walk
This time they brought a flashlight, and finally the visibility was improved from 0 to 5.
"I saw a swing chair over there during the day. Let's go sit there." Hanyu waved the flashlight into the distance, and there was indeed a small white dot.
Zheng Cheng followed him in small steps, but still stumbled. After stumbling twice, Hu Hanyu stopped.
"Let me hold your hand and walk with you?" Hu Hanyu stretched out his hand.
No one answered, but a hand automatically slipped into his palm.
"Why aren't you talking today?" Hanyu squeezed the slender hand.
"I don't know what to say." Zheng Cheng replied.
They held hands and walked towards the swing chair following the light of the flashlight.
There were quite a lot of tourists visiting this area during the day. Someone dug a big hole on the beach. Hu Hanyu stepped over it with his long legs, then turned around and pulled Zheng Cheng to the ground.
The area around the pit had collapsed a bit, but the original shape was so regular that it was still clear it was a squat toilet. Zheng Cheng bent down to look at it for a moment, then looked up and asked, "Why do I have to step over the toilet?"
"Come over here and I'll catch you. This will be more romantic." Hu Hanyu stretched out his hand.
"Are you sick? I'm allergic to romance." Zheng Cheng grabbed his hand and walked around him.
"Then it will be hard to pursue you." Hu Hanyu said.
The swing chair has been rusted by the sea breeze and squeaks when it is shaken. I have to ask Manager Wang to oil it tomorrow and bury the squat toilet.
"Have you ever been in love, Hu Hanyu?" Zheng Cheng pushed the ground with his feet to make the chair rock higher.
Zheng Cheng had always wanted to try this kind of chair when he saw it in street parks, but he couldn't ask the driver or the servant to stop and wait for him because of his face. Today he finally succeeded.
"No." said Hu Hanyu.
"Then how come you are so eloquent and good at saying sweet words?" he asked while kicking the ground.
"Even if you haven't eaten pork, you have seen pigs run. Lift your feet up." Hanyu also kicked twice, using his body weight to make the rocking chair swing higher.
Zheng Cheng raised his legs and let the centripetal force swing him. It was quite fun, similar to the pirate ship in the park.
"It seems that even watching pigs run is useless. For someone like you who has no worries about food and clothing and is allergic to romance, sending flowers and gifts will be of no use," said Hu Hanyu.
"So you're just raising pigs, huh? You've fed me so much. Stop shaking it! If you keep shaking, the abalone in my stomach will go back to the sea."
"You don't have to eat if you can't eat it." Hu Hanyu braked firmly with his foot.
"You picked this for me. Wouldn't it be a bit of a scoundrel if I didn't eat it?" Zheng Cheng shouted.
The person next to him put his shoulder against his, found his hand along his arm, and gently covered it.
"Zheng Cheng, you really are," he whispered, "quite likable."
Zheng Cheng didn't move and just let him hold his hand tightly.
"You've got all my friends in good hands after just a few meals." He looked at the white waves in the distance. "Especially Zhou Min. I rarely see this wolf-like guy talking to others. He always comes to you to talk."
"What about you?" Hu Hanyu asked.
Zheng Cheng used his toes to dig into the sand he had just loosened and buried his feet in it.
"I'm a little, I can't explain it." He said, "Sometimes I find you annoying, and sometimes I can't help but want to get closer to you."
"So what about now? Which time is it?"
"You're asking even though you already know the answer!"
Hu Hanyu smiled.
The sound of the waves and the creaking of the rocking chair filled the silence, but it was not too quiet. They sat like this for a while, watching the waves and the moon, which was buried in the clouds and only a halo could be seen.
"Zheng Cheng, just treat me the same as before." Hu Hanyu said softly, "If you hate me, scold me. If you want to get close to me, get close. I'm not trying to force you to say anything."
What do you say? Do you like it? I can't say it.
I don’t understand why, but Hu Hanyu always says it. He wants to do the same, but when he says it, it always tastes different.
