Accompany me

Hu Hanyu was fifteen years old that year.

One ordinary morning, he went to Chengcai Restaurant as usual, and moved the ingredients into the store with his fellow apprentices, but he saw a person lying on the floor in the kitchen.

It was a very beautiful child, with a face as smooth as a porcelain doll and delicate features. He was thrown on the ground casually, fragile, yet glowing with beauty.

"Don't worry, my boss. Everything is in perfect order here. I won't let you mess around." Tianyi vowed on the phone, "You'll be back tomorrow, so why don't you come and check it out yourself?"

"Then just wait, I'll do a surprise inspection, and if I find any problems, you're done." The white T-shirt showed the unwiped water stains on his body. Hu Hanyu had a towel draped over his shoulder and was wiping his hair randomly while talking on the phone.

"You can check it all you want! Calling in the middle of the night to collect a debt, damn capitalism." Tianyi said frankly, "If you have anything to fart, hurry up, I need to play games."

Hu Hanyu tore off the waterproof sticker on his waist and said, "Do you remember what I told you about someone falling down in Chengshi's kitchen?"

"Remember, your unforgettable first love."

"Tsk, I didn't remember what I should have remembered." Hu Hanyu rubbed his hair, "I found him."

"Holy crap? You can even find this? A beautiful lady?"

"A man."

"Damn! It's a man, what should I do?"

"What to do?"

"Didn't you say you'd marry him? The formalities are a bit difficult."

"...Didn't you drink too much that day? How come you remember it so clearly?" Hu Hanyu covered his head with a towel, leaned forward and sighed.

"You weren't drunk?" Tianyi said, "Of course I remember. Without you, Ajuan and I wouldn't be here today."

Hu Hanyu stared at the tape on his finger in a daze.

"How do you say it? Do they remember you?" Tianyi asked.

"I didn't ask." Hanyu said, "It's not nice to poke someone in the sore spot right away."

"Yeah, it's evil. This should leave a psychological scar."

"Yeah, so I can't really ask." Hanyu touched the edge of the tape, "But, I don't want to hide it from him either."

After hanging up the phone, Hu Hanyu was about to blow dry his hair and go to bed when he heard the door of the next room open.

Going to sleep in the living room again? Don't follow too closely, let him breathe. Hu Hanyu hesitated for a moment and walked towards the bathroom.

The abnormally hurried footsteps stopped at the door of his room.

Zheng Cheng groped his way downstairs. Without turning on the lights, he curled up on the sofa, illuminated by the swimming pool in the yard.

No matter how many times he told himself rationally that it was over, everything was okay, and he was safe, when fear took over his body, he would be back to his original state. He just wanted to escape, but there was nowhere to go, so he could only escape from the bed and escape from the bedroom.

He curled up his legs into a ball and rocked back and forth, waiting for his heart rate to return, for the trembling of fear to subside.

Hanyu.

Just now, he came out of his attack by thinking of someone, so now, he was the only one in his mind.

Zheng Cheng wanted to go over and knock on Hu Hanyu's door, but reason told him to stop. It was too late and it would be strange to do so. Besides, Zheng Cheng was in too bad a state right now and he didn't want to be seen.

Especially Hu Hanyu.

"Zheng Cheng?"

The person behind him called out to him hesitantly.

What you fear will come to you.

Whatever you think will come true.

Hearing his voice, a soreness welled up in his throat. Zheng Cheng hugged his knees and lowered his head even lower.

"Don't come over here."

Silence reigned. Zheng Cheng strained to keep his body from shaking too noticeably. He huddled in the middle of the sofa.

After hesitating for a while, the footsteps sounded again.

"I told you not to come over here..." He repeated hoarsely, but he was unable to do anything else but hug himself tighter.

Why is it always him?

"Zheng Cheng..." He walked up to him and stopped, and Zheng Cheng covered his face.

"Don't look." Zheng Cheng's voice leaked out from between his knees, "I don't look good now."

The person opposite smiled lightly and squatted down.

"You look good." A hand landed on his head and rubbed it gently. "You look good no matter what."

"You're just trying to coax me." Zheng Cheng looked at him with half an eye.

