he has a clean freak

Li Qinghan looked at him with pity, and repeated: "A Ying met some girls recently, it seems to be a blind date, and A Xue also said to introduce a good girl to him."

Yan Wangxiao shook his head and said in a firm tone, "Auntie, you must have heard wrong."

Li Qinghan hesitated again and again, and sighed before saying: "He wants a child... I know he is not good, he is fighting with his father, and wants to have a child to repay his kindness, and pay it off. You... persuade me well he."

Yan Wangxiao thought of Liang's family affairs, narrowed his eyes, and unconsciously clenched his fingers into fists.

night.

Yan Wangxiao hugged the pillow, and under Aunt Li's half-hearted gaze, she knocked on Liang Songying's room.Liang Songying opened the door, looked at Yan Wangxiao, and Li Qinghan, who was coming up behind and was about to speak, said: "Mum, good night, go to bed early." Pull Yan Wangxiao in and lock the door.

Yan Wangxiao was sitting on one side of the bed, and Liang Songying was sitting on the other side of the bed, their backs facing each other, their fingers pressed on the power button of the phone, and the screen turned on and off.Yan Wangxiao crawled over, turned his body around, and faced each other, "Auntie said you were on a blind date."

Liang Songying looked puzzled, "Blind date? Me?"

Seeing his expression, Yan Wangxiao calmed down a bit, "That's what she said, what did you do to make her think so?"

Liang Songying laughed for a long time, "I didn't do anything. Probably she saw me going out for tea with my female friend, and she misunderstood. She has been separated from me for a long time, and she doesn't understand my life." He seemed to think of something again , "It may also be Xuesu's nonsense, which was overheard by her."

Yan Wangxiao wanted to ask again: "Is there really no such plan?"

Liang Songying looked at his face seriously, he was still so handsome and likable, "I swear to God."

"Then why don't you treat me like you used to."

"What was it like before?"

Liang Songying lay down on his side, Yan Wangxiao's hanging hand was in front of him, he stretched out his hand to grab it, and held it in front of his eyes for a closer look.Yan Wangxiao saw that he was getting close to him, a little childish, so he couldn't help laughing, and looked down at him, "It's hard to say, it feels mysterious, just like you are playing with my hand now, I like it when you get close to me like this, and I don't like your cold look."

"I'm just in a bad mood and don't want to talk." Liang Songying bit his finger.

"Are you feeling better now?"

"Well, figured out something."

"what?"

"you."

Liang Songying let go of his fingers, rubbed them for him, looked up and saw him looking at her in confusion, and said: "Even though so many unfortunate things and embarrassing things happened to me, you never left and stayed with me all the time. Stay with me by your side, afraid that I will be unhappy, and try to understand me. So... even if I have nothing, I still have you." After speaking, he himself was a little embarrassed, so straightforward, but he repeated in a strange way, "I At least I still have you."

Yan Wangxiao felt comfortable physically and mentally, looking at him with a smile, he didn't know how gentle and affectionate his expression was.

Liang Songying was heartbroken, grabbed his arm, got up and leaned over to kiss his face, tapped his cheek lightly, backed away, stared at his lips, feeling a little regretful.

Yan Wangxiao was so cute that he wanted to kiss and hug him, and rolled around on the bed in his arms, with his lips touching his lips, "I will allow you to kiss me in the future, poor little one, if others treat you badly, I will treat you even more." Hello."

Liang Songying raised her eyebrows, "You poor boy? Who are you talking about?"

"you."

"I'll bite you to death."

Now that Yan Wangxiao agreed, he unceremoniously bit the lips that he had coveted for a long time, skin to skin, breath intertwined, intimate.

"Don't be so cold to me."

"Don't hide from me."

"do not leave Me."

Lingering to death, Yan Wangxiao hugged him tightly, muttering to himself in confusion.Liang Songying heard it and responded a few times.He used to feel pain in his heart when he heard Yan Wangxiao say such things, but now he felt relieved and felt it was fair.

Just like a song sang: If you are choosing people, people can also choose you. It is fair and there is no partiality.

