Too much

Shen Zeming looked at Qi Jingchen silently for a moment, then turned his head and looked away.

The first snowfall in H City came to an end at noon yesterday, and the dark twilight shone in the melted snow on the blue curtains by the window. Qi Jingchen stood upright at the end of the bed, gentle but faintly forceful, saying To pursue him.

This scene gradually overlapped with the familiar scene in memory.

But it was hot summer at that time, and it was not the cold winter wind blowing into the window, but the sea breeze full of salty humidity.

In the same pure white ward, he broke an arm in the earthquake. 17-year-old Qi Jingchen was wearing a blue and white school uniform, holding a bowl of porridge made by himself, his two sword eyebrows were slightly frowned, a little stubborn, and inexplicably said to him seriously : "I'm chasing you. Although I don't know what liking is, I want you."

Now, handsome casual clothes replace school uniforms, and roses replace preserved egg and lean meat porridge. The 27-year-old Qi Jingchen is handsome and mature, and he is no longer the boy who didn't know how to like him.

Pulling away from the memory, Shen Zeming clenched his knuckles, concealed the excess emotions, and said in a flat voice: "You know what I want to know."

Qi Jingchen was silent for a moment, raised his eyes, his eyes hidden behind the glasses were unreasonably cold, "I can give you everything except that."

Hearing this, Shen Zeming lowered his head and pinched the corner of the quilt, exhaled lightly, raised his eyes to look at Qi Jingchen, puzzled, but calmly said: "You know why I care."

Qi Jingchen looked at him and lowered his eyes, "I'm sorry."

The atmosphere dropped to freezing point again.

Shen Zeming laughed at himself.

After a while, he raised his hand and pressed the center of his brows, and unobtrusively removed the depression between his brows and eyes, pierced Qi Jingchen with ice knife-like eyes, with a playful smile on the corner of his lips, and jokingly said: "You can say whatever you want." ?”

Qi Jingchen gave a low "hmm".

He looked at Shen Zeming again with that kind of docile and docile eyes.

"Okay." The smile on Shen Zeming's lips faded, he glanced provocatively at the gaudy red rose in Qi Jingchen's arms, and said lightly: "Throw it away, I don't like it."

Hearing this, Qi Jingchen lowered his head and glanced coldly at the roses in his bosom—they were carefully selected one by one by him in the flower shop.

The next moment, he turned around and walked towards the trash can at the door of the ward, and then threw this bouquet of fragrant roses into the trash can without hesitation as if throwing trash.

After doing this, Qi Jingchen raised his head, looked at Shen Zeming with fiery eyes, waited quietly for a few seconds, but did not get the expected response, he looked down at the rose lying in the trash can, and looked up at Shen Zeming with great restraint.

The eyes seem to say: What about the reward?

The corners of Shen Zeming's lips curled up in an inexplicable arc, "No."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the small clusters of flames burning in Qi Jingchen's eyes were completely extinguished, the ends of his eyes were a little bit aggrieved, and as if he didn't dare to show it, they drooped slightly and cast a glance at Shen Zeming.

Shen Zeming raised his eyebrows unexpectedly.

"Then what kind of flowers do you like?" Qi Jingchen walked towards him slowly, his voice was low and magnetic, and his words were very soft, except for the word "you" which was a little bit heavier, "Eustoma? Lilies? Or baby's breath?"

He got closer and closer, and had already crossed the "two-step" boundary.

Shen Zeming gave a soft "tsk", Qi Jingchen stopped, looked at him, and retreated obediently.

"Okay, I'll be here today." Shen Zeming raised the corners of his lips, "I'll be discharged from the hospital tomorrow."

Qi Jingchen still looked at him with kind, big dog-like eyes, and said softly, "I'll pick you up."

He seemed to have gotten used to "you" well, but Shen Zeming's ear tips went numb for a moment like an electric shock. He covered his lips unnaturally and coughed lightly. He didn't have the momentum of taming a beast at all. He looked away and responded, " Um."

