withered lover

In the evening, Shen Guiwan, who was sleeping, was awakened by the residual warmth of the sun.

He opened his eyes, lay on the bed and stared at the setting sun outside the window for a while, and gradually regained his lax consciousness.

The ceiling in front of him was very strange, Shen Guiwan sat up while supporting his waist, looked around, and realized that he was no longer in the living room.

Du Zhinian helped him wash his body while he was asleep, and carried him from the sofa to the bed. Now his body didn't feel any discomfort except a little soreness.

Shen Guiwan rubbed his slightly sore cheeks, sat with his head down for a few minutes, and then slowly picked up the clothes on the bedside table and changed.

He changed his clothes, buttoned his shirt one by one, stepped on the wooden floor with bare feet, and walked towards the bedroom door.

Shen Guiwan pushed open the bedroom door, the door lock turned and made a slight metallic sound, Du Zhinian, who was sitting on the sofa watching the tablet, raised his head.

He looked at Shen Guiwan who was walking towards him, and asked, "Are you awake?"

"En." Shen Guiwan walked to him and sat down.

Du Zhinian put the tablet aside, put his hands on Shen Guiwan's shoulders, and pulled him into his arms.

"The takeaway will be here in a while, you agreed to have dinner with me, haven't you forgotten?" Du Zhinian touched Shen Guiwan's shoulder and asked in a low voice.

"No." Shen Guiwan paused, "I thought I would go out to eat."

He had just woken up, his voice and eyes were a bit dazed.

"There are a lot of people on Friday. If you don't make a reservation in advance, you will have to wait in a long line." Du Zhinian smiled and asked him, "Do you have time to wait?"

Shen Guiwan didn't speak, but shook his head silently.

He hasn't eaten out for a long time, doesn't know the pace of life in this city, and is completely out of touch with society.

So he couldn't answer any of Du Zhinian's questions.

The air conditioner was turned on in Du Zhinian's apartment, and warm air was blowing.

But the warm air made by the machine was too dry and made people feel irritable. Du Zhinian left a gap in the glass door between the balcony and the living room.

The cold wind blew in through the crack of the door, and the translucent gauze curtain fluttered gently.

Shen Guiwan leaned against Du Zhinian's arms, turned sideways and looked towards the balcony.

In the afternoon when Du Zhinian was hugged on his lap, Shen Guiwan saw the scenery outside the window through the gauze curtain.

Du Zhinian's apartment is next to the park and the business district, and the windows of the living room and study room can see the hillside of the park.

The color of the hillside changes with the sunrise and sunset. In the morning, it is emerald green all over the mountains, and in the evening it is dyed golden by the setting sun.

But now, when Shen Guiwan looked out of the window again, the hillside of the park was completely blocked by the dark gray sofa cover hanging on the balcony, and only a small piece of cloud could be seen leaking in from the corner of the window.

The clouds floated slowly, swallowed by the window frame bit by bit, and then the afterglow of the setting sun spilled into Du Zhinian's apartment.

Du Zhinian put his arms around Shen Guiwan, wanting to chat with him, but before he could open his mouth, he saw Shen Guiwan staring at the scenery outside the window in a daze.

The setting sun shone on Shen Guiwan's face, coating the eyelashes and the hair on the forehead with a light golden layer, the coldness between the eyebrows and eyes melted under the warm sunlight, turning into a gentle expression.

His lips were very pale, a sweet maple-sugar tint from the sun.

Du Zhinian doesn't like sweets, but now he suddenly wants to taste Shen Guiwan's lips, to see if it is as sweet as maple syrup.

"Shen Guiwan." He softly called the other party's name.

Shen Guiwan turned around when he heard the sound, his black eyes were shining brightly in the sunlight.

Du Zhinian lowered his head, covered Shen Guiwan's lips, and traced the shape of his lips with the tip of his tongue.

Shen Guiwan's lips were soft, Du Zhinian tasted his taste, it was indeed as sweet as maple syrup, so sweet that he couldn't help but want to deepen the kiss.

But before he could act, he was interrupted by the untimely ringing of the doorbell.

Shen Guiwan supported the sofa, leaned back a little, and widened the distance between the two.

His chest rose and fell slightly, panting, "The doorbell rang."

Du Zhinian stared at his slightly swollen lips, and said helplessly, "It's takeaway."

The takeaway Du Zhinian ordered was from a chain hot pot nearby. The ingredients were packed in lunch boxes and delivered together with the base material of the vacuum plastic seal.

The temperature has been cooling down recently, and it is almost the season to drink and chat around the hot pot.

Du Zhinian is a person who doesn't like spicy food, but considering that Shen Gui's late illness will be better, and he has been tossing and turning all afternoon, he specially chose the mandarin duck pot bottom when ordering.

He poured clear water into the pot, poured the base material into the pot, and it quickly turned into a pot of red oil.

Shen Guiwan sat at the other end of the dining table, helping Du Zhinian to arrange the tableware.

The bottom of the pot filled with chili peppers boiled very quickly, and when the light mushroom soup next to it remained motionless, the churning red soup was already bubbling and steaming, and the choking spiciness exploded in the air with the bursting bubbles.

The air was full of the smell of chili peppers, Shen Guiwan couldn't stand the stimulation, and couldn't help but sneezed a few times.

Du Zhinian handed him two tissues and asked, "Can't you eat spicy food?"

Shen Guiwan was about to nod, but the continuous sneezing interrupted his answer.

