When gentleness is worn into the ancient dog blood crematorium

"I'm not hungry." Chi Baiwan said lightly, "Go to the restaurant and eat by yourself."

Fu Sihan stroked his cheek, and seemed to sigh softly, "If you don't want to eat, don't eat, just let me stay."

The snowflakes outside the window were fluttering, hanging on the window and forming a layer of frost. Chi Baiwan stared blankly at the window grilles, not paying attention to Fu Sihan kissing back and forth on his neck, like a bloodthirsty beast, touching him with his teeth from time to time. his skin.

Bang bang bang!

The door was knocked.

Chi Baiwan came back to his senses and wanted to open the door, but Fu Sihan pressed him on the sofa, "I'll go."

Chi Baiwan looked at his back, clenched his fists and nestled on the sofa, hugging his knees, the pain in his heart made him bite his lips tightly and refused to say anything.

Such a gentle Fu Sihan is even stranger than the Fu Sihan who abused him before.

Fu Sihan opened the door, his indifferent tone was somewhat irritated: "Who is it?"

The visitor never expected that the person who opened the door would be Fu Sihan. Chi Baiwan saw the man take a sharp step back through the side of Fu Sihan's calf, and a ledger was thrown on the ground.

"Who are you? You are not a tenant here!"

It turned out to be the landlord.

Chi Baiwan walked over slowly. He was wearing shoes on one foot and the other was bare. Fu Sihan frowned and held his hand, "Go back to the house, don't catch a cold."

Chi Baiwan ignored him, and spoke to the landlord in a gentle tone, "Brother Zhao, what's wrong?"

The landlord, Lao Zhao, was obviously frightened by Fu Sihan, and he paused before saying, "Mr. Luan, I can no longer rent the house to you. Someone has offered a higher price. You know our agency is not easy to do, so please forgive me." Please forgive us—”

"Forgiveness?" Fu Sihan rubbed the center of his brows, his tone was already very impatient, and he didn't want to talk nonsense: "Who paid the money, name it."

The landlord subconsciously followed his words and said, "It's a man named Ling Zhi... No, why are you asking about this? What does this have to do with you?"

"I rent your house, and I will triple the amount he paid." Fu Sihan was already very displeased. He took out a piece of paper from the shoe cabinet in the entrance, took a pen, and wrote down an IOU and My own name, "Go to the Zhengqing service desk tomorrow to get the money."

The landlord took it in a daze, and then watched the door slam shut before his eyes.

"Who is this? So pushy? Who knows if it's a bad check?" The landlord glanced at the signature with disdain, and took a deep breath, "Fuck, Fu Sihan?"

He raised his head sharply, looked towards the darkened door, and murmured: "Triple times... I earned..."

Chi Baiwan lowered his head and coughed a few times, but was still choked by the cold air outside the door.

His voice has always been bad, a little hoarse, more gentle, but he can no longer sing.

His coughing was nothing, but Fu Sihan suppressed his hostility and rummaged around in the shoe cabinet, but he couldn't find a pair of cotton slippers.

Chi Baiwan didn't care what he was doing. He glanced at the clock, and when it was time to eat, he had a bad stomach, and it would hurt if he didn't eat.

Fu Sihan must have calculated the time well and blocked him in the corridor on purpose.

Chi Baiwan had no choice but to go to the kitchen and put on an apron to cook.

He chops vegetables and pats garlic, and his movements are still so proficient, but a lot slower. After a serious illness, his hands have not been so in control.

Fu Sihan did not know when he came behind him, quietly folded his arms and watched him cook, "Wanwan, I..."

Chi Baiwan interrupted him: "I cook for myself, I didn't bring yours."

Fu Sihan was startled at first, but instead of losing his temper, he came over and hugged his waist, "It's okay, I can smell your cooking and that's enough."

Chi Baiwan couldn't bear the sadness, closed his eyes, the knife missed his aim and almost cut his own finger, but when Fu Sihan grabbed the blade, blood flowed from his palm in an instant.

Fu Sihan: "Be careful."

Chi Baiwan was also stunned, the blood stained the vegetables red, he pursed his lips and didn't know what to do.

But Fu Sihan didn't mind. He put the knife back on the chopping board, and wiped his wound with a toilet paper as if nothing had happened. His movements were rough and he didn't care about the pain at all.

Chi Baiwan couldn't stand it anymore, turned around and left.

Fu Sihan lowered his eyes, and his back also looked very disappointed.

The wound was deep, and it might need stitches to heal. Fu Sihan had suffered many injuries, so he naturally refused to cry out the pain, so he just endured it by himself, letting the blood flow continuously, and the stubbornness came up again. .

He has to call this strength.

One minute later, Chi Baiwan came back.

"You have to die, go out and die, don't die in my house."

Chi Baiwan took the bandage and anti-inflammatory medicine, and under Fu Sihan's fiery eyes, he washed his wound with warm water with a sullen face.

The knife had just cut ginger, and if it was mixed in the wound, the pain would be doubled, so Fu Sihan didn't complain about the pain, and even smiled rarely.

"Wanwan—" Fu Sihan called him in a low voice, "You are still welcome."

"Don't be sentimental, even if a stranger is cut by a knife in my house, I will give him medicine." Chi Baiwan said coldly.

He applied medicine to Fu Sihan, wrapped the bandages, his thin white fingertips were flying, and Fu Sihan's eyeballs were about to fall off him. The passionate longing and possessiveness in his eyes made Chi Baiwan's back shudder. Ma, just want to run far away.

But Fu Sihan didn't let him go, hugged him tightly and said, "When I was at home, I was punished by my family to kneel down, and you gave me the medicine."

Chi Baiwan lowered his eyes: "Yes, not in the future."

