The roses, which are not expensive, are extremely fragrant, mixed with the rich smell of curry, strangely harmonious.
In the old house, the man in the kitchen, with rolled-up shirt cuffs, strong forearms and sharp jaws, You Shulang leaned against the corner, looking at the extremely familiar scene, in a trance.
Time seemed to have been neatly cut by the best editor, and the fireworks world at this time just happened to be seamlessly connected with the old times. There was no deception or harm, no forced confrontation, no two years of separation, and countless sleepless nights.
His young and handsome lover, who had prepared a sumptuous dinner in a slightly clumsy way, was waiting for him to walk through the complicated streets, pass by countless strangers, follow the warm lights in the dark, climb the stairs, open the door, and hug him...
Pop, the fire went out, and the sound of the stove pulled You Shulang back to reality from his wandering thoughts.
The narrow kitchen made Fan Xiao look even taller and more majestic. After turning off the fire, he placed one hand on the countertop and turned to meet You Shulang's gaze.
"I've dreamed of this scene," one kitchen, one living room, they were three meters apart, and the voices were a sprint, "You just stood there and watched me cook."
"Then what?" You Shulang asked, leaning against the wall.
"Then..." Fan Xiao suddenly felt a little lonely, "Many times, I woke up from the dream before I even got close to you."
"Only once did I succeed, I walked to your side and hugged you."
Fan Xiao left the kitchen and walked step by step towards the man who was standing there, his hands clenched tightly, the corners of his lips pressed tightly, and every step he took was cautious, as if the three-meter distance blocked all his courage.
In the last few steps, You Shulang came up to him and put his warm hand on his forearm.
Pulling Fan Xiao into his arms, You Shulang once again drove away his anxiety and asked with a smile: "In that dream, did we eat together?"
"No." Fan Xiao's lips wandered vaguely on You Shulang's cheek, "In every dream where I can touch you, I will seize every opportunity to make love with you."
"Fan Xiao, wait a minute." You Shulang tried to push away the man who was clinging to him, "I've done a lot these two days, let me slow down."
"Well, let's slow down tomorrow."
Fan Xiao lifted the not-so-light You Shulang up with force, letting his feet leave the ground and his legs wrap around his waist.
His lips just touched the man's Adam's apple, and Fan Xiao gave him one passionate kiss after another there, kissing and walking away, not walking towards the bedroom, but into the kitchen instead.
"Fan Xiao, you..."
"In the dream, I fucked you here." The low and hoarse voice burst out with rough words, and Fan Xiao put You Shulang on the kitchen counter.
"Tiantian..."
"Already asleep."
The Tom Yum Goong soup in the pot exudes a rich aroma. Fan Xiao presses You Shulang to kiss him passionately: "I won't let you go hungry. I'll hurry up."
His shirt is disheveled, and his hue is faint. You Shulang leans back as hard as he can, and his waist and back form a beautiful arc. The soft hair brushes the skin under his neck. Fan Xiao buries his head. You Shulang feels the pain of being pulled. He pushes him, and the man cooperates and continues on the other side.
Fan Xiao never tires of innovating. He turns You Shulang around like a cup or a plate on the table.
The front is fine, but the back always makes You Shulang feel ashamed. The kitchen table is high, and various objects are placed in a complicated manner. You Shulang suddenly feels like a vessel, and his biggest role is to make Fan Xiao happy.
Fan Xiao, who is tall and has long legs, likes this height very much. He feels more comfortable and free, and he beats him closely.
Holding the tile with his hands clenched again, You Shulang reminded the man whose rationality had already gone: "You said it would be quick and you wouldn't let me go hungry."
Fan Xiao grumbled "hmm", opened the lid of the pot beside him, and scooped a spoonful of soup that was just warm enough to drink.
Holding it in his mouth, he turned You Shulang's face to kiss him, passed a mouthful of Tom Yum Goong soup to him, and considerately sucked away the soup that flowed from the corner of his lips.
"Is it delicious?" His fingertips pulled again, and without waiting for You Shulang to answer, he leaned down, "It's my turn to drink."
...
The real meal lasted until midnight.
Fan Xiao felt like a bastard, holding the spoon and feeding You Shulang one mouthful at a time.
"It's too late, eat less, I'll make new food for you tomorrow."
You Shulang relaxed his back and leaned on Fan Xiao's shoulder, eating a mouthful every time he was served, and shook his head after three or five mouthfuls.
