withered lover

Du Zhinian's nonsense was particularly tormenting, and when Shen Guiwan woke up, his whole body was so sore that he couldn't exert any strength.

He woke up very early, the genius was dimly lit, white snowflakes were flying outside the window, and Du Zhinian's even breathing fell on his neck behind him.

Shen Guiwan lay down for a while, and felt uncomfortable in the flat lying position, so he got off the bed lightly, and climbed up the bay window of the bedroom.

He often reads on the bay window. Du Zhinian worried that he would be uncomfortable sitting, so he moved the beanbag sofa in the living room up.

The lazy sofa was adjusted to the most comfortable shape by Shen Guiwan, now leaning on it, the body is supported by the soft and loose sofa, and the sore waist is supported, finally it is not so uncomfortable.

He leaned on the lazy sofa and watched the scenery outside the window. The tail of his hair curled up in sleep was gently shaken by the warm air from the air conditioner. His legs were slightly bent, exposing his ankles hidden under his pajama pants.

Shen Guiwan's ankles are beautiful, with pale skin wrapped around well-shaped bones, with well-defined muscles and bones. Yesterday he was placed on Du Zhinian's shoulders, and today the protruding Achilles tendon has a fresh bite mark.

The bite mark is clear and painless, but the bite mark remains at that position. Even if you wear Martin boots, a small part will be accidentally exposed when you walk.

Du Zhinian felt that something was missing in his arms in the middle of his sleep, and he habitually touched his side, but the tentacles were cold, which made him jump up from the bed in fright.

He sat on the bed with his eyes wide open and was dazed for a while, then turned around and saw Shen Guiwan sitting on the bay window of the bedroom.

"Shen Guiwan, what are you doing?" Du Zhinian rubbed his head, his voice was still hoarse after waking up.

Shen Guiwan turned around in response, and said flatly, "It's nothing."

He leaned on the lazy sofa without moving, Du Zhinian yawned, and stretched out his hand lazily, "It's cold over there, come here quickly."

Shen Guiwan slowly climbed down from the bay window, slipped back into bed in an awkward posture, Du Zhinian took advantage of the situation and dragged him into his arms to hug him.

The air conditioner was turned on in the bedroom, and Shen Guiwan's body was warmed by the hot wind. Holding him in his arms was not as cold as when he suddenly stuck it in the middle of the night before, and it was so warm that Du Zhinian was reluctant to let go.

Du Zhinian buried his head in Shen Guiwan's neck, and said in a tone of shame, "Sleep with me for a while."

Only halfway through the last word, Du Zhinian's voice was swallowed by the slight sound of breathing.

He fell into a deep sleep. Shen Guiwan was uncomfortable, but he was hugged tightly, unable to break free from his embrace at all, so he could only adjust to a comfortable position and continue lying down.

After lying down for a while, Shen Guiwan finally got the blessing of belated sleepiness, leaning against Du Zhinian's chest and fell asleep again.

The morning of New Year's Eve was naturally wasted on the bed, and the two of them slept until noon before lingeringly getting out of bed.

Du Zhinian had lunch with Shen Guiwan, and began to pack the things he wanted to bring back.

Although he was going back to Du's house, the way he packed his things didn't look like he was going home, but more like he was going on a short trip.

Shen Guiwan sat on the bay window of the bedroom, watching Du Zhinian walking around the room with his things in his arms.

Du Zhinian has lived alone for many years, and he always has some special living habits that only people who live alone have. Like unpacking luggage, he will first dig out the things he wants, and after unpacking the luggage, he will clean up the messed up room.

He took two sets of clothes from the closet, threw them into the suitcase, then turned around and went to the study room. The door of the closet was just wide open, exposing Shen Guiwan's sight without any hindrance.

Shen Guiwan looked at the down jacket hanging in the closet, moved his hands on his legs, and lightly scratched his knees with his nails.

The USB flash drive Lu Yi gave was still in the pocket of the down jacket. He hadn't looked at it, and he didn't know what was in it.

In fact, there is no need to look at it, after all Lu Yi has already taken care of it for him, but Shen Guiwan still has a little desire to seize the initiative in his heart.

Du Zhinian was packing up his things in the study, Shen Guiwan walked to the door and gently knocked on the door frame.

"What's wrong?" Du Zhinian asked without raising his head.

"I think..." Shen Guiwan hesitated, "Use the computer."

"There is an unused notebook in the bottom drawer of the bookshelf on the left, take it yourself." Du Zhinian raised his head and raised his chin towards the corner.

Shen Guiwan looked for the location he said, and took out a white rectangular box from the drawer under the bookshelf.

He sat on the carpet and opened the box, and a silver-gray notebook lay quietly inside.

Du Zhinian watched Shen Guiwan take out that silver-gray notebook, and suddenly remembered why this computer was idle, and asked casually, "Can you use it?"

