I have nothing to do

62.

"It doesn't matter if you don't say anything." Weng Chi reached out and touched the pocket of his coat, and he took out a small box from the pocket. He said that he would let Yan Yu eat some sweets, and he would feel better after eating sweets.

"This time it's real chocolate." Weng Chi handed the small iron box to Yan Yu's hand, "I checked it carefully."

Yan Yu couldn't help laughing, although he wasn't happy, but he did relax a bit, what he poured out from the box was a chocolate bean, Yan Yu put it in his mouth and held it with his tongue.

The chocolate is 85% dark chocolate, it doesn't taste sweet, but a bit bitter.

Yan Yu's tongue kept rolling and licking, and the bitter taste of chocolate spread in his mouth. He put his hands in his pockets and ate while walking.

Weng Chi followed him all the way, Yan Yu didn't say where he was going, he didn't ask, just walked side by side with Yan Yu.

After Yan Yu finished eating, he poured out another one and put it in his mouth, and continued to eat and walk.

They walked through two crossroads and crossed another street. Weng Chi watched Yan Yu eating chocolates one by one, he was a little worried and scared.

"Yan Yu..." Weng Chi called him softly.

"Huh?" Yan Yu turned his head to look at Weng Chi, who was still chewing chocolate.

"Well... Eating too much chocolate will cause tooth decay." Weng Chi said cautiously, "You have eaten a lot."

"Really?" Yan Yu took out the box, shook it, there was only one in it, and it would rattle in the tin box when shaken.

"I didn't pay attention." Yan Yu poured out the last one, and then put it in his mouth.

He chewed and chewed and suddenly coughed.

Yan Yu kept coughing, coughing badly, he covered his mouth, bent down, his shoulders trembled from the cough, and his ears and neck turned red.

Weng Chi hurriedly patted Yan Yu on the back, giving him some relief. He saw a convenience store not far away. He hesitated for a while and didn't want to leave Yan Yu here alone, but Yan Yu coughed really badly. Weng Chi Chi still ran to the convenience store to buy a bottle of water.

When he ran back, the scarf was all loose, but Weng Chi couldn't take care of it anymore. He unscrewed the bottle cap and stuffed the water into Yan Yu's hand. He said drink some water, it would make him feel better.

The street lights on this road were not bright, and under the dim light, Yan Yu's face was dim in the winter night.

But Weng Chi saw it clearly, and saw tears falling one by one like beads.

"Is the cough too uncomfortable?" Weng Chi panicked, "Is it the chest pain from the cough?"

"Because this chocolate is not too sweet." Yan Yu said calmly while shedding tears, "Didn't you say that it would be better to eat something sweet, but this one is not too sweet. After eating a lot, it is not very sweet, so you have to eat it quickly. It will be a little sweet at the end, but it will be bitter at other times, so bitter, Weng Chi, it’s really bitter..."

"You...don't cry." Weng Chi frantically looked for paper. He found a pack of tissues in his jeans pocket, but it was already crumpled. He was afraid that it had been washed before. He wanted to open the package and take out one. , The sealed plastic paper can't be opened no matter what.

In desperation, Weng Chi stretched out his hand to wipe Yan Yu's tears, but when one was wiped off, another one would fall off. Weng Chi felt that Yan Yu's tears could not be wiped away.

One after another, his sleeves were wet, but Yan Yu was still crying, crying silently.

Weng Chi has also cried, although it is very rare, but he has also cried. When he cried, he could not help but howl. The king can also cry, and there are some people of all kinds. There will always be such a time for everyone.

But no one is like Yan Yu, who makes no sound when crying.

Just shed tears, one after another, Weng Chi wiped them with his hands, his sleeves, and his scarf.

People began to stop around them, not many, just the kind who stopped to take a look and then left. Occasionally, some of them would point and whisper, but Weng Chi never cared about these, he thought Yan Yu would also He didn't care about it, so he concentrated on wiping his tears, and softly persuaded him while wiping.

"Stop crying, okay? Is it sad or wronged?"

"You can tell me, can I keep it a secret for you?"

"I won't tell anyone, even Cheng Xinyuan."

"It's okay if you don't want to say it."

"Is it better to cry?"

"Then you cry, it will be fine after you cry, right?"

"Are you going to cry out loud?"

"I won't laugh at you."

"You can't make a sound..." Yan Yu suddenly said, he had been silent before, but now he opened his mouth to speak, and the choking sound was revealed, "It can't be done."

"Who said it can't be done?" Weng Chi took off his scarf, and when one end got wet, he wiped the other end.

"My mother..." Yan Yu started to sob and couldn't stop, his shoulders shrugged, and he also started to wipe his tears with the back of his hand.

"Boys can't cry." Yan Yu said, "Crying is the most useless thing."

"Then why are you crying now?"

"Because..." Yan Yu suddenly lowered his head and cried even harder, "I can't help it... I can't help it, I'm sorry, I didn't hold back."

Weng Chi couldn't take it anymore, he felt that his tense nerves were broken the moment Yan Yu bowed his head, he hugged Yan Yu in his arms and pressed his head to his chest.

The temperature in his arms was hot, his body was shaking in his hands, and the whimpering sound could not be stopped.

"It's okay, Xiao Yanyu, it's okay, it's okay..."

"It's okay to cry..."

"It's useless..." Yan Yu choked and said, "I'm sorry, I'm useless..."

"You are very useful, really useful."

Yan Yu's head was buried on Weng Chi's chest, and Weng Chi lowered his head, only Yan Yu's hair could be seen.

Even the strands of his hair were shaking, Weng Chi hugged Yan Yu who was emotionally broken and began to feel uncomfortable, his heart was sore, although he didn't know what happened to Yan Yu, but he thought Yan Yu must be extremely wronged.

Very wronged, very wronged, just like myself at that time, helpless, helpless, nowhere to vent, no one to tell.

"You can cry, Xiao Yanyu, boys can cry, and I can cry too, so it's not something you can't do, and it's not your fault."

Weng Chi didn't know what time it was, but it must be very late, because there were no pedestrians who stopped to look at them on this road, and occasionally a car passed by in a flash.

The person in the embrace gradually calmed down, and Weng Chi stroked Yan Yu's hair with his palm.

The scarf has long been neglected, it fell on the bottom of his feet, and his chest was wet, Weng Chi could feel a slight coolness, Weng Chi lowered his head slightly, he closed his eyes and kissed his hand on top of Yan Yu's head.

"It's okay, it's really okay, I'm here."

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85% Heiqiao is really bitter...