He had been worried about Song Yu's hand injury. After resting for two days at home, Le Zhishi brought him to the hospital for a check-up.
People came and went in the hospital. Le Zhishi stood on Song Yu's right side to protect him, afraid that he would get hurt. Three days ago, he had made an appointment online and registered with a famous orthopedic specialist, so there were a lot of people waiting in line. Le Zhishi took Song Yu's left hand and led him over. They found an empty seat on the left side of the last row of the waiting area.
"Sit." Le Zhishi pointed at the seat and said to him.
Song Yu didn't intend to move. He only said calmly, "You sit. I want to stand."
However, he didn't have time to act cool. Le Zhishi pushed him to the seat. "You're the patient."
Le Zhishi stood beside him. His eyes were fixed on the number on the screen not far away. He narrowed his eyes and said to Song Yu like a little adult, "We still have to wait for two more."
"Okay." Song Yu held Le Zhishi's finger. He looked down at the ring on his ring finger and pulled it in his direction. His movements weren't big. After a few times, Le Zhishi felt that he wanted him to get closer.
"We're already very close." Le Zhishi leaned against Song Yu's shoulder and whispered to him.
Song Yu looked up. He didn't say anything. The hand that was holding him loosened. He patted his knee and even raised his eyebrows, indicating for him to sit.
There were people everywhere. Le Zhishi shook his head gently. His ears were red as he whispered, "No."
Song Yu said seriously, "Yes, my leg is very comfortable."
Hearing this, Le Zhishi covered his mouth in panic and awkwardly pretended not to hear anything.
The number on the screen changed at this moment, and the door of the consultation room opened. A girl wearing a thick winter uniform from a nearby high school came out with a boy supporting her. She had probably sprained her ankle, and her raised ankle was a little swollen. She was wearing cotton slippers.
The boy was carrying two backpacks and holding a film in his hand.
"Are you still in class?" Le Zhishi let go of his hand. As he stared at them, he pinched Song Yu's fingers and muttered softly, "You must be in your third year of high school. How pitiful."
Song Yu didn't say anything. He leaned his head against Le Zhishi's waist.
Le Zhishi's waist was very soft, and so were her hands. She pressed them against Song Yu's face, then lowered her head and called him brother softly, "Did you not sleep well?"
He could feel that Song Yu didn't sleep well at night. Perhaps it was because of the pain in her hand, but she couldn't turn around with her fixed arm. She could only lie on her back. Le Zhishi hugged his uninjured arm the whole night and slept close to him. Because she was worried, she didn't sleep very well and woke up early.
But Song Yu's voice was low as he said no.
Le Zhishi reached into his pocket and took out a pineapple-flavored candy. He peeled off the yellow candy wrapper and put the candy in front of Song Yu's mouth. Using a coaxing tone, he coaxed him, "This is very delicious."
Seeing Song Yu frown in disdain, Le Zhishi said hurt, "I brought this especially for you because you need to see a doctor."
Song Yu ate the candy in the end and asked, "Why do you need to bring candy to see a doctor?"
"Because you used to be like this."
When he was young, Le Zhishi hated seeing a doctor. Every time he came to the hospital, he was scared and nervous. Because he had to get an injection almost every time he came, sometimes he would just cry when he sat across from the doctor.
At that time, Song Yu wasn't very old either. He would always take out a few candies and stuff them into his hands, saying deliberately, "I don't know where they came from. I hate candies the most. Here you go. Eat the candy and don't cry. "
Then, the young Le Zhishi became more accepting of seeing a doctor. Later on, he developed this habit. Before entering the hospital, he would beg Song Yu to give him a candy in advance.
At that time, it was strange. Le Zhishi didn't eat the candies that Lin Rong brought. He only wanted the ones in Song Yu's hands. Once, he forgot to bring them. While his parents were waiting with Le Zhishi, he quietly went to the small supermarket outside the hospital to buy some. There weren't any delicious milk candies there. Song Yu had to buy a pack of hard candies that were full of fruit essence. Le Zhishi still ate happily.
"That's because you really loved to cry when you were sick when you were young." Song Yu pretended to be annoyed. "I couldn't help it."
However, Le Zhishi wasn't bothered by his pretended annoyance. When he thought of his childhood, he was in a good mood. He reached out and touched Song Yu's hair. It was no different from stroking a cat when he was happy.
