: Chapter 53. Clarity

[The tone clears and cools the soft breath. 】
"Yellow Butler, the soup is stewed."
The chef, holding the tray of soup, stood beside the old butler and said softly.
"give it to me."
The old housekeeper took the tray, stopped at the door, sighed, and pushed the door into it.
The teenager who was sitting on the bed looking at the book and heard the movement raised his head, and saw that it was the old housekeeper who came in carrying the soup again, so he put down the book and chuckled, "Old housekeeper, what kind of soup is this? "
Putting the tray on the small table beside the bed, the old housekeeper glanced at the boy with a pale face and resisted sighing again , but said, "I changed the soup and the radish ribs. I do n’t always say I eat radish in winter Eat ginger, the young master will drink a little while it's hot to make up for his body. "
"Your old man didn't even bring me ginseng, otherwise I would have gotten nosebleed."
Su Ankou ridiculed, but still obediently picked up the bowl, ate radishes and ribs a little bit, and then finished the soup, leaving the bowl clean, just like a good boy who was not wasted by parent education.
The old housekeeper stood aside and looked down at the smoky-haired young boy who was clever and clever. There was a pity in his heart, Zhang opened his mouth to say something, and finally just told the voice and went out again with the tray.
Su An, who wiped the corners of her mouth, leaned back on the head of the bed again and coughed twice. She had to pull the quilt up and pick up the book in her hand again, reading it absently.
Outside the open curtains, the sky outside the glass was high and plain, like an old white cloth shampooed.
It has been three days since the low fever in Su'an.
Originally thinking that I was just a little tired and didn't want to give up the notice, Su Xitang was forced to stay at home to rest, when to get rid of fever and when to go back to work.
I was used to the gentle appearance of the man towards him, and when I faced an irresistible order, I remembered that it was a cold and strong underground godfather, although the man was now weaker than himself and was lying in the room on the other side of the corridor.
But even if he was weak again, he was awakened by first aid only a few days ago, and Su An knew that the man did not give himself any free time.
The people who come to the house every day are not broken. Su An can hear the footsteps outside the door after a period of time, most of them are to the room at the end of the corridor.
Su Xitang just changed his office location from the group company to his home.
Several times Su An wanted to tell him to take a good rest and he could recover and start working again, otherwise the injury would not be cured at all. But after all, I can only think about it.
What is his position? He refused his confession, and it was because of his refusal that the man was in chaos and was wounded to death.
In the hospital corridor, under the pale light.
"I don't know what to do anymore, or you tell me what to do ... I will listen to you."
Su An was so exhausted that he was ready to give up his senseless awkwardness.
The man lying on the hospital bed just looked at him sideways, his expression indifferent, his eyes like the cold snow.
"... Aan, I don't need your sympathy."
Su Xitang's voice is very light, even weak that can't be concealed, but the firmness in the lightly discourse, the tenacity is like a rock.
Su An stunnedly recalled Su Xitang's words. When he came back to God, he found that the books were all inverted.
Decadently closing the book aside, the teenager rubbed his temples, but could not restrain the feeling of powerlessness in his heart.
The heart seemed to be immersed in water, and the whole was swollen, and it was sticky and uncomfortable.
Su An suddenly lifted the quilt, walked out of bed, took off the coat on the hanger, and decided to walk in the yard.
As soon as you leave the house, you will feel the cold temperature in the air.
The bushes in the yard seemed like sleeping thorns, guarding the white secret.
Looking far away, everything is gray and deep, tall trees with fallen leaves, silent buildings, thin telephone poles, and even cold birds flying slowly across the sky.
It's really a lonely scenery.
Su An tucked his hands into his pockets, slightly shrunk his shoulders, and walked aimlessly.
My body is not very pleasant, and I feel a little tired after a while, and because I feel a little boring, I sit down on a wooden chair near the withered flowers. The cold temperature of the wooden chair stimulates Su An to tremble. The teeth endured, but immediately a maid brought thick cushions and hand warmers.
Su An sat blankly on the cushion that the servant had put. Before the servant left, he secretly said to him: "... the master ordered."
Holding a warm hand bag, Su An felt that his fingers were burnt.