"Du Zhinian." Shen Guiwan raised his head, "I went to college."

Du Zhinian paused, and the car keys fell on the table with a "clack".

The astonished expression froze on his face, and it took him a while to recover, explaining dumbfoundedly: "That's not what I meant."

Originally, he was just worried that Shen Guiwan would not be used to the unfamiliar system, but who would have thought that Shen Guiwan would interpret it as such, and it was funny to say it.

But Shen Guiwan can bicker with himself now, so it should be fine.

After much deliberation, Du Zhinian finally took over the computer and helped Shen Guiwan switch the system to the commonly used mode in China, "I haven't used it much, there is nothing in it, you can play with it."

"En." Shen Guiwan put the notebook back, "Thank you."

Du Zhinian smiled indifferently, put the car keys in his pocket, walked to the bookshelf and knelt down on one knee.

He lowered his body and looked at Shen Guiwan who was sitting on the ground, smiled as usual and said: "I may stay for a day or two, you can eat well at home."

Shen Guiwan nodded softly, thought for a while and added: "Be careful on the road."

He sat under the air conditioner in the study, his face was flushed by the warm wind, and his pale lips finally turned red.

The window of the study room was slapped by the wind with snowflakes, Du Zhinian knelt on one knee on the ground, looking deeply at Shen Guiwan.

It wasn't until the sound of the wind stopped that he stretched out his hand to touch the back of Shen Guiwan's head, leaned forward and bit the soft lips, leaving a light tooth mark on it.

The imprint was still dark red when it was first left, and it slowly faded away not long after the lips parted.

"I can't spend New Year's Eve with you, at least take this." Du Zhinian took out a red envelope from his pocket and stuffed it into Shen Guiwan's hand.

"Although it's a bit early." He paused, "Happy New Year, Shen Guiwan."

Shen Guiwan sat by the bay window of the bedroom and looked at the fine snow falling outside the window, the snowflakes fell silently, covering the black fence in the park.

Du Zhinian left half an hour ago, but Shen Guiwan still held his red envelope in his hand.

It has been many years since Shen Guiwan celebrated the Spring Festival, and the lively scenes of his childhood have long since become distant and fuzzy memories, and the memories of New Year's Eve that remain today are all mixed with endless pain and loneliness.

He remembered that his mother's health was getting worse and worse in the third year of high school. Shen Lu disappeared for three months. Without that man, he spent the last Spring Festival with his mother, but he still left quietly in a depressing atmosphere.

He stayed in the capital when he was in college, and the calls to his mother were often unanswered, and the New Year greetings in the dialog box became ordinary messages.

On New Year's Eve, he worked in a 24-hour fast food restaurant. He guarded the large and bright storefront alone, staring at the empty seats. He occasionally ran into one or two customers, and he would get a few words of courtesy when he met and left. "Happy New Year".

Later, when his mother died, Shen Guiwan returned to the cold and closed room from the bright and free capital.

He became unable to remember the time and festivals, and could only judge the seasons from the changes in temperature. Even the arrival of the Spring Festival was told by the fireworks in the suburbs.

There were bursts of fireworks bursting outside the window. Shen Guiwan sat in front of the window and watched the scattered and splashed gorgeous flames disappear into the night sky, and survived one New Year's Eve after another in the cold.

No one gave him a red envelope, and no one said "Happy New Year" to him. He occasionally felt lonely when he was in school, but he gradually got used to it and didn't feel uncomfortable.

The only thing he felt sad was that he could no longer receive his mother's blessing.

But that was a regret that he could never make up for in his life.

Shen Guiwan lightly stroked the red envelope given by Du Zhinian, recalling the New Year's Eve he spent in middle school.

Mother took the change she saved on weekdays and exchanged it for the whole bill to give him a red envelope, and took him to watch the beautiful fireworks outside the house. That was the only night she could stay with herself at ease, because Shen Lu would never come back that day .

Shen Guiwan twitched her fingertips to recall the rough touch of the red envelope bag, her heart suddenly throbbed in pain.

He hasn't seen his mother for a long time, and it snowed on New Year's Eve this year, so it's time to wipe the snow off the tombstone for her.

Shen Guiwan went to the cemetery.

The streets on New Year's Eve were much quieter than on New Year's Day. He waited for a long time before he caught a taxi willing to take him to the cemetery.

With less than ten hours left before the Lunar New Year, the florist and candle shop in front of the cemetery were closed. Shen Guiwan walked along that street to the end, and luckily ran into a man who was about to close his shop and go home for the New Year. Florist.

Seeing that Shen Guiwan came to sweep the grave alone, the other party tied the remaining white chrysanthemums in the shop into a bouquet and bought them for him at a discounted price.

