Idol's Repayment

The moon outside the window hides behind the clouds at some point, and the moonlight is like migrating geese, fluttering away from the floor and disappearing.The non-stop wind finally calmed down, and the curtains that had been swishing slightly swayed twice, hanging down, and no longer fluttering.All of a sudden, everything became quiet, so quiet that only the sound of his own heartbeat was left in Zheng Tongmu's ears, which was booming.

He lowered his head to look at Yang Qin.The man who was sleeping soundly rolled up the blanket and turned half over, lay on his back, poked his furry head out from under the fluffy blanket, and after making a small nasal sound of "嘻", his breathing slowly became long again .

Zheng Tongmu sat down, sitting between the dancing notes and the sleeping Yang Qin, looking at his sleeping face for a long, long time.He remembered when he was 13 years old.

It was also a season of early spring, exactly the same as now.That afternoon, he was sitting on the hospital bed in a daze, smelling the smell of the soil after being warmed by the sun, and feeling the temperature of a thin layer of sweat on his palms.Ah, spring is coming, he thought, when he heard a knock on the door.

Two years ago, he found that there was a hazy shadow in his vision, which gradually became more and more blurred, and finally one day, he could not see at all.Blindness became the last straw that overwhelmed his so-called "home".He ends up in the hospital, only to become an essentially abandoned child.His parents would only resort to violence and cold violence against each other, and to him, a child who bound them and had to continue to torture each other, there were only endless beatings, scolding and neglect.Since then, he has only seen their money and never seen their people again.

His attending doctor came in with a nurse and greeted him.He heard them draw the curtains, the sun disappeared from their palms, and the room seemed to have turned cold all of a sudden.He was very familiar with this step, and thought it was another dressing change, but after the doctor took off the gauze, he didn't put a new one on him for a long time.

Seeing that he was still in a daze, the doctor patted him on the shoulder and said kindly: "It's time, open your eyes."

The thing wrapped around his head for a year disappeared, and he was still a little unaccustomed to it, feeling a chill in his head.It came too fast, and he didn't have time to think about what to do if he opened his eyes and there was still eternal darkness in front of him.He just listened numbly to the doctor's instructions, opened his eyes cautiously, instinctively blinked a little uneasily, and then blinked again, feeling that tears had covered the eyeballs with a film, making them wet.

A light lit up in front of my eyes.Slowly, he saw clearly the fat doctor's shiny bald head in the dark room, the long magenta skirt exposed under the white dress of the nurse's eldest sister, and the exact same nervous expression on their faces.

A warm current slowly traveled from the stiff hands and feet to the whole body—ah, can I see, is this true, yes, really, I can really see.

"I, I can see..." he murmured.

He finally regained his light.

The elder sister of the nurse stepped forward and hugged him, almost weeping with joy.He didn't dare to get angry, for fear that a big move would scare away the brightness in front of him, so he carefully turned his head from side to side, wanting to take a good look at the ward that he had lived in for a year but had never seen with his own eyes.In the happy atmosphere of the room, he saw the painting on the low cabinet beside the bed.

It is him in the painting, sitting on a chair and looking up at the window - this is what he did most during his blind period. Although he couldn't see, he still tried to see. Try to fly.The only difference from the previous one is that the person in the painting is not wrapped in gauze, and what he uses to look at the tall tree outside the window is a pair of big and bright eyes.

Looking into those eyes, his tears rolled down without warning.There was no sobbing and crying, but the flow quietly covered the whole face, and the heart was as clear as if it had been washed by water.

From today onwards, I will be a new me, and I will live a good life, he said to himself in the painting.

The author of that painting is now in front of him, wondering if he had some kind of sweet dream, showing a foolish smile.Zheng Tongmu looked at him and laughed too.

Everything is fate, he thought.He was just bored and went to browse his super chat. When he kept flipping down the page with his thumb, three paintings flashed across the screen.In only 0.5 seconds, they almost burned a hole in Paulownia's retina.He hurriedly went back to click on the big picture, and he recognized it almost immediately.Yes, the signature in the lower right corner of the screen is the one he has stared at tens of thousands of times, and there is almost no difference from the one ten years ago except that it is more chic and smooth.

He found it.

He finally found it.

At that moment, his tears rolled down, just like when he was 13 years old and saw the painting with his own eyes for the first time.

Thank goodness.

He prayed devoutly in his heart, bent down, and printed his lips on the lips of the Sleeping Beauty in front of him, carrying with him layers of secret and unspoken thoughts.

Nostrils intertwined, and the warm body temperature continuously penetrated from the tightly pressed lips to the limbs.There seemed to be a breath of mint around the tip of his nose. He stuck out his tongue curiously, licked it, and then licked it again. He tasted the faint mint aroma of the lip balm on Yang Qin's mouth.

The moon poked its head out from behind the clouds and sprinkled the clear light on the earth again.Tong Mu licked the smell of mint off Yang Qin's lips, straightened up and took out his own lip balm from his pocket, and leaned down to apply it carefully under the moonlight.

