Ten years to feed the dog

"Chen Lin?"

Having just escaped from the nightmare memories of the past, Yao Liang was inevitably a little dazed when he opened his eyes and saw Chen Lin.

"Brother Yao, are you okay, your forehead is full of sweat."

After Chen Lin's reminder, Yao Liang realized that he was covered in cold sweat.

"It's okay, why are you here?"

Yao Liang pulled himself together and sat up straight.

"Hey, come to see the doctor."

Chen Lin's eyes wandered, and he subconsciously looked at the side ward. Yao Liang had sharp eyes, and he also looked at the side ward by the way. He saw the name on the nameplate outside the ward, and he could probably guess who the person inside was.

"Brother Yao, I think you are not in good spirits, why don't I send you back."

Seeing that Chen Lin didn't want to say more, Yao Liang didn't ask any more questions. He stood up and waved his hand to signal his refusal:

"No, don't delay your business, I'll take a taxi and go back."

"Look at what you said, what can be delayed, I'm done with my illness, and I'm going to the bar when I leave."

"But by saying this, you really delayed my big event of going to have fun."

After Chen Lin made such a joke, Yao Liang couldn't help but smile, his face didn't seem as pale as before.

"Then I have to be a roadblock."

Holding the milk tea Chen Lin insisted on buying for him, Yao Liang got into Chen Lin's car.

"Brother Yao, listen to me, drink something sweet, and your mood will improve."

Yao Liang doesn't like sweets, especially milk tea cakes. He always feels that this bite is no different from eating a big spoonful of saccharin, but Zhang Yiwen loves to eat, and whenever he has a chance, he will ask Yao Liang to eat desserts with him. It's been years without success.

Based on the principle of not wasting, Yao Liang took a sip of the milk tea, and immediately frowned. The smell of industrial saccharin made him put the cup of milk tea away.

Yao Liang's mood didn't improve after drinking this sweet, but Chen Lin put it on the steering wheel in a good mood and laughed non-stop.

Yao Liang glared at Chen Lin and urged him to drive quickly, and then Chen Lin started the car.

Because of the annual holiday, there were not many people on the street, the shops were all pitch black, and the whole city was shrouded in silence.

"When it comes to Chinese New Year, this city is like a dead city."

Chen Lin said this as if sighing.

"Find someone to live with, and you won't feel like a dead city.

Chen Lin smiled and said that this was not a simple matter, and Yao Liang joked with him again, and the topic was over.

Seeing that Yao Liang seemed a little tired, Chen Lin stopped talking and concentrated on driving.

Yao Liang looked at the car window beside him and saw a few drops of water on the outside of the car window. He slightly raised his head to look at the sky, only to find that the clouds had long been covered, and within three or four seconds, the rain formed a stream of water on the car window. curtain.

Yao Liang touched his shirt pocket, then his trousers pocket, but still found nothing, he couldn't help sighing, and his face was a little irritable.

"Are you addicted to cigarettes?"

Yao Liang hummed hastily as an answer.

Just when the traffic light at the intersection turned green, Chen Lin stopped the car and turned to look at Yao Liang, persuading him earnestly:

"Brother Yao, I'm not telling you, stop smoking, it's not good for your health."

"That has to be able to quit."

Yao Liang sighed, listening to the noisy sound of rain beside the car window was more like taking a puff of cigarettes.

"Brother Wen doesn't care about your smoking addiction?"

"The addiction has come, and no one can control it."

He was addicted to cigarettes, and he listened to the sound of rain outside the window when he had no choice but to smoke. Yao Liang felt uncomfortable all over his body, and his tone couldn't help but increase.

"Okay, okay, how did you get addicted to this, and your temper also came along with you."

Chen Lin was half-complaining and half-jokingly talking to Yao Liang, when the traffic light turned, he turned around and continued driving.

Yao Liang apologized for his tone just now, Chen Lin smiled and said it was nothing, and there was no voice in the carriage again.

After a while, I heard Chen Lin's voice softly coming from the side. Although the voice was soft, the tone was full of seriousness, completely different from the usual Chen Lin:

"But brother Yao, after all, I'm an experienced person, you have to listen to my advice, if you don't quit some addictions early, it will be fatal."

"Whether it's people or smoke."

Probably because I was afraid that what I said was not clear enough, I added another sentence.

Yao Liang understood what Chen Lin meant. He was just talking about Zhang Yiwen and himself. He understood it a long time ago, so long that he understood it when the man died.

But understanding and how to do it are two different things, it doesn't mean you can't get stuck.

Drug addiction, alcohol addiction, smoking addiction, love addiction, no matter what, as long as he becomes an addiction, he will be inseparable from it for the rest of his life, even if it is broken, he will still think about this addiction when he dies.

