A Legacy Inherited by the Licking Dogs

Lin Yue'an took out the key left by He Qian and opened the door. The curtains in the house were still closed, only the floor lamp by the dining table was dimly lit, and the food on the table remained untouched.He sighed, closed the lid, put it back in the takeaway bag, took out the thermos bucket, and said, "I'm free today, so I made you something to eat. Don't you like seafood porridge? Eat some while it's hot." .”

Wen Yizhou, who was curled up on the sofa with his back facing him, didn't react at all, as if after He Qian died, his time also froze.Lin Yuean said again: "Yizhou, you have to eat something, are you going to starve yourself to death?"

Lin Yue'an quietly looked at the video on his back, walked to the sofa, and the tall figure enveloped Wen Yizhou's slender shoulders and arms, hesitated for a while, but still boldly stretched out his hand and patted him gently: "Yizhou? "

Wen Yizhou moved his shoulders, frowning under the shadow of his hair, looking very impatient.Lin Yue'an withdrew his hand and squeezed the edge of his trousers, with the usual tone: "You're awake, I thought you were asleep."

He was the only voice in the room from beginning to end.

Almost two weeks had passed since He Qian's funeral, and almost every day after that, Lin Yue'an would come to Wen Yizhou's house to report, seemingly conscientiously fulfilling the promise of "care".At first, he thought that things would be more troublesome, for example, Wen Yizhou would strongly resist his inexplicable hospitality, but in fact, let alone rejection, the other party didn't even have the interest and strength to talk to him.

So a few days passed, and the silence that made his scalp tingle with embarrassment at the beginning gradually got used to it. Wen Yizhou didn't speak, and he kept talking, anyway, the other party wouldn't interrupt him, completely He is just air.Lin Yue'an laughed at himself, feeling that he seemed to be interested in self-torture, and kept saying, "The season for eating crabs is here. Today, when I go to the market, all the people are buying crabs."

"There was a crab that was so fierce that it tried desperately to pinch my finger, but it has now turned into delicious food."

"The porridge is very fresh. I couldn't help myself to taste some before I packed it for you. Oh, of course, I use another pair of bowls and chopsticks."

"You are so annoying." Another slightly hoarse voice sounded.

"Huh?" Lin Yu'an stopped in surprise.

He judged carefully again, and realized that those three light words really came from Wen Yizhou's mouth - this was the first sentence that the other party said to him these days.

Lin Yue'an was ecstatic: "I won't bother you if you eat something."

Wen Yizhou turned half of his face from the sofa: "I ate, can you never bother me?"

Lin Yue'an thought for a moment, then shook his head seriously: "No."

Wen Yizhou snorted coldly, and turned his face away again.

"But if you can eat well every day for a month, I will never bother you." Lin Yue'an said.

As soon as he said that, he regretted it, but Wen Yizhou had fallen into silence again.Lin Yue'an babbled a few more words, but this time he didn't respond. He had no choice but to walk around the room, looking around blankly like a dog that had lost its tail.

He has been to this apartment many times before, mostly as guests, three or more friends get together to eat, drink, play board games, and he even slept on the sofa twice because he was too drunk.

Although He Qian is no longer there, there are traces left by him everywhere in the house. After all, most of the things in the house, big and small, were added by him.In addition, his coat is hanging on the porch, his laptop is on the coffee table, his handwritten notes are pasted on the refrigerator, and a lot of photos are nailed to the cork board—probably he and Wen Yi The photos of Zhou and Zhou traveling alone are mixed with some group photos of people having dinner and games, and a few solo photos of Wen Yizhou's performance.Wen Yizhou never took the initiative to do these things, and the only things he marked in this house were the musical instruments in his studio—in the past, he would avoid this room for regular weekly cleaning, and Wen Yizhou would clean it up himself Tidy and maintain his precious instruments.After He Qian left, Wen Yizhou didn't want to see anyone at all, so the housekeeper dismissed him, and now even the musical instrument case was covered with a thin layer of dust, which was unimaginable before.

Lin Yu'an saw that the shoulders of the black coat hanging on the porch were also dusty, and couldn't help but reached out to take it off and patted it, but suddenly there was a voice from behind: "Don't move."

Lin Yue'an turned around in surprise, and found that Wen Yizhou had sat up straight and looked at him at some point.

"Don't touch his things." Wen Yizhou repeated word for word.

Lin Yue'an blinked, and it took him a while to react: "Ah."

Wen Yizhou clenched his fists, shrugged his shoulders, and said in a hysterical tone, "I told you not to touch his things!"

