After the sea king wears into the ancient abuse text

It was dusk when Yu Yicheng returned home.

In the living room, a small piece of yellow was projected by the twilight by the window, and the rest was hidden in the dark.

A slender figure lay halfway on the sofa.

He stepped forward to come to Xie Qi, very intimately, and said close to his face: "Why don't you turn on the light."

"I don't want to open it."

Xie Qi didn't take Qiao to ignore him anymore, but leaned towards him with a weary voice.

His cheeks were a little cold.

So Yu Yicheng devoted his attention to adjusting the central temperature.

Without noticing it for a while, Xie Qi climbed up to him, humming and not humming: "Not happy."

"...Did you see the message I sent you?"

Xie Qi nodded.

Yu Yicheng did, sending him short messages every half hour.

"Why don't you call me back?"

The man kissed him on the cheek: "It's so worrying."

"I'm not happy!" The young man's eyes were particularly moist in the dark, and his voice was slightly raised. What is unusual is that the voice is a little soft, like wet glutinous rice.

Thinking about it carefully, it was only after they started dating that they changed.

In fact, the subtle changes in Xie Qi's body are not small, such as the tone of voice that starts to stick to him all the time, such as suddenly hugging him and saying that he likes him over and over again on a sudden whim, and another example at this moment——

Xie Qi didn't get the answer he wanted, so he turned his face and pushed him away.

"Did you listen to me?"

He sat cross-legged on the sofa, looking down at Yu Yicheng who was in front of him.

"I'm listening," Yu Yicheng stroked his hand, "Qiqi, today is a work delay, nothing else."

A bright little gift bag was placed in front of him: "Cake."

The sweet and creamy aroma scrambled out, and Xie Qi felt hungry belatedly.

"I didn't eat much at noon." The hunger came up, and the grievance also came up, "I'm hungry."

"Why don't you have a good meal?"

Yu Yicheng's face immediately became serious.

"not in the mood."

Xie Qi raised his head and pointed his eyes towards the restaurant: "I've been cooking for a long time, and I don't want to eat after I'm done."

"What about dinner?" Yu Yicheng opened the cake box for him, looking at his lips covered with cream, "I haven't eaten yet."

"I don't want to move." The young man's voice was muffled by the soft cake dough.

"You're really—" the man leaned forward and picked him up, with a good voice, "Go and do it for a while, don't lie down, I'll make you dinner."

"I made it at noon," he blinked slowly, "you just warm it up."

"Why don't you eat after lunch..." Yu Yicheng mumbled as he walked to the dining room, and was immediately stunned.

There are several discs on the dining table, colorful, obviously the creators put a lot of effort into them - even carved a rabbit with radish in the middle.

"You don't come back." Xie Qi hugged him from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder, "I don't want to eat."

Yu Yicheng felt the breath of the young man behind him, and suddenly fell into a certain trembling.

"You have to eat well," he pulled Xie Qi's hand around his waist, and did not let go, "Don't do this next time."

"Next time?" Xie Qi suddenly became alert, "How many more times?"

"I will try to avoid it at work." Yu Yicheng pushed him onto the chair, "I will tell you if I can't come back on time."

"Well."

Xie Qi frowned obviously, and uttered a meaningless syllable.

He hates waiting.

It reminds him of bad things.

He expected Yu Yicheng to stop and stay by his side for a while, but Yu Yicheng had already entered the kitchen with plates and bowls.

The aroma of the food soon overflowed with the sound of sizzling, which was very noisy.

This made him feel a little more relaxed, and he also forgot what he wanted to care about just now.

Even when Yu Yicheng came out, he took the initiative to go up and take off Yu Yicheng's coat - this man was in a hurry to come over to accompany him, and was eager to heat up the meal, so he didn't even take off his coat.

He chose the coat for Yu Yicheng himself, and he also took care of it for Yu Yicheng in the morning. Right now, the coat is still stained with a little heat from the kitchen and a little familiar fragrance.

Dark fragrance?

——As if being pricked by a needle, he suddenly stuck there.

Xie Qi felt a little dizzy, probably because he didn't eat much.

"It's time to eat," Yu Yicheng sensed that something was wrong with him, and came to hug him, "Why are you still in a daze?"

"Did you drive back by yourself today?" the young man said abruptly.

"Yeah." The man beside him was a little dazed.

"End the meeting at five o'clock?" This is a text message Yu Yicheng himself sent him.

"That's it."

"But it was already [-]:[-] when you came back." He had no abnormal expression on his face, "Where did you go halfway?"

"I didn't go anywhere, I went to buy a cake." Yu Yicheng seemed to be confused, seeing that he didn't respond, he had to rack his brains, "Well... I even sent my friend home, the one who asked you to pick me up last time That, let's drop by, so we won't waste any time."

"that's it?"

"That's it," Yu Yicheng pulled him to the dining table and served him with some strength, "what's the matter?"

"...I smell a little perfume."

"I don't use perfume." The man who was busy blurting out, then realized something, "Qiqi? I didn't have close contact with others..."

