captive joint

When Shao Jun woke up, he found himself on the canopy bed in that dark bedroom again, and Yao Yingyan was sitting by the bed, watching him silently.

He wasn't surprised by this, but rather indifferent as expected.

Seeing that Shao Jun woke up, Yao Yingyan didn't speak up on his own initiative like the previous few times, he still stared at Shao Jun motionlessly like a statue without saying a word.

Shao Jun turned his head to the side and also just looked at him without saying a word.

The two of them looked at each other as if they were in a boring contest of whoever speaks first loses.

However, there will always be losers.

"Am I not as good as him?" Yao Yingyan threw endless questions at Shao Jun.

Shao Jun shook his head.

"Jun Jun, do you know how to…" Yao Yingyan grabbed the edge of the bed and asked cautiously with trembling hands.

But before he finished speaking, Shao Jun ruthlessly interrupted: "I'm sorry."

Yao Yingyan slowly let go of his hands, he lowered his head, his voice was almost inaudible: "No need to apologize...it's not your fault, Junjun."

Seeing Yao Yingyan like this, Shao Jun couldn't help feeling a little unbearable.But at the same time, he understood that the intolerance at this time might allow Yao Yingyan to maintain hope for a few days, but how cruel it would be to himself.

All stories, good or bad, must come to an end.

He sighed softly, pretending not to notice Yao Yingyan's depression, and planned to get out of bed after throwing off the quilt.Suddenly, he realized that the chains on his ankles were no longer there, so he couldn't help blurting out: "Aren't there no chains this time?"

"It can't lock you up." Yao Yingyan got up and handed Shao Jun a long nightgown.

Shao Jun stared at the long nightgown that resembled a women's nightdress and was trimmed with lace, and thanked him with a strange expression.

"I thought it was burned together in that fire." Shao Jun looked thoughtfully at this dress that should actually be called a nightgown, and murmured softly.

Unexpectedly, Yao Yingyan still heard it. He turned his face and explained dryly: "I found it in the studio."

"While talking about my misdemeanor, I even hid it. I haven't found where it is at home. It turned out that he hid it in the studio." Shao Jun seemed to be recalling some interesting memory, and the corner of his mouth involuntarily curled up. Smiling, but he realized what was wrong after he finished speaking, and apologized to Yao Yingyan in a low voice.

Yao Yingyan shook his head, his brows and eyes were full of confusion: "Junjun, I..."

However, Shao Jun seemed to ignore Yao Yingyan's expression, and while putting on his nightgown, he asked casually, "What season is it outside?"

"Yes..." Yao Yingyan's eyes flickered, he paused for a long time, and then said with relief, "It's autumn."

"What month?" Shao Jun asked.

"October," Yao Yingyan replied.

"What's the date?" Shao Jun asked again.

"..." Yao Yingyan's lips opened and closed, but he didn't utter a word.

"Brother, what date is it today?" Shao Jun noticed something from Yao Yingyan's silence, and asked again.

"2...0" a date was squeezed out from Yao Yingyan's mouth with difficulty.

"That's one more day." Shao Jun quickly walked towards the door.The hem of the nightgown that almost fell to the floor fluttered lightly, occasionally revealing Shao Jun's beautiful calf like porcelain.

He stopped suddenly when he came to the door, turned around and asked, "Is the door of the studio locked?"

At this moment, it is clear that Shao Jun is standing in the shadow of the edge of the candlelight, and Yao Yingyan is closer to the candlestick, but when Shao Jun looks at Yao Yingyan, he feels as if he is standing alone in the darkness, with deep despair lingering around him. Disperse.

They always have to be separated.

Although Shao Jun felt guilty in his heart, they were cleared up, and he didn't regret it.

"No." A weak voice came from the other side of the bedroom, "Jun Jun..."

"Is there anything else? Brother?" Shao Jun opened the door and was about to walk out.

"Would you...would you like...have some lunch." Yao Yingyan walked quickly, reaching out to grab Shao Jun who had already walked out of the bedroom door, but when his fingers were about to touch Shao Jun's sleeve snapped back.

