The other party sat down next to him as if he was very familiar, looked at Lang Yangyang's hand with a needle, and then looked at Zhuang Shuo next to him.

His eyes rolled twice, and he asked, "Is this your new boyfriend?" ”

Chapter 14

Lang Yangyang had impatience on his face, raised his eyes to look at him, and did not speak.

The other party looked incomprehensible, and sat down next to Lang Yangyang with a smile: "So tall? Blessed. ”

"Hello." Zhuang Shuo took the initiative to say hello.

He took the initiative, but he was not enthusiastic, half of his eyes could see that Lang Yangyang didn't like this person, his tone was stiff, and his face was fierce.

The man was still smiling: "Hello, hello, my name is Xia Jiang, and I am Yangyang's friend." ”

Zhuang Shuopi didn't smile: "Yes." ”

"Yes, we met in Shanghai, a fellow who used to be a junior high school, and then I heard that Yangyang went home and I didn't believe it, but I didn't expect to really come back."

Xia Jiang said endlessly, "What is the relationship between you and Yangyang?" By the way, what's wrong with Yangyang? Sick? ”

Zhuang Shuo: "Well, he's not feeling well now, we'll talk next time." ”

Lang Yangyang turned his head slightly to look at Zhuang Shuo, he didn't expect him to directly give an eviction order like this.

As soon as these words came out, the smile on Xia Jiang's face couldn't be stopped.

He was embarrassed and hateful, and his eyes were complicated when he looked at Lang Yangyang.

Lang Yangyang glanced at him, still smiling face-savingly: "I'm sorry." ”

Xia Jiang: "That...... Okay, but I'm still happy for you, I can find such a thoughtful ...... when I come back Haha, you know. ”

"What do I know?" Lang Yangyang's irritability reached a critical point, and he looked up at Xia Jiang who stood up, with □□ boredom in his eyes.

Xia Jiang: "It's nothing. ”

Lang Yangyang: "What do you want to say?" ”

Xia Jiang put on a smile with unknown meaning: "Alas, it's you, you always don't like to talk, you used to talk about it and didn't talk about it, so other people's wives came to the door, but now you still don't talk about it." ”

"Why am I telling you?"

"We're fellow countrymen!"

Lang Yangyang's chest was holding his breath and feeling uncomfortable, his head was dizzy, and he just wanted to step forward and punch him.

Xia Jiang wanted to say something more, Zhuang Shuo skimmed over with an eye knife, he was already fierce, and when he frowned, a pair of Danfeng eyes were so sharp that he could knife people.

He hesitated for a moment and said, "I'll go back first, you pay attention to your body, I'll invite you to dinner when I have time." ”

Xia Jiang left, Lang Yangyang lowered his eyes and didn't speak for a long time.

One is that I don't know what to say, and the other is that I am really tired and have no strength.

Zhuang Shuo didn't say anything, just accompanied by him, didn't play with his mobile phone or looked around, just looked at the back of Lang Yangyang's hand.

In April, Changxi City was still cold at night, and the clinic was next to an old community, and there were many people who had a cold in the past two days, and there were still many hanging drips at almost ten o'clock.

There was a grandfather who accompanied his lover to hang a drip, and the weather was cold, so he brought a hot water bottle over and asked grandma to put her hand on it to warm up.

Zhuang Shuo stared at it for a while, and then turned his head to look at Lang Yangyang's hand, pale and bloodless.

"It must be cold, his hands." Zhuang Shuo thought to himself.

But I didn't dare to touch it, Lang Yangyang at this moment looked so fragile, gentle and fragile, like a crystal orchid with dewdrops.

"Yangyang." Zhuang Shuo called him softly.

Lang Yangyang: "Hmm. ”

Zhuang Shuo: "I'll go out for a while." ”

Lang Yangyang: "Okay." ”

Lang Yangyang didn't look at Zhuang Shuo all the time, and only after he got up and left did he open his eyes, and only after seeing Zhuang Shuo's back disappear did he lean on the back of the chair.

The chairs in the clinic are wooden stools, which are hard and uncomfortable to sit on.

He touched the back of his right hand with his left hand, his head was hot, but his right hand was cold and unconscious.

Lang Yangyang looked up at the door of the clinic.

What is Zhuang Shuo going to do, won't he be gone, is he unhappy, because of what Xia Jiang said just now.

He thought that he had concealed his previous emotional experience, and he "made other people's wives come to the door".

Thinking about it, Lang Yangyang wanted to laugh, but the corners of his mouth seemed to be frozen, and he couldn't move.

Raising his eyes and looking at the potion bottle above his head, there were still two bottles left, Lang Yangyang closed his eyes and fell asleep lightly.

He woke up again because he noticed that someone had touched his hand.

When I opened my eyes, it was Zhuang Shuo.

"Awake?" Zhuang Shuo said, placing a plastic bottle with hot water under Lang Yangyang's hand.

"I wanted to buy a hot water bottle, but now it's closed, I can't buy it, so I found a bottle to fill it with some hot water. Is this a little better for the hand? ”

Lang Yang snorted sullenly.

