Shu Lang, what's wrong with you?!"
The big black umbrella hurriedly blocked the rain. Fan Xiao didn't care about his discretion and directly grabbed You Shulang's wrist.
The palms that were always warm were now colder than the night rain. Fan Xiao was shocked and quickly took off his windbreaker and wrapped the person tightly.
"Why did you turn off your phone?" You Shulang's voice was extremely hoarse, as if he had not spoken for a long time. He stared at Fan Xiao, as if in a trance.
Fan Xiao, who was buttoning up You Shulang's shirt, suddenly looked up: "You called me?"
"Didn't you say you were on call? Why is your phone turned off?"
"I..." Fan Xiao was afraid that You Shulang would worry, but he didn't want to lie to him, so he thought for a moment and told the truth, "Bai Sanmiao kept calling me, and it was annoying, so I turned off my phone for a while."
You Shulang was obviously not in good condition at this time. Fan Xiao didn't know if it was related to the missed call. He asked anxiously in frustration: "Why did you call me?"
It turns out that I don't need to be nosy. How could someone like Fan Xiao suffer a loss? You Shulang chuckled at himself, brushed Fan Xiao's hand away, and pushed the umbrella pole again: "It's okay, I just accidentally touched the phone."
He turned around and walked into the rain again. The darkness left only a hazy oval shadow for the street lamp. The clear rain line under the light wrapped around the man, forming a lonely back.
The next moment, Fan Xiao rushed into the light and suddenly grabbed You Shulang: "You haven't called me for more than a year. How could you accidentally bump into me? What happened?"
Staring closely, he naturally noticed the fleeting expression of pain on You Shulang's face: "What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
"No." You Shulang's whole body was sore and painful, his feet were weak and he could hardly support his body. He wanted to end his entanglement with Fan Xiao as soon as possible and hide his ridiculousness and embarrassment. "I came back from the laboratory, I'm very tired, I want to rest early, is that okay, Fan Xiao?"
Wei Yin'er had suppressed his anger, and You Shulang looked extremely bad. He turned around and tried to leave again, but failed to break free from Fan Xiao's shackles.
There was a strong arm on his waist, and Fan Xiao, holding an umbrella, leaned over and pressed him against the wall.
The big umbrella created a small private space in the rain, with only long legs tangled together outside the umbrella.
"The rain came so suddenly. I was afraid you didn't bring an umbrella, so I went to the research institute, but they said you had already left work." Fan Xiao's voice was hidden inside the umbrella, slow and low. "Your house didn't have any lights on all night. I was worried about you, so I came to the roadside to wait. Shu Lang, what happened?"
"Fan Xiao, you control my whereabouts all the time. Is this what you said about not disturbing my life?" You Shulang showed a contemptuous smile on his handsome face, but he pressed his fingertips into his sleeves, enduring the continuous pain in his body. "If I'm not at the institute, do I have to be at home? Can't I have other things to do, such as making an appointment?"
Fan Xiao frowned, then slowly smoothed his brows after a moment: "Dating? Letting you ride back in the rain alone? How ungentlemanly must this person be, that Director You would like him?"
The tired and aching body was filled with You Shulang's agitation. He put his five fingers on Fan Xiao's face and pushed him hard: "If I were a man, I would be more decent than you. Fan Xiao, I don't want to bring up the past. You'd better disappear before my patience runs out!"
Thinking of his previous despicable behavior, Fan Xiao's expression gradually dimmed. He handed the umbrella to You Shulang, and his depressed voice was like a manhole that had been sealed for many years, covered with a thick layer of dust: "If you don't tell me, I will check it myself." He paused and lowered his eyes, "If it's really a date, this kind of person is not suitable."
You Shulang glanced at Fan Xiao, took the umbrella, and passed him by.
As soon as he started walking, he heard the phone ringing. The sharp sound was particularly abrupt in the quiet rainy night. At the time when he was in a complicated and impetuous mood, and wanted to ignore the burning gaze behind him, You Shulang answered the phone without thinking, and before he put it to his ear, Xue Baotian's noisy voice dissipated.
"Director You, are you okay? I heard that Bai Sanmiao attacked you?! I didn't mean to ignore your call. I was just kidnapped by Zhang Chi's grandson..."
There was a gust of wind behind him. When You Shulang reacted, the phone in his hand had changed hands. Fan Xiao's eyes were full of anger. He held the phone and interrupted Xue Baotian's chatter: "Say it again, who did Bai Sanmiao touch?"
In less than half a minute, Fan Xiao hung up the phone. At this time, he had already put away his initial rage, and everything was normal, but his eyes were a little darker.
He pulled out a rouge and bit it between his teeth, freeing his two hands to tighten You Shulang's clothes: "Are your injuries serious?"
You Shulang was silent for a while, and answered irrelevantly: "Bai Yupeng intends to punish you, I am here to watch the fun. I want to see how a devil like you is teased and bullied. It must be very exciting, just thinking about it makes me feel relieved."
"I know, you're here to watch the fun." Fan Xiao nodded gently, "Go back and take a hot bath, don't catch a cold."
He held up the umbrella, lowered his head, lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, stuffed the umbrella into You Shulang's arms, and raised his hand: "I'm going back, you should rest early."
"Fan Xiao." You Shulang's expression changed, and he held the man in the rain. "Bai Yupeng didn't get any advantage from me, so don't go looking for him."
