Old Chinese medicine and small vendors

Wen Cheng stood in the bathroom fumbling for ten minutes, but there was still no hot water.

He smashed the shower, and chose the latter between looking for the front desk and taking a shower.

Now even if he was asked to walk an extra centimeter, he would feel tired.

Wen Cheng took a deep breath, and the cold water on Jiuyuetian's upper body directly drenched him awake.

He took a combat shower, put on a T-shirt and pants, ran out to turn on the air conditioner before he could unzip the zipper, only to find someone when he opened the door? !

Wen Cheng was stunned for a second, then suddenly remembered the "roommate" who shared a room with him.

The other party was leaning against the wall at the head of the bed, wearing a pure black hoodie, propped his elbows on his thighs, and buried his head down.

"Hello." Out of politeness, Wen Cheng greeted the person, but just after saying two words, she began to cough.

He glanced around the room, and found that the remote control of the air conditioner was at the person's hand, so he begged, "Turn up the temperature, please."

"En." The other party responded quickly, stretching his arms to get the remote control.

Beep, beep, three beeps in a row.

A gust of hot wind blew onto Wen Cheng's head, his hair brushed across his eyelids, itching slightly, but no one paid attention.

Wen Cheng pressed his hand to the corner of his mouth extremely slowly, but his whole body was still trembling uncontrollably.

He opened his mouth, his voice was abnormally hoarse, as if he was sick, and he spoke intermittently in tatters: "Shou... should... Yan Yu?"

He recognized it with just one arm and an indistinct figure from the back.

The black shadow stood up abruptly as if the fixing spell had been lifted, lifted his hat and turned to look at him.

There is three meters between the two, which is a very safe distance.

But Wen Cheng felt a little danger.

After Ying Yanyu stood up, he didn't move in a hurry, he still held the remote control in one hand, and asked him in a low voice: "Why are you here, come to me? Or..." He swallowed the rest of the words go back.

Because Wen Cheng pressed his fist to his mouth, his eyes were red from coughing.

"Wen Cheng..." Ying Yanyu stepped forward with two long legs, compared his hands in the air in a funny way, and finally supported the opponent's shoulder.

"I didn't...cough...cough cough..." Seeing him coming, Wen Cheng quickly turned his face.

But the lights in the house were still on.

The warm orange color shone on the bruised and bloody mouth all over his face and hands, which was shocking.

Ying Yanyu's hand pinching his shoulder began to tighten, until the knuckles turned white.

Wen Cheng could hear the child's dull and depressed breathing.

He suddenly thought of something and looked up at him: "What are you doing here?"

"Did you see me in the park that day?" Ying Yanyu also asked, "But you didn't come to see me, why?"

Wen Cheng pushed him away, and while retreating, the trousers hanging on his waist slipped slightly, revealing the bruises on his waist. He reached out to lift it, but his wrist was grabbed.

"What?"

Ying Yanyu choked him, and asked him with a kind of craziness that was almost obsessed: "Why? Why can Xie Xu'an protect you, but I can only watch, I dare not go out, I caused you, but you Don't come to me anymore, are you disappointed, Wen Cheng, are you disappointed in me?"

Wen Cheng gripped his wrist, but because of his elbow injury, he couldn't use his strength to push him away, so he could only warn: "Relax, pinch so hard, do you really think I'm not made of meat?"

"Answer me!" Ying Yanyu pushed his hands inward and brought him towards him, "Are you disappointed in me?"

Wen Cheng felt that she was too sleepy, but her energy was not good, and her anger was even higher than usual!

"What the hell are you talking about! Who the hell put me on the blacklist and ignored me!"

"I didn't! I dare not!" Ying Yanyu replied confidently.

Wen Cheng: "...cough."

After Ying Yanyu finished speaking, the roots of his ears turned red, but he still persistently sought the answer: "Why didn't you come to me...why... orange..."

The familiar tone and address rang in his ears, and half of Wen Cheng's face went numb.

He took a deep breath, met the child's aggrieved eyes, and smiled angrily: "Can I go? I am just like this, the wound has been treated, and you will go crazy when you see it! I passed in such a miserable state. Looking for you, can you bear it! You also know that I was hurt because of you!"