Knowing that it will kill you, so what, when you become addicted, you can give anything, let alone life.

For him, Zhang Yiwen is far more than just a boyfriend, but the only light and understanding in his 20 years of life.

After another ten minutes' drive, they arrived at Yao Liang's house. After saying goodbye to Chen Lin, Yao Liang turned around and went upstairs with the milk tea that Chen Lin forced for him.

"Zhang Yiwen?"

Pushing the door open and entering the house, it was unexpectedly pitch black. Yao Liang was a little puzzled. Why did this person disappear even though he said he was at home a few hours ago.

Fumbling to turn on the light in the hall, Yao Liang squinted his eyes when the light was on, and opened his eyes after adapting to the light, only to see Zhang Yiwen coming out of the bedroom rubbing his eyes.

"You are back, why is it so late today?"

Zhang Yiwen walked up to Yao Liang, leaning on Yao Liang like a big cat, with his arms around Yao Liang's waist, and his head buried on Yao Liang's shoulder and neck, looking very comfortable.

Yao Liang couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth when he heard the man's lazy tone. He didn't dislike Zhang Yiwen's intimacy with him, and it was even very useful:

"Nothing, have you eaten yet?"

Although Yao Liang selfishly thought that it would be good for Zhang Yiwen to rely on him all the time, but this person was a bit heavy, and it was a bit unbearable sweet burden for him, so he patted the person on the back and signaled Zhang Yiwen to get up quickly.

Perhaps because Yao Liang was immersed in the intimate atmosphere, he didn't notice that Zhang Yiwen's whole body froze when he heard his answer.

"No, didn't you say that we will spend No. 11 years together, and I'll be waiting for you to come back."

Zhang Yiwen quickly adjusted his mood and slowly got up from Yao Liang.

"It's been 11 years, do you still want to make it the same as when you were in college?"

"It can't be done, didn't you see that I fell asleep before it was twelve o'clock."

Yao Liang rolled his eyes with a smile, and joked that Zhang Yiwen was getting old.

Zhang Yiwen didn't refute him, just smiled and looked at the person in front of him.

"Then do I still have the letter?"

"Didn't I tell you, that letter is the only one."

"Then I have to print out a few copies, so as not to lose them anytime."

Yao Liang waved his hand, and said that he wanted to put the printed letter in a photo frame and hang it in the hall and bedroom. Hearing Zhang Yiwen hurriedly begged for mercy, saying that he would write every year, which made Yao Liang stop. down.

Zhang Yiwen took Yao Liang to the dining table, and the delicious food on the table was steaming, Yao Liang looked at Zhang Yiwen in disbelief.

The man smiled, dimmed the lights, and played the music. It was the English song in high school.

If it were someone else doing this kind of thing, Yao Liang would definitely say it was too nasty, but that was Zhang Yiwen, he only thought that everything was good.

"Don't you like milk tea?"

When Zhang Yiwen mentioned it, Yao Liang remembered the milk tea he put aside:

"A friend forced me to buy it. It's terrible."

Thinking of the smell of sugar, Yao Liang looked disgusted, which made Zhang Yiwen couldn't help laughing, and finally couldn't help laughing. Thinking of what Yao Liang said about grandma today, Zhang Yiwen asked:

"Is grandma okay?"

"It's okay, I accidentally fell down."

"Then I'll go see grandma tomorrow too."

After all, it is an old man, and the fall is very serious. Although looking at Yao Liang's appearance, grandma should be fine, but Zhang Yiwen was always a little worried, so he wanted to visit the old man.

"Need not."

As soon as Yao Liang heard that Zhang Yiwen was going to visit his grandma, his reaction became louder, and he rejected Zhang Yiwen in a blunt tone. Only when he came back to his senses did he realize that his tone was harsh, and he added:

"Don't worry, there's no need to go, it's really nothing."

Yao Liang didn't want Zhang Yiwen to see that woman, he thought that woman would have reacted like that when she saw Wang Xusheng, and it's hard to guarantee that the woman would go crazy again when she saw Zhang Yiwen, talking nonsense in front of grandma, Yao Liang didn't even think about this scene.

The sweet and intimate atmosphere just now disappeared, leaving only a strange silence.

Zhang Yiwen looked at Yao Liang, but didn't answer. I don't know how long he watched it. Seeing that Yao Liang felt something was wrong, Zhang Yiwen opened his mouth slowly:

"Yao Liang, I'm not your colleague or your friend you just met, I'm your boyfriend."

"You can't dismiss me with nothing."

The pointer of the clock in the hall points to twelve, which is the No.11 year they have been together.