The two people in the front row got up and left. The high school couple sat down diagonally in front of Le Zhishi and Song Yu. The girl's voice was very sweet. She leaned on her boyfriend's shoulder as if she was acting coquettishly.
Le Zhishi's eyes glanced over from time to time. He felt that it wasn't good to do so. He looked back at Song Yu's face and whispered, "Is this considered puppy love?"
"What do you think?" Song Yu raised his head slightly and looked into his eyes.
"It is …" Le Zhishi put his hand on his neck and fiddled with the white belt. His eyes looked over again.
Suddenly, he heard Song Yu speak. He looked away.
"You made me lose the chance to experience puppy love." Song Yu boasted shamelessly. His expression was calm. He looked at Le Zhishi with wide eyes and continued, "Otherwise, it would be as early as possible."
Le Zhishi blushed a little at his words. He retorted hesitantly, "… It's not too early."
"Really?" Song Yu raised his eyebrows disapprovingly. "You were the one who wanted to be your sister-in-law when you were in kindergarten."
When the dark history appeared, Le Zhishi subconsciously covered his mouth again. Song Yu, who had lost the right to speak, kissed Le Zhishi's palm twice. When Le Zhishi retracted his hand in a panic, Song Yu grabbed his hand and lowered his head to kiss his wrist. Then, he held his hand and refused to let him go.
It was just two simple kisses, but Le Zhishi's heartbeat became abnormal. He tried to divert his attention by observing others. He looked at the high school couple. The girl looked up and said to her boyfriend in a cute tone, "Hubby, I want to eat ice cream later."
Le Zhishi's eyes widened in shock. Song Yu seemed to have guessed that he would be very surprised, so he deliberately looked at him with a half-smile and teased, "What's with your expression?"
There was no mirror, so Le Zhishi didn't know what expression he had. He raised his hand to touch his face, then squatted down beside Song Yu's knee and whispered to him, "She just called him hubby …"
He thought that Song Yu didn't hear it.
Song Yu's reaction to this was very calm. "Yeah."
"She's still so young." Le Zhishi opened his big, innocent eyes.
You're not 20 yet.
"You don't have to be married to call someone 'hubby'," Song Yu said to him. "It's just a term of endearment." He wanted to say, "Just like how you call your brother," but on second thought, Le Zhishi really called him brother because he felt that he was his brother.
Le Zhishi agreed very softly. He rested his chin on Song Yu's knee and observed the boy. Sure enough, he was very shy. His ears and neck were red, but he looked very happy.
The number on the screen changed again, and the nurse standing at the door of the consultation room shouted, "Is number 29 here?"
Le Zhishi immediately stood up. "Yes."
Fortunately, Song Yu's injury wasn't as serious as he thought. Just like when Song Yu's wrist was injured in the third year of high school, Le Zhishi searched a lot of information about fractures on the Internet. The more he read, the more scared he became, and he almost couldn't sleep. At this moment, he was like a legal guardian, standing beside Song Yu and constantly asking the doctor a lot of questions, so that Song Yu didn't have a chance to interrupt. When he heard the specialist say that he would be fine after three months of rest, Le Zhishi was relieved and thanked him profusely.
He took Song Yu to get the medicine. When they were in line, he asked Song Yu to stand far away, afraid that people would squeeze him. They looked at each other from afar, and Le Zhishi used strange body language to talk to Song Yu. He looked very silly.
"We'll have to come back for a check-up in two weeks." Le Zhishi held Song Yu's hand as they walked out of the hospital. The weather was still very cold after the New Year. He called a cab and waited by the side of the road for a while. He sneezed three times in a row and was pulled into Song Yu's arms to cuddle for a while.
Sitting in the backseat, Le Zhishi made a show of examining Song Yu's scans. "Human bones are so thin." After saying that, he touched the crack on it with some heartache, and then touched Song Yu's hand that was in a cast. He prayed softly as if he was casting a spell, "Heal quickly."
Song Yu thought he was adorable and lowered his head to kiss the top of Le Zhishi's head.
Le Zhishi thought that his cast was fair and would be perfect for drawing something on it. Suddenly, he heard Song Yu say, "Professor He stopped my overseas assignments for six months."
"Six months?" Le Zhishi said softly, "That's a long time."