A furry head leaned over tentatively, found the angle, and put its head on Hu Hanyu's shoulder.
He's wanted to do this for a long time.
"I just want to look at the sky, but my neck is sore." Zheng Cheng walked stiffly and said something distorted, "Can you see some stars in this gap in the clouds?"
"Oh, can I?" Hu Hanyu also looked up, and the two of them searched together.
How is that possible?
His shoulder felt comfortable to lean on, and the sky was pitch black. Zheng Cheng felt like closing his eyes.
"What if I fall asleep like this?" Zheng Cheng asked.
"Then I can only carry you back." Hu Hanyu said, "Princess carry."
"? Absolutely not." Zheng Cheng shuddered and stood up, "Get up and go back to sleep."
It was easy to get on the swing chair, but it was difficult to stand firmly on the sandy ground underneath, especially for Zheng Cheng. He had just dug it loose, and it shook when he stepped on it without anyone to support him. He couldn't get up for a long time.
"You're such an ungrateful person! I was holding the chair steady for you just now. I told you to stand up first so you could hold it steady for me, not to laugh at me!"
Hu Hanyu stood there watching him staggering without helping, and Zheng Cheng was so angry that he kicked him twice.
He even smiled and hid away, not even bothering to turn on the flashlight. If there was any light, he would have taken out his phone to take pictures again!
"I'll pull you, come." Hu Hanyu stretched out his hand to him.
"No, just hold the swing steady for me and I'll get up."
"But I want to hold your hand."
"Hey you really!"
As expected, after being pulled up, Zheng Cheng crashed into Hu Hanyu's arms. He clasped his hands together, bringing the two of them closer together.
"Let me hold you for a moment," he said.
Because we can't see, our other senses are magnified many times over.
The sound of the waves faded, replaced by the sound of Hu Hanyu's breathing. The salty smell of the tide was overshadowed by the scent of bamboo leaves and wine. He felt the hand tightening behind his back, the warmth of his neck against his face, and his pounding heartbeat.
It turns out he wasn't the only one whose heartbeat quickened.
"Who agreed to let you hug her?" Zheng Cheng said.
"There must be some benefit in me pulling you up." Hanyu's voice was a little hoarse, just like that night.
"That's quite clever." Zheng Cheng rested his chin on his shoulder.
"So you agree?" Hanyu asked.
It’s so annoying. Why are you asking?
"Whatever you think is true." Zheng Cheng clasped his hands around his waist, deliberately shifting the position slightly from where he had clasped them yesterday.
He heard Hu Hanyu take a deep breath over his shoulder.
"Don't push your luck." Zheng Cheng warned him.
"I know you can't touch my neck." Hanyu smiled against his shoulder, his shoulder feeling warm. "Do you want to go home? I want to drink some Orange Juice."
"Get out, get out." The burning sensation moved up along his shoulders, and Zheng Cheng half pushed and half struggled back.
"Have you put on your shoes? I won't come to look for you this time." Hanyu turned on the flashlight, shone it down, then naturally took his hand and walked back.
"I noticed that you are very elegant tonight." Zheng Cheng followed him slowly, holding his hand for a long time.
"Because I drank." Hanyu said.
"Oh, so you can blame anything you do after drinking, right? I've seen this episode."
"It's true, I speak the truth when I'm drunk." Hanyu squeezed his hand.
Back at the B&B, the three people in the living room jumped up from their seats and dispersed as if nothing had happened, and no one looked at the two of them.
"I'm leaving tomorrow, and I'm a little reluctant to leave." Zheng Sisi pretended to touch every object in the living room, "Goodbye sofa, goodbye single sofa, goodbye other single sofa..."
"I think I can come again next time. Just tell Dad." Zheng Cheng rolled his eyes at her and went straight to press the elevator. "I'm going back to my room, pack my things and go to bed."