Lin Yue'an was startled, Wen Yizhou had already jumped off the sofa, probably staggered a step due to lack of oxygen or numbness in his legs, but he still hurried over the coffee table and dining table to rush to him, and threw the coat in his hand away. Take it away.

Lin Yu'an stared wide-eyed, lowered his eyebrows as if he had done something wrong, and apologized softly: "I'm sorry..."

The two were in a stalemate for a moment, but Wen Yizhou didn't know where to put the coat better, so he could only hold it tightly in his arms, feeling his chest heaving and falling emotionally.Lin Yue'an was very embarrassed, and gave a dry laugh: "I remember this coat, brother Qian bought it temporarily when he was camping that time."

Hearing this name, Wen Yizhou's complexion became even worse, he pursed his lips tightly, his brows knit together.

"I didn't expect the temperature to drop suddenly that day. It was terribly cold in the mountains. Fortunately, I bought a coat when passing by the store. But I remember that we drove for an hour, but we only had a meal at the foot of the mountain, and then we left in despair. .”

It happened in the early autumn of last year. Seven or eight friends, including Lin Yu'an, drove two cars and purchased a lot of camping equipment in advance with ambition and pride, including expensive tents and sleeping bags, and a lot of things that were difficult to store. camping lights and cooking utensils.After planning several times, I couldn’t save enough people. I finally found a weekend to start, but I just drove to the suburbs and was forced to retreat by the cold wave.Probably at the suggestion of the girlfriends and best friends of friends in the same business, a group of people finally found a large bathhouse with quite luxurious facilities, and spent the night playing scripts while bathing.

Wen Yizhou's tensed shoulders stretched unconsciously, and he was also caught in the memories of that time.

"I still remember that Brother Qian was very fond of vegetarian fried bean sprouts. He forced me to make them every time. He even picked the days when I came to see you to play, and bought bean sprouts in advance to ambush me. Before that departure, he also secretly brought Bean sprouts and pots, you want me to fry them while camping." Lin Yue'an showed a silly smile: "It's so strange, it's just bean sprouts fried by Lao Ganma, it's not a rare dish at all, but He always said that he couldn't restore that taste."

Lin Yue'an observed the other party's expression, and pretended to say unintentionally, "I brought it today too, fried bean sprouts."

Jianwen Yizhou's eyes fell on the thermos on the table, and he asked tentatively: "Shall I open it for you to take a look? It should be delicious, although... maybe it's been in the thermos for a long time, so it's not so crispy."

Wen Yizhou listened expressionlessly, unable to tell what he was thinking.But after a while, his shoulders shook slightly, and before Lin Yu'an could step forward to support him, he stabilized his figure again, went to the dining table, pulled out the stool and sat down, folding his coat on his lap.

Lin Yu'an hurriedly followed and took out the compartments in the insulation box one by one, his fingers trembling slightly with nervousness.It was as if the other party was the judge of some kind of food competition, and his own future rested on this meal of food, and he didn't notice that the other party was also staring at his every movement during the period.

He took a pair of bowls and chopsticks from the kitchen and put them in front of him. Wen Yizhou frowned, took a breath, and sighed slowly—every movement of his seemed to be slowed down by 10 times, and he was thinner. Slowly pinching the chopsticks with his fingers, he picked up a few sporadic bean sprouts.

Lin Yue'an's thoughts became charming again inappropriately - Wen Yizhou's hands are beautiful, they are the hands of a musician at first glance, slender and fair, each finger is well-proportioned and strong, and there is a layer of calluses on the fingertips.I used to always keep my nails neatly trimmed, but now they are a little longer, and they are a bit coquettish and coquettish.He played all instruments very well, and once on stage, his concentration was radiant, which was very different from his usual detachment.Lin Yu'an felt that every time Wen Yizhou stood under the spotlight and called a curtain call, he looked like a young prince accepting everyone's praise and tribute.Holding the violin, he seemed to embrace the talent he was most proud of, full of childish arrogance.

Very cute.

He likes to watch Wen Yizhou's performance very, very much, not only because the liveliness and contrast of his stage charm are fascinating, but also because it is a rare opportunity for him to watch Wen Yizhou so unscrupulously that it is almost greedy.

Lin Yue'an's heart started pounding again, watching those few bean sprouts wobbled to Wen Yizhou's bloodless lips.The lips slowly opened and touched again: "Don't stare at me."

"Oh... oh good." Lin Yu'an looked away in embarrassment.

There was a slight sound of chewing, and Lin Yue'an immediately broke his promise and turned his gaze over again—and finally ate it. Although he couldn't tell whether he thought it was delicious or not, he still had to eat it.

The author says:

What bad thoughts can a puppy have?