"After all, beauty is in the eyes of the beholder." The eyes in front of him were curved.

"Fuck, disgusting."

Hu Hanyu smiled and sat next to him.

"Hu Hanyu." Zheng Cheng called him.

"I understand. I won't tell anyone else," Hanyu said.

"No," Zheng Cheng raised his head and sighed again, "Oh, don't tell them."

"Um."

"I was in a good mood before going to bed today, thinking that everything would be fine." Zheng Cheng buried his head in his arms. "Why? Every time I think I'm almost well, they do this to me again..."

"Zheng Cheng..." The person next to him put his hand on his back.

"Is this how my life will be, Hanyu?" Zheng Cheng's voice came out muffled through his arm. "Is it impossible to recover..."

The hand slowly moved to his shoulder and hugged him tight.

"It will be fine," Hanyu leaned on him.

"What if...it doesn't get better?"

"Even if it doesn't get better, I'll stay with you."

One afternoon, in Xiao Ming's car, Hu Hanyu put his arm around Zheng Cheng's shoulders and said, "It'll be fine." These words were like a seed, tumbling into the cracks in Zheng Cheng's solid defenses.

Every moment spent with him was like rain, allowing the seed to sprout and grow roots, prying open the dry and hard armor, and wrapping up his fragility with its solid roots.

At that time, this person lived in his heart.

It was not until he heard his tears dripping onto the sofa that Zheng Cheng realized that he was crying.

He broke away from Hanyu's hand on his shoulder, jumped off the sofa and stood in front of him.

"Hanyu," he said, no longer trying to hide the sobs in his voice, "hold me."

Hu Hanyu stood up and hugged Zheng Cheng almost at the same time. Zheng Cheng's face hit his shoulder, and his cheekbone hurt a little.

He hadn't cried like this in a long time. In the past, when people saw him crying, others would follow suit, including Chen Min, Zhang Ma, and Sisi... He didn't want to involve them.

But facing the person who had hit him in the face and hurt him, he didn't need to care so much. The despair and exhaustion caused by the repeated torment of the disease finally turned into tears and left his body.

Lying on Hanyu's shoulder, he seemed to become his 12-year-old self again, the child who finally walked out of the endless darkness but could not find his home.

Hanyu patted his back, put his cheek against the top of his head, just hugged him tightly without saying anything.

It was unknown how long it took for Zheng Cheng's sobbing to subside a little. He changed his position and leaned into Hu Hanyu's neck.

"Would you like to sit for a while?" Hanyu said, trying to let go of him, "I'll get you some water."

"No." Zheng Cheng sniffed, "Don't move, my face is a mess now."

"Then get you some paper?"

"I told you to stop moving, Hu Hanyu!" Zheng Cheng pressed his face tightly into the crook of his neck to defend his dignity.

"Yeah, I feel it. My neck seems to be wet." Hu Hanyu smiled, "Why don't you wipe my clothes?"

"Then you can't have this T-shirt."

"Sure, give me that one."

"Oh? I'm really impressed." Zheng Cheng took a closer look and saw that it was indeed the case. "Then it can't get dirty. This is a limited edition, so we have to wash it less often."

"Then I'll wipe it for you." Hu Hanyu directly held his face.

"If it's not you, don't..."

Zheng Cheng's face was small to begin with, and Hu Hanyu had big hands. Before Zheng Cheng could react, he supported his chin with the base of his palm, and with a twist of his thumb, half of his face had been wiped dry.

Do you want to wipe it with your hands?

Zheng Cheng didn't even know what the ingredients of this paste were, he just spread it evenly on Hu Hanyu.

What's worse is that he just looked at Zheng Cheng like that. Now his eyes and nose were red, his eyebrows were twisted and his mouth was open. He didn't look very smart at all.

"You're so annoying!" Zheng Cheng grabbed his hand, but couldn't get away. "I told you to stop looking."

"What's wrong with you? You're obviously..." Hu Hanyu was watching intently. He gently wiped away the remaining tears from the corners of Zheng Cheng's eyes with the tip of his thumb and pressed it on the teardrop mole at the end of his eye. "Beautiful."

