Mimemimemimemimemimemimemimemimebao! "I'll do it, you go." Lu Lang snatched the clothes in Yuan Xiaoyang's hand and hung them up quickly. The first time in his life, it happened and ended like this.

He turned around and saw Yuan Xiaoyang looking at him with a smile behind him.

“What are you doing?”

"It's nothing, I just think it's good to have you by my side."

"Just know."

Lu Lang snorted, Yuan Xiaoyang smiled and said, "It's too late, it's almost time to go to bed. I'll give you some medicine and go to bed."

It was already past eleven o'clock. Lu Lang didn't sleep last night, but he was actually sleepy. He just thought about his image of never fearing pain or fatigue, so he never said anything.

He was pulled into the house by Yuan Xiaoyang, who asked him to sit on the bed and took out the medicine box.

"Not much injury, stop doing it."

"If you don't have much injury, just treat it soon."

Lu Lang had an injury on his hand. Yuan Xiaoyang said while pulling Lu Lang's hand, but Lu Lang avoided it.

Yuan Xiaoyang looked at Lu Lang, and Lu Lang also looked at Yuan Xiaoyang, and the two of them confronted silently.

After a moment, Yuan Xiaoyang said: "Are you afraid of pain?"

"How could this happen!" Lu Lang immediately retorted and reached out his hand, "Who is afraid of the pain? You just do it!"

Yuan Xiaoyang looked at him as if he was sacrificingly, but his ears turned red again, and he felt very suspicious.

The injury on Lu Lang's hand was on his knuckles, which was used to beat people too hard.

Yuan Xiaoyang grabbed his hand and carefully washed his wounds again, then took a cotton swab to dip it with iodine and atomized. As soon as the cotton swab touched the wound, Lu Lang's hand shook. If Yuan Xiaoyang hadn't grabbed him, he might have retracted his hand.

Yuan Xiaoyang suddenly curled up and smiled.

"What are you laughing at?"

"I didn't laugh."

Yuan Xiaoyang smirked while holding Lu Lang's hand tightly to prevent him from escaping.

He remembered that when he was applying medicine to Lu Lang at the milk tea shop just now, Lu Lang looked depressed and didn't like to talk, and he didn't even shake the pain. Now that Lu Lang has spoken a little more, he knows it hurts. It seems that he is in a better mood.

Lu Lang was so guilty of being laughed by Yuan Xiaoyang, but he still didn't want to admit that he was afraid of pain, so he had to find a topic casually and said: "Where are your family members?"

"My uncle went to work, I don't know if he can come back today."

"What about your parents?"

"have no idea."

"All of them go to night shift?"

"My mom ran away. I haven't seen my dad before, so I don't know."

Lu Lang was stunned, but Yuan Xiaoyang continued to apply medicine to him with a smile, as if he didn't say anything.

The wound on his hand was treated, and the remaining one was the wound on the corner of Lu Lang's mouth. Yuan Xiaoyang leaned over and carefully applied medicine for him.

The two of them were very close to each other. Lu Lang looked at him and thought of what he said just now. He suddenly felt that his face looked pitiful no matter how he looked, it was clearly a pitiful appearance.

"Okay, go to bed!" Yuan Xiaoyang packed up his things, "The sofa is too narrow, and my uncle doesn't know when to go home. If he comes back in the middle of the night, he will definitely be scared to death. So you should sleep with me first today, okay?"

Lu Lang is living under someone else's roof, so naturally he has no objection.

Yuan Xiaoyang's bed is an ordinary single bed. Two people will press together when they lie flat. Although they are squeezed on their side, they can still accept it.

Yuan Xiaoyang slept on the inside and Lu Lang slept on the outside, and the two of them squeezed against the small bed.

The lights were turned off, and only the light outside shone in from the narrow iron window, making everything blurry, as if you could see clearly, but you didn't understand anything.

There is no air conditioner in the house, only an old electric fan makes two "ticaca" sounds every few seconds, sending a faint wind. Accompanied by the "ticaca" sounds, there are also the sound of shattered insects coming from outside the house and the sound of TV from some household.

The bamboo mat under him was a little hard, but it also showed a hint of coolness. Lu Lang lay on his side on the bed. The narrow bed could make him smell the smell from Yuan Xiaoyang, which was the smell of milk soap.

The scene, temperature, sound, smell, Lu Lang was surrounded by all strange feelings, but he felt that all this was no worse than his room with a soft and wide bed and an eighteen-degree air conditioning.

You should feel the difference.

But why can't he feel it?

Lu Lang looked at Yuan Xiaoyang in front of him quietly. Yuan Xiaoyang turned his back to the light. Lu Lang couldn't see his expression clearly, but knew that Yuan Xiaoyang was also looking at him.

"Can't sleep?"

"No."

"Is it hot? Is it fanning you?"

“Not hot.”