Ying Yanyu immediately let go.

He clenched his back teeth, and his eye sockets were suddenly covered with water vapor.

Wen Cheng felt numb, glanced away, looked at the extra army green messenger bag on the bed, and said softly: "I'm quite confident, so I think..."

"You really like me." These words were whispered.

"So I didn't go to you, because I was afraid that you would feel uncomfortable watching it. If you had suffered these injuries, I would feel sorry for you too. It's the same. I don't blame you, let alone your mother. How should I say it? Really tricked my good son..."

The moment Wen Cheng raised his eyes, Ying Yan Yu knelt down.

The figures intertwined, and there was a bang!

It seemed that the heart that had been hanging for many days fell to the ground heavily, making Wen Cheng's eyelids twitch.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Ying Yanyu knelt at his feet, held his hands, and was defeated by his soft comfort.

He couldn't hold on anymore, he was in love, he really wanted Wen Cheng to forgive him, he really wanted to hug Wen Cheng, so much.

"Get up." Wen Cheng raised his arm, but he hissed in pain.

Ying Yanyu quickly let go, and kept repeating "I'm sorry".

"Can't get up?" Wen Cheng said, "Then you can kneel."

Leave when you're done.

Ying Yanyu lowered his head slightly, and really continued to kneel.

But he didn't expect that the next second, Wen Cheng sat in front of him, put his arms on his knees, buried his face, and was about to fall asleep.

"Don't, don't sleep here." Ying Yan Yu stretched out his hand at a loss, but didn't dare to put it down.

Wen Cheng ignored him.

Ying Yanyu stared at him sideways in ecstasy, still apologizing: "I'm sorry for hurting you, I'm sorry for saying those words, I'm sorry, you can kill me..."

Hearing this, Wen Cheng looked at him suddenly: "You said I was hanging on to you."

"No! You hang on to me, I am willing for the rest of my life!" Ying Yan Yu humbled and earnestly said, "You can be a grandson."

Wen Cheng looked at him scrutinizingly for a while before letting out a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it was angry words.

He buried his face in his knees as best he could.

Fortunately, the child still likes him.

"Cheng Cheng." Ying Yan Yu suddenly returned to his previous tone, with a bit of domineering coquettishness, and leaned towards him.

Wen Cheng felt the familiar heat, and her neck and ears were numb.

His eyes were sleepily squinted, his legs were stretched out, and his hands were spread wide.

Ying Yanyu was stunned for 0.5 seconds, then put one hand on the ground, leaned over to hug Wen Cheng, and carefully brought it into his arms.

"Orange."

He buried his head in the other's shoulder, smelling the soothing and bitter fragrance, he trembled uncontrollably.

"Are you sick? You're shaking so badly." Wen Cheng's ear tips and nose pressed against the child's heart, warming up for a while.

"No, no, I'm excited, I'm so excited." Ying Yanyu felt the coolness on his body, rubbed him vigorously, and hugged him tighter.

"Stop shaking..." Wen Cheng laughed and coughed, panicking from exhaustion, "Sleepy."

"En..." Ying Yanyu took five or six deep breaths, tried to stabilize his muscles, and then hugged him into the bed.

Wen Cheng is particularly relaxed in front of children, and almost falls asleep next to the bed.

But before going to bed, he still didn't forget to take care of the dog's head. He stroked the other's dry hair and coaxed: "I'll talk about it at dawn. Go to bed first."

Just as Yan Yu was about to agree, Wen Cheng slightly raised her volume like sleepwalking, and said harshly, "I'll deal with you when I go back!"

"How... tidy up?"

"Twig."

"Ok."

"'Grandpa' misses you."

"Pfft..." Ying Yanyu smiled and cried again. He kissed the wound on the corner of Wen Cheng's mouth, hugged him and lay on his body, making people sleep more comfortably, and then sent Hu San a text message .

"I'm not going to run wild tomorrow, find me a car, Chengcheng and I will go home for the Mid-Autumn Festival."