The teenager sitting on the wooden chair slowly raised his head.
Su An raised his head and saw the figure on the balcony on the second floor.
The pale man in the wheelchair was covered with a black blanket, and it was not clear from a distance. He seemed to be looking at this side.
In the season when the most tenacious and silent trees are too cold to defoliate and hibernate, Su An's hands next to a warm handbag are sweating.
At this moment they may not be staring at each other, but the teenager slightly pressed his lips, nervousness not wanting to admit it, nervousness for unknown reasons.
The heart that had soaked in the chest for a long time swelled softly, and was turned over and over by something, and he turned several times, even his breath was unstable.
At the moment Su An was about to stand up, it was the people on the balcony who moved first.
Watching the man turn the wheelchair and leave the balcony, a little disappeared into sight. The young boy who had just been charged lost all his strength and sat back on the chair.
What is going on. Why does it seem that he is the one who was rejected.
Or, they all refused, what are they still entangled in?
Suddenly the shame that burst out of my heart seemed to finally give the teenager some kind of excuse. After sitting for a while, Su An stood up and returned to the room.
I didn't eat much for supper, and I fell asleep early after taking the medicine.
I don't know a few hours late at night, but I was awakened by the heat.
All limbs are soft, like being roasted on a warm fire. It's impossible to tell where the fire came from. It seemed to be warm blood, but it was like a bone in the inside, which was about to crack when baked.
In the darkness, the messy face that suddenly appeared in his mind was particularly clear.
The organs buried in his body were hot, j jj looked at his confused and satisfied eyes are hot, the tender and domineering body entanglement was hot, the kiss that pulled him into the bathtub was hot, and he vomited when he confessed The breath on the earlobe is hot, everything is hot ...
Really ... so hot ...
Su An, who suddenly sat up, got out of the warm bed and was immediately exposed to the cold air in the late winter night. The huge temperature difference made him goose bumps immediately.
In the mind that gradually calmed down, the picture gradually stopped the rhythm of rewinding, and finally stopped at this scene.
In the dead alley, Su An, who collapsed on the wall, gasped violently. On the side was the fainting Wang Dong, and the wound on his foot was bleeding a little.
The narrow corridor is full of corpses and dripping blood, the pictures of the living on the earth, even the sun and sunset of the sky are glowing with blood, watching people panic.
Only a tall man standing, even though the hands are dirty and bloody, is still pale and beautiful as frost and snow, and will melt and disappear into the air in the next moment.
Su An, confused and inexplicably frightened by his own imagination, watched Su Xitang suddenly approaching him, stepping on a corpse in front of him in disguise.
It is difficult to describe what kind of scene it was, cruel and brutal, but silent and beautiful. The residual sun on the man ’s broad shoulders was so irritating that he shed tears, but he did not want to blink because he wanted to stare at his face for a second.
Su Xitang really came to him, crouched in front of him, and asked if he was injured. Under the slightly frowning brows, there was even the searched concern in the deep eyes.
Probably because it was the first time facing a life-and-death crisis. It was also the first time that I felt like what I did like a hero. Su An, who was in a coma, found his heart beating like a drum.
At the moment when he lost consciousness, it seemed that someone asked him to hug him.
A quiet and cool embrace. It seemed like a lonely high mountain, looking silently at the lost woodman for a long time, but still silent, he opened a jiuqu sheep's intestine, leading to his lush broad embrace.
"When did you fall in love with me?"
"... I have been thinking about this question for a long time, and I don't have an answer when to say exactly."
"But the beginning of everything should be the moment I really treat you as a family."
The tone of the ear rang out to cool the lingering voice.
Su An, with his head buried, almost cried.

Su Xitang looked at the picture in Pad with his head sideways.
The teenager in the picture is standing on the stage and singing. A pair of round cat eyes narrowed slightly because of the investment. The unspeakable charm is flying between the brows. It is restrained perseverance and calm confidence.
The young man's focus on singing was almost inconceivable.
After a sing, the young man still held the microphone, but after closing his mouth, he raised a shallow arc, raised his eyebrows slightly, looking forward and proudly, looking at the audience from afar.
