kiss goodnight

No.1 People's Hospital, on the third floor of the inpatient department, the nurse pulled out the infusion needle on the back of Duan Yang's hand, and smiled softly: "Little sheep, the doctor said that you are recovering well, and you will be discharged from the hospital next month."

Duan Yang touched his hungry belly: "I have troubled the nurse sister for the past two months."

"You're welcome." The nurse took off the bottle and instructed, "Don't eat too much greasy food, but mainly vegetables and fruits."

One sentence pierced Duan Yang's desire to ask Han Xiaojun to bring him braised pork, and he nodded hopelessly: "Okay, I understand."

After the nurse left, the room became quiet. Duan Yang put his right hand on his abdomen, rubbing the wound with his fingertips, and stared up at the ceiling.He wants to go back to the police force, he wants to be on duty, he misses his domineering big motorcycle, and he even wants to chat about the mountains while eating melon seeds with his teammates.

He will be discharged from the hospital soon, he said silently several times in his heart, just as he was looking forward to it, a shadow of a person flashed by the door in the corner of his vision.

A familiar face peeped in through the opened gap, and met Lin Ye's gaze. Duan Yang hurriedly propped himself up and leaned against the bed, sitting rigidly and upright.

Lin Ye closed the door tightly with his backhand. Today he was only carrying a sports bag, wearing light casual clothes, and wearing pure white canvas shoes. If it weren't for the conspicuous tattoos and the row of metal nails on the pinnae that added a bit of arrogance, the overall demeanor would look downright More like the boy next door.

Duan Yang has been checking Weibo for the past few days, and spends most of his time digesting Lin Ye's true identity. He has suddenly upgraded from the original "underworld" to "big star", and there is a big "fall" in his heart. Playing poorly and bickering, always making jokes, I suddenly feel very embarrassed.

After being beautified by the aura of "star", Duan Yang, who has never seen the world, became a little cautious. He squinted at the corner of his eyes, and there was a "superstar" with more than one million Weibo fans standing beside his bed. ", was taking it out of the bag...the thermos?The aroma that wafts out after opening the lid seems to be... braised pork? !

Lin Ye graciously helped Duan Yang set up the small table, and prepared the bowls and chopsticks. Seeing his serious expression and upright appearance, he joked: "Little sheep, your style of painting today is not right, why are you so quiet? "

Upon hearing this, Duan Yang cleared his throat and said, "Hua Die, sit down."

Lin Ye was startled: "Did you take the wrong medicine?"

Duan Yang scratched his cheek with his index finger, and said frankly: "I checked it online, you didn't lie to me, you are really a star."

"Too angry." Lin Ye waved his hand, sat down disapprovingly, moved the chair half a meter forward, took his chin and tapped the thermos bucket, "The two times I came to the hospital and passed your ward, there were people sitting in the room, I told you The doctor I know asked about it, and it should be safer at this time."

Duan Yang stared at the braised pork in the bowl, did not move his chopsticks for a long time, facing the other party's fiery gaze for a while, he asked, "Did you make this?"

Lin Ye: "Well, try it."

The big star cooks for himself, and Duan Yang's heart is overwhelmed. When he picked up the chopsticks, he glanced at Lin Ye and said in a low voice, "I watched a few videos of your band's concerts. It was so shocking. I didn't expect you to be so good."

Lin Ye smiled and didn't answer, and instead urged: "Eat quickly, or it will be cold." He thought to himself, if Duan Yang knew that Jiang Yi'an lived upstairs, he might not even be able to sleep.

With white rice of moderate hardness, Duan Yang swallowed the braised pork in big mouthfuls. He relieved the two-month "no meat, no joy". , the mess in my head made me feel uncomfortable.

"I'm nothing special." After a long silence, Lin Ye said abruptly.

Duan Yang shifted his gaze, saw Lin Ye arched his back and put his elbows on his knees, and said with a smile: "Compared with you, my 'powerful' is not worth mentioning."

The temperature in the room is obviously not high, but Duan Yang is soberly aware that his ears are slightly hot, and his heartbeat is surprisingly faster than usual.

Lin Ye raised his hand and scratched his forehead hair: "Is your injury better?"

Duan Yang has never experienced such a wonderful feeling, he replied politely: "It's much better, the doctor said I will be discharged from the hospital next month."

Lin Ye: "That's good." He took out the phone in his pocket, slid open the screen, and threw it to Duan Yang, "Little traffic policeman, add a WeChat."

Duan Yang slowed down his chewing of braised pork, and asked in confusion, "Huh?"

"WeChat." Lin Ye emphasized his tone, leaned back with a smile, and said something from the bottom of his heart, "To be honest, I admire you."

Duan Yang hung his fingers on the keyboard, becoming more confused: "Huh?"

Lin Ye exerted force under his feet, kicked up the seat and swayed his front legs. He always liked to tease Duan Yang, and always wanted to see him shy or anxious. He knew the reason why, but his clear mind came to his mouth Bian still turned a tactful corner first: "Think about it, be my younger brother."

