Strawberry West Toast

"Don't touch me now." Wang Zhen said.

Pei Yiwei didn't know what was wrong with him, but she stepped back obediently and looked at him seriously, trying to find clues from his expression.

And Wang Zhen just turned his back to him, slowly wiping the blood.

Ripples appeared on the surface of the water, and a vague blood mist rose from the water and disappeared again.He wiped it twice before it was completely clean.

When he tilted his head to reach for the bath liquid, he found that Pei Yiwei was still maintaining the movements just now, as if he had disappeared, breathing quietly.

"Get out," Wang Zhen said, "please."

Pei Yi was stunned for a few seconds, as if checking if he had heard something wrong. After a long time, he said softly, "Okay, don't lock it."

The floor of the bathroom was cold and slippery. When Wang Zhen put on his bathrobe, his whole body felt cold. His body temperature seemed to flow away with the blood. The cold air spread from the soles of his feet to his limbs, clinging to his feet like a sticky liquid, making it difficult for him to walk.

He tried his best not to fall down, supported the sink with his thin arms, but was startled when he saw himself in the mirror.

Pale and emaciated, the ribs looked as if they would pierce the skin any moment.The flesh of the buttocks is also pitifully thin, like an underdeveloped child.

It's hard to imagine that Pei Yiwei can get an erection on such a body, and it's hard to tell whether he or Pei Yiwei is sicker.

Wang Zhen tightened his belt and walked out, walking very slowly, worried that Pei Yiwei would notice his weakness, so he quickened his pace and sat down in front of the single sofa.

Pei Yiwei had already changed and was waiting for him, and asked him what he wanted for breakfast, and he went down to buy it.

"I'm not hungry." Wang Zhen shook his head, curled up his forearms and hugged his knees.

Pei Yiwei still brought a bowl of hot porridge, and put it in Wang Zhen's hand without saying a word, lifted the lid of the bowl and set the spoon, and watched him eat.

Wang Zhen couldn't take a bite, wanted to refuse, but couldn't speak for a long time, so he lay down under the quilt, pretending to be sleepy.

"Uncomfortable?" It was Pei Yiwei, seeing him hiding after coming out of the bathroom, she quickly guessed that he might be sick.

On the way to the clinic, Wang Zhen started to retch. Pei Yiwei helped him to rest on a chair in the corridor. He couldn't sit still for a moment, so he quickly walked into the bathroom, hid in the cubicle, and endured bouts of stomach cramps.

After a while, he felt his stomach feel better, so he washed his hands and walked out of the bathroom.

Pei Yiwei took out a piece of paper to wipe the excess water off his hands, but he said, "No need." Then he went to the Department of Gastroenterology.

The doctor had just finished seeing a patient, took a sip from his teacup, saw his face flushed, first reached out to check his temperature, and then asked about his symptoms.

"It's acute gastroenteritis caused by fever," the doctor said, typing on the keyboard and prescribing medicine on the computer. "Go back and wear more clothes. Don't eat raw, cold and spicy food."

Wang Zhen recalled the fever at the sketching base, and said, "Twice a month, I have never had this before."

The doctor thought for a while and said: "It may be due to a decline in physical fitness. Supplement more nutrition at ordinary times, keep warm after exercising, and try not to stay up late."

After returning home, Wang Zhen simply took a nap, and then went to the studio to draw.

He squeezed the paint on the palette, stirred it numbly, and painted a bland, boring still life.After a while, he put down the frame, replaced it with a new one, and drew another one, one after another, the ground was covered with canvases, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

They had dinner together at noon the next day, and Pei Yiwei's car was parked at the door of the unit. In the past two months, his short hair has grown a bit. Although it is not out of date, it is not prickly anymore, and he does not need to wear a peaked cap to go out.

The meal was very silent. Pei Yiwei is not the kind of person who is good at finding topics. What he said is much less than what he has done. The 17-year-old Wang Zhen understands this. In order not to be cold, he is often the one who says, Pei Yi listened slightly, now that he didn't speak, the dinner table was quiet.

Leaving the dining hall, at an empty flower bed, Pei Yiwei took his hand, but he didn't take it back, but he didn't take it away either.

