Mr. Alzheimer's

There was only the sound of running water in the bathroom, it was too quiet.

The warm water rushed down from the top of his head, as long as Pei Yang closed his eyes, he would feel that there was someone in front of him.But when he opened his eyes, there was nothing in front of him except air.

Unreasonable palpitations spread in his heart, he was panicked, and he didn't want to be alone.

Pei Yang was afraid of seeing Mr.'s 'shadow' again, he knew it was not real, Mr. could not appear here.

So he left the bathroom in a hurry without drying his hair, and the bedroom was empty.

Pei Yang rushed to the second bedroom in a panic, and saw Fu Shuzhuo who was still in a daze in front of the sink: "You..."

"Washed?" Fu Shuzhuo suddenly recovered when he heard the voice.

"Hmm..." Pei Yang pursed his lower lip, "Are you going to sleep here tonight?"

Fu Shuzhuo paused: "No, I just came here to wash up."

Pei Yang was inexplicably relieved, he was stunned at the door for a while, not knowing what he was thinking.

Fu Shuzhuo took off the earphones: "Want to watch me take a shower?"

Pei Yang hummed absently at first, then realized that he was startled, and quickly turned his back: "Don't look!"

Fu Shuzhuo: "Then wait for me in the bedroom, I'll be there soon."

"Hmm..." Pei Yang slipped away again lightly, like a cat.

"Wipe your hair dry." Fu Shuzhuo added, "If you don't want to blow it, just wait for me!"

"understood--"

After Pei Yang left, Fu Shuzhuo hadn't recovered from the passage in "Zhang Yang", and his heart was really soft and sour.

All of Pei Yang's awkward emotions and unexpressed feelings seemed to have been written into the book, and he used words to explain all the things they hadn't fully said for so many years.

It's like a suicide note written by a dying person in order not to leave any regrets.

Fu Shuzhuo closed his eyes and poured cold water on his face.In the mirror, there were bloodshot eyes in his eyes, and the veins on his forehead burst out.

It was the first time that he sensed so accurately that Pei Yang felt a little insecure.

He recalled his life in the past ten years. From the day he was with Pei Yang, he kept a proper distance from all the opposite sex and the same sex. He would tell Pei Yang in advance wherever he went, and he would prepare ceremonies for any festivals and anniversaries. Surprisingly, the number of omissions is very small.

He never flirts or messes around. In the friend list, apart from colleagues, he is also a business partner, and all his friends are mutual friends with Pei Yang.

Fu Shuzhuo can confidently say that he has no secrets from Pei Yang.

So where did Pei Yang's uneasiness come from?

Previously, as a result of the doctor's diagnosis that Pei Yang's onset had some depressive and emotional factors, he always thought it was mainly caused by the death of Pei's mother.

But looking at it now, it seems that it's not just that, Pei Yang has clearly been suppressing his emotions all year round.

Fu Shuzhuo pinched his brows and smiled wryly. Thinking about it this way, he still didn't understand Pei Yang enough and didn't pay enough attention to him.

If it had been noticed earlier, perhaps it would not be the situation it is today.

Fu Shuzhuo still remembered Pei Yang's wet hair, so he adjusted his mood while taking a bath, trying not to affect Pei Yang as much as possible.

Sure enough, Sha Mao didn't blow dry his hair, and sat there obediently waiting for him, and even made a clumsy excuse: "I didn't find a hair dryer..."

"Here." Fu Shuzhuo plugged in the hair dryer and stood in front of Pei Yang to blow it on.

Fu Shuzhuo: "Is it hot?"

Pei Yang shook his head: "Not hot."

Fu Shuzhuo suggested: "The hair seems a bit long, how about we go get a haircut tomorrow? Change the look before going out to play."

Pei Yang: "What hairstyle?"

Fu Shuzhuo hooked his lips: "What hairstyle do you like?"

Pei Yang didn't agree with it: "Then you cut it to a round inch."

The noise of the hair dryer is very small, and the slender fingers are constantly running through the hair. Pei Yang's hair is really soft, which is completely different from the prickly personality he showed when he first met.

It is not unreasonable for Fu Shuzhuo to call him a kitten. When he is not familiar with him, he is fierce, but when he is familiar with him, he will occasionally spread out his belly arrogantly, let you knead him, and give him full trust.

"The round inch is too picky." Fu Shuzhuo worried, "You don't like me now, what should you do if you cut the round inch and make you ugly?"

"No..." Pei abruptly held back the 'no' that blurted out, and he looked away uncomfortably, "It has nothing to do with the hairstyle."

Fu Shuzhuo smiled lightly: "Then I'll listen to your advice, can you like me a little bit?"

Pei Yang muttered: "There are prerequisites, so don't cut it."

Fu Shuzhuo clicked his tongue regretfully.

