A Legacy Inherited by the Licking Dogs

It was not until nine o'clock when Lin Yue'an said goodbye to the team. After the festival and the season, the athletes would not indulge in eating and drinking—at least not in front of colleagues and managers, so they broke up early and parted ways.Lin Yu'an was wandering aimlessly in the street, the cold wind blowing around the short stubble on the back of his neck, he belatedly realized that winter was coming.

Now his daily exercise volume is not as good as usual, but the training memory of decades is hard to change, so he has always maintained the habit of running in the morning or at night.Some time ago, he hurriedly went back and forth between the kitchen and Wen Yizhou's house every day, but today he has some free time in his hands, and he doesn't know how to spend it.

He wandered around with his mind empty for a while, and when he came back to his senses, he found that he had turned to Wen Yizhou downstairs.

Lin Yu'an stood in front of the apartment building with his hands in his pockets, looked up at his neck for a while, counted the floors from top to bottom, and then from bottom to top, stared at the dark windows for a while, and finally moved forward opened the pace.

After the elevator door opened, Lin Yu'an found the untouched takeaway on the doorknob.He sighed, knocked on the door twice, and then took the key to open the door.

As always, only one floor lamp was on in the living room, but this time the person on the sofa turned his head, his eyebrows slightly raised, showing a look of surprise.Lin Yue'an was stunned for a moment before he realized: Although he didn't reply, he has read my message.

Lin Yu'an shook the takeaway bag in his hand, and Wen Yizhou gave a barely audible "tsk", but it was quite clear in the silence.This apartment was too big for two people to live in before, after all, it was rented so that He Qian and Wen Yizhou had independent work spaces.Now there is only one person left, it can be said that it is empty and deserted, it seems that those objects left by He Qian are gradually losing their vitality and become only dust floating on the surface.

Lin Yu'an glanced at Wen Yizhou's studio, the door hadn't been opened for a long time.

He took the cold takeaway out of the packaging bag - the vegetables were basically a waste, and the others might be reheated.The microwave oven was buzzing with warm light, and he casually glanced at the photo wall. In his memory, the highlight moment of Wen Yizhou's immersion in music was intertwined with Sun Yanqi's words a few hours ago.Smart, focused, and radiant, all the indifference and alienation on the outside have been washed away, and it is difficult for all those who are unhappy because of his awkward personality to continue to hate him on stage.

Lin Yu'an pretended to be unintentional and started talking: "By the way, have you... Have you been in contact with other people, such as former colleagues?"

He thought about it, but couldn't think of a suitable way to cut in, so he simply asked directly: "Your band and work, what do you plan to do next?"

As expected, the other person in the room was silent.

"I happened to meet Sun Yanqi today. It was a coincidence that he was in the restaurant. He even asked me about you." Lin Yue'an poured the soup into a bowl, "The last time you wrote the ending song of the TV series, It happened to be on the air recently, what is it called..."

"Why did he ask you?" Wen Yizhou suddenly interrupted him.

"Ah, there's no reason, it's just a coincidence." Lin Yue'an suddenly stopped.He realized the meaning of the other party's words - why did he ask "you", such an irrelevant person, about me.

How cruel... this knowledge.

Suddenly, Lin Yu'an felt tired from deep inside.In the past seven years, that unspeakable and hopeless secret love has never tired him, and in the past few months, he has not tired him from being so humble that it is no different from a hot face and a cold ass, but this simple sentence It was easy to ask questions.

He lowered his shoulders and said in a low voice, "It's nothing, let's eat first."

"I don't want to eat." Wen Yizhou said coldly.

"Don't be like this, it's okay if I don't ask, I still have to eat." He took a deep breath and raised his head again, showing the same smile as before, with slightly drooping eyebrows, looking easy to bully look.

"Why are you so annoying?" Wen Yizhou was inexplicably a little annoyed, "Lorry, you're so talkative, can't you stop bothering me for a day?"

Lin Yue'an supported the dining table with both hands, and said in a good temper: "I said, after you wait, if you can take care of yourself for a month, eat well, and work normally..."

"All right, all right, stop talking." Wen Yizhou interrupted him roughly, walked to the dining table, and dragged the stool with an unpleasant sound.

Seeing him sitting down and picking up his chopsticks, Lin Yue'an stopped talking.He folded his arms in front of his chest, leaned against the bar and looked at the photo wall, wandering in the sky: He Qian asked him to "take good care" of Wen Yizhou, is he taking good care of him like this?

Can barely let him eat one or two meals a day, but neither go out nor talk to people, let alone work and career, is this really taken care of?

