I really don't like you anymore

Xi Xinghai's foot was sprained, a slight sprain, not serious, just rest in bed for a few days.

The trouble is his hands.The wound that had just healed was torn again, and it was very troublesome to sew it up. Even with the anesthetic, Xi Xinghai still gasped non-stop.

At first, Yan Feihang was still standing beside him, accompanying and watching, his heart was full of pity and guilt.

In the end, Yan Feihang still feels distressed and feels guilty, but he doesn't care about feeling distressed or feeling guilty.

...He had to wipe Xi Xinghai's nose and tears non-stop, and comfort Xi Xinghai who was crying, "Don't cry, don't cry, it will be fine soon..."

The wound treatment was over, and it was past ten o'clock at night.Xi Xinghai's feet couldn't touch the ground, so Yan Feihang carried him into the van.He put Xi Xinghai on the co-pilot seat and fastened his seat belt, "Are you seated? We're going home."

Xi Xinghai said he was seated, and Yan Feihang started the car.

Xi Xinghai was tired from crying and also sleepy, "I want to sleep."

Yan Feihang said: "Sleep if you want, and I will call you when you arrive."

Xi Xinghai fell asleep, and Yan Feihang found a blanket to cover him.

The car started and drove slowly on the deserted long street.Out of the county is the country road.The country road is not smooth, and the car body is slightly bumpy.Yan Feihang controlled the accelerator and slowed down the speed of the car.On the co-pilot, Xi Xinghai slept soundly with his eyes closed, and the tree shadow outside the car window slowly receded.

When Xi Xinghai woke up, they had already returned to the gate of uncle's house.

At that time, the open-air KTV (private concert) had ended. ... The crowd dispersed, and the stereo was brought into the house. When people came to pick it up tomorrow, the door was not closed securely. Uncle left a gap in the door for them.

Xi Xinghai opened his eyes slowly, and saw Yan Feihang sitting in the driver's seat.

The misty night is like a net, a veil, gently covering the world. ... Yan Feihang was bathed in such night.

He had his hands on the steering wheel and his back was very straight.He pursed his lips, and the profile of his face seemed lonely for no reason.His eyes fell on the banyan tree directly in front of him and the balloons constantly flying on the branches of the banyan tree.

Xi Xinghai looked at him quietly, and finally was forced to make a sound by his itchy throat.

Yan Feihang heard the movement and turned to look at him, "Are you awake?"

Xi Xinghai nodded, stretched as if nothing had happened, and asked Yan Feihang what time it was.

Yan Feihang said it was more than one o'clock, "Does the hand still hurt? What else is uncomfortable?"

The hand is fine, and there is nothing wrong with other parts, Xi Xinghai shook his head, "...just didn't sleep well, and my head was a little dizzy."

The bumpy car made his head shake from side to side, and his hair was rubbed into a mess by the shaking head.Yan Feihang wanted to touch his head and smooth those stubborn hairs.

...But considering his previous overreaction, he still held back.

"Go back to sleep if you feel dizzy."

"Sit still. I'll carry you back."

He unbuckled his seat belt, opened the door and got out of the car.He walked around from the front of the car to the side of the co-pilot, then he opened the door of the co-pilot, and bent down with his back to Xi Xinghai.

The gently blowing night breeze slowly stirred his hair, and the silvery moonlight fell softly on his hair, neck, and back... The lines from his neck to neck were exceptionally smooth, and his shoulders were longer than the exercise Wide and thick, giving people a sense of security.

Xi Xinghai lay down slowly, and felt the scorching temperature through his thin clothes.

Xi Xinghai buried his face in Yan Feihang's neck and closed his eyes.Yan Feihang held Xi Xinghai's knees and walked upstairs.

Yan Feihang walked very slowly and steadily, and the slight shaking made Xi Xinghai feel sleepy again.

The lights were not turned on at home, and the only light source around was the flashlight in Xi Xinghai's phone.The flashlight illuminated the road under Yan Feihang's feet, and also covered Yan Feihang's handsome and silent side face in the blurred light and shadow.

Xi Xinghai opened his eyes, quietly watching the side face.Many trivial pictures flashed quickly in my mind like a fleeting image.

...The tip of his nose was sour again.The arms tightened silently.

Yan Feihang turned around and asked him what was wrong, he shook his head, "It's fine."

