dislocation

When the first ray of sunlight leaked in in the morning, He Zhishu woke up. He concentrated on looking at Jiang Wenxu's face. After a few days of ignorance, He Zhishu's spirit finally improved.

He Zhishu raised his hand and placed it above Jiang Wenxu's eyes, shielding him from the glare of the sun.He Zhishu counted Jiang Wenxu's eyelashes, and Jiang Wenxu woke up when he counted 110 and five.

"Wake up so early." A soft kiss fell on He Zhishu's forehead.

"It's getting late, it's almost 07:30." He Zhishu glanced at the clock on the wall, and buried his head in Jiang Wenxu's arms, like a cat coquettish to its master.

Jiang Wenxu reached out and rubbed He Zhishu's stomach, and rubbed his chin on the top of his head.

"Does your head still hurt?"

Zhishu He shook his head against Jiang Wenxu's chest.

"Does your arm still hurt?"

Shaking his head.

"Still disgusting—"

He Zhishu turned over and pressed Jiang Wenxu under him, slowly raised his head, and looked at Jiang Wenxu. "Brother, shall I discuss something with you?"

"Say." Jiang Wenxu pulled up the quilt that Zhishu He had overturned, covered him up again, and circled Zhishu He with crossed fingers.

"We've been in the hospital for a few days."

"Five days."

"Oh, it's been five days. How's the weather today?"

"it is good."

"Where's the sun?"

"it is good."

"Let's go home and see, okay?"

"it is good."

"you said!"

"I said—I've got to ask the doctor."

When I got home this time, several jasmine plants in the glass greenhouse had already bloomed, and the small flowers were adorned on the branches, like little snow-white cotton candy.

"Xiaoshu, let's go upstairs to the balcony, the sun is warmer." Although I told my aunt to disinfect the greenhouse yesterday, Jiang Wenxu can't take He Zhishu's risk now, the mold and bacteria in the soil are all It is possible to infect him.

"I won't grow any longer..." Zhishu He poured water on Jasmine with a watering can, and looked back at Jiang Wenxu, who was wearing a mask and only had a pair of big eyes outside. "Brother Jiang, when do you think they will all be opened?"

Jiang Wenxu took the water bottle: "Honey, let's stop watering it? I'm afraid they won't be able to wait for the flowers to bloom if we keep watering it." He opened a pack of medical wipes and wiped He Zhishu's hands carefully.

"Ah?! Well...but they're limp." After finishing speaking, he leaned on Jiang Wenxu's body limply.

Jiang Wenxu hugged He Zhishu's slender waist, and put his chin on He Zhishu's shoulder. "They haven't woken up yet, let's go out and don't disturb them, okay?

It is obvious that the words are to lie to children, but they are very useful to the current He Zhishu. "Okay then, let's not bother them."

He Zhishu removed the hands on Jiang Wenxu's shoulders, and Jiang Wenxu led He Zhishu out of the greenhouse.

"Is baby hungry?"

"Nope."

"What do you want for lunch?"

"Vegetable porridge."

"Okay, let's eat vegetable porridge today."

"you do."

"Okay, I'll do it."

Without high-intensity chemotherapy and the tense atmosphere in the hospital, He Zhishu did relax a lot, and his sleep quality improved a lot. When Jiang Wenxu went to the yard to collect a few quilts, He Zhishu had already fallen asleep on the sofa up.

Jiang Wenxu put the quilt on the table, and carefully carried He Zhishu upstairs.The quilt that had been exposed to the sun was fluffy and warm, and He Zhishu couldn't help but burrowed into the quilt in his sleep, his head retracted into the quilt.

The curtains were half drawn, enough to block He Zhishu from the afternoon sun.Jiang Wenxu pulled down the quilt a little to ensure that He Zhishu would not be bored.Afterwards, he took out the painting album in the cabinet, and carefully sketched He Zhishu's eyebrows and eyes.

night--

"Hmm...Brother Jiang." After He Zhishu opened his eyes, he stared at the clock on the wall in a daze. He didn't recover until Jiang Wenxu walked in front of him.

Jiang Wenxu helped He Zhishu up, handed him a cup of warm water, looked at He Zhishu's flushed face, and touched He Zhishu's forehead worriedly.

"Is the baby sleeping well? How stupid." Jiang Wenxu took the empty cup and put it on the bedside table.

"Ah--I... I slept all afternoon?!" The clock on the wall had already pointed to eight o'clock, and Zhishu He turned his head and looked at Jiang Wenxu mournfully. "Brother Jiang, why don't you call me!"

"Baby sleeps so soundly, I can't bear to disturb you, okay?" Jiang Wenxu adjusted the position of the pillow again. "Is this any better?"

"Ah."

"Is baby hungry?"

He Zhishu thought for a while, a very familiar sentence.

