Difficult to heal

In the bedroom with gray as the main tone, the door is half open, and the cool light and warm light are intertwined.

Lu Shu lightly clasped Xiu Qinjiang's wrist, the sweat from his palm stained the gauze.

"I'm on top," he said intermittently, "You're hurt..."

Chu Qinjiang laughed: "Don't be so troublesome."

He turned Lu Shu and coaxed in a low voice: "Raise it higher."

How could Lu Shu do what he wanted? He pulled back with his backhand, wrapped his arms around the opponent's neck, and pressed the person under him.

Then the heels of his palms pressed against his chest, with a strong attitude: "I said, I'm on top."

Xiu Qinjiang bent his knees and pushed Lu Shu's back, Lu Shu bent his elbows and lay down in front of him involuntarily.

"Can it move?" Xuan Qinjiang teased.

Lu Shu pinched his chin, bit his lips, and said word by word: "You are in my hands, be honest."

He straightened up and pressed his firm abs with one hand.

……

Xiu Qinjiang carried the man into the bathroom to clean up, the bathtub was filled with water, Lu Shu went in and sat down.

Turn on the shower, throw it into the bathtub, and Xiu Qinjiang also stood in and sat beside him, part of the water in it overflowed swayingly.

The bathtub is large enough to fit two people side by side with their backs to the edge.

Xiu Qinjiang squeezed some shower gel, made foam, and said to Lu Shu, "Carry it on your back."

Lu Shu glanced at him, then consciously turned around, turning his back on the person behind him.

There was a slight itchiness on the back, and the white foam rubbed on the shoulder bones. From the inside to the outside, Xiu Qinjiang gently massaged inch by inch.

The strength was moderate and heavy, and Lu Shu was pressed very comfortably. He couldn't help being curious: "Where did you learn it?"

Xiu Qinjiang said: "Self-study, if you press too much, you will be fine."

Lu Shu was silent for two seconds, then taunted: "For Gu Yuan?"

The hand behind him slid to his chest, and Lu Shu was hugged into his arms. His skin was pressed against each other, and the foam squeezed it, which was a little slippery.

"Aren't you jealous?" Xiu Qinjiang said with a smile.

"Have you talked about it?" Lu Shu asked.

"No, Gu Yuan is cooperating with me to act for Zhong's family." Su Qinjiang said, "I haven't found anyone else."

Lu Shu raised his hand and held the arm in front of his chest: "What's the matter with those two scars on your body?"

The topic changed unexpectedly, and Xiu Qinjiang almost missed it.

After a while, he said, "It's not a big deal from boxing."

The scars were located in the middle of the abdomen and the inner thighs, each of which was more than ten centimeters long, and the healing time did not seem to be short, but the scar lines were more obvious, which should have been cut open by something less sharp.

Lu Shu was not fooled, and continued to ask: "What kind of boxing can have that kind of injury?"

"Really," Xiu Qinjiang said with a smile, "I wasn't very good at it when I first started practicing. It's been a long time since I was scratched by a wooden nail in the boxing room."

It is hard to distinguish the truth from the falsehood of this statement. It is common to bump into fighting sports. Lu Shu himself was injured many times when he played taekwondo in the past. The other party insisted that he was good at boxing, and he could barely believe it.

At the end of the wash, the two couldn't help wiping their guns and misfired, and did it again in the bathtub.

If it wasn't for the fact that the gauze on Xu Qinjiang's wrist was completely soaked, Lu Shu was afraid that his wound would become inflamed, and he didn't know how long he would mess around.

After coming out of the bathroom, Lu Shu found a set of pajamas for Xiu Qinjiang, and led him to the living room to get some medicine.

The gauze, iodophor, etc. were taken out and placed on the coffee table, and Lu Shu filled the cotton ball with iodophor in a blunt but unskilled manner.

The tweezers clamped the cotton ball, and he held Xuan Qinjiang's wrist and rubbed it on the stitched wound.

The wound was about two inches wide, slightly red, and Lu Shu rubbed it carefully.

"You still have these?" Xuan Qinjiang asked freshly, looking at the side faces of the people around him.

Lu Shu supported the back of his hand with his palm, and said lightly, "I bought too much last time."

Xiu Qinjiang smiled, and touched his half-dried hair with the other hand.

"I still don't like blowing my hair."

Lu paused, threw away the used cotton ball, and said nonchalantly, "I'll do it later."

Two people sit on the same sofa, and the distance between them is negligible.

Xiu Qinjiang suppressed his smile, stared at him seriously, carefully scrutinizing each other's eyebrows and every expression.

Lu Shu lowered his eyes, methodically wrapped the gauze around him, focused and careful.

No matter what Lu Shu does today, he always has a kind of composure that is inevitable, strong and unshakable.

But in the eyes of Xiu Qinjiang, he felt uncomfortable for no reason.

Lu Shu is not like this.

He can do whatever he wants, be presumptuous, and show off, but there should be no constraints.

Xiu Qinjiang left and came back again, and what he saw again was Lu Shu's consideration and patience.