Fan Xiao broke You Shulang's hand for the first time and said slowly, "I shouldn't have turned off my phone today, nor should I have thought that less trouble is worse than more trouble, and I shouldn't have thought of letting him go for the sake of current peace, so that I let this clown do something to you."
The spark of the cigarette had been extinguished by the rain. In the rainy night, Fan Xiao raised the corners of his lips, smiling handsomely and frighteningly: "Is this what they call good people being bullied?" He threw away the cigarette and raised his hand to wipe a drop of rain on You Shulang's face. "Don't worry, I will get everything back with interest."
The umbrella fell to the ground. Fan Xiao, who was about to leave, was grabbed by the collar by You Shulang and thrown against the wall. His glassy eyes turned blood red. You Shulang's eyes seemed to be filled with all the hatred: "Fan Xiao, I'm not a Bodhisattva. I have thought about revenge on you more than once, and I want to step on you and make you suffer! But the person who should take revenge on you should not be Bai Yupeng. He has no right to do so because you are the same kind of people!"
Suddenly, You Shulang grabbed Fan Xiao's hair and forced him to raise his chin. Tightening the hair in his hand, You Shulang looked down at him: "You know, when Bai Yupeng said I was cheap, I actually agreed with him. Fan Xiao, I'm cheap enough. I'm already a laughing stock in other people's mouths. Please stop making trouble!"
Fan Xiao did not struggle and quietly let You Shulang press him down. He stretched out his arms, wrapped his arms around the strong waist in front of him, and tightened it tightly.
Regardless of his tingling scalp, he leaned forward and leaned on You Shulang's shoulder, suppressing his trembling voice: "No one else has the right, only you can take revenge on me, Shulang, please take revenge on me, any way is fine, I will accept it."
Feeling a temperature different from the night rain at the back of his neck, You Shulang loosened his grip on his hair, and his heart felt burned. Fan Xiao held him tighter, almost rubbing him into his body: "You are not a laughing stock, nor..."
Fan Xiao didn't even want to utter that word. He felt it was a blasphemy to You Shulang every time he said it. "I will listen to you in everything except this one. If he dares to touch you, he must bear the consequences."
Slowly standing up, Fan Xiao looked at You Shulang with a pair of scarlet eyes and said solemnly: "But I won't use extreme methods, nor will I break the law, so you can rest assured."
"I..." You Shulang pursed his lips, pushed Fan Xiao aside and walked into the community, and said as the raindrops drifted, "Why should I worry about you?"
Fan Xiao picked up the umbrella on the ground and handed it to the man, but the man didn't take it, so he held the umbrella and followed him closely.
At a distance of about a hundred meters, You Shulang's footsteps became heavier and heavier. Fan Xiao was worried and followed him straight to the door of the room.
"I want to take a look at your wound, apply some medicine on you, and then leave. I won't stay any longer."
You Shulang felt very uncomfortable and was too lazy to say anything. He closed the door just a moment late, allowing Fan Xiao to come in.
He fell on the sofa and watched Fan Xiao busy in and out, boiling hot ginger tea, running bath water, and taking out clean clothes from the closet. Then he squatted in front of him: "Take a hot bath first. You got caught in the rain, and I'm afraid you'll catch a cold."
You Shulang glanced at Fan Xiao, who was also soaked, and said "hmm" lightly.
When they reached the bathroom, Fan Xiao followed him, and You Shulang tilted his head and glanced at him.
"I'll... go in and check on your injuries. It's warm in the bathroom so you won't catch a cold."
The wet clothes were peeled off piece by piece, leaving only a pair of underwear. You Shulang showed his body openly: "Hey, did you see it? If you see it, get out now."
His tall and muscular body was covered with scars, with bruises on his shoulders, back and waist. You Shulang had fair skin, so the overlapping scars made him even more shocking!
Fan Xiao stood in front of You Shulang, his eyes darkened and he said nothing. His trembling fingertips were wrapped in his fists, his jaw was slightly tilted, and the veins behind his ears were surging.
"Does it hurt?" The hoarse voice vibrated in the misty water vapor, and the fingers slowly stretched out, touching the scar bit by bit.
Skin touched skin, cold touched cold, You Shulang clenched his teeth.
"Not bad." he said.
He stroked it with his palm, as if he was afraid of hurting it, without any strength, and said vaguely: "I always hurt you, I am really an asshole."
"I'm sorry." Fan Xiao's words seemed to be stuck in his throat, neither going up nor down, as if he was choking.
From the shoulder, to the back, his palm finally touched the curve of the waist. Fan Xiao finally raised his eyes and looked directly at You Shulang through a layer of mist: "I will stay away from you and I won't let you get hurt again."
He looked at You Shulang's already bulging inner treasury, hesitated for a long time and asked: "Do you need my help?"
After a long while, he replied, "For the last time."
You Shulang brushed his hand away, walked to the bathtub, turned his back to take off the remaining cloth, and stepped into the water.
Fan Xiao stood there for a while until a layer of fog covered the mirror, gradually concealing his sadness.
With a slight sigh, Fan Xiao turned and walked towards the door, grasped the door handle and pressed it down, but heard You Shulang's cold voice coming from behind him.
"Didn't you say you would help me?" The warm water vapor attached to You Shulang's eyelashes, making the row of brushes look unusually heavy. "Isn't this the last time?"
The hand holding the door handle slowly let go after a long time...