Fu Sihan's breathing became heavy, and he kissed his earlobe eagerly, "It's okay, it's okay, just let me hold you, don't leave me again, I'm really not used to the days without you... Wanwan , late at night..."

Fu Sihan coaxed him patiently, exactly the same as five years ago, as soon as he let go of his superior tone, he would appear affectionate and considerate.

Chi Baiwan held back his sadness, and scolded himself for being mean for so many years. It turned out that Fu Sihan deliberately ignored him and stopped loving him.

"It's too late." Chi Baiwan said slowly.

Fu Sihan paused for three seconds and asked him, "Huh? What?"

Chi Baiwan shook his head, pushed him out, and continued cooking.

Fu Sihan just stood there waiting for him at the door of the kitchen. Chi Baiwan felt his scorching eyes staring straight at his back, walking back and forth, feeling uncomfortable, so he speeded up and prepared the meal.

Fu Sihan never cared about the work in the kitchen, but today he helped Chi Baiwan get the bowls and chopsticks, put them on the table, and waited for Chi Baiwan to come over.

Chi Baiwan brought a bowl of braised sparerib noodles, which was so fragrant that it would drive people crazy on a cold winter night.

Fu Sihan sniffed the bowl of noodles greedily, with a nostalgic expression on his face, Chi Baiwan lowered his head to eat the noodles, and really ignored him.

Fu Sihan just looked at him with his chin squinted, tilted his head, and stared at his mouth with indifferent eyebrows. Although it was pitch black and there was no call in the room, Chi Baiwan's mouth was glistening from the hot oil. , It seems to glow in the dark.

Fu Sihan's stomach growled in response to the occasion.

"Wanwan, I'm hungry."

"Ah."

"Wanwan, I had a meeting all day today, and I didn't eat a single meal."

"It's not my business."

Fu Sihan's hand touched his leg under the table, and he moved up, and said lightly, "Are you so cruel?"

Chi Baiwan couldn't take it anymore, he pushed the bowl, got up and left.

Fu Sihan looked at his back and didn't speak, but he didn't lose his temper with him either, but his aura suddenly sank and he fell into dead silence.

Chi Baiwan stood in front of the window, opened the snow outside the window, and tears fell down worthlessly.

How could this be?

He would rather Fu Sihan be less tempered towards him than pretend like he was the one to do it.

She obviously hurt him like that before, so why pretend now?She looks like she can't live without him, who is she affectionate for?

Fu Sihan didn't catch up, so he had to lower his head, and brought the bowl of noodles and chopsticks that Chi Baiwan had left into the kitchen.

clang-

Chi Baiwan heard the sound of Fu Sihan lifting the lid of the pot, closed his eyes, bit his lips, clenched his fists tightly, his eyes were wet again.

In the kitchen, Fu Sihan froze in place.

He saw a whole pot of braised pork rib noodles, the red pork ribs lying on the hot surface, steaming with a moving aroma, stirring Fu Sihan's heart alive, making his heart numb.

With his bandaged right hand, he picked up a piece of noodles with chopsticks. For some reason, his eyes were a little sour. He put the noodles in his mouth and tasted it. It was still a familiar taste, so delicious that it made people cry.

The injury on his right hand was throbbing with pain, and Fu Sihan's heart throbbed with it.

He ate the noodles with great care. He had eaten countless delicacies from mountains and seas in his life, but none of them was as precious as this bowl of noodles. Fu Sihan silently took Chi Baiwan's bowl and drank the whole pot of noodles including the soup clean up.

He knew that Chi Baiwan did not forgive him, and the scars between them were not so easy to remove.

Fu Sihan finished his noodles, walked out of the kitchen, and saw Chi Baiwan still standing in front of the window blowing the cold wind.

He walked over quickly, pulled Chi Baiwan over from the window, and called him in a low voice with red eyes: "Wanwan..."

"You go." Chi Baiwan coldly drove him away, "Before the snow falls heavily, otherwise if you don't go, I have to go."

"No, I'll go." Fu Sihan pushed him to the spot, held his thin shoulders, lowered his head, and kissed the corner of his eyes lightly.

There used to be a mole of tears in that place.

"Don't hide anymore, I will come to you again, let me treat you well, okay?"

Fu Sihan hugged him tightly, he saw that Chi Baiwan had just cried, his lips were bitten, and his mood was very unstable.

He has to leave.

Chi Baiwan closed the door behind him, went back to the room in a daze, threw himself into the quilt, covered his head, and felt an indescribable tired heart welling up in his heart.

It's too late, it's too late...

Fu Sihan went downstairs, stood downstairs and looked up, the room belonging to Chi Baiwan was lit with a faint light, it might be a candle, because Chi Baiwan liked to light candles and felt that the candlelight was very warm.

Fu Sihan stood like this in the snow. The snowy night was very cold, and the snowflakes hit his face very cold. Fu Sihan didn't care. He just put his hands in his pockets and looked at the room silently.

The snow drenched on the body is not as cold as the heavy rain.

"Master." Uncle Jiu came over with an umbrella and patted the snowflakes on his shoulders for him, "I don't know if I should say something or not."

"Speak." Fu Sihan said in a deep voice.

Uncle Jiu considered it for a while, "I heard that Mr. Chi has recently suffered from serious cyber violence, and he has been frequenting drugstores during this period, maybe his condition has worsened... He didn't tell you about this, did he?"

Fu Sihan hasn't paid attention to the Internet for a long time, and he is indeed very busy. His industry is at another new leap point. Recently, he even sleeps at night in the company to make do.

Including his film company, it was also because Chi Baiwan's movie was stopped that he had time to take care of it.

"What cyber violence?"

Fu Sihan narrowed his eyes, heightened his vigilance, and looked sideways at Lao Jiu, "Who is harassing him online?"