"Lu Beihuai, don't cry."

The body is weak and fragile69

So tall a man, squatting in front of him, grasping his hand forehead against the back of his hand, wetness dripping down the back of his hand, pleading voice dark and hoarse.

All the stubborn obsessions of the past, in the light of this fact, which is more absurd than speculation, seem like a joke.

Song Qie lowered his head, the tips of his fingers trembled lightly, in the next instant, he gently moved his hand, felt as if he could control his hand, and wanted to pull it out, but when he saw Lu Beihuai like this, his heart was a bit complicated: "Lu Beihuai, it's useless for you to cry, I really mean it."

"...You lied to me, must have lied to me to get rid of me."

"I'm not lying."

"You just lied to me, haven't you lied to me enough times." Lu Beihuai tilted his head, his eyes red under his glasses, "I'm so serious about keeping my distance from you, restraining myself from touching you, why are you doing this to me."

Song Qie saw that this guy was about to cry, his heart was very complicated, but his hands stopped shaking: "But I said it was true."

As for when it will go, maybe it will and maybe it won't.

But most of all, he didn't like men, and he didn't want Lu Beihuai to put so much effort into him.

Putting aside all the relationships, simply looking at Lu Beihuai this person, this guy is only twenty-three years old this year, has already eaten more than ten years of suffering, there is really no need to have everything and then let himself fall into the pain of love.

"Lu Beihuai, I really don't like men."

Lu Beihuai stared at Song Qie.

Song Qie's scalp went numb at the eyes and she gulped, "...... I, I'm really not gay."

Four eyes met, and all emotions were amplified.

"Aren't you even a little bit touched by what I've done for you?" Lu Beihuai tried desperately to keep his voice from changing, "Not even a little?"

Song Qie thought for a few seconds and opened his mouth.

"You have." Lu Beihuai let go of these damp hands, took hold of his single knee, and gazed deeply at him, "Song Qie, you hesitated, you must have touched me a little."

Song Qie wanted to say something, fearing that Lu Beihuai would cry out in the next second, he coughed.

Lu Beihuai stood up abruptly, "You must be thirsty, I'll go get you a glass of water."

Song Qie saw the situation and reached out her hand to pull him down, "Lu Beihuai, what I said is true, did you listen to everything?"

"I can't hear you, you can't leave anyway." Lu Beihuai's throat knots rolled, suppressing his distraction, not looking at Song Qie : "I'll go and make you something nice to eat."

Song Qie saw Lu Beihuai heading towards the kitchen and quickly called out to him, "Eh ...... my kitchen everything--"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Lu Beihuai opened the refrigerator.

I'm sure I've seen the emptiness.

Lu Beihuai opened the refrigerator and looked at the fridge with nothing in it, a lot of contingency plans came to his mind, such as asking the hotel to deliver the food, or asking someone to buy some ingredients and deliver them to his door, but all of them need time, but now the problem is that Song Qie is very hungry, and there is something that can satisfy Song Qie in the shortest possible time.

He must satisfy Song Qie for a limited time.

Definitely definitely.

Give it all to Song Qie.

"I think I have a couple packages of instant noodles left."

Song Qie stood up and walked slowly into the kitchen, her hands no longer shaking except for the fact that she was still a little weak-kneed.

He walked over to the tall cabinet next to the stove and tilted his head to raise his hand to open it when a hand held his head down and opened the cabinet door a step ahead of him.

"You usually eat instant noodles after work?" Lu Beihuai blocked his head directly under the cabinet, raised his other hand and took the only two remaining bags of instant noodles down from the cabinet, still fresh shrimp and fish plate noodles.

Grumble grumble--

Song Qie saw the shrimp on the bag of instant noodles and gulped, "I can only cook instant noodles, nothing else."

"There's no skill in cooking instant noodles." Lu Beihuai held back the words 'eating these isn't nutritious' and decided that in the future, if he said another word about Song Qie to make him upset he wasn't a thing, and as long as what Song Qie said was right, and if it wasn't, then he would help him fix it straight away and not waste so much time.

There's not a lot of time left.

Regardless of whether this matter was ridiculous or not, and whether there was a discrepancy with his speculation, the Song Qie in the past was not a different person due to post-traumatic stress, but was really a different person.

He believed it, and he believed it.

"But you make it just fine." Song Qie almost blurted out before realizing what she was saying.