The next morning, Shen Zeming did all the checkups after nine o'clock, and it was exactly ten o'clock when he was discharged from the hospital. That's when Qi Jingchen came.

The temperature was more than ten degrees Celsius, and the weather was not too cold. He was only wearing a fleece gray hoodie, and the lower body was simple black sweatpants. It was rare that he did not wear glasses. He stood with one hand in his pocket under the warm sun. There is a youthful exuberance.

The conspicuous black Mercedes-Benz G was parked at the entrance of the inpatient department building in a high-profile way. Qi Jingchen leaned against the car with a cigarette in his hand, saw Shen Zeming from a distance, and didn't call out, just smiled at him flamboyantly.

And as Shen Zeming approached, Zhang Yang automatically withdrew his edge and became gentle and harmless, "Is everything going well?"

Shen Zeming nodded slightly, did not answer, looked him up and down carefully, turned his face cold suddenly, and said displeasedly: "Where are the flowers?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qi Jingchen hooked his lips, biting his cigarette and opened the passenger door.

——A small bunch of white baby's breath wrapped in light blue cellophane lay "obediently" on the passenger seat.

The corners of Shen Zeming's mouth twitched slightly, and when he raised his eyes, his eyes collided with Qi Jingchen.

Those eyes were wet, seeming to be flattering, and the long and narrow eye tails drooped slightly, showing a kind of innocence.

But the moment they looked at each other, Qi Jingchen's eyes stared at their prey like a wolf dog, staring straight at Shen Zeming.

The tone is still respectful: "Do you like it?"

Shen Zeming was taken aback for a moment, then hooked his lips, "I like it."

"Where's the reward?" He no longer concealed himself as he did last night, eagerly begging for rewards without any concealment, just like the German shepherd on TV who was touring around with a frisbee in his mouth.

"Reward?" Shen Zeming raised his lips, stretched out a hand and gently grabbed the drawstring of the sweater on Qi Jingchen's chest, "What do you want?"

Such an intimate gesture is too weird and ambiguous for the two men, coupled with the eye-catching and ostentatious big G, frequently attracts curious or gossip from passers-by.Qi Jingchen lowered his head and laughed, bent down naturally following the arc of being pulled by the drawstring, brushed his lips against Shen Zeming's ear, and whispered in his ear: "Are you sure you want to be here?"

As he said that, he raised his eyes and glanced at the man hiding behind the pillar at the door holding his mobile phone.

With just one glance, the man's body shook violently, and the mouse quickly put away the phone like a cat, and followed the crowd into the hall in a panic.

The faint smell of tobacco mixed with the warm and thick agarwood brushed towards his cheeks, Shen Zeming couldn't help breathing a few times, a suspicious pink color appeared behind his ears, he let go and took two steps back, abruptly opening the distance between him and Qi Jingchen.

"Get in the car first." After saying that, the passenger door on the side was slammed shut.

Qi Jingchen smiled, and quickly walked around to the other side to get into the car.

The warm air was turned on in the car in advance, and the co-pilot even thoughtfully put a cushion and a small blanket. Shen Zeming took the baby's breath and sniffed it carefully under his nose. It was the faint but fresh and pleasant smell in his memory.

He put the flowers on his lap in satisfaction, and turned his head. Qi Jingchen was watching him with deep eyes. If he could conjure a tail behind him, Shen Zeming suspected that Qi Jingchen would probably fly away.

He bent the corner of his mouth silently, hooked his index finger at Qi Jingchen, before he could speak, his lips were suddenly warm.

Shen Zeming was startled for a moment, but in the next second, the warmth disappeared at the touch of a touch, rubbed the corner of his lips and slid behind his ear, touched the earlobe lightly, and left quickly.

"Thank you for your reward." Qi Jingchen smiled, turned his head to look at Shen Zeming, his seductive eyes touched Shen Zeming's nerves one after another, and said in a low voice, "I like it very much."

