"So, I accidentally rear-ended you with my car, and in revenge, you hired someone to hit me in the same way?"
The curry smells strong, but it becomes too heavy after a long time; the champagne-colored roses are gorgeous, but the elongated shadows of the branches and leaves under the light are eerie and terrifying.
The room was so quiet that you could hear the two people's breathing, one light and one heavy.
Fan Xiao took out a cigarette and bit it, then picked it up irritably and clamped it between his fingers, and the blood soaked the tobacco bit by bit.
"Sure enough, dreams will wake up." He laughed at himself and looked at You Shulang, "I hired someone to hit you at that time, just to get revenge."
The cigarette stained with blood was bitten into his mouth again, and a slight tremor could be seen at the end of the cigarette rod: "I have done so many bad things that I don't even remember them myself. I thought my thunder had been exposed and I could stay with you peacefully."
Fan Xiao had never felt so cold at any time. The coolness from the bottom of his heart spread to his fingertips, and he could hardly control the amplitude of the shaking.
The cold fingers suddenly warmed up, and Fan Xiao's injured hand was held by someone.
You Shulang lifted up the hand again and took out a tissue to wipe the blood off it. He lowered his eyes and asked without any emotion: "Think about it carefully, is there anything I don't know?"
Fan Xiao's brain suddenly short-circuited, he couldn't even think about You Shulang's question, all his senses were focused on the soft fingertips holding the back of his hand.
"Hmm?" After wiping the blood and changing the cotton swab, You Shulang raised his eyelids and glanced at Fan Xiao.
Unlike the expected anger and accusations, You Shulang's calmness made people more uneasy. Fan Xiao thought about it again and again, and replied softly: "It should be...no more."
"Hmm." The same word, You Shulang just changed the tone, his hand did not stop the movement, holding the cotton swab dipped in medicine and repeatedly smearing it on the broken wound, and then changed a new bandage to wrap the injured hand.
After doing all this, he took out a rouge and put it in his mouth, then looked at Fan Xiao seriously: "Light me a cigarette."
"Ah? OK." Fan Xiao hurriedly turned over the matches.
It took three strikes to ignite the flame. You Shulang lowered his head slightly and kissed his cheeks lightly in the faint light.
After spitting out the smoke, he said: "Fan Xiao, the things you did in the past, whether right or wrong, immoral or perverted, are all like this cigarette. Once it is burned and the smoke dissipates, it will not be mentioned anymore." The rouge knocked the cigarette on the ashtray, and the man continued, "I accept you again, looking at the future, for the future, do you understand?"
The room fell silent again, and Fan Xiao's expression changed from loneliness to daze, and finally switched to surprise. After a long while, he seemed to understand the meaning of You Shulang's words, and his withered eyes gradually brightened, blending into an incredible joy.
"Is it what I understood?" The sexy Adam's apple slid, "You don't blame me anymore?"
You Shulang puffed out a cigarette and said in a light voice: "You still have to blame me. I'll find a chance for you to make it up to me later."
The dying man ushered in a chance of life. Fan Xiao was so excited that he went to hug You Shulang, but he stopped him with one hand. He took off the cigarette and said, "There are a few more words we need to make clear."
"From now on, you are just Fan Xiao, my lover. There is no need to worry about gains and losses, and there is no need to be cautious with me." You Shulang put out the cigarette, stroked Fan Xiao's cheek, rubbed his thumb, and whispered, "I want you, not a sinner or a sinner. The past should be turned over and forgotten. I don't want to think about it anymore, and you don't have to keep it in your heart."
He wiped the corners of Fan Xiao's red eyes, and his voice turned gentle: "In love, we are equal, and no one is inferior." He smiled, "Even if you were really a bastard."
"Shulang." Fan Xiao hugged the man in front of him who deserved the love of the whole world tightly, speaking nonsense in Chinese with Thai.
"What are you talking about?" You Shulang asked.
Fan Xiao instantly stopped talking and looked away: "... said you are my... Bodhisattva, I know you don't like it, I won't say it again in the future."
You Shulang leaned over and touched Fan Xiao's thick eyelashes: "I am not a Bodhisattva, I just... love you."
The author has something to say: I
have a bad cold, so this is all for today, it's a bit short, sorry.
From now on, it will be pure and sweet without abuse, and Fan Xiao will return to be charming and sweet.
Finally, I love Director You so much.