"Your hand should be given a new dressing." You Shulang's voice was dark, and still hoarse. He pulled Fan Xiao's right hand, untied the knot, and unwound the gauze in circles.
After untying the gauze to the innermost layer, You Shulang's movements were as light as possible, and his voice also lowered: "Bai Yupeng was arrested, was it you who did it?"
Fan Xiao didn't want You Shulang to get involved in Bai Yupeng's affairs, but when he asked, he answered truthfully: "It was me, but there were also people from the Bai family. How did you know that Bai Yupeng was arrested so quickly?"
"Xue Baotian said that he knew about the conflict between Bai Yupeng and me last time. Now that Bai Yupeng was arrested, he came to tell me the good news."
You Shulang dipped a cotton swab in the medicine, raised his eyes and glanced at Fan Xiao's clothes: "I haven't seen you wearing high-end clothes for a long time. You showed up when Bai Yupeng was arrested?"
"Well, I want him to regret it...hiss!"
You Shulang's hand trembled, and the cotton swab fell on the wound with a bit of force.
"Why do you have to expose it as your doing? Bai Yupeng may not be a big shot, but a cornered dog will do anything. Once he is released, he will retaliate against you crazily."
"Don't worry." Fan Xiao rubbed You Shulang's shoulder with his good hand for a few times, "He can't get out. The amount of his last transaction was too large."
You Shulang frowned slowly, "Bai Yupeng doesn't look like someone who is so bold." The medicine on the cotton swab left a dark red mark on You Shulang's fingertips. His voice tightened, "Fan Xiao, what did you do?"
Seeing that You Shulang looked wrong, Fan Xiao hugged him, "I didn't do anything. I knew Bai Yupeng would sell those things to teenagers, and I just told his younger brother who couldn't show up in public about the news. The last large transaction was facilitated by Bai Si. I don't know what method he used. He won't tell me and I won't ask."
"Is it really just that?"
"Really." Fan Xiao put his chin on You Shulang's shoulder, "I just started to live a good life, how could I sacrifice myself for that bastard."
You Shulang breathed a sigh of relief and picked up the cotton swab again to apply medicine to Fan Xiao.
The two did not speak again. Love was vague in the air, hazy and sticky. Only the sound of the wind blowing on the window, the rustling sound further highlighted the quiet tenderness.
The next moment, this silence was interrupted by the sudden ringing of the phone.
The soft Thai song entered his ears, and the screen of Fan Xiao's phone flashed.
Holding You Shulang in one hand and being cared for by his lover to change the medicine with the other hand, Fan Xiao did not want to give up this "enjoyment" very much.
He felt that he had nothing to hide from You Shulang, so he turned on the hands-free of the phone on the table, leaned on his lover's shoulder, and lazily said "Hello".
Thai came from the other side, and Fan Xiao stopped it: "Speak Mandarin."
The poor Chinese and stiff tone were equated with Fan Xiao's bald assistant.
His voice was urgent: "Boss Fan, Xu Zhong is on his way to the airport."
The eunuch was anxious, but the emperor was not. Fan Xiao still had the leisure to ask You Shulang in a low voice: "Do you still remember Xu Zhong?"
You Shulang circled the gauze and nodded: "The vice president of Pinfeng Venture Capital, the current boss of the company."
"That's because I didn't go back. I have more shares than him. If I go back , he will naturally give up his position."
"Do you know who he is going to meet on the plane? Another shareholder of Pinfeng Venture Capital, if he buys out the other party's shares, his shares will exceed mine, so even if I go back, I can only let it go."
"What do you want to do?" You Shulang asked.
Fan Xiao shrugged: "I haven't thought about it yet."
The assistant on the other end of the phone hurriedly answered: "Boss Fan, are the people around you trustworthy now?" Obviously, after two years, he didn't recognize You Shulang's voice.
"Of course." Fan Xiao stared at his lover.
"Xu Zhong is going to the airport. Otherwise, I'll bump into him and fake a traffic accident to delay him first, just like the bump three years ago..."
The phone was suddenly hung up! Because of panic, the gauze on Fan Xiao's hand was pulled very long, like a rope for hanging oneself.
The man held the phone, blood overflowed from the wound that had just burst, and dripped onto the dark screen.
You Shulang pulled the other end of the gauze and slowly pulled it closer to Fan Xiao's injured hand until his fingertips touched the warm blood. He raised his head and asked word by word: "So, I was rear-ended when I was parking three years ago and injured my arm. Did you ask someone to do it?"
Fan Xiao: "...!!!"