All the vivid emotions are collected in a place where they cannot be found, blurred, and there are prohibitive barriers around them.

The wound was suture-free, and the medicine was simply applied. Lu Shu was going to wash his hands, but someone clamped his knee with his leg.

In the next second, he fell into another embrace.

Xiu Qinjiang wrapped his arms around his waist, buried his face in his stomach, and said in a lonely tone, "I'm coming back too late."

Lu Shu was slightly stunned, and wanted to touch him, but his hands were stained with medicine, so he could only press the back of his hand against his neck in the end.

"I'll wash my hands first," Lu Shu said, "I'll hug you later."

Xiu Qinjiang took a breath, got up, and put his shoulders: "Let's go together."

Walking into the bathroom, Lu Shu washed off the medicine on his hands, looked up from the mirror, and looked at Xiu Qinjiang behind him.

Xiu Qinjiang came up and put his arm around his waist, and they both looked at the mirror at the same time.

Pressing Lu Shu's lower abdomen, Xiu Qinjiang asked, "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

The two of them didn't take measures a few times just now. Although they cleaned up afterwards, he was also afraid that he wouldn't get used to it.

Lu Shu took his hand, squeezed his fingers into those of Xiu Qinjiang, and said, "Let me fuck you too and you'll know once."

Xiu Qinjiang lowered his head and smiled sullenly: "It's so good to hold grudges, Mr. Lu."

Lu Shu turned around, pocketed his chin, looked straight at him and said, "Last time at Jinyun Island, you should have heard what I told Li Yucheng?"

Xiu Qinjiang leaned forward, put his arms on the sink, and wrapped him in his arms: "Do you still dare to mention him in front of me?"

Ignoring the other party's dangerous eyes, Lu Shu said to himself: "I don't like men, and I don't like women either."

He said: "I only like you, no one else but you."

Xuan Qinjiang was stunned for a moment by this sudden confession, and Lu Shu stretched out his arms to hug him.

"Even if you don't come back, I will get you back."

Lu Shu said, "Brother, you can't leave."

……

Lu Shu didn't sleep well, half-dreaming and half-awake, scenes in his mind passed like fragments of pictures.

The sweltering sun, the cool bamboo mat room, and the silent back of Xiu Qinjiang.

The fragments pieced together a bizarre scene, and in an instant, there was a sudden explosion, and before his body disappeared into the flames, Xiu Qinjiang looked back at him.

His eyes snapped open, and the room was pitch black.

Sweat broke out on Lu Shu's forehead, his breathing was rapid, and his heart beat fast.

After a few seconds of slowing down, he touched to the side.

No one is empty.

His heart sank in an instant, Lu got up and turned on the wall lamp, and the surroundings were silent, even the familiar smell could not be smelled, as if no second person had ever come.

Lifting the quilt, Lu Shu almost staggered out of bed.

At the end of the corridor outside the bedroom, there is light coming from behind the door, and part of it spreads on the ground.

That is his study.

Lu Shu walked over quickly, raised his hand, twisted and pushed the door, all in one go.

Opposite the spacious desk in the study, there is a huge built-in closet, and in front of the closet stands Xuan Qinjiang.

The other party was dressed in gray silk pajamas, with a slender figure, noble and leisurely.

Lu Shu closed his eyes, and his clenched heart suddenly let go.

Hearing the movement, Xuan Qinjiang looked sideways.

Seeing Lu Shu's ugly face, he moved forward and touched his forehead with the back of his hand.

"Did you have a nightmare?" Xu Qinjiang asked softly.

Lu Shu hugged him and buried his head in his shoulder: "I thought you were gone."

Thought you never showed up...

Xu Qinjiang was taken aback by the other party's appearance.

He hugged him back, and slowly stroked his back: "No, I can't sleep, let's go to your study."

After a long time, Lu Shu finally regained his composure and said, "Go to sleep."

Xiu Qinjiang didn't answer, and led him to the closet, pointing at one of the cabinets with his chin: "Did you bring all these?"

In the closet is the night city he gave Lu Shu on his birthday that year, and the globe that Lu Shu gave him.

The two things lay side by side, clean of dust, intact, and obviously looked after regularly.

"I brought it with me when I went to college." Lu Shu said.

He opened a small drawer at his hand, and there was a diary lying in it. The diary was opened, and there was a yellowed note in the middle.

Lu Shu handed the note to Xu Qinjiang: "You wrote it yourself."

After such a long time, the note has become a bit hard, and it feels real in the hand.

It said - in the future, I don't need to bring lei tea to Xiu Qinjiang, and Xiu Qinjiang will bring it to me.

Xiu Qinjiang was stunned, and raised the corner of his mouth: "Isn't this your self-criticism?"

"Whoever writes it belongs to him," Lu Shu leaned over to the closet and looked at him with his arms crossed, "but some people never took it with them once."

Xiu Qinjiang's eyes moved down and landed on the corner of the diary, where there was a handwritten date, 2016.5.21.

Putting the note back, he asked, "Have you ever been to the Lei Cha shop?"