I don’t know whether the temperature of my palms rises first or that of my cheeks.

He listened to books when he couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, watched movies while curled up on the sofa, and spent countless sleepless nights spying on other people's love.

The moment he looked into Hu Hanyu's eyes, those fragments collided and converged in his mind, triggering a chemical reaction like fireworks.

Everything around him disappeared, and only he was left in her eyes, his eager and gentle eyes, and his lips that seemed to be smiling.

He put his arms around Hu Hanyu's neck, closed his eyes and kissed him.

It turns out that liking someone is really instinctive.

The softness that touched their lips flashed back, but still could not escape Zheng Cheng's fierce attack. The two clouds collided briefly, leaving behind a little red glow and a little rain.

"Why are you hiding?" Zheng Cheng retreated half an inch and blamed him.

"I'm... shy." Hanyu said with a smile, "It's my first kiss."

"Who isn't?" Zheng Cheng touched his lips with his fingertips. They were soft, just as he imagined. "Didn't you say you liked me? Why are you running away now?"

"You didn't agree, I thought..."

"Okay, stop talking. You're just making excuses because you don't want to hear it." Zheng Cheng pressed his finger down, manually silencing him.

Hu Hanyu smiled again, his breath spraying on his fingertips with a shy warmth.

The impulsiveness from before came back, and Zheng Cheng felt that if he didn't say something, he would combust.

"What do you mean I didn't agree? I asked you to hold my hand and hug me, isn't that obvious? Does this really have to be so clear? Honey, do you want a glass of Michelle Ice City Sweet Honey first, or do we have to stand under a tree and bow to each other before we can proceed?"

"What's all this?" Hu Hanyu laughed so hard that everyone was shaking. "Alright, alright, I've received your kindness."

"That's more like it," Zheng Cheng said softly, pinching his lips dishonestly with his fingers again, "Is this what kissing feels like..."

"I don't know. It was too fast just now. I didn't feel it." Hu Hanyu took his hand away and moved closer. "One more time."

"No, I'm going to wash my face. You covered my face with tears, and now they're all stuck together like starch." Zheng Cheng pushed him away.

He took two steps and saw Hanyu still standing there, so he stepped back and grabbed one of his fingers, "Stay with me."

"Okay." Hu Hanyu smiled like a big dog sticking out its tongue.

When Zhou Min went downstairs early in the morning, he saw Zheng Cheng sitting at the counter, laboriously chiseling the frozen Qingbuliang with a spoon.

"You're up so early." He checked the clock. It was half past six. "Does it take some melting before I can chisel it open?"

"Tsk, then I won't eat it." Zheng Cheng threw the spoon away.

"Let's wait for Hanyu to get up." Zhou Min did some warm-up exercises. "Or I can bring you something else later."

"No need, just run your own way. I'll eat later." Zheng Cheng supported his head with his hands and waved lazily.

The moment the door closed, Hu Hanyu crawled out from under the counter.

In fact, they didn't do anything. Zheng Cheng asked him to hide because he didn't want the three of them to know and make a fuss. It was too annoying.

"Would you like to sleep a little longer?" Zheng Cheng held the small bowl and ate the coconut smoothie in small sips.

"I'll sleep in the car later." Hu Hanyu cut the remaining Qingbuliang into four portions and put them in the refrigerator. "I slept well just now."

"Yeah, you said you'd sleep with me, but you slept so soundly, and one arm felt so heavy." Zheng Cheng disliked.jpg

Hu Hanyu turned around and pinched his face: "Your head is not light either. My left arm is numb from being pressed."

"What do you know? This is the weight of knowledge." Zheng Cheng slapped his hand away.

Although Zheng Cheng repeatedly warned Hu Hanyu to keep his distance after getting in the car, he still couldn't control himself.

My eyes just wouldn't listen to me, they kept opening and closing to look at the person sitting next to me.

Hanyu really fell asleep, leaning against the window as the car shook.

After confirming that everyone in the front seat was asleep or reading, he took advantage of the inertia of the car turning and crossed to Hanyu's side.

Zheng Cheng planned to lean on it for a while, and then slide back when he turned right.

Then when the car turned right, Hanyu fell on him.

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