"Yes, I'll take advantage of this time to publish more papers. He also said that he'll be switching to a better shockproof surveying vehicle next month and that there'll be a special area for equipment to prevent injuries. "
"That's good." Le Zhishi leaned his head against Song Yu's shoulder. He felt the driver glance at him in the rearview mirror, but Le Zhishi didn't think much of it.
"When you're actually involved in emergency surveying work, the level of safety measures is very high," Song Yu explained. "This time, we were really unprepared for an accident. When Professor He worked before, he always rushed after a disaster, so the risk was relatively low, and he basically controlled the drone from the test and control vehicle. "
Hearing Song Yu explain so much, Le Zhishi's heart ached for no reason. It had already been so many days, but Song Yu would still subconsciously explain to him that the job wasn't as dangerous as he had imagined.
"I know, it was indeed very sudden this time. You guys were sent to the battlefield unprepared. Fortunately, it was scary but not dangerous. "Le Zhishi leaned against him." Song Yu, I'm not that scared anymore. "
"Really?"
"Yes, people have to grow up." Le Zhishi smiled. "And I know you'll take good care of yourself for me."
Song Yu also smiled faintly. He promised, "I will," then said to Le Zhishi, "Don't grow up in front of me."
It was a very unrealistic idea, but Song Yu really thought that way. He hoped that Le Zhishi would always be straightforward and childish in front of him. He wanted Le Zhishi to ask him for whatever he wanted and rely on him the most. Even if they took care of each other, he wanted Le Zhishi to always take care of him like a child pretending to be an adult, clumsy and adorable.
An adult with nowhere to vent his helplessness and hardship, Song Yu only wanted to be a shelter for Le Zhishi's childlike innocence so that he could cry and laugh in his arms whenever he wanted.
When they got home, they noticed the post-it note on the porch cabinet from Lin Rong.
[We're going to my best friend's birthday party, so we won't be coming back.]
Song Yu couldn't help but complain, "How old are we already? What kind of best friend is this?"
Le Zhishi thought in his heart that Aunt Rong had always been like a little girl because Uncle Song had spoiled her. Although he also wanted to be spoiled by Song Yu, he couldn't do it now. Song Yu was still injured.
"Brother, I'll cook."
Seeing that he was in high spirits, he took off his jacket and threw it directly on the sofa. Song Yu walked over to him with a slightly doubtful look. "Are you sure?"
He had a bad feeling. After all, Le Zhishi, who had always been skillful with his hands, had no talent in cooking. Because of Lin Rong and Song Yu, he had never cooked before, so his experience was basically zero.
"Yes." Le Zhishi's attitude was affirmative. He put on an apron and saw that Lin Rong had cooked pork ribs and lotus root soup in the kitchen. It was still hot, so he asked Song Yu in the dining room, "Can I fry an egg for you?"
Song Yu wanted to persuade him not to, but Le Zhishi beat him to it and whispered with his back facing him. Then, he used his chopsticks to pick something in the porcelain bowl that held the egg.
Song Yu thought to himself that he must have hit the eggshell in it.
"It's not a big problem, it's not a big problem," Le Zhishi whispered as he used his chopsticks to quickly crush the egg. Song Yu wanted to come in and help, but he was decisively rejected. "Go sit down and drink the pork ribs soup first."
Even if Song Yu didn't go in, he could basically see Le Zhishi's movements in the semi-open kitchen.
He felt that the originally small problem seemed to have become more serious.
In the end, Le Zhishi turned off the stove and stood in front of the countertop with his back facing Song Yu for a long time. After a mental struggle, he looked back at Song Yu. "How about we don't eat eggs today …"
"Bring it over," Song Yu said.
Le Zhishi responded with an "Oh" and very reluctantly brought the charred and crushed egg to the table. He knew better than anyone that Song Yu was the most picky eater. Sometimes, he would even be picky about Aunt Rong's cooking. If there was ginger in a dish that he didn't like, he wouldn't even touch it.
"Don't eat this." Le Zhishi guiltily put a few more pork ribs in the casserole pot. "Eat some of Aunt Rong's pork ribs. It'll nourish you."
However, Song Yu calmly picked up a piece of scrambled egg and tasted it.
The calmer he was, the more nervous Le Zhishi was. "Brother …"
"It's okay." Song Yu took another bite. "It tastes better than it looks."
Le Zhishi wasn't very confident. He also picked up his chopsticks and tasted it. Then, he lowered his head and drank the soup. He didn't eat anymore. Perhaps he was unlucky to have eaten the eggshell that wasn't completely cooked.