Like a burning fire, the suspicious crimson color behind Shen Zeming's ears quickly spread to his neck, a piece of light pink, forming an ambiguity that wanted to be concealed.But he wanted to pretend to be calm, staring straight ahead, with a sullen face like a fox pretending to be a tiger, and lightly reprimanded: "This is not an example."

What responded was Qi Jingchen's deep laughter.

"At your command."

I don’t know why, maybe it’s because of Monday. They were very lucky that day, and they hardly encountered any annoying congestion. The Mercedes-Benz Big G had a green light all the way, and they arrived home 15 minutes earlier.

Shen Zeming got out of the car holding the flowers, as if he was ashamed of the superficial kiss just now, and walked into the apartment building without turning back.

Although he only stayed in the hospital for three or four days, the sequelae of excessive blood loss still made him exhausted. As soon as he stepped on the first step on the third floor, Shen Zeming was a little exhausted, so that he was asked to go upstairs two minutes later than him. Qi Jingchen easily caught up.

His brows were tightly furrowed, the fine sweat oozing from his forehead rolled down his cheeks, his cut right hand was resting weakly on the handrail of the stairs, panting heavily.

At this time, Shen Zeming suddenly felt a little regretful, he should have shown mercy when he attacked, otherwise this body wouldn't be so weak.

Qi Jingchen supported him behind himself, and when his eyes touched the gauze wrapped in layers on Shen Zeming's wrist, a bit of pain appeared in his eyes, "Are you okay?"

Shen Zeming shook his head, and was about to break free from him to go up the steps, but was held by Qi Jingchen's knees and hugged horizontally, the man's calm and deep voice rang in his ears.

"Don't be forceful."

Shen Zeming froze for a moment, met Qi Jingchen's deep and dark eyes, and finally chose to compromise, relaxing his body and leaning against the man's strong arms.

He took out the key from his bag and opened the door. The house, which had not been lived in for nearly two months, was as clean as ever, with obvious signs of regular cleaning.

Shen Zeming raised his head and glanced at Qi Jingchen. The latter looked as usual, and carried him into the bedroom steadily.

The sheets and bedding were all replaced with new ones, exuding the warm breath after drying in the sun, Qi Jingchen put him beside the bed, and naturally lowered his head to take off his shoes.

Shen Zeming hid for a while, Qi Jingchen stopped his movements and looked up at him.

Qi Jingchen returned the phone to him on the day he woke up, and there was almost no trace of secretly browsing the contents, only one point was very suspicious - all the contact information of Shen Zelin, Song Lan and even Shen Ming were blacklisted. And Qi Jingchen's own phone number and WeChat were miraculously released from the blacklist.

Shen Zeming put the phone in front of Qi Jingchen, staring at him with a half-smile: "Explain?"

Qi Jingchen was stiff for a second, and then said confidently: "It's reasonable, I don't think there is any problem."

Pausing for a moment, he carefully thought about Shen Zeming's expression, and his voice unconsciously softened, "When you were unconscious, this family sent a lot of 'junk' messages. I deleted and blocked them when I got angry, and there is no need to contact them in the future."

"You're angry?"

Shen Zeming fell silent.He knew that Qi Jingchen should have known something, but—"No. I don't blame you." Shen Zeming looked down at the three numbers on the phone screen, feeling a little depressed, "I didn't want to contact them a long time ago, but I didn't For some complicated reasons, no action has been taken."

When filling out the application for the college entrance examination, Shen Zeming's first choice was in a city [-] kilometers away from City H, and he wanted to never come back.

But Shen Ming used some means to forcibly amend his application form without telling Shen Zeming. He didn't know the truth until the admission letter from H University arrived home, but it was too late.

Perhaps he should even be grateful to Song Lan, at least agreeing to allow him to go to college.

Thinking of this, Shen Zeming smiled self-deprecatingly.