Deafening applause and crazy shouts.
The teenager smiled and saluted the audience, Shi Shiran stepped down.
"Brother, you are great! You can definitely beat Han Dongyun!"
In the face of the excited hug, the teenager just smiled with pride and pride, reached out and touched the head of the person in his arms, and was obviously very happy and repressed to pretend to be mature but had a slightly different and lovely taste.
Su Xitang looked very seriously and looked at this shallow and popular idol drama like the research company's plan.
When Su An's picture ended, the camera turned to others, Su Xitang stretched out his hand with difficulty, and dragged the progress bar back to when the teenager just came on stage, watching the teenager step by step in the cheering of expectation step by step, shining lights Stage.
Suddenly, Su Xitang turned off Pad violently, and even a small and violent action was a big burden for him, but Su Xitang just pursed his lips and turned his head to look at the teenager who appeared in the doorway.
The teenager didn't look at him at all, or couldn't see him, and walked in with two thick rolls of quilt on.
Su An seemed unable to see Su Xitang's silent gaze, and threw the quilt directly on the soft and clean wool carpet.
Spreading a quilt as a mattress, Su An sat directly on it, pulled another quilt over the body, and covered it until he felt that the matter was finished before turning to face the paleness lying on the bed The man spoke calmly.
"I'm afraid of irregularities at night, so I sleep underneath. If you feel cold, call me."
After finishing the speech, he planned to shrink into the autonomous blanket.
"No need to."
Su Xitang's clean voice sounded in the room, "I have air conditioning in my room, please go back."
Neatly refused.
Su An's face was stiff, but he pretended to say carelessly, "Don't you say you like the original, real temperature before?"
Su Xitang no longer spoke, but just looked at him silently, his eyes almost empty and almost indifferent. Su An looked at him like this, and he only felt like a clown with strong words.
The hands in the sleeves gradually clenched, and the nails almost fell into the flesh.
Su An suddenly turned his head, turned around and drilled directly into the quilt, burying his head under the quilt, apparently did not intend to raise his head to speak.
"Go out."
Su Xitang's cold voice sounded again, with several irresistible strengths.
Su An didn't get up, but still buried her body in the bed, but her body curled up tighter, like a shrimp with no sense of security.
It was really embarrassing, Su An told me this way.
I knew it would have been this way. Why did you pay attention to the dignity of straight men?
"Su An, go out."
The voice that was so indifferent that there was no emotion was heard again, almost making people want to see the expressionless face of the speaker.
Su An suddenly opened the quilt, stood up, and looked at Su Xitang lying on the bed. His expressionless face was more chilling than the most disgusted and disgusted expression.
The cold night seemed to have no end, and the gloomy night light sprinkled into the room, and plated on the floor like ice.
"... I don't need you," Su Xitang said lightly.
Moreover, there is a low fever, sleeping on the floor will only catch cold, and then become more ill.
Su Xitang raised his head, but after seeing the teenager's face, he panic lost all his words.
The boy in the icy moonlight was flushed with red eyes, as if trying to hold his tears, the cheeks bulged a little, so stubborn to hide his fragile appearance, and Su Xitang was madly distraught.
In just a moment, Su Xitang regretted what he had said before. Almost no man who regretted anything gave almost all regrets to the same person in a few days.
"Aan--"
Su Xitang, who only had time to spit out two words, was stopped all words.
Su Xitang's wide-open eyes magnify infinitely the cat's eyes with red eyes, and the hot and sniffy nose that fell on his cheeks.
Su An bowed his head with too much force and recklessness, his mouth almost hit Su Xitang's lips, and even made a nibbling sound of teeth colliding.
Although he immediately covered his lips when he was hurt, the teenager did not hide his ferocious expression, and said viciously to the surprised man:
"... Su Xitang, you shut up."
The moonlight in the room was a little faint. It turned out that the lone moon, thousands of miles away, was covered by a thin cloud. The thin cloud was entangled and he did not want to leave. It seemed that there was no way to do it. In the end, Lengyue was tired to take care of it and had to receive some light.
From afar, there is some mist in the moon and sky, as if asleep.