He has always been afraid that Yan Wangxiao would hate him, and one day he would leave him like he left his ex-lover, and start a new relationship. He could only miss him for the rest of his life.Thinking in another way, Yan Wangxiao kept telling him not to leave, so it was not a kind of fear.

He was scolded by the world, kicked out by Liang's family, and the only things he had left were a few close friends, his mother, and Yan Wangxiao.Notorious, like a street rat.But Yan Wangxiao flew across thousands of mountains and rivers to come to HK's side.He saw Yan Wangxiao circling around the tree trunk today, he would stop when he called him, and he would follow after waving at him...

Yan Wangxiao's love world is like a circle, with endless cycles, evergreen.He may be just one of the passers-by, happy when he comes, painful when he goes, joy is always short, and someone will replace him later, giving Yan Wangxiao joy and sorrow.

——But he beckoned, and Yan Wangxiao was willing to go with him.

He would keep talking to Yan Wangxiao, telling him to go, until he didn't want to anymore, turned and left.

Will not complain, will not hate.

He hoped that Yan Wangxiao could understand this.

He didn't know how to speak, but just looked into Yan Wangxiao's eyes, and Yan Wangxiao also looked at him, as if he had something to say.The moment they approached each other and their eyes met, they suddenly seemed to understand the long series of words behind the eyes, and they understood each other's feelings like a consonant connection.

Neither of them can live without the other, and they don't want to be separated, even though they have defects in each other.

Yan Wangxiao half hugged and half supported, and took Liang Songying, who was lying on the bed and refused to move, to the bathroom.He took a towel to dry his body, hugged him back, and wrapped him in a thin silk quilt.The night in spring was quite cold, Yan Wangxiao wanted to go out to the balcony to smoke a cigarette, but he didn't want to let go of Liang Songying, so he bullied Liang Songying in a daze, and awkwardly carried him to the balcony, leaning against the railing.While smoking, while taking advantage.

Liang Songying was drowsy in a daze, with a cool face, raised his hand and inadvertently slapped Yan Wangxiao with a "slap", and muttered, "Are there any mosquitoes?"

Yan Wangxiao bit him with a dark face, "Yes, what a big mosquito."

At the end of spring, the south was warmer than the north. Liang Songying wrapped herself in the quilt, held the corner of the quilt to prevent the quilt from falling off, and grabbed the cigarette from Yan Wangxiao's mouth with the other hand, "cough cough." He choked and his head cleared Somewhere, I can see the night sky ahead, the street lamps around the sea at the foot of the mountain in the distance and the dark sea.

He opened his mouth and hummed a song.

Yan Wangxiao didn't know why, but the sudden singing made him a little sad.Judging by Liang Songying's current negative image, the future of the music scene is basically ruined.In this matter, he is a victim, but he cannot report the case, and the law cannot give him a fair trial, and he will not use private matters to explain the cause and effect for the public, and he will not say more in a few words on Weibo .Those who believe in him will naturally believe in it, and those who don't believe in it will only continue to question it when he explains it to others, and it will never end until it is forgotten.

The hand holding his shoulder tightened, and he asked softly, "Have you ever thought about taking revenge?"

Liang Songying was a little dissatisfied that he interrupted her singing, but she still replied, "I thought about it, but I can't apply for it. I can't do it. This kind of thing is harder than winning an award for composing. I don't know where to start, so I don't want to. As long as they Instead of coming to trouble me, it is better to sit down and write songs.”

Liang Songying didn't continue singing.

Yan Wangxiao pressed cheek to cheek with him, "You can't do anything, but I can."

Liang Songying thought about this sentence two or three times, and suddenly became nervous, "Don't worry about those things, forget it, we are fine now, let it go in the past."

Yan Wangxiao responded vaguely, as if changing the subject, "What are your future plans?"

Speaking of the future, Liang Songying's attention was indeed diverted, "Let's end the matter in City Y first, I have a few properties and some items there that can be sold or thrown away, I won't go back there again. Except there, you can go anywhere. Think about other work, I didn’t tell you,” he took a deep breath, “My mother is sick, if it doesn’t get cured here, I will take her to the United States for medical treatment.”

"What disease? Is it serious?" Yan Wangxiao asked doubtfully. He saw that Li Qinghan looked good and had a good attitude. He seemed ready to accept him. He thought it was a good sign, but he was sick.