"Hmm...Brother Jiang, I think I'm about to be turned into a pig by you." After speaking, he rolled his eyes and added: "No, no, you are the one, you belong to the pig."

Jiang Wenxu gently pinched He Zhishu's cheek: "You're not, I am. Otherwise, you wouldn't grow any flesh."

A round of Emei moon hangs in the dark night sky, and the cold moonlight shines on the house, and the laughter and laughter in the house are gradually hidden in this silent night.He Zhishu, who slept too much during the day, couldn't sleep at night, so he asked Jiang Wenxu to tell him a story. Within an hour, He Zhishu really fell asleep.

"Baby, look, what time is it?" Jiang Wenxu finally let Xiao Jiang go, and stopped talking about his "great achievements".

He Zhishu got up from Jiang Wenxu's arms in a daze, looked sideways at the clock on the wall, the hour and minute hands both pointed to twelve, and a new day began again, He Zhishu thought.

"twelve--"

When He Zhishu turned his head, Jiang Wenxu went up to meet him, kissed He Zhishu, and separated from him again, his gaze fell directly into He Zhishu's heart.

"Baby Xiaoshu, happy birthday...Thank you for giving me your best years..." Jiang Wenxu looked at He Zhishu's thin face, and the past ten years passed before his eyes like a lantern, tears It fell down unconsciously.

After He Zhishu was stunned for a few seconds, he also laughed and cried: "Brother Jiang...Thank you..."

Jiang Wenxu reached out and turned off the light, leaving only a small night light.The dim and ambiguous light shone down, as if it was the love that had turned into reality, covering them, and before they knew it, they kissed together again.Jiang Wenxu slowly hugged He Zhishu tightly, and the kiss became deeper and deeper.He Zhishu grabbed Jiang Wenxu's front and responded to Jiang Wenxu, tears welled up in his eyes again.

"Little book..."

"Brother Jiang..."

After the affectionate and passionate kiss was over, He Zhishu's head sank even further, and in a blur, he felt Jiang Wenxu's hot kiss on his forehead again.

"Good night, baby." Jiang Wenxu's breath was obviously unstable, he was suppressing something.

He Zhishu unbuttoned his pajamas, groped for Jiang Wenxu's hand, stuck it on his waist, and looked up at Jiang Wenxu.

"Brother Jiang... you want me..."

He said.

Jiang Wenxu lowered his head and kissed He Zhishu's wet eyelids, took his hands away from He Zhishu's waist, and rubbed his head. "Hey, sleep."

He Zhishu lowered his head, saw his mottled and thin body, felt wronged, and said sullenly:

"...then I'll turn off the light..."

"Fool..." Jiang Wenxu heard it, He Zhishu thought he disliked him, so Jiang Wenxu gave He Zhishu buttoned his clothes one by one. "Baby, brother can't bear to..."

After He Zhishu heard this sentence, the previous sadness seemed to turn into a hot current that enveloped his heart, which was extremely warm.

"It's okay, you want me..." He Zhishu raised his head, his eyes filled with smiles.

Snapped--

Jiang Wenxu also turned off the night light.

"Why don't you just kill me."

Zhishu He laughed again, rubbing against Jiang Wenxu's arms.

"Well... Brother Jiang...but—" he replied.

"Talk about with me again, I'll finish the cake I made tomorrow by myself!"

"Ah?! You did it?"

"Well, I did."

"Hee hee, good night, Brother Jiang."

"Baby book, sweetheart book, good night..."

"what--"

"Good night, don't talk anymore."

He Zhishu lightly bumped Jiang Wenxu's chest with his head as a protest.

early morning--

Jiang Wenxu followed the doctor's advice and thought that He Zhishu should not eat too sweet and too greasy food, so at first Jiang Wenxu planned to make He Zhishu a mille-feuille with less butter.As a result, when it was officially implemented, the layers became thicker and thicker, and finally Jiang Wenxu made five layers of muffins that could barely be stacked into a cake shape.He insisted on stacking the top layer with fruits, but He Zhishu, who was lying on the dining table, finally couldn't sit still, and stopped him.

"Brother - really don't add it, it will look good with a mint tip."

"Ah? Really? Why do I think adding some fruit will make it more lively, it looks so deserted." Jiang Wenxu held a plate of fruit and looked around at the five-layer cake in front of him—no, thousand-layer cake, blueberry, Strawberries and raisins rolled on the plate chaotically following Jiang Wenxu's movements.

He Zhishu took his plate, ate it with a spoon, and said vaguely while eating: "Then... Brother Jiang, you... put a word on it?"

"Hey, yes, baby, you are so smart." Jiang Wenxu gave He Zhishu an appreciative glance.

"whee."

"Wait—" Jiang Wenxu, who was pouring the jam into the piping bag, suddenly stopped.

"Ah?" He Zhishu looked at Jiang Wenxu suspiciously, opened his mouth slightly, and forgot to chew the blueberries in his mouth.

