strayed into the world

Qing Che went downstairs.

Still wearing that thin shirt.

Compared with the body, there is nothing like a cold heart with air leakage.It was snowing heavily there.Be cold, no one will keep you warm anyway.

The weak projection of the wall lamp is almost transparent and hazy on the fair skin.Qing Che put the prepared cake on the coffee table, and lit the 22nd birthday candle for herself.The candlelight flickered in front of his eyes, making him very sad. No one could hear him singing happy birthday to himself.Whether the singing is melodious or hoarse, ugly or moving, no one knows.They swayed into broken glass and scattered everywhere in the room this night.

"Qing Che, happy 22nd birthday."...

Happy 22th birthday.

"Qingche, you can't cry at the age of 22." The candlelight has already cast shadows, who knows.

"Qing Che, you are 22 years old, you need to be healthy."... But his heart hurts, and his body is very cold.He is a snowman.

"Qing Che, 22 years old, you should be content, at least, at least someone said happy birthday to you." Although that person is not him.

"Qing Che..."

…Blow out the candles, 22 years old blurred in front of my eyes…

***

Quan Ce woke up from a nightmare.

In the dream, he lost his dearest child.When he woke up, the surrounding was empty, and he was lying on the big bed in the master bedroom. The severe pain in his temples began to tease his memory.

Clutching his head, he remembered something... He was rarely drunk, but today was an exception.Signing the contract with Liao San was like the opening of a great war. The smokeless battlefield was already raging, and he couldn't lose. Even the banquet was a battle.The end result is both losers, Xiao Nai doesn't know who sent him back, and Mu Hyuk's voice remains at the end of his memory.

That's right, Moo-hyuk's shadow is in the blurry fragments of his memory.And... there's one more person... who should show up.

Thinking of this, Quan Ce suddenly turned over and got out of bed.Before he could put on his coat, he stepped out of the bedroom.

The first reaction was to go to that person's bedroom. The door was unlocked, and when I turned the door and went in, there was no one there.My heart sank, and I walked back, calling that person's name,

"Qing Che?"

I'm used to the house being covered with his shadow, and he can always flicker under his eyes, no matter what time it is, whether it's waking up or before going to bed.Quan Ce thought to himself, he must have seen his embarrassment after being drunk, was he frightened by himself.Let him see him soon...

go downstairs.The dim light made him only see the cake with candles on the coffee table for the first time.The striking red made his eye sockets sore.

Stepping closer, he took a deep breath... He had never been so cautious before.Until I saw the words 'Happy Birthday' written on the delicate cake, my heartbeat couldn't calm down anymore.When I got closer, I saw the man curled up on the sofa, without any cover, except for the little boy who was sleeping next to him.It turned out to be his only companion.

But the cold still made his hands curled up in front of his chest more vigorously, and the abrupt knuckles turned ginger white.Kneeling down to look at the face shrouded in shadows, he gently lifted up the hair on his forehead with his fingers, revealing the eyelashes still hanging with crystal liquid.The slight gathering of the cute eyebrows caused a ripple in his heart. ... This fool must be sad in his dream.

The cake is his favorite tiramisu.He must have prepared very carefully for a long time, when he was not paying attention.He must be looking forward to coming back soon so he has been waiting, day and night, and there is such a long time, he must be very hard.Through the thin fabric, he felt as cold as ice.Fool, don't you know you're about to become a snowman?

Now, Quan Ce just wants to tuck this 'snowman' into the warm quilt, wrap him up in pain, and carefully pick him up and take him away from here. The person in his arms seems to have reacted, and murmured in a daze into his ears , seemed to resist but also seemed to be suppressed sobbing, pulling Quan Ce's heart and mouth convulsions

"I'm very cold..."

……

"Fool." Withdrawing his hands, he hugged the person in his arms even tighter.He knew he wasn't awake.His head was tilted against his neck, and his hair was as soft as silk. ...Quan Ce didn't know what he said when he was drunk, but he must have said something, something that made this fragile little man sad.

Put him on the bed, cover him with a warm duvet, the layer of paleness is vivid in my memory, it is so pitiful that the small body is sunk in the blanket, how long will it take for this whole body to freeze and warm.