"I can cook for you every day if you want." Lu Beihuai took the redness at the tip of his ear into his eyes and walked to the side with the instant noodles, "I can cook you anything you want to eat, including Buddha jumping over the wall."

The words 'Buddha jumps over the wall' seemed like they were pulling up some memory.

The touch screen of the induction cooker 'dripped' and countless memories of misunderstandings flooded in.

At this time standing in front of the stove wearing a black shirt cooking instant noodles tall man hanging his head down, holding chopsticks hand bone clear, shirt sleeves pulled up to the elbow, the back of the hand spread to the small arm of the veins are clear and distinct, hiding the vigorous strength of the sinews.

Seems to be reunited with the year that stood in the narrow little kitchen, like a change, but also as if it has not changed, all the luxuries embellished is the outside, the kernel can not be adorned by decorating the decoration is nothing more than to enhance the temperament.

Song Qie's eyes swept over the details of Lu Beihuai's shirt, cuffs, wristwatch, belt, shoes and so on, and she looked at every single detail to see perfection.

Material things have stopped shortchanging themselves, it's the emotional torture of the ego that's always there.

Why just like him.

"Lu Beihuai, you're so rich now, you shouldn't have set your heart on me, your parents definitely want you to find a family that's right for you and pass on the family name." Song Qie propped her hand on the edge of the table, looking at the pot of instant noodles ready to boil, smelling the fragrance wafting out, "Where I came from, I'm likely to go back to where I came from at any time."

"Go back? Where else can you go back to, aren't you dead?"

Song Qie was stuck in her throat at his bluntness and glanced at him.

"I don't need to pass on my name, I don't need children, I don't even live to understand what I am." Lu Beihuai responded to Song Qie's words by gently flicking the noodle cake with his chopsticks, "You asked me why I like you, maybe I've suddenly liked you since 'even when you hit a dog, you have to look at the master', I thought you were trying to get away with it, and you thought of some trick to play on me again. "

"I thought about it, let's just play tricks, anyway, I just want to use your identity to climb to the position I want to go, what's a little aggravation. I'm always thinking that when I grow up, when I'm successful, all the people who have bullied me I won't make it easy for them, I'll find ways to 'torture' them to death, including you."

The kimchi pot boiled, the kimchi scent filled the air, and the heat covered the glasses, obscuring what was going on.

"Slowly, I felt like my attention would always somehow go to you, that you were cute to eat, that you were cute to study, that you were cute to everything, that even breathing bothered me. I even loathed them being near you, thought it would be nice if you were only mine. But then I repeatedly questioned myself, "Is this someone who has insulted you before, are you that cheap?"

"I both loathed and enjoyed being with you, and during that time I thought I was really going crazy, and after you suddenly left, I knew once and for all that I was someone who could easily go crazy, so I went crazy and moved up, day and night, and I had to get my hands on anything that could prove me, including this business of finding you."

"Including what I'm going to prove to you when I find you."

"Including the fact that I'm trying to prove that you're not the Song Qie I know."

"Including telling you that I'm tightening this breath because I'd love to see you feeding wildcats in the early morning again, and I'd love to have breakfast with you, finish the breakfast you didn't finish, and walk down the trail with you again."

"I didn't cry when I was left out in the cold by my family, I didn't cry when I was bullied on my knees licking my shoes, I didn't cry when my dad left, but I cried the morning I couldn't find you."

The sound of bubbling noodle soup gurgling out of the open kitchen seemed to mask the movement in the sound line.

The truth between the words is the silent aggravation of lifting the bone under this paranoia.

"So if you go, I'll go too."

Song Qie felt a shiver run through her emotions and a tingling sensation that felt like it was coming from the soles of her feet.

Then he saw Lu Beihuai turn off the fire and reach for the boiling hot skillet with his bare hands, and with wide eyes he immediately pressed down his hands: "It's hot! Are you nuts? Take gloves."

"I want to burn it to clear my head."

Song Qie glanced to the side, only to see Lu Beihuai's eyes red again, as if he was about to cry at any moment: "You ......"

The word 'you' hadn't quite made it out of his mouth when he was suddenly taken into his arms.

The tall physique held the single thinness in his arms completely, the embrace intensifying in the crook of his arms, shivering as if he were trying to embed him in his arms, in his blood, wordlessly with a strong sense of unease.

"Don't reject me yet, let me slow down."

"...... slow what down?"

"Shouldn't I slow down a bit when I'm in love with someone from outside the book, with someone who could be gone in the next second?"