Wen Ke returned to 403, Moli Community after get off work, Jiang Yi'an opened the door for him, and went to the kitchen counter to continue picking beans.Wen Ke tore off his tie and loosened two shirt buttons to let the air in. The temperature in Jingnan at the end of May began to be sweltering, and within a few minutes of being on duty outside, the thin clothes were already soaked in sweat.

The electric fan standing in the corner turned its head "buzzing", the cool wind was blowing, the setting sun stained the window lattice, Wen Ke stared at Jiang Yi'an's busy figure against the light, the days gradually became dull, the smoke was everywhere, one eaves, two people The world is warm and comfortable.

But this shouldn't be Jiang Yi'an's life.

"Hiss." Jiang Yi'an took a deep breath, turned on the faucet and rinsed it quickly, tore a piece of kitchen paper to press the pulp of his index finger, Wen Ke frowned and asked, "Did you cut it?"

After picking half a pot of beans, Jiang Yi'an turned his face to cut the peeled potatoes, he didn't pay attention, the blade rubbed against the skin, and blood overflowed from the cut: "It's okay, it doesn't matter."

Wen Ke stepped forward and gently grasped his wrist, there was a striking cut on the side of the knuckles. These hands, which wrote lyrics, arranged music, and played with various musical instruments, were carefully inspected and found to be full of tiny scars.Wen Ke said: "I won't do it anymore." While talking, he dragged Jiang Yi'an back to the living room, and pushed him into the sofa.

Jiang Yi'an took out the alcohol cotton balls and band-aids in the drawer: "What a normal thing, why are you making such a fuss?"

Wen Ke rolled up his cuffs, ready to take over Jiang Yi'an's cooking: "You don't have to cook for me from now on."

"Then what do you eat?" Jiang Yi'an curled up his fingertips and blew on the skin stinging from the sting of the alcohol antivirus.

Wen Ke took the tweezers in his hand: "I'll call back from the team cafeteria to eat, or come back after eating."

Jiang Yi'an lowered his eyes and smiled slightly, his face showing a bit of frustration: "In this case, I don't know what to do every day."

"Yi'an." Wen Ke squeezed his slender fingers, "You told me that you want to start over."

"Not everything can be done again." Jiang Yi'an's voice was very soft, his eyelashes were lowered, "I am really very content to be able to have the present day."

Wen Ke: "You shouldn't be content."

Withdrawing his fingers, Jiang Yi'an tore off the band-aid to cover the wound. He didn't answer, and the corners of his lips were slightly tight.After a long time, he leaned against Wen Ke and whispered, "I can't be too greedy."

After a pause, he continued: "In the past two years, I had no hope at all that I could live like a normal person, let alone hope to be able to stand on stage again."

Wen Ke nodded: "I understand."

Jiang Yi'an looked at him: "So, just maintain the status quo."

The afterglow slanted, the sky was gray, and the room was dark, Wen Ke got up and turned on the light, stood leaning against the wall, looked at Jiang Yi'an a few meters away, and asked, "Why don't you dare to hope?"

Jiang Yi'an took the cigarettes on the coffee table, bit out one and lit it, stepped on the sofa and arched his knees: "Wen Ke, as I emphasized, my affairs must not cause you any trouble."

Wen Ke folded his arms and said bluntly: "I'm afraid I can't get away anymore."

Jiang Yi'an frowned and raised his eyes, his tone was slightly stiff: "Are you still checking 'Huafeng'?"

"Don't argue with me, Yi'an." Wen Ke said, "Whether it's you or those things about you, I'll take over."

Jiang Yi'an shook his head with a cigarette, stared at Mars between his fingers and murmured: "As long as I am like this now, I will be safe."

Wen Ke understands and understands that Jiang Yi'an's nightmares, his choice is always to escape, so the two years of escaping are enough to make timidity and fear ingrained in his heart, and even form a conditioned reflex, not daring to think about it, not daring to think about it. Mentioned, dare not face.

Wen Ke didn't let the topic continue. He has seen Jiang Yi'an's efforts all the time, and he has never empathized with him, so he is not qualified to say some high-sounding words.He sat back on the sofa, with a coaxing tone, turned the subject and said softly: "It's almost the holidays, I have a gift for you."

Jiang Yi'an glanced at him and thought for a long time: "What festival is it?"

Wen Ke: "Children's Day."

Jiang Yi'an laughed out loud, barely biting his cigarette: "Wen Ke, I need to remind you that I'm almost 31 years old."

The goal of making people happy was achieved, Wen Ke leaned against the back of the sofa, admiring Jiang Yian's exquisite eyebrows and eyes from the side, but couldn't hold it back, and raised his index finger to lightly touch the corners of his crescent-like eyes, saying: "An adult who is favored by someone is a child. "

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