When his right hand touched the hot water bottle, Lang Yangyang's thoughts moved, and he looked at Zhuang Shuo fixedly.

"What's wrong?" Zhuang Shuo was a little embarrassed and sat down in the chair.

Lang Yangyang finally smiled: "It's nothing, thank you." ”

The two stopped talking, Lang Yangyang couldn't sleep anymore, looked at the ceiling and waited for an hour and a half, and after the drip was finished, the two got up.

Lang Yangyang noticed that Zhuang Shuo's coat had been covering him, and he was busy returning it to Zhuang Shuo.

"I'm not cold." Zhuang Shuo said.

Lang Yangyang was very persistent, and the guilt in his eyes was about to well-rise, "How can it be that you are wearing such a little bit if it is not cold." ”

Today, when he went up the mountain to sweep the tomb, Zhuang Shuo is a jacket and a long-sleeved T-shirt, in the middle of the night, Lang Yangyang felt cold wearing three pieces, how could he not be cold.

Zhuang Shuo is indeed not very cold, and the conditions worse than this are innumerable when he is in service, he is physically strong, and he can run three thousand meters in the snow with a pair of pants.

But now Lang Yangyang looked at himself with guilt and distress, and Zhuang Shuo also licked his black and red face and put on his coat.

Lang Yangyang stumbled when he went out, and Zhuang Shuo drove him home.

After the three bottles of drip, Lang Yangyang's condition was not much better, sitting in the co-pilot and touching his forehead and neck.

"It always feels hot."

Zhuang Shuo started the car, opened the car music list and played a random song.

"You also need to get a good night's sleep," he said. ”

Lang Yangyang smiled and looked sideways at him: "Thank you." ”

The moment the headlights were turned on, I found that the spring rain in Changxi City had fallen again, the rain was not heavy, and the car stereo emitted a chord sound full of jazz style.

Mixed with the sound of the dripping rain, the tight strings in Lang Yangyang's body also loosened, and he gently leaned on the back of the chair.

The song playing is "I don't want to lose your love" by Bobby Caldwell.

It's a song from the last century, the car shuttles through the old town, and there are no cars left in the middle of the night, only drizzle and graceful jazz music.

There are also two men with their own hearts.

When he arrived at the door, Zhuang Shuo hesitated whether to enter or not.

Lang Yangyang turned around and waited for him: "Come in and take a rest, it's okay to drink a glass of water." ”

Although both of them are men, Zhuang Shuo treats Lang Yangyang as the object of pursuit from the bottom of his heart, in this case, it is not appropriate to enter the other party's house in the middle of the night before they have a relationship.

"No, you have a good rest, I'll come to see you tomorrow." Zhuang Shuo said.

He stood in the doorway, the street lamp behind him, and the light came and made his face disappear in the darkness, but his broad shoulders were in the light, and the drizzle hit his shoulders and was wet.

Lang Yangyang was entangled in his heart, thought about it and thought, and when he opened his mouth, he still asked, "Don't you have anything to ask me?" ”

Zhuang Shuo smiled: "No." ”

Lang Yangyang also smiled, his lips were a little cracked after working all afternoon with a high fever, and his lips hurt a little when he laughed.

"Come in and sit down, I'...... My dog hasn't slipped yet. ”

yes, no dog walking.

When Zhuang Shuo heard this, he had to help walk the dog.

Zhuang Shuo entered the house, a hundred times cramped than the last time he came to repair the gas stove, Lang Yangyang, who was walking in front, took off his coat when he entered the house, and the light sweater was attached to his shoulders, Zhuang Shuo saw for the first time how thin Lang Yangyang was.

A person who makes desserts must have tasted it often, and he had a good appetite for eating before, how could he be so thin.

"Lei Gong~" Lang Yangyang squatted down and snorted Lei Gong's head.

Although he is not feeling well now, when he saw the puppy, Lang Yangyang still held his throat and played with him for a while.

Lei Gong saw that Zhuang Shuo was coming again, and after surrounding him, he came to Lang Yangyang and hummed.

Lang Yangyang sat down on the sofa: "I'm so tired, you can also rest for a while." ”

The sofa at home is not big, it is an ordinary two-seater sofa, usually used by Lang Yangyang alone, Zhuang Shuo did not sit, standing in front of the coffee table with his hands entangled, "I, I'll go and slip the dog away first, you rest for a while." ”

"You really have to go and slip it, Lei Gong is more than eighty pounds, and he will occasionally explode." Lang Yangyang said, got up and poured water for Zhuang Shuo to drink.

Just now I talked about walking the dog just to ask Zhuang Shuo to come in and sit down, and I didn't really want him to help walk the dog.

Zhuang Shuo smiled: "I have carried all the heavy machine guns, am I still afraid of the puppy bursting?" ”

Lang Yangyang snorted out laughing, this laugh didn't hold back his cough, and hurriedly handed the water to Zhuang Shuo.

Zhuang Shuo wanted to help him pat him on the back, but he didn't dare.

Only Lei Gong listened to the heavy machine gun and lay on the ground with an aggrieved whine.

"I'd better go, I'm not at ease." Lang Yangyang said.