"This house is the house where my mother used to live." Yuan Xiaoyang said softly, "The table, chair and bed are all used by her before, and so are the electric fans."

Lu Lang listened quietly.

"But she doesn't live at home often because she hates home, my grandmother, and my uncle."

"Later, she became pregnant in the second grade of junior high school, and her belly was so big when she got home." Yuan Xiaoyang laughed in a low voice, "I was hiding inside at that time."

"She didn't want me to hide in it, but I didn't know, so she gave birth to me, left me at home and left."

"Have you seen her?"

"She's seen her sometimes, she will come back and can meet her once or twice a year."

Yuan Xiaoyang rarely mentions his own affairs on his own initiative. Tonight is the most he has said, and it is also the first time he has mentioned it to someone else in his life.

"Once she told me...if I wasn't born."

"Others think she's sorry for me, but at that time... I think I'm sorry for her."

"It would be great if I didn't survive, and I wouldn't cause trouble for everyone."

Yuan Xiaoyang's tone was quite calm, but Lu Lang felt uncomfortable when he heard it. He didn't know how to comfort him, so he naturally didn't know how to comfort him. The only thing he could do was to reach out and take Yuan Xiaoyang and pat his back gently.

In fact, Lu Lang didn't even pat his back, but Yuan Xiaoyang felt his concern and obediently rubbed his hand.

"But I don't think so anymore."

"That day you took me out of the water, and I knew that there were still people in the world who wanted me to live, so I must live well."

"Lu Lang, thank you."

"Idiot, what are you thanking?"

Lu Lang remembered what Yuan Xiaoyang said to his brother at noon yesterday. Yuan Xiaoyang said that his existence can prove how high his value as a person is.

However, not only did he not appreciate it, he also threw away Yuan Xiaoyang's things and drove Yuan Xiaoyang out. He thought he knew that he was a bastard, so how could he deserve the value that Yuan Xiaoyang said?

"Yuan Xiaoyang..." Lu Lang thought about the words in his heart for a day, but he had not said them for a long time because he had never apologized to anyone and could not bear to face.

However, at this moment, he wanted to say it from the bottom of his heart.

"sorry."

He didn't say what it was for, but Yuan Xiaoyang understood what he meant. Yuan Xiaoyang smiled and said softly: "It's okay, I know you didn't mean it."

That night, Lu Lang hugged Yuan Xiaoyang and fell asleep unknowingly.

He had a dream, dreaming that he was a wolf on the grassland, and there was a small soft sheep beside the wolf.

The lamb looked delicious, but he didn't eat the lamb because he knew that it was his unique lamb, his hero lamb.

The dumplings made by the Yuan family are very large in size, with thin skin and rich fillings. The meat is as delicious as meat, and the dishes are as delicious as vegetables. The two are harmoniously matched. Yuan Xiaoyang grinds some garlic paste, plus white vinegar, sesame oil and spicy oil as a sauce. The dumplings are more rich in flavor when dipped in the sauce, which is very appetizing. Lu Lang eats them one by one.

"Is it delicious?" Yuan Xiaoyang asked Lu Lang in a low voice.

Lu Lang stuffed another dumpling into his mouth, his cheeks bulging, and he said vaguely: "What do you think?"

"That must be delicious." Yuan Xiaoyang couldn't help but curl up his eyes and smiled with pride.

Lu Yan didn't say anything, just ate quietly.

Yuan Xiaoyang was a little scared of this elder brother. Seeing that he was eating without expression, he wanted to ask him if he was in line with his appetite but didn't know how to speak. He was confused for a moment and decided to ask, but just as he was about to speak, Lu Yan's sharp gaze suddenly fell on him.

"!" Yuan Xiaoyang shrank reflexibly to Lu Lang. Lu Lang had just stuffed a dumpling into his mouth. Seeing Yuan Xiaoyang leaning against him, he intuitively looked up at Lu Yan before he could figure out anything.

No one spoke, but the atmosphere had changed in an instant.

"The dumplings are delicious, thank you." Lu Yan spoke.

Yuan Xiaoyang: "!!!"

Lu Lang: "???"

When Yuan Xiaoyang heard that his dumplings were praised, he was still huddled beside Lu Lang and smiled foolishly: "That's great. My uncle must be very happy to know. I'll bring some next time."

Lu Yan nodded and reached out to grab another dumpling.

In a short time, the atmosphere changed again.

Lu Yan didn't know what he was thinking. Yuan Xiaoyang was silly happy when he saw the dumplings received everyone's affirmation, while Lu Lang looked bad, as if he was unhappy with the interaction between Yuan Xiaoyang and Lu Yan, but he didn't say anything.

Yuan Xiaoyang cooked 60 dumplings, an average of 20 per person. However, Lu Yan stopped chopsticks after eating more than ten pieces, and Yuan Xiaoyang had to go to tutor in the afternoon. The family he tutored would prepare snacks, so he didn't plan to eat too much.
To be continued...