In the end, the whole plate of scrambled eggs was eaten by Song Yu. He even found an excuse for himself, saying that he just happened to want to eat eggs today.
Le Zhishi felt that his coincidental timing was very strange, so he very dejectedly cleaned up the dishes and stood by the sink to fill it with water. "I'll never cook again."
Song Yu leaned against him, brushed Le Zhishi's hair aside, and kissed the side of his face. His voice was low but soft. "I've finished eating."
His words sounded like he was asking for credit, which aroused Le Zhishi's little self-esteem. He turned and stared at Song Yu's face. "You mean you still think it's disgusting."
"It's delicious." Song Yu spoke without hesitation, and his expression didn't change. Everything he said was true. His gaze swept over Le Zhishi's soft lower lip. "You really don't want to cook anymore?"
"Yes." Le Zhishi nodded.
"Cook." Song Yu's tone was very soft, as if he was coaxing him. "Just cook for me."
After hesitating for two seconds, Le Zhishi still couldn't refuse Song Yu at all. He could only look down and look very obedient. "Okay."
As if he felt that his answer was a little hasty, Le Zhishi turned around and picked up a bowl. He said in a serious tone, "When I learn well, I'll cook for you often."
Song Yu only had one hand that could move, but he still took the bowl that Le Zhishi washed and was covered in foam. He took it under the tap and washed it clean.
"You don't have to learn very well." His tone was very casual and relaxed, as if he was the least picky person in the world. "I'm very good now."
"Your requirements for me are really very low." Le Zhishi smiled as he washed the last plate. The sunlight outside the kitchen window pierced through the clouds and illuminated his eyelashes into a translucent light color.
"No." Song Yu helped him rinse the plate and put it on the countertop. "It's because you're already very good."
Le Zhishi kissed his cheek with a hint of gratitude. Because with Song Yu, he never felt that he wasn't good enough. Once a little bit of such a dark flame was ignited, Song Yu would decisively extinguish it.
"I'll clean up. You go sit on the sofa first. The doctor said that you need to rest more."
No matter what Le Zhishi said, Song Yu didn't leave. He stood in the same place and asked him whether he wanted a rag or a kitchen towel. Then he randomly picked one. The ring on his finger reflected a lustrous metallic luster under the sunlight.
For a moment, Le Zhishi had the illusion that they were like newlyweds, but in the next second, he dismissed this strange idea.
The vacation was leisurely. The two sat on the sofa and watched a movie. Le Zhishi gave Song Yu a thick blanket and covered him. The winter afternoon sun made people feel drowsy. Leaning on Song Yu's shoulder, Le Zhishi was confused and sleepy. He couldn't tell why, but he keenly felt that Song Yu's breathing wasn't right. When he looked up, he saw that Song Yu was frowning. His lips were slightly pursed and the corners of his mouth were flat.
He sat up and gently touched Song Yu's arm. "Does it hurt?"
Song Yu shook his head and let him continue to lean on him. However, Le Zhishi wasn't very happy. He raised his hand and touched Song Yu's face. "What should I do? Do you want to take painkillers? "
He was a man of action. As soon as he had this idea in his mind, his body immediately moved. Song Yu reached out and pulled him back. "No, come back." His hand wrapped around Le Zhishi's waist. His movement caused some wind to enter the room, making Le Zhishi's pores tremble slightly.
"It's not good to take too many painkillers." Le Zhishi also began to persuade himself. He leaned closer to Song Yu and smelled his pleasant scent. Then, he felt his heat. Through the air, he felt the warmth of his palms rubbing against the skin on his back.
Song Yu inadvertently looked at him. His brows were still slightly furrowed. His gaze fell from his eyes to his lips. "Do something to distract him. It should be able to relieve the symptoms."
Le Zhishi kissed him almost in the next second. His reserve could never compete with the straightforwardness and naivety in his bones. However, he knew that Song Yu was injured, so his movements were very gentle. The hand that held Song Yu's cheek was like holding a very precious porcelain, even though Song Yu's only hand was disturbing his breathing.
He was as soft as a pool of summer water. Under the winter sun, he sparkled in Song Yu's arms.
One kiss folded with the other, and the sound of their breathing entered a deeper and sweeter dream.
Moist, soft, like the intercourse of two fish, the warm breath mixed together.