In other words, he secretly enjoys this kind of time, after all, he has never had the opportunity to monopolize Wen Yizhou.

Although this is fundamentally self-deception, just being in the same space, or a moment he stole by begging for nothing, it does not mean that the relationship between the two has undergone any changes that are different from the casual acquaintance.

"It's over, let's go."

"Ah?" Lin Yue'an came back to his senses, "Ah, I didn't eat much at all."

"Huh—?" Wen Yizhou's impatient eyes were already filled with murderous intent.

Lin Yue'an's back was hairy, but he still said bravely, "At least have some more soup."

Wen Yizhou stood by the table, half of his body turned sideways, assuming a gesture of refusal whether he wanted to leave or not.

Lin Yue'an was suddenly blessed, and felt that he seemed to have grasped a way to deal with him invisibly: "Just drink the soup, and I promise not to say anything else."

Wen Yizhou stared at the soup on the table, as if it was some kind of difficult subject, or a witch's apple, after struggling for a long time, he finally finished the bowl and took two mouthfuls of boredom.

Lin Yue'an glanced at the bottom of the bowl, hesitated to say, "There are ribs and kelp."

Wen Yizhou finally couldn't hold it anymore: "Fuck you!"

Lin Yue'an blinked and looked back at him innocently.

Wen Yizhou couldn't hold him back, so he had to sit down and eat pork ribs again.

Sure enough, this person is actually quite soft-hearted. If he doesn't push too hard all at once, but makes small requests little by little, the other party will often give in step by step without noticing.

"What are you laughing at?" Wen Yizhou asked suddenly.

Lin Yue'an hurriedly managed his expressions, and blurted out: "It's nothing!"

"I, ask, you, laugh, what?" Wen Yizhou paused word by word.

Lin Yue'an realized that the other party might be really angry, his eyes rolled wildly, and he had an idea: "I thought that brother Qian once wanted to stew pork ribs, but he threw a whole corn without cutting it at all. He probably didn't After thinking about it, I pressed the corn and pressed it hard a few times, but the corn was completely stuck in the pot, so I laughed."

While speaking, he secretly observed the other party's expression to see if Wen Yizhou believed it.

As a result, after a moment of silence, the other party asked in a muffled voice, "And then."

"Ah?" Lin Yu'an was stunned for a moment before he realized, "Oh, then he had to throw the ribs around the corn and cook it like that. I strongly objected at the time, but Brother Qian said it's okay, it's okay, just add more water. Okay. After the corn was stewed soft, it did shrink a little bit, and he took two chopsticks for a long time before taking it out."

Although Wen Yizhou didn't speak or show any expression, Lin Yue'an subtly felt that he seemed to be in a better mood.

"That should be high school. I remember correctly that he was in his third year of high school. It happened to be a very cold day. He probably wanted to celebrate some festival. Although it was Friday, the third year of high school still had classes the next day. Some students were in Renting a house off-campus, a group of people don’t know where the idea came from and decided to go to his house to cook for themselves, but almost none of us will.” He laughed, “Even whether the dumplings should be boiled or cold is temporary Baidu .”

"The standard of that meal was not very good, but the sense of accomplishment was far greater than the food itself, and we all had a good time eating it. Brother Qian was still selling that corn everywhere, but no one was willing to support his work. He In the end, I was so angry that I ate it all."

It's not an illusion, Wen Yizhou's expression softened after a long time.

Lin Yue'an turned his mind around, and picked up some other trifles about He Qian that day - logically, if he usually talked so much, he should have been scolded, but Wen Yizhou listened very carefully.

It was just a casual dinner, no matter how detailed it was, everything related to it was quickly finished, and the room fell into silence again.Lin Yue'an slowly cleaned up the table, washed the dishes and put them upside down to dry, then checked the fresh vegetables, eggs and milk in the refrigerator, and was bending over to collect the garbage bags, when he suddenly heard Wen Yizhou muttering to himself lightly: " I didn't know that before."

He bent over and looked back, Wen Yizhou said again: "I've never heard of it before, and this kind of thing happened."

For anyone else, "this kind of thing" is nothing to worry about, it is irrelevant, and it is too redundant to be included in the eight o'clock slot of [-] episodes.But for Wen Yizhou, it is rare for him to be able to grasp a precious memory of his lost lover's past.

When Lin Yue'an left this time, Wen Yizhou didn't shut himself in the door early as usual, and still stayed in the living room.

As Lin Yu'an closed the door and left, he saw the back of him sitting alone at the dining table, disappearing into the lights of the corridor.