"Okay, good night, Brother Cheng. Let's meet downstairs at 10 o'clock tomorrow morning." Xiao Ming was busy arranging the pillows. He took the three squares in his hand, turned them 180 degrees each, and then put them back in their original places.
Zhou Min didn't say anything, but just slid the tablet up and down with a frown on his face.
I turned around and saw that the lock screen was not open!
Can you three act more convincingly?
Why does it act like you three are going to be in a relationship?
As soon as Zheng Cheng entered the elevator, he quickly pressed the door close button five hundred times.
As soon as the elevator door closed, the three of them looked at Hu Hanyu in the kitchen. He stopped pouring a drink into his mouth.
"This is the last bottle. Do you want to drink it?" He raised the Orange Juice in his hand.
"Drink it, drink it." Zheng Sisi said.
"All the Fruity Oranges are yours." Xiao Ming said.
"The same goes for the other Chengs." Zhou Min said.
The logic is quite strict.
Hanyu looked slowly towards the second floor. The door of the master bedroom was locked with a click and was not opened again until all the lights in the living room were turned off.
I want to go home.
Zheng Cheng couldn't open his eyes. He lay on the hard floor, listening to the people around him talking in Japanese.
"Dad, I asked a few people nearby, but they all said they haven't seen it. What should I do?"
"Don't worry about where it comes from. He's too weak. Feed him."
I don’t want to eat, I want to go home.
Zheng Cheng heard someone approaching. He wanted to speak, but he didn't even have the strength to move his lips.
"Hello, can you hear me? I made you something to eat." It was the voice of a young boy.
Someone handed him a spoon and Zheng Cheng clenched his teeth.
"He doesn't open his mouth..." said another young boy.
I don’t want to eat, I want to go home.
"Let me try." said another person.
A few drops of liquid dripped onto his lips, which his cracked lips quickly absorbed and flowed into his mouth along the seams of his lips.
Salty. Zheng Cheng smacked his lips.
He suddenly opened his eyes and saw an IV bag hanging from the ceiling, the instrument was dripping, and the boy in the kitchen disappeared. This was a hospital.
He vaguely heard people talking not far away, but the noisy and rhythmic sound disturbed him and he couldn't hear clearly.
Boom, boom, boom.
"Such a long-term consideration in the Tokyo area..."
Boom, boom, boom.
What? What are they talking about?
"Forget about the long-term..."
Boom, boom, boom.
It's so noisy! I can't hear you. What's wrong with the long-term plan? Isn't the future of the Tokyo area mine? What's going on?
Boom, boom, boom.
Zheng Cheng realized that it was his own heartbeat.
The pure white ceiling began to spin, and the roar in his chest completely blinded his other senses. With the tremor of fear, darkness once again obscured his vision. After a dizzy spell, he returned to the storage room where it was difficult to turn around.
wrong!
This is not true, it's all over, it's over a long time ago!
Wake up, Zheng Cheng, wake up!
Panic attacks that occur during nightmares are the most difficult to deal with.
Zheng Cheng opened his mouth, lifted his shoulders, and squeezed his swollen throat to breathe in, only then could he get a little bit of oxygen. He felt like he was sinking to the bottom of the water, kicking his legs stiffly and opening his hands to grab something.
Anything is fine, just get me out of here.
But there was nothing around him.
Zheng Cheng wanted to scream, but only gurgling sounds came out of his throat. Amidst the dizziness and stiffness from overbreathing, he used all his strength to turn over and propped up his body with his forehead against the pillow.
Bed, pillow, B&B, bedroom. Zheng Cheng, breathing normally.
In the darkness, he smelled a lingering fragrance of bamboo leaves.
"Let me hold you for a moment."
The man appeared in his mind, and Zheng Cheng was like a drowning man grabbing a piece of driftwood, trying hard to recall his embrace, warmth, and voice.
"Hanyu..."
Zheng Cheng heard his hoarse voice calling out that person's name.
Hu Hanyu, hold me tight.
Hu Hanyu, take me away.
Hu Hanyu...
I want to go home.
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