"You don't have to be very close to smell your perfume—at least not as close as we do at night." But it portends something.

He forked a small tomato, took a bite, frowned at the weird sour taste, and tossed it on the plate uninterestedly—he really didn't like tomatoes.Speaking of which, if he hadn't been with Yu Yicheng, he would never have been able to throw little tomatoes into the shopping basket in the supermarket.

"Maybe it's from a colleague."

Yu Yicheng's voice was inexplicably tense, as if he was tied up with a rope reluctantly, but he didn't want to break the fragile rope, so he had to follow the rope:

"I don't care."

"This scent is very familiar." Xie Qi finally sank his face, "You really didn't notice it?"

Yu Yicheng stopped talking.

He looked at Xie Qi for a while, his eyebrows curled into inexplicable arcs, but his voice was so soft that it was almost gentle, or in other words, as gentle as possible:

"What are you trying to say? Qiqi?"

"Will you not recognize the incense you make?"

Xie Qi was still carrying his coat, his wrists were a little sore, and he felt that he was carrying an unknown object:

"I remember Lin Xuan also used this."

He finally said it.

Well, now this kind of ominousness is getting bigger and bigger.

That fragrance came out from a subtle place, from a complex smell, and slyly penetrated into his mind almost instantly, lingered for a long time, and dissipated, making him feel dizzy.

In fact, he shouldn't have said that.

That secret taste was erratic, and even disappeared a lot after a while. As for the invisible, it just lingered in his mind alone.

For some minor details, perhaps it is more appropriate to call it chasing after the wind and shadows - he really shouldn't torture people with such a sullen face.

But it was too late.

When he realized where this familiar smell came from, those long-term memories similar to the present were almost suddenly and sharply recalled in his mind.

At that time... when in the previous life?

He found that he couldn't remember the time, and he couldn't even remember the name and appearance of the person who left his boyfriend's coat smelling of perfume.

He just remembered that he was alone in the room at that time, hesitating secretly, and after a while, he chose to erase this insignificant episode.

However, in fact, all kinds of signs can't be erased or melted away. They will only press on him one after another when the canvas is finally lifted, with such a force that his eyes suddenly turn black, and he feels dizzy.

Then came a series of chaotic events that I can't remember clearly...arguments, breakups, breakdowns, etc., just like all stories.

But even though he couldn't remember anything clearly, the feeling of being struck by lightning was still mercilessly engraved in his bones.

Changed the world, so it didn't disappear.

Instead, when encountering a similar situation, it immediately surged up from the depths of memory, without a trace of pause or pity, oppressing him urgently, making him unable to live in peace at all.

Just now, his tone became sharp in an instant, and his perception of it was quite clear, perhaps Yu Yicheng also felt it.

This is not fair to Yu Yicheng.

He quietly glanced at Yu Yicheng.

The man's face was still dazed, and he couldn't restrain his exhaustion, strands of it showed on his face.

Of course, he knew that Yu Yicheng had been working all day today.

He knew that in a work meeting with dozens of people, Yu Yicheng must be the center and the person who thought the most.

He also knew that as soon as Yu Yicheng came back, he came to hug him and kiss him, and warmed him up, without resting.

But he still threw these questions on Yu Yicheng without hesitation, regardless of timing and logic.

In short, he was only led by inexplicable emotions, threw his words out, and splashed them on Yu Yicheng's face.

With hindsight, an emotion called regret crept into his heart.

"I don't know." After being dazed, Yu Yicheng walked over and picked him up. Since the chair in front of the table was too narrow, Xie Qi naturally sat on Yu Yicheng's lap and leaned against his chest.

This is actually a very rare gesture between them.

Xie Qi doesn't like to wrap himself in other people's arms. He usually likes half to be entangled with others, and the other half to spread freely on the quilt or some other place - this difference is very subtle, but he is sure that Yu Yicheng feels it. kind of difference.

Because Yu Yicheng took his leg when he straightened up, signaling him to nestle in his arms.

He obeyed Yu Yicheng's wishes, feeling that his whole body was surrounded by warmth.

"Let's talk about it." Yu Yicheng stared at his cheek with a serious expression that was almost serious.

At this moment, he even hoped that Yu Yicheng would come over and coax him with soft words like before, or kiss him, and then the matter would be over.

But Yu Yicheng didn't do what he wanted, but still pondered over his words:

"The smell of the perfume... Maybe it was left by Lin Xuan, maybe it was someone else, I don't know, because I don't care about other people's clothes at all."

Xie Qi froze and said nothing.

"Qiqi, if there are similar things in the future..." Yu Yicheng swallowed the last words, "You have to trust me."

He rarely asked Xie Qi so directly and forcefully.

"I don't believe you," Xie Qi pressed against his chest for a while, and for some reason, such a sentence came out suddenly, "But I almost wanted to throw away this coat just now."

Yu Yicheng was silent for a while.

"Well, you can do whatever you want with my things." In the end, he lifted Xie Qi's face and looked at the young man in his arms. "But you picked this coat for me. I'm so reluctant to lose it."