His hair was dried quickly, and he reluctantly withdrew his hand, Pei Yang was rarely so obedient.

Fu Shuzhuo: "Sleep."

Pei Yang got into his bed and wrapped himself tightly.

Fu Shuzhuo looked at this posture, Pei Yang seemed to have been sleeping curled up on his side for the past few days, with his head resting on the headboard of the bed to feel at ease.

He remembered that someone had analyzed that sleeping like this was because he felt insecure.

Fu Shuzhuo couldn't help feeling distressed, although the idea of ​​"crossing books" seemed absurd and ridiculous to others, but the sick Pei Yang regarded it as his only hope.

In the book, his mother is not dead, and he has a harmonious relationship with his father, and has a close relationship with Fu Shuzhuo... The most important thing is that he in the book is not sick.

If he is not sick, Pei Yang doesn't have to choose to divorce even if he is desperate, because he can't delay Fu Shuzhuo's life.

If he is not sick, Pei Yang doesn't have to worry that staying by his side will become a drag on Fu Shuzhuo, and he doesn't have to worry that he will deteriorate into a fool in the future.

During the year of his illness, Pei Yang had indeed read a lot of novels.Because of the legality of same-sex marriage, there are more and more related creations.

There are too many unsatisfactory things in life, and he who is temporarily suspended can only look for perfection in novels in every possible way.The two most common identity settings in the book are "white moonlight" and "red rose".

If possible, Pei Yang wants to keep the best impression in Fu Shuzhuo's heart, he wants to be the rose in the moonlight in the heart of the other party - not a bad and annoying fly after his condition worsens.

He hates flies the most.

Fu Shuzhuo will definitely hate it too.

He wants to be the eternal rose in Fu Shuzhuo's heart, and not to lose all ethics and dignity in front of Fu Shuzhuo.

……

Fu Shuzhuo didn't know these thoughts, neither did Pei Yang who thought he was wearing a book.

Pei Yang just felt uneasy subconsciously and felt palpitations for no reason, and he couldn't find the reason.

Fu Shuzhuo looked at Pei Yang's back and asked, "Can I touch you?"

Pei Yang didn't speak for a while, and Fu Shuzhuo didn't force him: "Good night."

As soon as he finished speaking, Pei Yang stretched out a middle finger from under the quilt.

Seeing him not moving, Pei Yang probably thought that he was too little, so he stretched out another ring finger.

Fu Shuzhuo was speechless for a long time, Pei Yang poked his arm impatiently, motioning him to pull it quickly, otherwise he would take it back.

Fu Shuzhuo quickly grabbed it and exclaimed, "Boss Pei is so generous."

With his back turned to him, Pei Yang snorted softly, "Good night."

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It's convenient to go out to play in summer, clothes don't take up space, so you don't have to bring too much luggage.

"Are these clothes enough?" Pei Yang wrinkled his nose, "I'm exhausted."

Fu Shuzhuo wanted to rub his head subconsciously, and retracted it halfway: "This is the consequence of not exercising."

Pei Yang muttered: "Exercising is also tiring..."

Fu Shuzhuo: "Hey, from today on, you will exercise with me at least three times a week."

Knowing that Pei Yang was looking for an excuse, Fu Shuzhuo raised his lips: "If you don't exercise on the ground, you can exercise three times a week on the bed."

Pei Yang held back for a long time, then cursed in a low voice: "Rogue."

Fu Shuzhuo pulled him up: "Go and cut your hair."

The two of them didn't drive, Fu Shuzhuo had a whim, and planned to take Pei Yang to meet more people.

Over the years, Pei Yang seems to have been stuck between his work and him, and had very few opportunities to meet outsiders. They haven't met new friends for a long time, and some friends who used to have a good time also gradually disconnected because of busy work.

Ten minutes later, Pei Yang stood dumbfounded at the entrance of the subway station: "Is it suitable for you, a boss worth hundreds of millions, to take the subway?"

"Why isn't it suitable?" Fu Shuzhuo pulled him up the escalator, "The subway is much more convenient than driving, and there are no traffic jams."

Pei Yang choked speechlessly: "You really don't eat fireworks... Do you know what time it is?"

"I know, nine o'clock." Fu Shuzhuo pursed his lips, "I will take you to experience the long-lost morning rush hour of the subway."

They haven't taken the subway for a long time, but they often took it when they first started their business.

Now the station is full of people, all in a hurry, either carrying bags or wearing earphones, on their way to work.

They got stuck in front of the gate within a few steps, Pei Yang asked kindly, "We don't have a subway card?"

"Hmm..." Fu Shuzhuo made a mistake, "Go and exchange for cash."

Pei Yang pushed him with a firm attitude: "Go, I'll wait for you here."

Fu Shuzhuo was funny: "Why didn't I realize that you are still socially afraid?"