Shao Jun was stunned.

"Brother, I have no sense of taste or pain."

Doesn't he know?No, for sure.

There was a kind of groundless certainty in Shao Jun's heart.

"But you can...choose...you can recover yourself!" Yao Yingyan suddenly roared loudly.

Shao Jun didn't answer, he paused for a while, and saw the monster with a bandaged head in his field of vision, had appeared at the door of the studio, waiting for him quietly.Although it was calm, Shao Jun could feel that it was blaming him.

He glanced at Yao Yingyan, then walked towards the monster.

At this time, Yao Yingyan's pleading call came from behind him again: "Jun Jun..."

Shao Jun had already walked to the door of the studio. At this time, his fingers touched the iron door, but he stopped abruptly, turned around and asked, "Forget it, what do you have for lunch?"

"Ah?" Yao Yingyan's eyes widened, and there was nothing on his face that did not reveal his inner surprise.

"Brother?" Shao Jun turned back to the door of the bedroom and walked up to Yao Yingyan.

"I'll make it now, what do you want to eat?" Yao Yingyan subconsciously replied as if awakened from a dream.The expression on the face seemed to be crying, but also seemed to be smiling, and the whole face was wrinkled together.

"You can figure it out." Shao Jun replied impatiently, avoiding his eyes.

Shao Jun thought, his heart softened.

After he followed Yao Yingyan into the kitchen, he just nestled in the rattan chair he had been staying in, quietly waiting for the lunch Yao Yingyan made.

Although the sunshine in autumn and October is not as warm as summer, it is still full of heat.He held up his hands to the sun.Regardless of the left hand or the right hand, the fingers are long and slender, and the skin is as white and clear as fine porcelain, which will never belong to a patient who has suffered severe burns.

When I knew about the fire, I should have noticed it long ago.

Shao Jun put down his hands and looked at Yao Yingyan who was busy in front of the stove with his back turned to him.

Are you soft-hearted?

He himself didn't know why he was soft-hearted.

Is it a habit after getting along with each other every day, or has my heart changed a bit?

Shao Jun's heart was in turmoil.

When he woke up this time, it was probably because the time had come, or because he had seen something he shouldn't have seen, and his fragmented memory had recovered in sevens and eighties.

He has always hated someone intervening to control him, but for Yao Yingyan, who he once used, his bottom line has repeatedly retreated.

Could it be because of being trapped in this body?

Shao Jun thought wildly, searching for the reason.

Yao Yingyan took a long time to make a bowl of nostalgic cabbage noodles.

The cabbage was wrapped in shredded pork and lay limply between the rice-white noodles. The noodles had been cooked for too long, and it was impossible to tell where the noodles were and where the soup was.

Although it looked like it made people lose their appetite, Shao Jun knew that the taste of this bowl was not bad.

He remembered that when he was sick and uncomfortable, someone would always make such a bowl of delicious and easy-to-digest noodles for him.

That person is sometimes Yao Yingyi and sometimes Yao Yingyan.But thinking about it carefully, it seems that the latter is more, after all, the eldest brother's cooking skills may not be as good as his own.

Did he have feelings for him from that time on?

Shao Jun smiled at Yao Yingyan, thanked him again, took the chopsticks from Yao Yingyan, and swallowed the bowl of tasteless food without making a sound.During this period, Yao Yingyan sat beside him, constantly persuading him to eat slowly, but there is no permanent banquet in the world, let alone a small bowl of noodle soup.

He glanced at the bottom of the small bowl, put down his chopsticks, picked up the hot towel prepared by Yao Yingyan, wiped his mouth, stood up and planned to leave.

Yao Yingyan then stood up, grabbed his wrist, forced a smile and asked, "What time is dinner?"

"Brother," Shao Jun wanted to say that you don't have to wait for me, but in the end he couldn't bear it anymore, "you can eat first, just leave some for me."

After finishing speaking, he entered the studio without looking back.