Perhaps aware of his low mood, Qi Jingchen suddenly leaned forward, embraced him with open arms, pressed Shen Zeming against his shoulder domineeringly, and gently stroked Shen Zeming's back with his right hand.

It was a tender, comforting hug.

"I'm here." Qi Jingchen's voice was very soft, and it seemed to weigh heavily on his heart, which made people feel at ease for no reason.

Shen Zeming's nose was sour, and he leaned quietly for a while, thinking of Qi Jingchen's "crime" in the past two months, he was still somewhat upset, and began to ruthlessly chase him away.

"You should go back." He stretched out his hand to push the man's strong chest muscles, and raised his head expressionlessly, "There is no reward for being misbehaving."

Hearing this, Qi Jingchen lowered his head and covered his lips with a smile, straightened up obediently, and lowered his eyebrows pleasingly: "Then when can I see you again?"

Shen Zeming almost didn't hold back, bit his lip at the beginning, and reluctantly said: "Wait for the notice."

"Okay." Qi Jingchen curled his lips, "I will wait for you obediently."

After he finished speaking, like treating a cute child in a kindergarten, he winked at Shen Zeming, closed the door and went out.

Outside the window of the living room, a beautiful bird flew from the dead tree with no leaves, chirping and flapping its wings, jumping to the left for a while, and then jumping back to the right for a while, a pair of black mung bean eyes stared straight at the corn on the window sill Turn around yo-yo.

Qi Jingchen stood at the window, staring at the little bird, gently pushed the window open, quietly grabbed a handful of corn kernels in his palm, and gently hooked his fingers towards the little bird.

Xiao Que tilted her head and stared at him.

But after a while, the little sparrow jumped two steps towards him cautiously, picked up the corn kernels and ate them with its sharp beak.

Satisfied with food and drink, the brave little sparrow happily shook its wings, its black eyes rolled around, its fluffy head leaned up and quickly rubbed against his palm, and flew away.

If it was the former Qi Jingchen, he would definitely have caught this bird in a cage and locked it up, forcing it to be an obedient caged bird that would accompany him forever.

However, Xiaoque would rather suffer hunger and hunger outside than stay in a luxurious cage without worrying about food and clothing. He was hit with a bloody head and desperately wanted to fly out, and finally ended up with a loss for both sides.

But this is not what Qi Jingchen wants.

He wants the little sparrow to get into the cage on its own initiative, crawl willingly at his feet, and be willing to be his caged sparrow alone.

The same is true for Shen Zeming.

On Wednesday, Shen Zeming went back to school and went to work.

During the nearly two-month vacation, which is rare in the busy and tense second year of high school, Director Liu rarely scolded anyone. Although his face was not very good, he didn't say anything serious after all. , the work must not be slack.

It was only at this time that Shen Zeming realized that Qi Jingchen had asked for sick leave for him, and he didn't know what illness was used as an excuse to get a two-month long leave from the principal.

But he didn't think too much about it. After all, those things were out of his consideration, and whoever did the crime would be responsible.

During his leave, Director Liu took over the class temporarily for him. Due to the coercion/power of the grade teacher, the students in the class were very well-behaved. Even Zhou Xiao, who had always been rebellious, began to read and study honestly, and did not cause trouble again.

The students hadn't seen their homeroom teacher for a long time, and they were excited and curious for a moment. They asked Shen Zeming lively and lively, and finally agreed to return to their seats for class.

After a class, Shen Zeming once again felt the students' enthusiasm for the class after a long absence, and dragged the class for 2 minutes without stopping the car.

When he packed up his textbooks and exercise books and returned to his office from the classroom, he saw Qi Jingchen sitting on his desk impressively, playing with the Doraemon ornaments on his desk.

When he turned his head to see him, his long eyebrows were drawn down suddenly, and a torrent of grievances poured out of his eyes, like a puppy who couldn't get milk.

Looking at each other, the "dog boy" stood up with big strides, his little finger hooked his collar lightly, and complained pitifully, "I couldn't wait for your notice, so I had to find it myself."