Chapter 21: Together
Lu Yan had never seen Yu Zechuan like this before. He tentatively reached out and patted the other person's face, frowning and asking in a low voice: "Are you okay?"
Before he could finish his words, his wrist suddenly felt tight and someone grabbed it.
In the cold room, Lu Yan became the only source of warmth around Yu Zechuan. The latter, in a trance, regarded him as his deceased mother. He tightly grasped his wrist and refused to let go. His boiling tears fell to the floor and he said incoherently: "Mom! Don't jump! Don't jump!"
Lu Yan subconsciously wanted to pull his hand back, but was held tighter. Yu Zechuan was so panicked that his whole body was shaking, as if if he relaxed a little, his mother who was about to fall by the window would fall to her death immediately. He pleaded in a low voice: "Mom... don't let go of my hand... I beg you... don't let go..."
"Just kill me... don't torture yourself..."
Yu Zechuan cried very quietly, and even buried himself in a ball out of habit. Lu Yan only felt that his hands were full of wet tears. He moved his fingertips with difficulty, but found that he couldn't pull out the tears. He had no choice but to comfort him: "Okay, I won't leave, you let go of my hand first."
In his entire life, he never thought that he would one day become someone's mother.
Yu Zechuan didn't know whether he believed his words or not, his fingertips finally loosened a little, but he still held Lu Yan tightly.
The more Lu Yan pushed, the closer he got.
Finally, Yu Zechuan forced himself to rest his head on Lu Yan's legs like an animal looking for a nest, his brows knitted, and he rubbed his body twice in a rather uneasy manner before finally settling down. However, he would still twitch for a moment as if frightened from time to time, and mutter something nonsense.
Lu Yan sat on the floor with his back against the wall, unable to leave. Seeing that Yu Zechuan was really pitiful, he had no choice but to take off his coat and wrap him up, then held down his restless hands tightly.
His body was not astonishingly strong, but he had all the necessary muscles, and his body was well-proportioned and beautiful. A burning heart was beating slowly in his chest, and one could vaguely see his thriving vitality.
The warm embrace and the closed space of the coat made Yu Zechuan feel safe. He buried his face in Lu Yan's abdomen and murmured to himself:
"Jiang Boyun... Jiang Boyun... I want to kill him..."
Lu Yan responded perfunctorily: "Well, kill them, kill them however you want."
Yu Zechuan: "And... and Min Dongxing..."
Lu Yan raised his eyebrows. Min Dongxing? Who? No matter, a friend may die, but a friend may die. “Well, kill him.”
Yu Zechuan: "And... Lu Yan... he's going to die too..."
Lu Yan lowered his head immediately: "This one can't be killed!"
He is obviously a good man, why does Yu Zechuan always want to kill him!
Yu Zechuan stopped talking. He was wrapped in Lu Yan's coat, shivering all over, with fine beads of cold sweat on his forehead. He complained of a headache, thirst, coldness, and heat.
Lu Yan patiently stood up to pour him some water, but he didn't expect Yu Zechuan to hold his waist tightly and refused to let go. He didn't know if he thought of him as his deceased mother: "Don't go... Don't go... Don't leave me alone..."
Lu Yan: "I won't leave. I'll pour you a glass of water."
Yu Zechuan closed his eyes and shook his head: "No... I don't want water..."
Lu Yan had no choice but to sit back.
Yu Zechuan shrank into his arms: "I'm thirsty."
Lu Yan: “…”
Lu Yan pulled the hand that was squeezed around his waist, which made him unable to breathe. He didn't understand why he had to come here to serve an ancestor. He carried Yu Zechuan to the sofa and sat down. He took an unopened bottle of mineral water from the tea table, squeezed it and fed him a few sips.
I didn't feed him much, but he vomited out most of it.
“Ahem…!”
Yu Zechuan coughed and coughed at the same time, his eyes turned red and tears overflowed. His crow-feather-like eyelashes were wet and condensed into a ball. However, due to his pale skin and blood loss on his lips, the light blush did not make him look healthier. Instead, he looked as if he was sick and broken.
Lu Yan didn't mind being vomited all over himself. He put the water aside, patted his back to calm him down, and asked in a low voice, "Do you still want to drink?"
It was obvious that Yu Zechuan would not drink anymore. He closed his eyes and shook his head, then groped his way back into Lu Yan's arms, resting his head on his thighs, and this time he really fell asleep.
Lu Yan tentatively lifted Yu Zechuan's head and moved it to the side, but he didn't expect that the other party's vigilance in his sleep would only increase. Whenever Lu Yan moved the slightest, Yu Zechuan's fingertips would suddenly tighten, with such great force that they almost penetrated into his flesh.
Lu Yan's face twitched in pain and he could only sit back obediently. He glanced casually and suddenly found that the pot of purple Patchouli was thrown by Yu Zechuan in the corner of the floor-to-ceiling window. He didn't know if it was because he hadn't seen the sun for a few days, but it looked a little wilted.
If this pot of flowers dies, Yu Zechuan will most likely throw it away.
Lu Yan was already thinking about what excuse he would use to send him flowers next time.
The light and shadows gradually dimmed, and the sofa was too soft. Lu Yan leaned on the sofa with his arms folded, closed his eyes, and fell asleep unknowingly.
In the second half of the night, around four in the morning, the dark sky turned faintly blue, with a streak of white at the end, and it would be dawn soon.
