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Chapter 49 Lonely Indus
Chapter 49 Lonely Indus
Ye Rong tossed from morning to night, and tried several times before and after, but every time he was kicked out without seeing anyone.
The whole person is getting more and more depressed, and he can't figure out how he can kick him from heaven to hell when he wakes up.
Ye Sheng carried him back to the hospital bed, forbid him to do useless work to hit the nails, and persuaded: "You and him are not from the same world at first, the intersection with him is just an accident, and now it is just returning to the normal track of each other's lives."
Ye Rong curled up in a ball under the quilt, staring tiredly, like a child who was robbed of his beloved candy.
He slowly turned his back and grabbed the corner of his hand to cover his face.
Ye Sheng watched incomprehensibly from the side, and after a while he walked over to take his hand away, but when he really saw that Ye Rong was secretly wiping tears, there was a rush of anger against his heart and lungs. He couldn't swallow or spit it out.
He knew exactly what kind of person Ye Rong was. In the past, he couldn't hold back a single tear under all the hardships and difficulties. He didn't even cry from the beginning to the end of Xu Jue, who gave up his obsession.
But at this very moment, he cried so painfully that his throat could not make a sound, he could only tremble and hold his breath, letting the tears wet his face.
And it was only because the man who had only known him for a while had forgotten about him.
It turned out that Ye Rong's tears were not for suffering and resentment, but for his sincere love.
It turned out that Ye Rong had already reached the point where there was no turning back for the man surnamed Fu.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he pulled out a tissue and silently wiped away the tears from Ye Rong's face. After wiping, he kneaded the paper ball into a ball and held it in his palm.
"You like it, no...you fell in love with him?" Ye Sheng asked.
Ye Rong raised his eyes, and there were still tears in his slightly red eyes, as if in the blink of an eye, they would fall like transparent beads and hit his heart.
Ye Sheng wanted to reach out to pick it up in an instant, but in a flash, he saw Ye Rong's tears and was absolutely certain that he could never be wrong.
Yes, I'm in love with him, he deserves it.
He answered silently to the point where it was almost deafening. Under Ye Sheng's calm expression, his palms were soaked with sweat and quietly soaked the tissue that was stained with Ye Rong's tears, as if his heavy hopeless heart was crumpled.
Ye Sheng sighed lightly as if he was breathing. He didn't say anything, just raised his hand to touch his hair. At this moment, his identity was reversed, as if Ye Sheng was the tough and mature older brother, and he was comforting him who was hurt by love. brat.
"Want to listen to poetry? Go to sleep when you're tired. Can I read poetry to you?"
Ye Sheng rarely has such a gentle moment, put away the sharp edges and corners, like the warm water sprinkled in his heart slowly flowing through the painful wound, also like a quiet and silent harbor, no matter how windy and rainy night, it can always make people feel A place to live.
Ye Rong, who was fragile and frightened at this time, had a hard time rejecting him like this. He sniffed, choked out uncontrollably, and nodded towards Ye Sheng.
The setting sun is slanting, and the twilight is about to rise, and there seems to be a heavy mist lingering on the branches of the plane tree by the window.
Ye Sheng tucked the quilt for him, sat beside the bed, and a light mist seemed to fall on his shoulders, turning into a luxuriant but lonely sycamore.
"Many years before the iceberg formed
fish surfaced
sink, many years
...
train on bridge
a season
From the small station in the field
stay for each tree
Flowering fruit, many years."
Ye Rong was coaxed to sleep under his bewitching tone countless times, leaving him alone to stay awake for a long time in silence.
But if Ye Rong woke up from a dream and saw Ye Sheng's face, he would know that the child he rescued had grown up early, and that there was no one who held the most pious and pure heart in the world.Deep down in the corner of concern.
He doesn't fight or rob, he doesn't get jealous or extravagant, he just wants Ye Rong to be happy and happy, just like the perfection he should have at his fingertips.
Ye Sheng shook his head, wondering if he was sad for Ye Rong or for himself.
At the end of thousands of tumultuous thoughts, there is only one sentence left, "Don't be afraid, I will always be by your side."
[The author has something to say: The poem is "Many Years" by Bei Dao
I hate it so much, why can I only have such a short day shift!Everyone, save up, who made me a useless rookie dog]