under the rose

Chapter 17 Snail Girl

Xiao Jiang paced back and forth in the living room, wanting to peek at what was going on in the bedroom, but he didn't dare.He didn't know who this Wen Shichuan was, and he didn't know what was going on with his boss, so he could only walk around in the living room in vain, calling on the balcony from time to time, trying to clean up the mess for Fu Xingyun.

Taking the assistant's salary and working as a broker, life is not easy, Xiao Jiang sighed.

After a while, the door of the bedroom opened, and Xiao Jiang rushed to meet him. Wen Shichuan came out and asked briefly, "Do you have effervescent tablets at home?"

Xiao Jiang was at a loss: "I don't know, probably not."

"If you don't have one, buy it. The most common one will do. Rinse it with warm water."

Before he finished speaking, he went back into the bedroom and closed the door.Xiao Jiang went to the pharmacy downstairs to buy effervescent tablets, and only when he had all the effervescent tablets in his hands did he suddenly realize why he was being ordered by Wen Shichuan.But that's all he thought about, Fu Xingyun's state is too scary, it seems that Wen Shichuan knows how to deal with it.

Xiao Jiang went back non-stop all the way, filled a large glass of warm water, threw the effervescent tablet into it, and it "sizzled" melted, and the warm orange smell came out all at once.He knocked lightly on the bedroom door, Wen Shichuan opened the door for him, took the cup, said "thank you" in a low voice, before Xiaojiang could say anything, he closed the bedroom door again.

In the bedroom, the light was blocked by thick blackout curtains. Fu Xingyun lay on his side in the center of the big soft bed, as if he was fast asleep, but his brows were still frowned uncomfortably, his lips were tightly pressed, and his body trembled from time to time. , as if experiencing an unbearable nightmare.

Wen Shichuan stepped barefoot on the thick rabbit fur carpet, sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out his hand and gently brushed Fu Xingyun's forehead hair away, revealing his smooth forehead and closed eyes.After a few years of separation, Fu Xingyun was no longer so childish, but his appearance when he fell asleep was still the same as before.

"Drink some water before going to sleep." Wen Shichuan called him.

Fu Xingyun didn't respond, and covered his head with the quilt irritably.Wen Shichuan pulled back the quilt gently but resolutely, and told him in the old way - pinch his nose.Sure enough, Fu Xingyun kicked his legs in vain under the quilt and opened his eyes.His eyes were still dazed, he was still in the aftermath of the stress reaction, his face was pale, his index finger joint was bitten bloody by himself, but the blood had stopped bleeding, and his fair fingers were covered with blood scabs.

Wen Shichuan supported his back with one hand and the water glass with the other, feeding him the orange-flavored warm water with effervescent tablets added little by little.Fu Xingyun was like a bewildered child, pecking and drinking a glass of water for a long time.Wen Shichuan put down the empty glass, wiped off the water stains around Fu Xingyun's mouth with his thumb and index finger, and let him go back to sleep.

Fu Xingyun just nestled on the soft bed, with half of his face sunk in the pillow, half squinting his eyes to see Wen Shichuan dig out the medicine box, holding his hand, and cleaning and applying medicine to his fingers.Fu Xingyun was afraid of pain, Wen Shichuan was already so light that he couldn't be lighter, but he still had to withdraw his hand from time to time, Wen Shichuan coaxed him while applying the medicine, and kept breathing gently on the wound.

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt, it won't hurt soon"

When everything was ready, Fu Xingyun's index finger was wrapped with gauze, Wen Shichuan covered his eyes with his hand, and said, "Okay, go to sleep."

Wen Shichuan felt that Fu Xingyun's eyelashes brushed his palm slowly, like catching a sleepy butterfly.One after another, after a while, the butterfly stopped flapping its wings safely and fell asleep in the palm of his hand.He moved his hand away and let out a long breath.

Wen Shichuan watched for a while, and saw that he was really soundly asleep before getting up from the bed and leaving the bedroom.

Xiao Jiang was guarding the door, and when he saw the door opened, he wanted to look in, but was stopped by Wen Shichuan, who said: "It's okay, I'm asleep. You go back first, I'll watch, just sleep for one night. "

How could Xiao Jiang agree? He was still waiting for Fu Xingyun to wake up and discuss how to communicate with him about public relations. There was a big wave on the Internet.

"No," Wen Shichuan said immediately, "Don't let him look at the phone, wait until the time passes."

Xiao Jiang was anxious like an ant on a hot pot, and said repeatedly: "How can this be, this"

Reluctantly, Wen Shichuan was unmoved, but just raised his chin towards the gate, and Xiao Jiang was "sent off" in a daze. I've been ordered.

Fu Xingyun was awakened by a nightmare again in the middle of the night. In the dream, the choking pesticide kept burning his throat and esophagus, and he woke up retching.The room was dark, so dark that you couldn't reach your fingers, but there was a wide and warm embrace waiting for him, this embrace wrapped him up, he was like a pearl wrapped in a clam shell.

He drank another cup of orange-flavored hot water, which washed away the non-existing pesticide smell in his throat and made him feel at ease.

Wen Shichuan was afraid that he would bite his hand again, so he hugged him from behind, wrapped his hands around his hands, and recited poems to him in a low voice in his ear.

"If my heart must be broken, my dear, let it be broken for you"*

Fu Xingyun was drowsy in his voice, his voice was a thousand times better than the empty bottles of melatonin sleeping pills in the nightstand, what was waiting for him in the dark was no longer a bloody nightmare , but a smooth dream that lasts until dawn.

The next day, Fu Xingyun woke up from hunger. When he opened his eyes, the room was still very dark. He couldn't tell the difference between day and night, and he felt a little confused.The bed was very warm, but he was alone, and he always felt as if he had an old dream.He turned over and sat up, not bothering to put on his shoes, and stepped on the carpet. There was no one outside the bedroom, and a pot of porridge was rolling on the stove in the open kitchen, with the familiar smell of salty bone porridge.

The snail girl - Fu Xingyun's first reaction.

The next second, "Snail Girl" Wen Shichuan came in from the balcony with an unlit cigarette in her mouth. As if she hadn't seen Fu Xingyun, she passed him, extinguished the fire on the stove, and stirred it up with a spoon. Stir, the fragrant white smoke curled up, making Fu Xingyun's stomach growl.

Fu Xingyun suddenly realized that by the way, effervescent tablets, chanting poems, salted bone porridge, these are all Morse codes that belong to the two of them alone, and the mystery is those time of love.For a while, it seemed that those years of separation in the middle no longer existed, and the bright and bright open kitchen of the apartment was transformed into a public kitchen of the rental house. The only thing that remained the same was the two of them and the delicious salty bone porridge.

"I'm leaving first." Wen Shichuan said.

Fu Xingyun stood at the door of the bedroom with his hands folded, not knowing what to say, he could only nod his head, watching Wen Shichuan put down the porridge spoon, and left with his phone.It wasn't until he was the only one left in the room that he suddenly realized that he scooped up a bowl of porridge silently and ate it mouthful.

salty.

The only thing that remains the same is not the two of them, but Wen Shichuan's poor cooking skills.

In order to drive Wen Shichuan out of his mind, Fu Xingyun, who had recovered from the stress response, began to think about other people, such as Chen Xin.

Chen Xin, Chen Xin, Chen Xin, it must be him.

Fu Xingyun scraped the porridge from the bottom of the bowl with a spoon, wondering why Chen Xin hated him so much.

The author says:

It will be revealed later.

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