his senses, and pulled Yan Qinsheng in front of him, "Try it, a person as meticulous as you is sure to be able to make good coffee. "

Grinding coffee beans has nothing to do with personality, right? Yan Qinsheng nodded and smiled: "Mr. Liang, don't take the opportunity to praise me."

Liang Yushu held Yan Qinsheng's hand and put it on the handle of the hand grinder, and slowly ground the coffee beans round and round. His broad and thick palm covered Yan Qinsheng's knuckle-boned hand in a half-wrapped state.

The skin on the palm of Liang Yushu's palm was hard and rough, and Yan Qinsheng could even feel the calluses on his fingertips rubbing against the back of his hand, and could not help thinking of his father's palm.

He turned his head slightly to look at Liang Yushu: "Mr. Liang, you must have suffered a lot."

"Why do you say that?"

"Your hands are very similar to my dad's. He always carries things in the factory."

Liang Yushu spread his palms and looked, the fine lines at the corners of his eyes were a little deeper.

"When I first started my business, I had no money and my family was not well-off, so I went to the bank to get a loan, and rented a small shop of more than ten square meters on the commercial street opposite the University City to open a coffee shop for takeaway business. I can’t afford a shop assistant, I’m the only one who is busy, I only sleep four or five hours a day, wash the cups with cold water in winter, the skin on my hands is like that of the elderly, and it hasn’t recovered until now.”

His tone was very flat, as if he was telling a non-painful past event. In fact, the early days of starting a business were the most difficult days for him. He was under huge financial pressure every day, but he could still tell it as an inspirational story after he survived.

"If I didn't start my fortune with a small coffee takeaway shop of more than ten square meters, there would be no six branches of Wonderland today. I not only like coffee, but also am grateful for it. It brings me everything now."

While talking, Liang Yushu continued to grind coffee beans with his hands, and deftly poured the ground powder into the drip pot.

The smell of coffee in the kitchen instantly became stronger, suffocation and dizziness made Yan Qinsheng unable to be as calm and calm as before, his fingers clasping the edge of the table were already pale due to excessive force, but he still forced himself to bear it.

Coffee is Liang Yushu's most cherished hobby and occupation. Yan Qinsheng doesn't want Liang Yushu to give up his original intention because of his incompatibility. That kind of reluctance is not what Yan Qinsheng wants.

Although he tried his best to bear it, the careful Liang Yushu still noticed that Yan Qinsheng was in a bad state.

"If you don't feel well, don't hold on, I'll just fall down."

Yan Qinsheng quickly reached out his hand to stop his movement, and with difficulty pulled the corners of his mouth into a bleak smile.

"It's okay, it's a pity to pour out such expensive coffee."

"Then go sit in the living room first, get some fresh air, and bring it to you when I'm done," Liang Yushu suggested.

Yan Qinsheng nodded, turned and left the kitchen.

Soon, Liang Yushu came out of the kitchen with two cups of coffee, and put one of them on the tea table in front of Yan Qinsheng: "Here is a special one for you, with a lot of cream and saccharine added, I guess you will like it."

Yan Qinsheng sat on the sofa, held up the cup and looked at it, there were delicate garlands floating on the surface, the color of the coffee was very light brown, and it smelled of sweet and greasy milk, in a sense, it was no longer coffee, more Like a cocoa-flavored children's drink.

He held his breath, slowly brought the cup to his lips and took a sip, Liang Yushu leaned over nervously: "How do you feel?"

Yan Qinsheng blinked his eyes, pondered quietly for a while, then lowered his head and took a big sip before turning to Liang Yushu and smiling gently: "It's delicious, Mr. Liang. If it's like this, I should have no problem."

Liang Yushu smiled in relief, put down the coffee cup in his hand and sat down beside him: "This is a good start, I will make it for you often in the future, and gradually reduce the cream in it, I believe you will gradually overcome your dislike for coffee." adapt."

In the future...Yan Qinsheng held the cup and let his thoughts wander, will Mr. Liang and I have a future?

"What are you thinking about?"

"No, it's nothing." Yan Qinsheng withdrew his thoughts and poured all the coffee into his mouth like Banlangen.

If he saw someone spoiling the coffee he made with his own hands in such a "casual" manner in the store, Liang Yushu would definitely not be able to help but step forward and say a few words, but when it came to Yan Qinsheng, he only felt distressed. It took a lot of courage to overcome the discomfort of the body and pour the most disgusting thing into the mouth.

"Qin Sheng, don't force yourself." Liang Yushu couldn't stand it anymore, took the cup from his hand and put it on the coffee table, and turned Yan Qinsheng's shoulder to meet his gaze.

"I didn't force it." Yan Qinsheng lowered his eyes guiltily, as expected his acting skills were poor.

"Then look into my eyes," Liang Yushu approached him and asked, "Tell me honestly, you didn't force yourself to be with me."

"I..." Yan Qinsheng moved his mouth in vain, the words were choked in his throat and he couldn't get out, his body didn't listen to the command of his brain, he couldn't lie as if nothing had happened.

Liang Yushu got the answer from Yan Qinsheng's expression of resistance that he couldn't hide, and at the same time he was feeling disappointed, the hand holding Yan Qinsheng's shoulder increased a little bit of strength.

"I'm sorry Mr. Liang."

"Why do you always apologize to me." Liang Yushu was even more worried, obviously you did nothing wrong, obviously I was forcing you, but you always felt sorry for me.

"May I kiss you, Qin Sheng?" Liang Yushu's deep eyes cast deep eyes. He knew that Yan Qinsheng would not reject him, but he stubbornly wanted to hear Yan Qinsheng say it himself, so that he would no longer suffer from guilt. .