"It might snow heavily tonight, so go back early after sweeping the tomb." The florist handed the change and the bouquet to Shen Guiwan.

Shen Guiwan took the flowers and said stiffly, "Thank you."

Holding flowers, he walked into the cemetery on the creaking snow, and found his mother's tombstone with his incomplete memory.

The mother's tomb was covered with snow, and the thin snow covered the tombstone, covering its original color and the name on the tombstone.

Shen Guiwan's mother has never been able to live a comfortable and peaceful life since she got married. She lived amidst her husband's violence and suspicion, but after she died, she lay in an undisturbed cemetery.

Shen Lu never came to see her, and there were not many chances for Shen Guiwan to see her.

The Shen family's villa is too remote, and Shen Guiwan has to take the bus several times before the cemetery closes to see her. Sometimes money is so tight that he can't even afford a bouquet of flowers, so he can only come here empty-handed, and then rush to see her. The last bus back.

However, today Shen Guiwan didn't come empty-handed, and he didn't have to toss and turn on the shaking bus. The red envelope Du Zhinian gave him was so thick that Shen Guiwan could take a taxi between the cemetery and the apartment for a whole month. Go freely.

Shen Guiwan put the bouquet of white chrysanthemums in front of the tomb, stroked away the snow with his hands, and wiped the tombstone clean little by little, finally the mother's name engraved on the tombstone was completely displayed before his eyes.

He Muchen, this is the name of Shen Guiwan's mother. Shen Guiwan hasn't heard of her for a long time, and he hasn't come to visit her grave for a long time. He almost can't remember her name.

He stroked the sunken words on the tombstone, and silently recited his mother's name over and over again in his heart.

He was afraid that he would forget again, that he would not remember his mother's appearance and name. If he forgot again, no one would remember that his mother had been in this world.

Shen Guiwan squatted in front of his mother's tombstone, looking at the faded photo above.

There were fine snowflakes hanging on his hair and shoulders, his hands turned red from the cold while wiping the snow, and he looked embarrassed and pitiful.

"I came to see you, mother." Shen Guiwan looked at his mother in the photo and whispered, "Happy New Year's Eve."

He wiped the moisture from the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand, "I can visit you more often in the future."

Shen Guiwan stayed in the cemetery until evening, the sun was setting, the sky was gloomy, and the snow was falling more and more.

The cold spread upward from the soles of his feet, Shen Guiwan's legs were numb from the cold, he was unable to walk steadily when stepping on the snow, and almost fell several times.

But he was lucky, as soon as he walked out of the cemetery, he ran into a taxi driver who was about to go home for the New Year.

The master saw him standing alone at the gate of the cemetery against the falling snow and cold wind. He had already driven past the cemetery, but he turned around and called him back to get in the car.

"Where is the handsome guy going?" asked the enthusiastic master.

Shen Guiwan reported the address of the apartment in a low voice, and the master smiled, "It's just on the way, let's get in the car."

At this time, it is very difficult to run into a taxi again, Shen Guiwan did not refuse, carefully shook off the snow on his body, opened the door and sat in it.

After nightfall, the traffic on the street became less and less, the master drove the car very fast, and within half an hour, Shen Guiwan was delivered to the apartment downstairs.

Shen Guiwan thanked the master, and walked into the door of the apartment against the cold wind.

Before he left, he turned off the air conditioner in the apartment, but there was still residual heat in the room, and the room was much warmer than the outside, and he couldn't help shivering as soon as he stepped into the hallway.

Shen Guiwan stood at the door for a while before he got used to the huge temperature difference, brushed off the snow on his shoulders, and cooked a small bowl of noodles for himself.

He didn't give himself an extra meal on New Year's Eve, and went into the bedroom after eating hastily.

The notebook that Du Zhinian lent him was placed on the bay window of the bedroom, and Shen Guiwan sat in front of the fireplace with it in his arms, and inserted the USB drive into it.

An interface automatically popped up in the lower right corner of the screen, he clicked in and saw the information Lu Yi had compiled.

Lu Yi didn't find many things, and maybe the person who collected the information for her had erased the key content, but every document inside was enough for Shen Lu to go in and take off a layer of skin.

Shen Guiwan read carefully one by one, and when he finished reading all the documents and was about to turn off the computer, the sound of the door opening suddenly sounded outside the house.

He raised his head vigilantly and listened for a while, only to hear a familiar sigh.

Shen Guiwan stuffed the USB flash drive back into the pocket of the down jacket, walked out of the bedroom carefully, and saw Du Zhinian standing at the door who had said he would go out for a day or two.

Du Zhinian had a gloomy face, and there was low air pressure all over his body, as if he was angry.

Shen Guiwan stood by the bedroom door and didn't make a sound to disturb Du Zhinian, but Du Zhinian was keenly aware of his presence, and suddenly turned his head to look over.