I exchanged cash and bought two tickets to enter the station. They were the only ones who walked back and forth at the most leisurely pace.

Pei Yang followed closely beside Fu Shuzhuo, looking a bit cautious.

Fu Shuzhuo's "community fear" just now was just a joke, but now he realizes that Pei Yang seems to be a little bit.

He didn't know whether it was because of social fear all the time, or because he was bored by staying at home for too long during the year of illness.

Fu Shu's eyes moved slightly: "Brother Pei."

Pei Yang's ears itch: "What are you doing?"

Fu Shuzhuo: "Make an application, I..."

"Neng, let's take it." Before Fu Shuzhuo finished speaking, Pei Yang stretched out a finger, with an expression of "I'll be generous" all over his face.

Fu Shuzhuo was angry and funny: "Can I have one more?"

Pei Yang raised his other hand and gave him a middle finger: "Humans, don't push yourself too hard."

Fu Shuzhuo said, "Our Mr. Pei is not a human? That's right, you are a cat."

Pei Yang retorted softly: "You are not a human, but a dog."

Fu Shuzhuo: "Cats and dogs are family members."

The hair salon they were going to was located in a business district, and they had to take the subway for four stops, but Fu Shuzhuo did not expect that there were far more people waiting at the subway station than expected.

They didn't get on the first bus at all. Many people got on and were bounced off. Some people panicked because they were about to be late, and some people were anxiously pacing and waiting for the next bus.

Now there is no need for Fu Shuzhuo to apply, Pei Yang is like a cat afraid of its owner getting lost, holding Fu Shuzhuo's hand tightly, being pushed into the car by the crowd, and grabbing Fu Shuzhuo's clothes, just because there is only one person separated, he shows panic eyes.

Fu Shuzhuo hurriedly said to the person next to him, "Please change your position, thank you."

Only then was he able to stand in front of Pei Yang and protect him between himself and the handrail.

As more and more people got on the bus, all of them had their chests pressed against their backs, making it difficult to breathe. The air was hot and dry, and all kinds of sweaty smells, perfumes, and body odors mixed together, making people want to vomit.

Pei Yang should wear a mask, Sha Mao loves to be clean so much.

But they are not bad, Pei Yang's back is against the handrail, so he doesn't need to stick to others, and Fu Shuzhuo is also in front of him.

In addition to their height, they can still breathe a little bit of the air above.

It's just that the body is too close, Pei Yang can even feel Fu Shuzhuo's hard abdominal muscles.

Fu Shuzhuo looked down at his trembling eyelashes, and smiled: "It smells bad?"

Pei Yang: "Hmm...it smells strange."

Fu Shuzhuo: "Get you a filter, do you want it?"

Pei Yang nodded suspiciously.

Fu Shuzhuo smiled and raised his hand, covering his mouth and nose: "Is there any benefit?"

Pei Yang blinked slowly, Fu Shuzhuo's palm was very hot, and would brush his lips with the shaking of the subway car, making it itchy and hot.

I don't know if it's a psychological effect, but it doesn't seem to stink anymore.

The noisy people's voices around gradually became longer and longer, Pei Yang's eyes were only left with the person in front of him and the fragrance from the tip of his nose.

At the second stop, Fu Shuzhuo originally wanted to grab a seat for Pei Yang, but not only did not many people go down, but another wave came up.

He shook his head helplessly, and apologized to Pei Yang: "I'm sorry, I won't sit down next time."

Pei Yang said awkwardly: "Fortunately, it's fun to sit once in a while."

When there were too many people, Fu Shuzhuo had to stick to his back. Pei Yang also found a man staring at them for a long time, and squeezed behind Fu Shuzhuo from two meters away.

There are only people crowding behind Fu Shuzhuo, and there are no handrails. This person must have done it on purpose.

Pei Yang stared at it for a long time, and the more he watched, the more unhappy he became, then he raised his hand without thinking, and hugged Fu Shuzhuo.

It was rare for Fu Shuzhuo to be caught, and he was flattered: "What's wrong?"

Pei Yang froze, but he didn't take back his hand. He gave up and buried Fu Shuzhuo's neck: "It stinks, I want to vomit, you smell better."

Fu Shuzhuo touched the back of his neck tentatively, but Pei Yang didn't attack him, it seems that this subway trip was not in vain.

After such a long time, he was finally able to hold Pei Yang in his arms. The warmth of his body temperature made his whole heart swell with satisfaction.

In fact, Pei Yang's main purpose was to use his hands to separate Fu Shuzhuo from others.

He tightly grasped the clothes behind Fu Shuzhuo's back and put his arms around his waist, not giving anyone a chance to touch her.He also deliberately raised his eyes to be provocative, and the other party looked away guiltily.

Pei Yang hummed softly and buried his face again.