Yu Zechuan had a very long dream, which was so beautiful that he was reluctant to wake up. His mother, who had been crazy and scolded him all the time when he was a child, suddenly became gentle and sat by his bed to take care of him when he was sick and had a fever, patiently comforting him and feeding him water.
This was a treatment that Yu Zechuan had never enjoyed in his childhood.
He couldn't help but move a little closer to the warm embrace, but suddenly he felt an itchy sensation at the tip of his nose, as if something feathery was brushing against it.
Yu Zechuan frowned and opened his eyes in a daze, but was caught off guard by a handsome face that was infinitely magnified. The other person was too sleepy, and his head was nodding. When he lowered his head, his hair accidentally touched Yu Zechuan's forehead, which should be the source of the itch just now.
“…”
Yu Zechuan's pupils slowly dilated.
It was a completely unfamiliar face, so beautiful that it was unnatural, with a high nose bridge, thin lips, an angular chin, jet-black hair hanging down to cover the eyes, and eyelashes so thick that they made people jealous.
The light and shadows are dim, but it seems even more mysterious and profound.
But no matter how good-looking the other person is, it cannot hide the fact that Yu Zechuan does not know him.
Only by the clothes he was wearing, Yu Zechuan recognized that the strange man who suddenly appeared in his home was the strange neighbor next door.
Yu Zechuan's expression suddenly turned extremely ugly. He sat up slowly and was about to wake up the strange man to ask him why he came to his home, but the man seemed to sense something and suddenly opened his eyes.
Yu Zechuan paused: "..."
When their eyes met, the murderous intent in their eyes overshadowed the embarrassment.
Lu Yan: “…”
No wonder it was so cold just now, it turns out this killer has woken up.
Lu Yan lowered his eyes and glanced at Yu Zechuan's hand holding the knife hidden in his sleeve. He could only pretend that he didn't see it and greeted Yu Zechuan: "You're awake."
Lu Yan decided to strike first. Before Yu Zechuan could react, he sat up on the sofa and pinched his nose. He looked exhausted without pretending. He said apologetically, "I'm sorry. When I came home yesterday, I suddenly heard an unusual noise in your room, and the door was not closed. I was a little worried, so I came in to check the situation..."
He paused for a moment, letting Yu Zechuan figure out what was going on: "I'm really sorry for accidentally staying at your house for a whole night."
Yu Zechuan's mind must be confused and his thoughts must be chaotic. Lu Yan said that he found the door unlocked when he came in, which was also a gamble in another sense, betting that Yu Zechuan couldn't remember whether he locked the door when he was ill yesterday.
In fact, Yu Zechuan really couldn't remember clearly. He was more concerned about another thing -
Did Lu Yan actually see his crazy look when he was sick?
But the fact is obvious, Lu Yan not only saw it, but even stayed with him for the whole night.
Yu Zechuan's face suddenly turned extremely ugly, and countless emotions such as humiliation and hatred suddenly surged into his heart. He remembered those classmates who privately scolded him as a mental patient when he was a child, and remembered Jiang Boyun's horrified and disgusted look when he accidentally saw his illness. Cold sweat broke out on his palms, and his fingertips couldn't help shaking.
Yu Zechuan grasped the knife in his sleeve without leaving any trace, staring at Lu Yan, his dark eyes covered by his black hair, and his suspicious and sensitive nervousness almost overflowed: "What did you see yesterday?"
Normal people would be scared when they see him. No one wants to deal with a madman.
But maybe it was because Lu Yan had stayed in the hospital for too long, but the people around him were all sick to some extent. He was relatively calm, looking at Yu Zechuan's red eyes and speaking carefully: "I didn't see anything, I just felt..."
Lu Yan paused for a moment before saying, "You may miss your mother a little."
As soon as the words fell, the air was silent for a moment. Yu Zechuan froze, not knowing what expression to make.
Lu Yanyu tugged at his sleeves. His neat clothes were wrinkled after sitting for a long night. His tired profile was reflected in the hazy light and shadow, and the night gave it a special tenderness.
"It's getting late. I'm going back now."
"If you need any help in the future, just come to me. I'll be next door."
The following sentence is three parts true and seven parts false.
Lu Yan didn't mind helping Yu Zechuan, but at the same time his instinct for survival told him not to get too close to him.
The man finally left the house, closing the door quietly without disturbing even the dust. Only the remaining warmth on the sofa reminded him that he had stayed there overnight.
Yu Zechuan sat on the sofa in a daze, and suddenly felt a brief confusion, although he himself did not know what he was confused about. The fatigue and pain in his brain came over him belatedly, and he could not help but close his eyes and lower his head, curling up on the sofa, but the warm embrace just now had already left.
As the sun slowly rises, the residual heat will also dissipate.
Lu Yan returned to his home and went into the bathroom to wash his face. His sleepy mind finally became somewhat clear, but at the same time he still felt a little scared.
Lu Yan has always known that it is not easy to be a good person. He was lucky enough to escape from Yu Zechuan today, but he may not be so lucky every time.
The mist was rising and filling the mirror.
Lu Yan wiped it casually and glanced at the mirror. He found that there was a faint blue under his eyes. He was about to go back to his room to catch up on some sleep, but he suddenly stopped and looked a little doubtful.
It seemed like he wasn't wearing a mask in front of Yu Zechuan just now?
When Lu Yan thought of this, his brows knitted together, and he felt his heart beating for some unknown reason:
Wouldn't Yu Zechuan recognize him? !
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