At the door of the room, Yan Feihang stretched out a hand, ready to open the door and enter.Xi Xinghai said that he should just leave him at the door.Yan Feihang paused slightly, then turned around.He looked at Xi Xinghai suspiciously, "Can you do it?"

Xi Xinghai said he could do it.The tone is quite determined, and the attitude is quite firm.

At this moment, Yan Feihang recalled the intimate contact a few hours ago. ... When remembering the touch of Xi Xinghai's skin, Yan Feihang's face couldn't help but heat up, and the sports shorts on his lower body also slightly tightened at this moment.

Realizing what Xi Xinghai was worried about, he also felt that Xi Xinghai's worry was very reasonable.Yan Feihang slowly got down and put Xi Xinghai on the ground.

Supporting Xi Xinghai to stand upright, he said good night to Xi Xinghai, told him a few precautions, then turned around and was about to leave.

The tugging sensation from the hem of the clothes made him stop for a while. When he turned his head, he saw Xi Xinghai leaning against the door frame, with his head bowed, and his right hand was tightly grasping the hem of his clothes.

Yan Feihang was taken aback for a moment, and asked subconsciously: "What's wrong? Is there any other discomfort?"

Xi Xinghai was a little dizzy and his hands were a little uncomfortable, but this was not the reason why he was holding Yan Feihang's clothes.He shook his head.

Yan Feihang was puzzled, "Then you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Xi Xinghai interrupted.

Xi Xinghai raised his eyes to look at him, and said without beginning and end: "I lied just now, brother Feihang."

Yan Feihang was taken aback, "Lie, tell... what lie?"

Xi Xinghai looked into his eyes, then looked away, he looked at a certain point behind Yan Feihang, and said slowly: "Actually... your singing is not so bad..."

It turned out to be this.Yan Feihang wanted to laugh a little.

... He also knows that his singing is not so bad.It doesn't sound that good though.But at least not to the point of hearing him cry.

"I see. Thank you for your honesty. It's getting late..."

Before he finished speaking, Xi Xinghai interrupted him again.

Xi Xinghai said: "Why do you keep interrupting! You can listen to me first!"

Xi Xinghai's tone was fierce and serious.Yan Feihang's heart trembled when he heard this.He realized something, his heart slowly hung in the air, and his throat tightened faintly.

He looked at Xi Xinghai, his eyes gradually became scorching.

... Is it a knife or a candy that is waiting for me?

"You said."

After Xi Xinghai lost his temper, he changed back to the appearance of a docile little sheep.He didn't dare to look at Yan Feihang, he still lowered his head and spoke slowly.

He said: "...the ceremony just now wasn't that bad. The design of the balloon is very interesting. Although the sound quality of the stereo is mediocre, the songs are well selected and very touching. What's more..."

Xi Xinghai stopped.

Yan Feihang frowned, and asked anxiously, "What else?"

Xi Xinghai didn't know what to say.I'm too embarrassed to say what's next.He even regretted opening his mouth a bit.

He frowned and bit his lip.

The hanging heart can't go up or down, not to mention how uncomfortable it is.

Unable to wait for the desired verdict, Yan Feihang was in a hurry, so anxious that he had a fierce look on his face.

He stared at Xi Xinghai, wishing he could hold his shoulders and shake those unfinished words out of his mouth.

"What else, you said it! It's interesting to dawdle in fishing, isn't it?"

Xi Xinghai hadn't been yelled at by him for a long time, and when he heard it out of the blue, he felt like he choked.

He is not happy anymore.

... Can this person figure out his position first?Now the initiative is in your own hands, okay?

"Just say it! Why are you so fierce?!"

Perhaps it was because of crying for too long, Xi Xinghai's nose was also red, and his voice was hoarse, obviously he didn't mean that, but the way he raised his eyes to look at people was still inexplicably aggrieved.It was as if he had been greatly wronged.

Yan Feihang couldn't see him like this, his heart softened immediately.

So what if the heart is suspended?He wished he could hold out his heart, hold it in front of him, and play it like a ball for him.

With remorse in his heart, he immediately softened his voice and coaxed: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that, you know, my temper..."

Xi Xinghai: "I know you have a bad temper, and I also know that you don't mean that."

Pausing for a moment, Xi Xinghai took a deep breath, "I just want to tell you that your singing is very beautiful, I like it very much, and your ceremony is also very interesting, I don't hate it at all. I just said that I won't let you chase me Don't take it seriously, if you really want to pursue me..."

He said, "Come and chase."