Yan Qinsheng subconsciously clenched Liang Yushu's shirt with his hands on his chest. Ever since he agreed to accept Liang Yushu, he had been prepared to face the shadows directly.

He remained silent and did not speak. After hesitating for a moment, he held Liang Yushu's shoulder and slowly brought his lips to his.

Liang Yushu lowered his head slightly and kissed his lips, and the gentlemanly demeanor he had painstakingly maintained collapsed along with his reason amidst the intertwining of lips and teeth.

He took advantage of the situation and pushed Yan Qinsheng down on the sofa, his head was only filled with a crazy idea, wanting to possess Yan Qinsheng and keep him by his side for the rest of his life.

"Liang, Mr. Liang..." Yan Qinsheng's tears kept rolling in his eyes, his body curled up and trembled violently, "I'm afraid, I'm afraid!"

"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you." Liang Yushu's breathing became heavy, like a beast in heat, and he said perfunctory words of comfort, but even he himself didn't believe that he could control it.

He has no time to care about these things now, all kinds of stimuli are directly filling his brain, the blood in his body is already clamoring and churning, he just wants to invade and vent, and let Yan Qinsheng open his body and mind for him defenselessly.

Yan Qinsheng bit his lips to control himself not to make noises that disrupted the atmosphere out of fear, trembling with fear and uneasiness as he endured the man's terrifying sense of oppression.

Liang Yushu stopped his movements and raised his head to face Yan Qinsheng's wet eyes and face livid with panic.

The terrified expression of the people below him undoubtedly poured cold water on his head. Liang Yushu sighed helplessly and sat up straight, pinching Yan Qinsheng's chin with his fingers.

"Don't bite, it will break if you bite again."

Yan Qinsheng let go of his mouth obediently, stared at him with confused eyes, his body was still trembling slightly.

Liang Yushu softened his heart and rubbed the broken hair on his forehead, "Don't force yourself, it will take a long time in the future, we can slowly cultivate our relationship."

Yan Qinsheng nodded, sat up and curled up in the corner of the sofa, glanced at the clock on the wall and reminded: "Xiao Mu is about to leave school."

Liang Yushu took off his glasses, rubbed his face unwillingly, and got up from the sofa.

"I'll pick her up, you can stay and have dinner together at night, Xiao Mu misses you every day."

"Then I'm going to cook."

Under Liang Yushu's watchful eyes, Yan Qinsheng hurriedly put on his clothes, supported the sofa and stood up, his legs were so weak that he almost fell down.

Liang Yushu quickly put his arms around his waist with sharp eyes, rubbed the tip of his nose ambiguously against Yan Qinsheng's blood-dripping side neck, and said in a hoarse voice, "Qin Sheng, I want you, don't make me wait too long."

Yan Qinsheng didn't speak, he got into the kitchen in a panic and put on an apron, and stood with his hands on the table for a while before recovering from his panic.

After readjusting his mood, he opened the refrigerator to dig out the vegetables and meat, and poked his head out of the kitchen.

"Mr. Liang, the scallions are gone, please bring some scallions when you come back."

Liang Yushu stood at the entrance and was about to put on his shoes, when he heard his words, he went to the kitchen and hugged Yan Qinsheng who was washing vegetables from behind.

"What do you want to eat, I bought it together."

"I'm not picky about food, it's fine." Yan Qinsheng cleaned the vegetables carefully, thought for a while and said, "I remember Xiao Mu said that he wanted to eat Coca-Cola chicken wings, and it happened that there was Coca-Cola at home, why don't you bring some raw chicken wings back."

Liang Yushu was overjoyed when he heard Yan Qinsheng say the word "home". He lowered his head and kissed the back of his neck with a smile: "Okay, wait for me at home."

After Liang Yushu left, the room was instantly empty, and the sound of the faucet running was particularly abrupt.Yan Qin let out a long sigh, stretched out his hand to turn off the faucet and shook the vegetable leaves in his hand, although he was always alone, he was still afraid of being alone.

From agreeing to Liang Yushu's pursuit until now, Yan Qinsheng is still in a very dazed state, and he doesn't even know what he is thinking.

He wanted to succumb to life, and suggested to himself more than once, compromise, admit it, find a suitable person to make do with, Liang Yushu is a good choice, it will be a happy thing to be with such an excellent person for a lifetime.

One is covered in bruises, one can't get what he wants, all are poor people who have been polished by life time and time again. Simply talking about love is too extravagant for them. The more they experience, the more they will understand that life is not what they want. To live is to live.

Yan Qinsheng tried to remember Liang Yushu's care and care in his heart, but he would unconsciously think of every detail of being with Fang Yi when Liang Yushu hugged him and kissed him.

In my memory, Fang Yi also had a sunny and handsome appearance. He was handsome when he played basketball, he was handsome when he played the guitar and sang, and he was also handsome when he lowered his head to do the exercises.

Fang Yi also used to patiently give him lectures over and over again, would ask anxiously when he was sad, and gently hug him from behind to be the most reliable backing.

"Once" is beautiful, just like the corner of the school uniform white shirt has never been contaminated with secular dust.

Every time Yan Qinsheng thinks of this, his heart aches uncontrollably. How can time change people into another cold-blooded stranger? If he could choose, he would rather forget about that big boy in school uniform and simply hate Fang Yi now. It's better to destroy yourself in memory over and over again.

Yan Qinsheng put the vegetables on the cutting board, covered his eyes with the wet back of his hand, and held back his tears.