A Legacy Inherited by the Licking Dogs

Lin Yu'an rode his bicycle through the city center, passing Christmas sales promotions, couples' dinner posters and star lights all over the street, and carrying a bag of fresh groceries abruptly—a sports road bike has no front and back. Baskets, heads of green onions and radishes stuck out of his backpack.A dazzling array of Christmas markets were set up at the entrance of the department store. In front of the big Christmas tree stood a few girls taking pictures, holding some gift wrapping bags in their hands. Lin Yue'an took advantage of the traffic lights to stop and look at it for a while—gifts, No matter what it is, Wen Yizhou won't accept it.

He still knocked on the door twice first, waited for a while, and then opened the door with the key.Put the new week's vegetables and eggs in the refrigerator, wash your hands and put on an apron, take out the meat that has been processed to semi-finished products before thawing, and then stew with rice.

It is really inconvenient to bring home cooked dishes in winter, especially one time Wen Yizhou muttered "it smells like a thermos bucket". Although he didn't know what kind of smell it was, Lin Yue'an immediately Instead, they captured the position here and filled Wen Yizhou's kitchen to the brim.

He was busy in the kitchen, and the washed fruits were placed in glass bowls and placed on the dining table.Wen Yizhou seemed to finally realize that someone was coming home, he slowly put down his legs and stood up, walked to the kitchen door and leaned against the wall.

Seen from behind, the standard-sized kitchen counter seemed a little short for Lin Yu'an's height, and he had to bow up while chopping vegetables, looking a little aggrieved.The little bear apron that came with the purchase in the supermarket before is even more stretched to stick on him, and there is only a slight surplus at the thin belt at the waist.Seeing that Lin Yu'an took off his coat and there was only a long-sleeved singlet underneath, Wen Yizhou couldn't help asking curiously, "Isn't it cold?"

"Well?!"

Lin Yue'an turned his head abruptly, "I'm flattered that you took the initiative to talk to me" was written all over his face.He smirked: "Huh? Hehe, my body temperature has always been high, and the heating at home has been turned so high."

He deliberately omitted the three words "your home" into "home" and was secretly happy.

Seeing the other party's overly bright smile, Wen Yizhou looked away uncomfortably, said "Don't look around while chopping vegetables" and went back to the table to sit down.He stepped on the edge of the stool with his legs curled up, propped his chin, and looked empty.Lin Yue'an looked at it and thought it was a little funny-it seemed that although the cat that had been raised for a while was still unwilling to get close to people, it would still unconsciously wander in front of the rice bowl when it was time to serve meals.

He seemed to be in a good mood today. Lin Yue'an slowed down the speed of cooking, and chatted casually: "By the way, do you remember Zhang Mingyuan? I just met him in the supermarket, and he said that he is going to get married soon."

Zhang Mingyuan was the vice chairman of the student union in the university at that time - He Qian was the chairman, and he didn't have much contact with Wen Yizhou, and the last time we met was a long time ago.

"Marriage... ah." Wen Yizhou repeated without feeling anything.

"Well, I still remember that when he graduated, he was having a broken relationship because his girlfriend at that time was going back to his hometown. It felt like he was dragging Brother Qian to drink and cry yesterday. Today, he suddenly heard the news of his marriage, and I felt a little surprised , The bride is a girl I didn't know at all before, it seems that I met on a blind date." Lin Yue'an said.

Compared with the initial anger and subsequent depression, Wen Yizhou is now in a daze for most of the day, and at most he only becomes interested when Lin Yue'an talks about He Qian's little-known past events. After all, Lin Yue'an was earlier than him. I have known He Qian for two years.But the age is long, and the material is always limited, and he is almost on the verge of fabrication.

Obviously, Wen Yizhou was not interested in Zhang Mingyuan's affairs, so this topic fell lightly to the ground.Lin Yue'an was cooking absent-mindedly—through the kitchen door, he could just see Wen Yizhou at the dining table. He rested his chin on his knees and squeezed out a little cheek flesh, but his eyes were indifferent, his expression was dull, and he looked like he was not awake. look.

So cute, his heart skipped a beat.

He suddenly thought that the moment when he realized that he liked Wen Yizhou was also such an ordinary moment.

"It's almost Christmas again, time flies so fast. I see that everything in the street has been decorated, how about it, do you want to decorate your home too?"

"No."

"Hahaha, yes." Lin Yu'an laughed: "Didn't you like to drink mulled wine before? You can do that. I remember using cinnamon, sugar, and lemons and oranges? If you see some of them tomorrow Let me try some cheap red wine."

Wen Yizhou paused, and said, "3 bottles can't exceed 100 yuan."

"Hahahaha yes, you still remember. Brother Qian found out that there was not enough red wine when he was cooking mulled wine at home, so he set a purchase budget for us." Lin Yuean laughed, "Tell me what to use good wine to bring Boiling would be a waste, what, no matter how you drink it, you still drink it in your stomach."

"Humph."

There was a soft sound behind him, so soft that it almost melted into the rice-scented water vapor above the rice cooker, but Lin Yu'an still heard it.He turned his head in shock, but the other party didn't seem to realize it, there was still a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, the warm light of the floor lamp framed him in a furry phantom, and the water drops on the outer wall of the fruit plate on the table " "Click" and fell down with a crisp sound.

But the moment he looked up and saw his ghost-like expression, Wen Yizhou opened his eyes wide, and his face instantly tensed up, and the two of them stared wide-eyed.