He hit him several times in a row, and he didn't stop until tears came out and the tip of his nose became red from rubbing.

Du Zhinian felt really uncomfortable seeing Shen Guiwan, so he got up helplessly and turned on the range hood in the kitchen.

The range hood was running "buzzing", and quickly sucked out the acrid air. Shen Guiwan wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and the bottom of the mushroom pot beside him boiled.

A few pieces of shiitake mushrooms floated in the milky white soup, the wafting heat was mixed with the unique fragrance of the fungus, Shen Guiwan did not move his chopsticks, filled a small bowl of soup, and drank it in small sips.

Du Zhinian didn't expect Shen Guiwan to react so strongly to chili peppers, and with a hint of guilt, he boiled two slices of beef in the mushroom soup pot and put them in Shen Guiwan's bowl.

"Sorry, I didn't know you can't eat spicy food, are you allergic?"

"I'm not allergic, it's just choking." Shen Guiwan sniffed, with a strong nasal sound mixed in, "Thank you."

It's not that Shen Guiwan can't eat spicy food at all, it's just that his physical condition has become worse and worse in the past few years, and his reaction to irritating food is very serious, even so serious that he can't even touch a little chili.

He picked up the chopsticks, picked up the beef and stuffed it into his mouth.

The beef in the mushroom soup shabu-shabu was very tender, with a faint aroma of mushrooms, but Shen Guiwan couldn't taste it.

He swallowed the beef, and Du Zhinian who was sitting opposite asked him again: "Is it delicious?"

Shen Guiwan's hand holding the chopsticks paused for a moment, and nodded lightly.

He doesn't like to talk, and eats very quietly, but he was choked by the chili just now, and now he is sniffing while eating.

Shen Guiwan looked pitiful like that, Du Zhinian wanted to laugh, but felt it was rude, so he could only find topics to divert his attention.

He thought for a while, then asked Shen Guiwan, "Can you cook?"

"Yes." Shen Guiwan said, a strange expression suddenly appeared on his face.

Du Zhinian was about to ask what's wrong, when he saw Shen Guiwan suddenly turned his head to the side, lying on the back of the chair and sneezed again.

He looked at Shen Guiwan's trembling back, was silent for a few seconds, and unplugged the hot pot.

After dinner, Shen Guiwan helped Du Zhinian clean up the dining table and was about to leave.

He promised Du Zhinian to have dinner with him, but he only stayed for an extra hour.

Du Zhinian watched Shen Guiwan leave for the second time, and suddenly realized that the roles between himself and Shen Guiwan seemed to be reversed.

Every time Shen Guiwan came, he would go straight to the point, and would show a confused and out-of-control look in Du Zhinian's arms, but after waking up, he would not be gentle with Du Zhinian or say any flattering words, and would put on his clothes and leave in a hurry. Going there is like taking time out of your busy schedule to sleep with your lover.

It's obviously the passive side, but Shen Guiwan looks more like the scum who pulled up his trousers and left after sleeping late.

Du Zhinian thought so, and told Shen Guiwan casually: "You leave every time you finish, as if I was the one who was slept."

Shen Guiwan was silent for a moment, rarely showing a confused expression.

He hesitated and asked, "Isn't the relationship between us just about going to bed?"

Du Zhinian didn't enjoy his dinner to the fullest, so after hearing Shen Guiwan's words, he laughed outright, "Shen Guiwan, do you have some misunderstandings about the way your lover gets along?"

Shen Guiwan raised his head and looked at him blankly.

Du Zhinian met Shen Guiwan's eyes, looked at his red nose, and let out a long sigh.

"A lover can do more than that." Du Zhinian said, "But you seem to be inconvenient recently, and I will teach you how to get along with lovers in the future."

He raised his hand and gently scratched the tip of Shen Guiwan's nose.

Shen Guiwan took a step back calmly, "Okay."

Du Zhinian didn't give Shen Guiwan a chance to flinch, leaned closer to his ear, and asked in a low voice: "Where do you live? Do you want me to see you?"

Warm breath fell on his ears, Shen Guiwan shuddered, and hid a little to the side, "No need."

Du Zhinian frowned, and asked again: "Is it nearby?"

He thought that Shen Guiwan lived very close, he didn't need to drive, he could walk back.

But Shen Guiwan pursed his lips, and it took a long time before he uttered: "It's far away."

The two stalemate at the door for a few minutes, and finally Shen Guiwan took a step back.

He touched the doorknob and said to Du Zhinian without looking back, "I'm leaving."

However, before Shen Guiwan could open the door, Du Zhinian pressed his hand from behind.

"and many more."

Shen Guiwan was burned by the temperature of Du Zhinian's palm, and when he regained consciousness, Du Zhinian's figure had disappeared at the corner of the corridor.

He stood by the door, staring at the doorknob without blinking, and soon there were footsteps behind him.

Du Zhinian walked towards Shen Guiwan, and stopped very close behind him, and then a warm coat fell on Shen Guiwan's shoulders.

"It's cold at night, put it on before you go."

Shen Guiwan touched the coat draped over his shoulders, and turned to look at the man behind him.

Du Zhinian held a scarf in his hand, "Take this too, I don't want to make you sick every time the appointment is over."

He was half a head taller than Shen Guiwan, and the coat that originally only reached his knees was worn on Shen Guiwan's body, directly covering his calves.

The cashmere coat was very warm, Shen Guiwan rolled up his sleeves, wrapped the scarf around his neck, and mumbled: "Thank you."

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