……

The heating was turned on in the room, Wang Zhen lay lazily for a while, and asked Pei Yiwei if he would like some wine.

"Did you bring it?" Pei Yiwei was always paying attention to his every move, and asked when he didn't see when he was going to buy wine.

"In the bag," Wang Zhen pointed to his backpack, "the leftovers from the last two days."

Pei Yiwei opened his bag and found a can of Carlsberg and a small bottle of unidentifiable nail polish in it.He raised the nail polish to Wang Zhen, and before he asked, Wang Zhen immediately said, "It's for painting, don't think about it."

He fumbled in the bag a few more times and found three more bottles of nail polish.He looked at each one with great interest, picked out a bottle of ripe red, turned it on the bed, leaned against Wang Zhen's calf, and colored his toes.

"Don't move." He held Wang Zhen's ankle to prevent him from moving around. He unscrewed the cap of the nail polish, and a faint floral fragrance overflowed from the bottle. Pei Yiwei asked, "Is this the jasmine fragrance in your dormitory that day?"

Wang Zhen was stunned for a few seconds, then nodded, Pei Yi gave a slight "hmm", pinched the brush, and painted on his toes.

His hands are too big for the brush, and he can't use them easily, but he paints very carefully, as if solving a math problem, and his eyes are a little ridiculously serious.

"Okay." Pei Yiwei raised his head and smiled, showing him his achievements.

It is applied evenly, the thickness of each nail is basically the same, and it is not painted out. If it can be scored, it should be an excellent answer sheet.

"Great." Wang Zhen smiled and asked him to hand over Carlsberg.

He sat up and pulled the tab, Pei Yiwei was still painting the other foot, because Wang Zhen moved, the brush brushed the instep, leaving a dark red mark.

Wang Zhen took the tissue paper from the bedside table and wiped it on his feet, but the red mark did not come off, but the small piece of skin turned red, which was even uglier than before.

Pei Yi smiled slightly, wiped some tea on his feet, wiped them off with a paper towel, wiped them with his thumb twice, and said, "That's enough."

Wang Zhen was drinking beer while waiting for those ten nails to dry. God knows that Pei Yiwei was a little crazy today. After playing with his toes, he painted his fingers again, making his nails ripe and red, which looked funny and funny.

"Stop painting it," Wang Zhen said while laughing, "How can I see people if it becomes like this."

"No," Pei Yiwei said in a serious tone, "Don't show it to others."

"...Oh." Wang Zhen said.

In the end, they drank the bottle of Carlsberg one by one. Wang Zhen lay on the pillow waiting for his nails to dry, and did not forget to tease Pei Yiwei: "Next time, will you buy me a piece of lingerie for you to dance in?"

Pei Yiwei didn't say anything, he was first amused by the scene in his mind, and then felt numb all over - he would never do such a shameful thing.

"What do you draw with them?" Pei Yiwei asked him.

Wang Zhen turned over and said: "Draw anything, play with this material, play with that, use it if it suits you, and change it if it doesn't suit you."

"You haven't seen me draw for a long time, right?" Wang Zhen said, counting on his fingers in his heart, 890 days, or 890 one?

"Well," Pei Yiwei didn't seem to want to talk more about this issue, so she avoided the subject and said, "What about painting now, I'll be your model."

"Okay, give me the bag." Pei Yiwei handed him the backpack, he took out the ipad in the bag, opened the drawing software, selected the brush, and was about to start when Pei Yiwei suddenly pressed the side of his waist, and the warm breath spread Between his legs, his throat suddenly tightened.

Pei Yiwei didn't move, but put his arms on his waist and stared at him from top to bottom. After a while, he slowly pressed down and said something on Wang Zhen's cheek, but Wang Zhen refused to pay attention to him at first.

He exerted a little force, and Wang Zhen's breathing became disordered.He barely held the pen, defenseless, and was first disrupted by the sudden acceleration of the frequency.

The lines on the screen were messed up like a silk screen, and a boy could be vaguely seen drawn.Wang Zhen sat in Pei Yiwei's arms, sweating profusely onto the screen.

After a long time, everything was finally over. He pinched Pei Yiwei hard and made him red. Then he looked for the pen on the bed, but finally found it on the carpet.

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