"Ah..." Lin Yue'an was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

"Blurred."

"Ah...ah?" He was still in a daze, Wen Yizhou showed a somewhat unbearable expression, and pointed his nose: "The pot is going to burn, I can smell it."

"Ahhh!!!" Lin Yu'an screamed.

but……

Are you laughing?Wen Yizhou must have laughed just now!

His mind seemed to run over a team of dragon and lion dancers, full of the noise of beating gongs and drums——for a long time, I haven't seen him smile for a long time.

Usually he always has a straight face and no expression, but once he smiles, it is very different, it seems that the air around him becomes softer, full of the illusion of a sweet child.Lin Yue'an doesn't think that only he who wears the filter thinks so, other people who have seen Wen Yizhou's smile must also think so, but "others" rarely have the opportunity to see Wen Yizhou's smile .

But he is different, Lin Yue'an thought bitterly, because of his strange and embarrassing identity, when Wen Yizhou smiled at He Qian, he could always take a share shamelessly.

Ah... It's over, it's just such a moment, Lin Yu'an gripped the spatula tightly.

Once he starts to care about someone because of a completely random opportunity, he will inevitably get deeper and deeper, he can't do the thing of stealing someone's love, and he can't hold back the idea of ​​wanting someone to break up.How many years can ordinary people last in an average relationship?Right, let alone the same sex.

It's a pity that the relationship between Wen Yizhou and He Qian has always been very good - He Qian's personality is easy-going and tolerant, and he takes care of Wen Yizhou to death.

When he was a student, he always appeared as the strange third person in the scenes where the two got along, which was undoubtedly not a sweet pain for him.Over time, he has actually been able to get used to living peacefully with such struggles. If Wen Yizhou hadn't stimulated him from time to time, he would have been a little uncomfortable on the contrary.

Lin Yue'an originally thought that was it.

He is so good at covering up that in the long run, he himself has to believe that he sincerely hopes that the two of them will last forever.Those unrealistic and greedy fantasies in the past, such as thinking that Wen Yizhou could change his mind and fall in love with him, were lost in the past few years.

So for many years, he has always kept silent about his personal relationship, and it can be said that he continued to stay by the two of them deliberately, playing the role of a friend.But it is obvious that his wish is not pure, and it implies countless dark thoughts that maybe even the person involved has not penetrated.So one day, those vicious metaphors finally turned into reality——He Qian got terminally ill——he didn't wait for the day when life and separation separated the two, but he saw death and separation first.

Why are you thinking about this now, Lin Yue'an shook his head angrily.

Wen Yizhou looked thoughtfully at his red ears and his figure in a hurry.

One meat, one vegetable and one soup were ready soon, and Lin Yue'an's face temperature finally returned to normal. Wen Yizhou took the initiative to take the bowls and chopsticks and put them on the table. The two sat opposite each other and started eating without saying a word. .

Wen Yizhou picked up a piece of cabbage with his chopsticks and put it down again, and picked another piece to open, Lin Yue'an couldn't help but said, "What are you looking for?"

"Looking for the confused ones."

"I've thrown it away!"

"Oh." Wen Yizhou picked up a large chopstick and put the cabbage into his bowl, "Why are you so loud?"

Lin Yue'an felt that his blood pressure was about to rise again.

Normally, Lin Yue'an would talk non-stop, but today his mind was obviously not here. The two of them always ate in too much silence, and there was only the sound of chewing in the air for a while.He pressed the remote control casually, trying to cover up his embarrassment with excitement.

There was a variety show on TV, which happened to be related to food and cooking. Lin Yue'an absently watched these stars' serious but unfamiliar operations, and suddenly felt that one of them looked familiar.

"It's him, it's him!"

"Don't point your chopsticks at me." Wen Yizhou said displeased.

"It's not about you, that star, he's the one who acted in that TV series!"

A series of "that" made Wen Yizhou show a helpless expression: "I don't understand at all."

"I told you last time, it's a TV series called Bingfeng Youth," Lin Yue'an said, "Didn't you write the ending song?"

Wen Yizhou didn't show any expression of excitement or joy, he paused, with a wooden face: "That one."

"Yes, Asimplelovesong." Lin Yu'an said, "It seems that there was a concert before, and I hope you will play it when there is an audience encore, but you hardly perform this song live?"

"That song," Wen Yizhou put down his chopsticks, "I won't play it again."

It was a rare complete sentence, but the atmosphere suddenly dropped to freezing point.

Lin Yue'an looked at him, and suddenly said, "There will be new songs."

Wen Yizhou frowned and narrowed his eyes unhappily.Lin Yue'an wanted to bite off his tongue—he realized belatedly, "Asimplelovesong", isn't it self-evident that the object of writing was self-evident?And his own words are not the same as saying: Forget about He Qian, will there be others in the future?

"No, I mean..." Lin Yu'an stammered, "I didn't mean that, I meant..."

Wen Yizhou had a complicated expression, but he didn't interrupt, as if he wanted to see what he could say.

Many words swirled around Lin Yu'an's mouth, and then swallowed them in a daze.In the end, he nodded as if affirming himself: "Well, I will write more and better new songs, as long as I keep writing."

Wen Yizhou snorted lightly, with a flat expression, a little mocking, and maybe a little relieved.

"What's wrong?" Lin Yu'an asked cautiously.

Wen Yizhou stared at him for a long time, finally lowered his eyes lightly, and picked up the bowl again.

"You're such a freak," he said.