After kicking the slag attack, he was watched by the boss

It rained lingeringly for a week, with no sunshine, and it was cloudy and cold. It is rare in Mianshi to have such a humid winter, and the flowers and plants on the window sills were half wilted.

Ye Sheng went to the balcony to water the flowers and plants carefully, then went to touch the clothes on the hangers that had been hung to dry in the morning, and finally took a few clothes that were barely half dry.

The house is usually deserted, he is alone, if Ye Rong doesn't come back, he won't cook by himself, just eat a bowl of instant noodles.

He doesn't have the habit of taking a nap, usually he would use this time to read some useless idle books, mostly psychological books, for Ye Rong, and perhaps for himself.

"A dream is actually a wish-fulfillment, born of a suppressed desire."

"Those who dream have their backs to the waking world."

Although there was no sunshine in the continuous winter rain, Ye Sheng felt as if he was indulging in the drowsy warmth of the afternoon, but the warmth was icy cold, hypocritically pale like the light of a cold iron blade.

"I would rather let myself be disappointed, and never have extravagant hopes."

"Your eyes are tired, tired, close your eyes."

It is inevitable to have a dream in the daytime.

Ye Sheng didn't know when he lay down on the table and took a nap. He gently squeezed the space between his brows, closed his book, got up and opened the bedroom door.

But there was a person sitting in the living room who shouldn't be here, Ye Rong on the sofa raised his head when he heard the movement, and frowned while holding the instant noodle box on the table, "Xiao Sheng, why are you eating instant noodles again? You are still growing, you need to eat more meat and drink milk..."

Ye Sheng didn't seem to be surprised by his sudden appearance, and interrupted him as usual: "Why are you back?"

Ye Rong bent his eyes and smiled, "Of course I miss us, Xiao Sheng!"

Ye Sheng first went to the kitchen to wash a box of cherries, then walked over to sit next to Ye Rong, picked the biggest one and fed it to him naturally, "Why do you think of me?"

Ye Rong held the brightly colored cherries in his hands, his teeth accidentally touched Ye Sheng's fingertips, and the flesh of his lips was quickly stained red with the dark juice, "I want Xiao Sheng because I like Xiao Sheng."

He blinked, as if he didn't know what he was talking about, and continued: "Just like Xiao Sheng likes me."

The fireworks in the abyss lit up extremely weakly for a moment, and then were extinguished by the more intense and sharp darkness in an instant.

Ye Sheng scraped off the juice on his lips with his index finger, without a single crack in his expression, looked into his eyes, restrained and said affirmatively: "I don't like you, you are Ye Rong, I am Ye Sheng, you will always be my brother. "

Ye Rong grabbed his wrist, lowered his head and put his fingers into his mouth.

Ye Sheng sighed heavily, and said helplessly, "Ye Rong..."

Ye Rong let him go, leaned over to hold his shoulders, sat in his arms, and coaxed: "Xiao Sheng, just indulge yourself once, no one will know, love me well before dark .”

"Xiao Sheng, don't you want to kiss me? Don't you want to have me? Don't you want me to be with you forever? You can do whatever you want now, I'm right here."

Ye Sheng's eyes were a little out of focus, and a smile overflowed from the corner of his mouth, but he smiled reluctantly, muttering to himself: "What's the use, it's just deceiving yourself and others."

Ye Rong in his arms became worried, and stretched out his hand to smooth the worry between his brows, "Silly Xiaosheng, why didn't you dare to be brave in your dream?"

Hearing this, Ye Sheng gently pulled him into his arms, and pressed his face against his chest.

Plop, plop, this is a heart that will always beat fast for Ye Rong.

Ye Sheng's most daring move was just to kiss him on the forehead, "Anyone in this world can love you and own you, but I am not worthy. I have already got too much. You can't be too greedy. I only want you to be happy."

Ye Rong acted like a baby in his arms: "Then do you like me or not? Xiao Sheng, it will be dark soon, the daydream will be over, and I'm leaving."

A child standing in the abyss cries while holding a firework stick that has long been extinguished, and a person with desire%2C is like holding a torch. Going against the wind%2C will definitely burn your hands.

No one remembers that the fireworks in his hand were once bright and moving.

Except for himself.

The false afternoon warmth in the room faded like an ebb, and the chilling cold rushed in, and the rain outside the window still didn't stop.

Ye Shengdun's empty embrace seemed to be mocking his daydreaming just now.

But he still didn't seem to wake up, he looked into the eyes of "Ye Rong" in his arms, and said solemnly and seriously before dark: "I like you."

What he didn't want to admit was that his heart forbade him to lie.

[The author has something to say: All the words in the book Ye Sheng read come from "The Interpretation of Dreams"]