"Did you rinse your mouth before eating?" Jiang Wenxu cast a sharp look.

"No—I'll rinse right away!" After He Zhishu swallowed the blueberries, he took the cup beside him and rinsed his mouth with a gurgling grunt.

"There's no next time?" Jiang Wenxu smiled at Zhishu He, and continued to pour the jam.

"Uh-uh--" Zhishu He answered confusedly with water in his mouth.

A few minutes later.Jiang Wenxu pulled He Zhishu to the cake, proudly showing He Zhishu the cake he made.Jiang Wenxu drew a big love heart with blueberry jam on the cake, with their names written in the heart and "HAPPY BIRTHDAY" underneath.

"..."

After He Zhishu looked at it for a few seconds, he turned his head to look at Jiang Wenxu with a smug expression. "Brother Jiang, it's my birthday, why did you write your name on it?"

He Zhishu couldn't see Jiang Wenxu's careful thinking, he was just teasing him on purpose.

"What's wrong with the name of the cake I made?" Jiang Wenxu has such a thick skin, how could he be molested by He Zhishu.

"Well, it makes sense." Zhishu He nodded to Jiang Wenxu.

"Sit down, little book, and we'll have dinner right away." Jiang Wenxu cleaned up the table and pushed the cake to He Zhishu's seat.

He Zhishu wiped off the flour on Jiang Wenxu's face with his fingers. "Brother Jiang has worked hard."

"It's so sweet." Jiang Wenxu kissed He Zhishu on the cheek before entering the kitchen.

This is the No. 15 birthday that Jiang Wenxu has celebrated with He Zhishu. He has never been absent since he was 17 years old.No matter what their situation is, Jiang Wenxu will prepare a cake, a candle, and a meal for He Zhishu, just like now.

He Zhishu closed his eyes and made a wish, Jiang Wenxu's deep singing voice lingered in his ears, there was no one else but the two of them.

——May the people I love and those who love me be free from disease, less sorrow, and happy forever.

——May I be able to see his life going well, to see him happy and healthy, and to see his hair full of glory.

——May...may each year's Jasmine be as brilliant as that year...

He Zhishu opened his eyes, blew out the candle in front of him, and the green smoke quickly dissipated in the room with He Zhishu's wish.

"Baby, happy birthday." Jiang Wenxu pushed the gift in front of He Zhishu and said softly.

He Zhishu took the gift and looked at Jiang Wenxu expectantly, like every birthday, then Jiang Wenxu said with a smile: "Take it apart."

He Zhishu carefully untied the ribbon on the box, paused for a few seconds, and then opened the box.

Inside is a red real estate certificate.He Zhishu opened the real estate certificate, and there was a house key hidden inside. When He Zhishu picked up the key, he caught a glimpse of two names on the title holder of the real estate certificate——

"Jiang Wenxu, He Zhishu" met his gaze with tears in his eyes.

Jiang Wenxu added He Zhishu's name to the house on the Fourth Ring Road.That is the home jointly owned by Jiang Wenxu and He Zhishu. Every piece of floor, every piece of wallpaper, and every piece of furniture in it was personally selected by them. They poured too much effort and affection into it. s home.

When He Zhishu looked up, Jiang Wenxu had already walked in front of him, holding his face with his hands, and slowly squatted down.

"Baby, I'm wrong, I'm an asshole..." Before Jiang Wenxu had time to wipe He Zhishu's tears away, he began to cry himself.

He remembered that day, he hit his most precious He Zhishu, and that wasn't the first time he hit him.He misunderstood that He Zhishu and Ai Ziyu were having an affair, and he abused He Zhishu without hesitation. He took the trust that He Zhishu had given him as a sharp weapon to hurt He Zhishu, and he let He Zhishu go clean. Hu...he told He Zhishu to get out...

Jiang Wenxu, why do people change, why?

He Zhishu bent down, put his forehead against Jiang Wenxu's, and wiped Jiang Wenxu's tears with his slender fingers.

"Brother Jiang..."

"Little book... no matter where you go, baby... you have to remember to go home, I have been waiting for you at home..."

The ordinary years are like sharp knives, it pierced all the flowers and moons, it scratched the clearest face of the young man, the blood that flowed out condensed into the ugliest scar, and wrapped the cleanest heart.Unrecognizable, he was lost in the falsehood of sensuality, and then, fate threatened that person to tear open his scar.In the end, there was nothing but that person on the bloody heart.Finally, he recognized his heart and became the original boy again.

"……it is good."

After all, we are just a mustard seed in the vast world, and we may disappear in this world with a slight wind blowing. We are powerless to resist the teasing of fate, and we are unable to resist life and death.But, my dear, no matter how hard the journey, no matter how far away you are, as long as you are still there -

I will definitely go home.

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