It was rare for Le Zhishi to have the initiative. He was like a child who felt novel. His sensitive neurons released neurotransmitters. They floated, and the joy and excitement produced slowly dispelled the pain.
Lovers were the best anesthetics.
Even though he knew that Lin Rong and Song Jin wouldn't come back at this time, Le Zhishi still felt a little uneasy. The image of his rationality being shattered appeared in his mind. It made him more sensitive, and he trembled while sitting on him.
Afraid that Le Zhishi would catch a cold, Song Yu pulled a blanket from the side with one hand and wrapped it around Le Zhishi's shoulders.
"I'm not cold." Le Zhishi was sweating, and his body became even softer. He supported himself on the sofa with both hands. When he sank down, he kissed Song Yu's forehead and eyes. The frequency of their breathing gradually became the same. His waist was a little tight, and he couldn't avoid it.
The movie came to an end. Le Zhishi's hair was wet with sweat. He brushed it behind his ear. He was a little weak, but he didn't want to press down on Song Yu. Therefore, he supported himself on the edge of the sofa and wanted to get up, but he was stopped by Song Yu.
"Hug for a while." His voice was slightly hoarse as he called him baby.
"Okay." Le Zhishi obediently leaned into his arms, but he didn't dare to use any force, leaving some space for the hand hanging on his chest. After resting for a while, he raised his head and kissed Song Yu's lips. He saw that his neck was slightly red, probably because he had used too much force just now.
For no reason, Le Zhishi thought of the very happy male high school student in the hospital.
He didn't want Song Yu to be hurt. He wanted Song Yu to be happy.
Le Zhishi hooked his arm around Song Yu's neck and pressed his forehead against his. His eyes were moist, and there was still a little redness that hadn't faded. He seemed to be imitating, but he didn't seem to be acting coquettishly. No matter what came out of his mouth, it was pure and obedient.
"Hubby," he said very softly, and there was a soft nasal sound from when he was panting not long ago.
Song Yu obviously didn't expect this.
From his slightly widened eyes, Le Zhishi saw a rare look of surprise on Song Yu's face.
This seemed to give him a kind of encouragement. Le Zhishi cutely kissed him on the lips, leaned over to his ear, and whispered again, "Hubby."
The blanket on his shoulders slid down, revealing the beautiful lines of his spine.
Song Yu cleared his throat and wrapped the blanket around him. Then he turned his face and said awkwardly, "You're a smart learner."
"Okay." Le Zhishi got up wrapped in the blanket and pursed his lips. "Then forget it. I can't learn it well anyway."
He muttered to himself that he was cold and got up from Song Yu's lap. He picked up the sweater that he had thrown on the ground and put it on. After he got out, he looked at Song Yu and realized that his neck and ears were red.
He was no different from the seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy in the hospital.
It turned out that Song Yu also felt embarrassed. He was so innocent, and it was a huge contrast to some of the times.
"This movie is over." Le Zhishi's sweater just covered his thigh. He held the remote control and looked in the direction of the TV, minding his own business. "Do you still want to watch it? How about a comedy? This sci-fi movie seems pretty good. "
The screen jumped from movie to movie. Le Zhishi's eyes were focused on looking for a good movie. Suddenly, he heard Song Yu sigh very softly. If he didn't pay attention, he wouldn't have been able to hear it.
He quickly turned his head and saw that Song Yu was frowning again. His left hand was resting on his injured right arm, and he looked like he was in pain.
"Does it still hurt?" Le Zhishi grabbed the remote control and crawled to his side. Seeing that he grunted reluctantly, he touched his arm and said to Song Yu seriously, "But I can't do anything that distracts my attention. My back is sore."
"I'm not asking you to do that …" Song Yu looked at Le Zhishi as if he was looking at a strange creature in a movie. He was obviously dissatisfied with his misunderstanding.
Le Zhishi lowered his head and played with his left hand. "Then what should I do? Take your medicine, brother. " He said it a little childishly. He even took off Song Yu's ring finger and put it on his index finger, observing it under the sun.
Song Yu's expression and tone became unnatural again.
"Say it again …"
"Hmm?"
Song Yu glanced at him. "… Say it again, like just now."
He was so arrogant even when he was asking for help. As expected of a cat.
Le Zhishi complained in his heart. Then, he kissed his lips and said in a light tone, "Hubby."
In addition, he generously added a lot of "I love you".
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
