When he was completely silent, a hurried and anxious voice sounded.
"Sang Zhaoguang, what are you doing?"
When Lin Wannian opened the door, he saw Sang Zhaoguang sitting on the ground with the weapon in his hand flashing white light.
He walked over and saw the other person still holding the knife, staring at him blankly.
They looked at each other.
Until Lin Lwannian stretched out his trembling hand and touched Sang Zhaoguang's face.
"Dang~"
The dagger in Sang Zhaoguang's hand fell.
Lin Wannian looked down and saw the shallow wound on Sang Zhaoguang's wrist. He was furious for a moment: "Why did you cut your wrist?"
“…”
Sang Zhaoguang didn't answer, just watched.
Seeing him like this, Lin Lwannian gritted his teeth and said, "If you don't speak, I'll leave!"
"Don't go." Sang Zhaoguang grabbed Lin Wannian's hand and hugged him tightly in his arms, holding his hands tightly, unwilling to let go.
Lin Wannian was so held in his arms that he had difficulty breathing and his face turned red. "Okay, okay, I won't leave. Can you be gentler? You're strangling me to death."
"Yeah." Sang Zhaoguang obeyed obediently and relaxed the strength of his hands.
Lin Late felt uncomfortable, raised his hand and patted his back in a comforting manner, and said in a slow tone: "What happened?"
"you."
Lin Wannian was confused: "Me? What does it have to do with me?"
"You and that woman." Sang Zhaoguang's body trembled as he spoke, and he hugged the person in his arms again, fearing that the other person would run away from him.
After thinking it over, Lin Lwannian still couldn't figure out what he said: "Which woman am I with?"
When Sang Zhaoguang heard that he didn't care that much about that woman, he didn't know whether to be happy or unhappy for a moment.
The depression in my heart has been reduced a lot.
Muffled, he said, "The one on the phone."
The one on the phone?
Lin Wannian thought for a moment and remembered that when he came out of the shower he saw Sang Zhaoguang holding a mobile phone in his hand, and the picture on the phone interface of him and the factory beauty.
Was it this scene that caused Sang Zhaoguang to become depressed?
Lin Wannian turned his head and carefully observed Sang Zhaoguang's expression.
This is actually true.
Sang Zhaoguang had a listless expression, with his long bangs covering his eyes. He looked depressed and melancholy, similar to the gloomy teenage Sang Shiyan, except that this was the depressed adult version.
Lin Wannian coughed and explained: "I have broken up with her."
Sang Zhaoguang's eyes lit up, then quickly dimmed, and he asked, "Then why don't you delete it? Are you still thinking about her?"
Miss her? He is not the original owner, and it was the girl who dumped him. How could he be so nagging and want to get back together with her? What's more...
He explained: "No, I've been busy making money lately, so I don't have time to look through the photo album on my phone."
"Really?" Sang Zhaoguang didn't believe it at all.
Lin Wannian was really impressed by him: "I haven't asked you yet, why are you asking so many questions and what is self-abuse?"
Sang Zhaoguang lowered his head, a cloud of dejection hanging over him: "I fell in love with you. Seeing you with other people, talking and laughing, makes me very unhappy and sad."
His hands relaxed as he spoke.
Lin Wannian took this opportunity to get out of his arms, put his hands on Sang Zhaoguang's shoulders, half-knelt and faced him: "Stupid guy, I knew you liked me."
Um?
Sang Zhaoguang's eyes were filled with sadness as he looked up at the young man's bright eyes.
Lin Wannian sighed: "Last time I asked you if you liked me, why didn't you say it?"
"You are straight. Even if I like you so much, if I say it out loud, we may not even be able to be friends." What's more, he is a disabled person.
Thinking of this, Sang Zhaoguang became even sadder, and his depression index rose rapidly.
Lin Wannian sneered: "You still know that I'm a straight man. Are you torturing yourself because you can't get the unrequited love?"
"Yeah." Sang Zhaoguang lowered his head and responded softly.
Inferiority and sensitive.
With its head down, it looks like a big dog.
Lin Wannian softened his heart and patted his shoulder: "Okay, be confident. Anyway, I won't be with that girl, so you don't have to worry about me and her. The most important thing now is to bandage the wound on your hand. If it's broken, how can you cook for me?"
He stood up, stretched out his hand, and looked at the man sitting on the ground.
The incandescent light in the room shone down, hitting Lin Wannian's back.
Looks like a glowing angel~
Sang Zhaoguang was dazzled and couldn't help but grab the hand that was extended to him.
In his later years, Lin only bought simple iodine and band-aids.
Sang Zhaoguang was flattered as he watched the young man apply medicine to him. His heart felt numb and tingling. He asked cautiously, "Wouldn't you hate me for liking you, old age?"
Lin Late glanced at him and said, "I hate you, so can you move out now?"
Sang Zhaoguang pursed his lips: "Oh."
As soon as he said "oh", he was hit on the head by the other party.
"I was just kidding. You took it seriously. Come on, stop looking so sad. With me here, you'll definitely need a place to stay and a place to eat."
"But why are you so nice to me?" Sang Zhaoguang was puzzled.
Then, he was lifted up by the jaw.
Lin asked in his later years: "You cook for me and clean the house every day, what do you think you are like?"
Sang Zhaoguang blushed: "House husband."
Lin Late Years: “…”
There was silence for a few seconds.
Lin Wannian smiled, revealing his white teeth: "You have a clear understanding of yourself. Yes, you are my Lin Wannian's househusband."
Sang Zhaoguang looked at the white wrist and then at the handsome face: "In my old age, I don't ask for much." I just want to be by your side, and it would be fine if I am the only one by your side.
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