"Breast cancer." Liang Songying said heavily, "She was not in good health when grandpa passed away, so she had a full body checkup at the hospital."

Yan Wangxiao was very sad, maybe another important relative would leave Liang Songying, "We will find the best doctor in the best hospital and actively cooperate with the treatment."

Liang Songying nodded, "The mainland talked too much about me, but HK was calmer. She always felt sadder than me when she heard gossip. Deliberately hiding your indifference to you. I was hit one after another, and I was completely confused."

"I know now, just tell me clearly, I don't blame you." He paused, but decided to explain him, "Don't blame yourself too much about your grandpa, it was an accident, no one wanted it, It's not your fault, don't carry it on yourself."

Liang Songying heard the words and looked into the distance, "I was born because of my grandfather's traditional concept of patriarchal patriarchy, but now my grandfather passed away unexpectedly because of me...It's a twist of fate."

Yan Wangxiao listened and felt that fate should be blamed.

Liang Songying continued: "But my own destiny, choices, gains and losses, will not be at the mercy of anyone. People in the world treat me well, treat me badly, happy or sad, I want to live a good life and live a better life. This , no one can stop me unless I fall."

Yan Wangxiao looked at him with piercing eyes, took in all the expressions on his face, and was full of confidence in him.

Unfortunately, the facts are not as expected.

After a period of time, they lived in HK. Yan Wangxiao went to the streets with him and met people, and found that he was more sensitive to other people's eyes and words. He was not as bold as before when he opened his heart to people, but kept a certain distance from people.If it was said to be introverted before, it can be said to be guarded now, closing a part of my true self and only showing it to those close to me.

Yan Wangxiao thought it was okay at first.Liang Songying occasionally sings and hums. No matter what he has experienced, his singing is always sincere and sincere, and every word and note is full of emotion.Liang Songying has not changed from the beginning to the end in the music he loves, so it is still moving.

After Liang Songying faded out of the entertainment circle, she engaged in art design work, set up a studio, recruited talents, and hid herself behind the scenes.It was also at this time that Yan Wangxiao really saw Liang Songying's versatility, and he could be called an artist.

One day, at the request of Liang Songying, he went downstairs to water the flowers and plants in the yard, went upstairs and returned to his room, Liang Songying took out a set of painting tools, set up the brackets, and wanted to draw portraits for him.

He was sitting on the balcony, with his back to the sky and the sea. After some time, Liang Songying came to show him the sketch he had drawn, and lazily said that he would revise and color it later when he had time.

Yan Wangxiao put the portrait in the cabinet and framed it.

Li Qinghan's health was deteriorating day by day, and she gradually became sick. Later, she often lay on the hospital bed, and Liang Songying often went to accompany her, and the painting remained unchanged.

Half a year later, Liang Songying took Li Qinghan to the United States to see a doctor. Yan Wangxiao chose a nearby school to study directing courses, and being with them was also a share for Liang Songying, so that he would not be sad alone with a relative whose life was passing away quickly.

In the winter of the following year, Yan Wangxiao returned to China to deal with urgent matters. Li Qinghan died of illness after being tortured by illness, and spent the last day in the hospital.Before the eyes that had been tender and loving closed, she gently held Liang Songying's hand, and repeated to him: "You don't blame mom, do you?"

Liang Songying leaned over to her mouth, heard it clearly, choked up and said: "No wonder, I will always love you."

Li Qinghan left peacefully. Apart from doctors and nurses, only Liang Songying and Li Wenhai who came to the United States saw her off that day.Liang Songying sat on a bench in the corridor with her head bowed. Li Wenhai handed him a pack of tissues.He didn't answer, "No need." His eyes were red and moist, but he held back his tears.He heard soft sobbing and sobbing. It was the female nurse who had just come to the hospital as an intern. It was the first time she witnessed life dying.However, Li Wenhai felt that Liang Songying's grief had accumulated over time, and the pain of the death of a loved one could no longer be vented through tears.He himself was also very sad. His elder sister was proud all her life, but she was ruined by that person in the Liang family. She didn't have many happy days in the rest of her life.

The author has something to say: uncomfortable, why did I write like this at the time