Song Qie feel buried in the shoulder neck of the head, his chin resting on Lu Beihuai's shoulders, listening to the sound line in the ear stoic choking, feel hugged so tightly, breathing is not smooth, talking and afraid that this person really broke down and cried, then he really do not know how to coax.

All that could be done was to raise his hand and pat the broad back gently.

"You'll believe anything I say that's so ridiculous?"

"I believe everything you say, and I believe you when you say you're an alien."

Song Qie loses her smile helplessly, "Slow down then, and give you a hug."

Who knows that only a couple of gentle pats on the back, Lu Beihuai cried.

Song Qie : "!!!" The hand froze in mid-air in fear.

The coolness of the drops down his neck was clear.

The next second, there was a bite to the neck.

"Ah!" Song Qie's eyes reddened with pain, and she pushed Lu Beihuai away, covering her neck and glaring accusingly at him, jumping to her feet in anger: "...... It hurts so much, you're crazy!"

Lu Beihuai took off his glasses, lowered his head, wiped the fog on his glasses with his shirt, the bottom of his eyes were covered with blood, that is, he was overworked as well as having too many mood swings, he put his glasses on the bridge of his nose, averted his face and took a deep breath, wiped away his tears, and picked up the pot of noodles on the induction cooker, "Come over here and eat the noodles."

Song Qie wanted to cry without tears, so angry that her thin lips trembled lightly, "......"

And then my stomach growled again.

He could only hold his tongue without arguing with him again, and went over to eat his noodles first.

The dining table in the open kitchen is next to the outside sink, a combination that is connected to the kitchen, and the pot of bubbling noodles sits on an insulated mat in the center of the marble dining table, with the two of them sitting facing each other.

Song Qie sat down, is really hungry can not stand, pick up the chopsticks first clip a bowl of buried to eat up, front eating is still very involved, eating to eat on the opposite side of the anxious line of sight, he carefully raised his eyes, he saw Lu Beihuai leaning on the back of the chair, did not move, and so staring at him.

In the high intensity of work overtime, the face has been presented with fatigue, red eyes under the gold glasses reflecting their own appearance, the bottom of the eyes contain complex feelings, moist eyes, is a few times struggling to hold back after the exhaustion of restraint.

Hinged on realizing he was looking at him, he averted his face and wiped it again.

At the moment of wiping his face, his face was buried in his palm, his head never lifted again, and his voice couldn't help but overflow with hoarse choking.

Song Qie felt like she was suddenly in a very bad mood, pursing her lips and being very sour.

He feels Lu Beihuai ......

It seems to be shattering.

After a moment's hesitation, he put down his chopsticks, stood up, his chair moving on the ground with a slight sharp sound, walked over to Lu Beihuai, raised his hand, and gently patted Lu Beihuai on the back.

"Lu Beihuai, don't cry."

He seems to have made too much of an impact on Lu Beihuai, an impact that even he doesn't realize, and seeing Lu Beihuai crying like this makes him feel bad.

Just thinking of coaxing Lu Beihuai, she was hugged up to her waist by this person and her hands froze.

He slowly lowered his head, his gaze crashing right into the deep emotion underneath his glasses, an almost pleading, beseeching look, and his heartstrings 'buzzed' as they crumbled.

Is ...... this man, begging for him?

Facing the balcony floor windows of the dining table bar, the tall man looks like a supplicant, hugging the waist of the youth in front of him, the external always cold and arrogant voice, at this moment have become hoarse.

Lu Beihuai looked at Song Qie with red eyes, his mood seemed to be resigned and despairing, his hands clasped tightly behind his waist.

"Song Qie, is it okay if you just try to like me?"

"Please."

"...... please."

This last plea was choked with a voice so choked that the level of depression could already be heard.

Song Qie closed his eyes, the red marks of the teeth marks on his neck were still visible, he felt the strength of Lu Beihuai's embrace around him, knowing that this kind of pleading should not be soft for him, after all, liking is Lu Beihuai's own business, what is wrong with him.

But ......

Seems a bit of a heartbreaker himself.

He raised his hand on Lu Beihuai's head, his palm swept through the coarse, hard hair and felt a little itchy, and gently stroked it a few times, "Well, men don't cry lightly, what's there to cry about, I'm not leaving yet?"

Lu Beihuai was stunned, as if he had caught something, and immediately grabbed Song Qie's wrist, "What do you mean?"

"Not leaving isn't an opportunity." Song Qie didn't avoid the gaze that always landed on him anymore.