"Ce..." The same pale corners of his lips spit out his name, "Come back soon..."

It turns out that in his dream he still stays in the morning, and he still has his longing and expectation for himself. Only in his dream can he not let him feel sad...

"I'm back." Right next to you.And that late sentence,

"Happy birthday."

***

"Little Che, happy birthday! See what birthday present Dad has prepared for you." The man looked kindly, holding a beautifully wrapped gift in his hand.

He looks forward to his birthday every year.Dad always gave him different gifts.He is looking forward to it very much today, because it is a coming-of-age ceremony, and his father promised to give him a special gift.

Before night fell, the room was already dark. He sat on the big sofa at home and waited for his father to come back... Not long after, the door opened, and the man who came in was already very drunk, and the smell of alcohol on his body made him choke. Coughing.Even so, he still saw the gift box in the man's hand and ran over happily.

"dad……"

Before he finished speaking, unexpectedly the man went crazy and rushed towards him, pushing him to the ground with astonishing strength.The normally warm and jade-like father suddenly became strange, and there were strange beams of light in his smoky red eyes, shining with a blazing heat that made him uneasy.The words overflowing from the corners of the lips are so strange,

"Yaqing...I miss you so much..."

Ya Qing? ...This is the first time he heard this name from his father... Was it a former lover? ...

"Dad, it's me, Little Che!"

However, the man turned a blind eye, and his hotter breath hit his face, and he could hear the other person's heartbeat from a close distance.Strong anxiety spread in his mind, he began to struggle, even his voice became trembling and hoarse,

"Father, I'm Qingche, look clearly!!"

……

"Qingche, Qingche..."

...Who stretched out his hands to him in the dream, and the whispered soft spell lingered in his ears for a long time... He said, it's all right, it will be all right...

"It's okay, it's just a dream..."

Dream? ...has he had nightmares again? ...Slowly opened his eyes, the dim light blurred his vision, he couldn't tell whether it was tears or sweat, and the man's silhouette swayed into countless light spots in front of his eyes.

"Ce?..." As if reaching out to touch, the trembling and curly fingers stopped in mid-air and fell weakly,...

The moment it fell, he was held by a big hand. He felt the man's stubble floating on the back of his hand. The magnetic voice was so gentle,

"woke up?"

Qing Che opened her out-of-focus eyes and nodded. Although she couldn't see clearly, she might feel that rough hand brushed her forehead seriously.The touch of the fingertips touching the skin is so real, but it disappears suddenly in the next second.He was a little panicked, afraid that he would leave again, so he grabbed it quickly, whether it was the sleeve or the corner, he didn't want him to leave, and he didn't want to be left alone.

Quan Ce knew that the person in his arms hadn't fully woken up from the previous nightmare, but he couldn't see his own shadow in those empty black eyes, but it made him feel heartbroken, so he tightened his arms and patted the person Looking at the thin and trembling back.

"I am, I am."

This voice was like a gatekeeper. After waiting for a night of sadness and depression, and the dark torment in the dream, as the man's comfort fermented in an instant, the tears that were suppressed and suppressed finally burst.Clutching the other party's clothes and snuggling into his arms, the choking turned into sobbing, and the sobbing turned into childlike crying.He never asked him anything, but this day, just this day is not enough? ...

"Why...why...you didn't come back sooner..."

Quan Ce was frightened by the child's sudden tears.I have never seen him cry so hard, hoarse, like a baby learning to speak, whispering broken words in his mouth.The hesitation of his shoulders became the rhythm of his heart, and every tremor he shook made his heart ache.

"You said you would be back soon..."

Facing the child, he owed more and more.Day after day, when will it be repaid.

"sorry."

"I don't want to be alone...for my birthday..."

"sorry."

"...I want to keep you warm too...but I'm very cold..."

"sorry."

Quan Ce's lips parted, thousands of words turned into a choked sob at the corner of his mouth, filling his mouth with saltiness and blood.

A hot tear dripped into her chestnut hair.

"sorry."

How could I leave you without me, without walking into the night with you.

***