The upper lip in front of me looks like a bow, and the corners of the lips are slightly raised when not smiling. It is a natural smiling lip; the lower lip is round and full, and the lines are smoothed by lipstick, making it look more delicious.He patiently traced the shape of his lips, wiping them bit by bit, savoring the soft touch just now.

It was a bit of a mistake, he thought, and he really wanted to eat it again.

The first time I kissed him secretly was in the car, and I knew the taste by eating the marrow. After that, Tong Mu wanted to steal the fragrance again, and I thought about it for a long, long time.Wanting more and more, he was afraid that one day he would no longer be able to control himself.Putting the lid on the lipstick, he leaned closer and smelled it again, well, now the two lips in front of him exude the same smell as his own, as if they just exchanged a wet kiss, contaminating each other's breath.

He raised his head contentedly, facing Yang Qin's exceptionally clear gaze under the moonlight.

……

They just looked at each other quietly without speaking.The room was silent, and Zheng Tongmu's mind went blank for a moment, and he suddenly felt that this scene of peaceful staring at each other seemed to be an illusion.It was Yang Qin who broke the illusion. He moved his arms to lift off the blanket on his body, got up quickly, and was about to walk over Zheng Tongmu towards the door.

Tongmu grabbed his hand.

Yang Qin was dragged staggeringly by him, so frightened that Tong Mu quickly withdrew his strength, but he didn't let go. Yang Qin struggled twice, but didn't break free.

"Don't go..." Tongmu lowered his voice, with a hint of pleading in his tone.

"...I, want, go, toilet, toilet..."

Tong Mu quickly let go of his hand as if being pricked by a needle, said sorry repeatedly, got up and followed Yang Qin like a follower, watching him really enter the bathroom.Seeing the door slam shut in front of him, followed by the sound of the lock being locked, Tong Mu immediately collapsed on the ground like a deflated ball, lying on his back at the door of the bathroom.

Fleeing into the bathroom, Yang Qin locked it with his backhand, slipped along the door and fell to the ground.

In fact, he had already woken up when Zheng Tongmu opened the door and came in.The blanket was very warm, and although the mind was awake, the limbs were still asleep.He was wrapped in the thick night, and he didn't bother to move. He just opened his eyes and looked at the homeowner who was staring at the wall in a daze. He told himself that Zheng Tongmu had returned home, and then closed his eyes in peace of mind, feeling sleepy soon.

When he almost fell into a deep sleep again, an uninvited guest suddenly broke into his hazy consciousness.Something soft touched his lips, it was warm and exuded a sour-sweet smell, like the candied haws he ate when he was a child.Softness and warmth were intertwined around his lips, and suddenly something wet licked him, and then licked again, wandering around.If he didn't wake up at this time, he would be in a vegetable state. It took him five seconds to realize what was happening now, and he was stunned on the spot.

The only living thing in this room other than him that can kiss his lips is Zheng Tongmu.

Only when all sense of touch retreated did he dare to open his eyes quietly.

It was his idol, the star singer who was shining like the sun on the stage and in the hearts of thousands of boys and girls, sitting beside him at this moment, bathed in the moonlight like water, and was touching his pocket with his head down.Yang Qin couldn't tell what he felt for a while, he felt that all his reason had been licked away by Zheng Tongmu, and there was nothing left.He stared blankly at Tongmu as if petrified, until Tongmu turned around and looked back and closed his eyes reflexively.

Tongmu didn't seem to notice that he was awake.Closing his eyes in the dark, the sound of fabric rubbing in his ears was infinitely amplified. It seemed that a long time had passed, and it seemed that only a second had passed. Yang Qin felt like a fish lying on a chopping board. He didn't know that Zheng Tongmu What are you doing, what are you going to do.He grabbed the blanket under him, churned it tight, relaxed it, churned it tighter again.

Only he didn't think about interrupting all of this, he just closed his eyes and even breathed lightly.

First the sweet and sour taste, heavier than before, landed on his lips.The air above the nose is mingled with the burning breath of the other.Fingers, fingers, lightly pressed the corners of his lips, and slowly rubbed along the shape of his lips, inch by inch, with an extremely vivid touch.His heart couldn't help trembling, along with his eyelashes, Adam's apple, and his whole body.He couldn't help but opened his eyes, and saw Zheng Tongmu's amber pupils.

What to do... He buried his head in the palm of his hand and rubbed it vigorously.Ask him why he did this?Or pretend nothing happened? ... No, the most urgent question now is, how will he get out of this door?What expression should he use to face him?What kind of voice should I use to speak to him?

Countless question marks stuck the gears of rational operation, and Yang Qin found that he had no way to think.He raised his hand to touch the corner of his lips, his fingers and lips trembled involuntarily, and the memory kept flashing back to the scene just now, the moist touch lingering on his lips.

"...Yang Qin?"

Through the door, he heard Zheng Tongmu calling his name.