Before Lu Shu could make a sound, Xuan Qinjiang said again: "Auntie and uncle...how are you doing?"

Lu Shu seemed to have been waiting for his words, and answered naturally: "They are in the capital, do you want to see them?"

Xiu Qinjiang remained silent, and pushed the drawer in by the way.

Lu Shu waited for a long time before he heard him say: "It's very late, you tomorrow—"

"They know," Lu Shu interrupted him, and said, "They know that we have been together, I told you a long time ago."

There was a moment of surprise on Xu Qinjiang's face, and then quickly faded: "What did you say?"

"When I was in college, they asked me if I had a girlfriend, and I confessed."

Lu Shu didn't change his face and said nonsense: "I said I don't like girls. I had a puppy love with you before. They were very angry at the time, but they gradually accepted it later."

Xuan Qinjiang was angry and funny: "They didn't kick you out like this?"

Lu Shu said, "I ran away, but then I couldn't bear it anymore and asked me to go back."

However, the reality is that when Lu Mingheng woke up from a coma that year, he avoided talking about it for a long time.

As if he had never heard of it before, he didn't question or blame, and calmly covered up the matter.

After he was discharged from the hospital, Lu Shu knelt in front of his parents and confessed all the truth from beginning to end.

He didn't ask them to forgive, he just wanted to tell them that he might not be able to change it, and he would never change it.

At that time, Shen Han had already accepted a little bit, and was even afraid that he would be beaten, so he quietly stood between the father and son.

Lu Mingheng was silent for a long time, pulled Lu Shu up, and only said a few words.

"You are my son, not my appendage," he said, "nor the continuation of my life. As long as I don't hurt others and myself, I have no right to interfere with any of your choices."

Lu Mingheng said earnestly: "Yanyan, this is your life, everything can only be experienced by you, and no one can replace it. If you are sure that you can accept all the consequences of this decision, Dad will not object."

Lu Shu was stunned for a while, his eyes became hot.

He knew that Lu Mingheng treated him very well and loved him very much, but he didn't expect that the other party would do this to this extent.

He hurt his parents, but his parents gave him the greatest tolerance and love.

Shen Han's nose was sore, he took Lu Shu's hand, hesitantly said: "But Yanyan...Qinjiang can't come back."

Lu Shu looked calm, as if he had thought of everything possible.

"If he doesn't come back, I'll go find him."

......

Lu Shu stared fixedly at the person in front of him, and Xiu Qinjiang was dazed by the hope hidden in his eyes.

He inevitably thought of the past.

Xu Qinjiang paused for a moment, and said to him: "At that time...after the last phone call with you, the watch broke. I tried many ways, but I couldn't fix it, and I couldn't get out."

"I didn't go to school in the past two years. Du Wei called the teacher to take private lessons. I didn't go back to college until she saw that I had completely given up."

Having been restricted for several years of freedom in life, Xiu Qinjiang brushed it off lightly, as if it was just the most common trifle.

Lu Shu became bored for nothing.

Those twists and turns of the past can't bear to think about, it will make people breathless and powerless.

Like a blunt knife grinding on the bone skin, the pain is endless.

He bent his fingers, grabbed Xiu Qinjiang's hand and wrapped it into his palm, and asked again: "Are you going to see them? Your aunt misses you very much."

Xiu Qinjiang did not answer directly, but only said: "It will take a while."

Then changed the subject: "You should go to bed."

It says "you" should sleep, not "we" should sleep.

Lu Shu raised his eyes: "Aren't you sleeping?"

"I don't want to sleep much."

After Xiu Qinjiang finished speaking, he pushed him towards the room.

Only one wall lamp was turned on in the bedroom, and Xiu Qinjiang pressed Lu Shu on the bed, kissed his forehead: "Good night, don't have nightmares."

Lu Shu sat up, grabbed him, and glanced at the wall lamp by the bed.

For some reason, he suddenly remembered that the last time he was in the hotel, the lights were turned on all night.

"It's not that you can't sleep," Lu Shu grasped the key point, and said, "You can't sleep with the lights off."

After being exposed, Xiu Qinjiang was not flustered, and scratched the bridge of his nose with a light smile: "So smart."

"Why?" Lu Shu looked directly at him, without a smile in his eyes.

"You saw it last time, how dangerous it is to be in Zhong's house," Chu Qinjiang said half-jokingly and half-seriously, "If something dirty is hidden in the room, if you don't pay attention to it, your life will be gone, you have to be on guard all the time. Get used to it over the years."

The road stopped for a while, and I felt unspeakably uncomfortable, and suddenly became more bored.

He couldn't help but drag him to bed: "Then turn on the light and sleep."

Xiu Qinjiang sighed, covered him with the quilt, and hugged him: "Turning on the light will affect you."

"I'm a deep sleeper," Lu Shu said, "It doesn't matter."

Xiu Qinjiang kissed him again, covering the back of his head with his big hands, blocking the light from the wall lamp with his arms.

"Sleep, so you won't be able to see."

Lu Shu faced him and closed his eyes, whispering: "Don't run around."

Xu Qinjiang hummed and said, "Okay."