Xiao Xin leaned against the sink, looking at him expressionlessly: "..."
Jiang Yuqing leaned closer to his face, then whispered in his ear, "You need to know, before Fu Yan lost his memory, he liked me. Once he regains his memory, what are you to him..."
Xiao Xin clenched his fist at his side, just about to make a move, when Fu Yan's voice came from the doorway: "Brother?"
Xiao Xin shoved Jiang Yuqing aside and walked towards Fu Yan.
Jiang Yuqing lost her balance, braced herself against the sink, and looked at Fu Yan's profile in the mirror with a sinister smile.
Before Fu Yan's gaze fell on Jiang Yuqing's face, Xiao Xin turned his face around, grabbed his hand, and walked out.
Fu Yan wanted to turn around to look, but Xiao Xin stopped him: "Don't turn around!"
Seeing that his face was red with anger, Fu Yan nodded: "Okay, brother, I won't watch."
Xiao Xin didn't explain much to him, and quickly left this place of trouble by taking Fu Yan's hand.
He went back to the private room to get his phone and Fu Yan's bag, said goodbye to Feng Lu, and then left with Fu Yan.
Xiao Xin didn't call a car since it wasn't far from home.
The sky was overcast and gloomy, much like his mood at that moment.
Xiao Xin walked ahead with her head down, her steps hurried.
Fu Yan followed closely behind, only able to see Xiao Xin's back. He wanted to ask Xiao Xin what had happened, but he couldn't see Xiao Xin's face at all.
He slung his bag over his shoulder and reached out to hold Xiao Xin's hand, which was as cold as ever.
As they entered the dark alley, Fu Yan shone his flashlight and heard Xiao Xin's soft sobs.
Xiao Xin is crying...
He stopped and pulled Xiao Xin into his arms, gently rubbing her head soothingly.
"Brother, what happened? Why are you crying..."
Xiao Xin cried silently, clutching his clothes tightly: "Silly dog, don't speak..."
Fu Yan opened his lips, exhaled a breath of hot air, but finally decided to keep quiet.
In the cold, dark night, the only warmth was the heat of their bodies embracing each other.
Xiao Xin cried in a suppressed manner, and Fu Yan's chest was wet with tears.
He wanted to tell Xiao Xin to cry out loud, but he didn't dare to speak. He could only hold Xiao Xin tightly, trying to warm him with his own body heat.
The two hugged for about ten minutes before Xiao Xin finally calmed down.
He pushed Fu Yan away and turned to walk out of the alley.
Fu Yan grabbed his hand: "Where are you going, brother?"
"Buy alcohol."
Xiao Xin pulled his hand out, put it in his pocket, and walked forward without looking back.
Fu Yan said nothing and followed Xiao Xin.
Xiao Xin bought three cases of bottled beer at a small supermarket not far away, a total of thirty-six bottles. Fu Yan carried two cases, and Xiao Xin carried one case.
Xiao Xin paid the money, picked up the wine, and walked into the alley.
Fu Yan followed him, walking behind him.
It was cold on the rooftop, with a few scattered stars hanging in the sky.
Xiao Xin placed the small round table on the open-air rooftop, opened a few bottles of wine and put them on it, then placed two small stools next to the round table.
He sat on a low stool and handed an opened bottle of beer to Fu Yan, who was standing next to him, saying, "Drink with me."
Fu Yan took the wine bottle, worried that he would catch a cold, so he put a thick coat on him and then placed a heater at Xiao Xin's feet.
He didn't want to persuade Xiao Xin to go back inside, or spout nonsense like "the rooftop is cold." He knew Xiao Xin was in a bad mood and needed to vent.
So he stayed with him.
Xiao Xin gulped down two bottles, feeling a little dizzy. Turning her head, she saw that Fu Yan still had half a bottle left, and asked angrily with a flushed face, "Why aren't you drinking?"
Seeing his flushed face and angry expression, Fu Yan suddenly laughed: "Brother is so cute..."
Seeing the smile on his face, Xiao Xin felt a pang of sadness in his eyes again. He kicked the empty beer bottle next to him and cursed, "Cute my ass."
As he spoke, he tilted his head back and took another gulp of wine, trying to suppress the tears welling up in his eyes, but he couldn't control them at all.
The more he tried to control himself, the more tears he shed.
Fu Yan looked at his tear-reddened face and suddenly panicked.
He put down the wine bottle in his hand, picked up a stool and sat down next to Xiao Xin, took Xiao Xin's hand and pulled him into his arms.
"Why does my brother cry so much..."
"It breaks my heart to see my brother crying..."
He gently stroked Xiao Xin's hair at the back of his head, as if he were coaxing a child.
Xiao Xin snuggled closer to him and muttered, "Idiot, if you don't like me crying, then get lost."
Fu Yan hugged him tightly, "No, I like it, but I only like it when you're being fucked by me in bed, not when you're crying sadly..."
Xiao Xin bit his collarbone hard. "Damn, you've got a lot of demands..."
Fu Yan frowned slightly and patted his back gently. "So, brother, save your tears for me, not for anything else."
For some reason, listening to Fu Yan's voice and heartbeat, Xiao Xin suddenly didn't want to cry anymore.
He wiped away his tears, put a little distance between himself and Fu Yan, and looked at Fu Yan, saying, "I'm so much older than you, isn't it childish of me to cry like this..."
Fu Yan saw that his eyes were red and wet from crying as he looked at her, and her heart melted completely.
He cupped Xiao Xin's face, placed a kiss on his eyes, and then looked at Xiao Xin and said, "No, everyone cries, even I'm human..."
Looking into those sincere eyes, Xiao Xin suddenly felt a little awkward. He looked away and muttered, "Embarrassing."
Fu Yan shook his head. "It's not shameful."
After saying that, he hugged Xiao Xin to his chest again, "Brother, I'll take care of you from now on. If you're afraid of losing face, just hide in my arms and cry."
Xiao Xin rubbed her face against his chest and whispered, "Fu Yan..."
Fu Yan kissed his forehead. "Brother, I'm here."
Xiao Xin suddenly felt a lump in her throat, and her voice choked with emotion: "Have you ever thought about finding your memories?"
Fu Yan noticed his nasal tone, and rubbed Xiao Xin's earlobe, saying, "Why did you suddenly ask this, brother?"
Xiao Xin suddenly said sternly, "Answer my question."
Fu Yan: "I've thought about it."
Xiao Xin suddenly fell silent.
"I want to know how I met you, and everything related to you," Fu Yan said earnestly.
Xiao Xin: "...Don't you want to know about your own past?"
Fu Yan thought for a moment and asked him, "What are you worried about, brother?"
Xiao Xin lowered his eyes and fell silent.
"Brother, don't be afraid. Even if I regain my memories, I won't go looking for the person I used to like, and I will never abandon you."
Fu Yan rubbed his head to comfort him, "In this life, one wife is enough for me, brother."
Fu Yan said this in a very serious tone, and Xiao Xin couldn't help but laugh: "Then do I still have to call you husband?"
“Yes, my brother called me,” Fu Yan said without hesitation, “I want to hear it.”
Xiao Xin bit his neck, glancing unintentionally at his chest.
"Your injuries don't seem to have been treated recently?" Xiao Xin asked.
Fu Yan pulled down a bit of his collar to show him: "It's not itchy anymore, all thanks to my wife..."
Xiao Xin felt embarrassed by his matter-of-fact address.
He gently stroked the gradually disappearing scar with his fingers; it was indeed much flatter.
"Brother, are these scars on my body ugly?" Fu Yan asked.
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