Don’t Be a Kept Man

He was deep in the mud, but he had to look up at their infinite scenery.

Wen Chuo suppressed the complicated thoughts, remembered the team fight in the afternoon, and tried to get up to the line. Another few hundred dollars arrived, but there was no previous joy in his heart. He looked at the small and dilapidated environment around him, and suddenly realized his own Tiny, just the most common one among the vast beings.

Wen Chuo didn't do anything, put on his coat, went out quietly, wandering in the street like before, but didn't drink or get drunk. He didn't want to see anyone at this time, he just wanted to be alone.

Unknowingly the night was dark, Bai Yang put the rag away, looked at the wall clock on the wall of the restaurant, and then was about to go home. Liu Mengmeng gave him a strange look: "Leave so early."

The fat chef in the back kitchen was also ready to leave, and said with a smile: "Why don't you leave when the time is up? You don't pay overtime."

Liu Mengmeng rolled her eyes, ignored him, summed up the money in the cash register, and locked the door with the key. She thought that Bai Yang was carrying the bag and picking up the waste as usual, but she didn't want to see it. He turned straight into the alley and went home.

Liu Mengmeng muttered to herself: "It's weird..."

Wen Chuo is usually a bully, but sometimes he has little courage. Bai Yang seemed to know that he was scared yesterday. He came back very early, stepping on the dim light and walking upstairs, rustling out the key and opening the door. It turned out that the house was dark and there was no light.

He turned on the light, and the living room was lit for a few seconds and then dimmed, as if the light bulb had reached the end of its life.

Bai Yang stood at the door, frowning in confusion, as if he didn't quite understand why Wen Chuo was not at home. After a few seconds, he brought the door back up and went downstairs to look for him.

The game city is not there.

The disco is not there.

Internet cafes are not there either.

These places are a bit far away. In the cool night, Bai Yang's back was soaked with sweat. He leaned against the wall and stopped for a while, and then continued to look for one place by place.

At this point in time, all the gangsters wandering on the roadside, they all looked strange when they saw the white poplar. There was a female gun with long hair staring at his delicate appearance for a long time, and finally at the companion’s He walked over with laughter and put his shoulders on his shoulders and said: "Brother, it's boring to be alone, my brother will take you to a good place to have fun, and you will die."

One hand was about to fall to Bai Yang’s waist, and suddenly he was pushed away with great force. Niang Pao staggered back a few steps. It seemed that he didn’t expect a fool to fight back. After the dazedness, he was a little bit uncontrollable in face and was about to lose his face. He slapped his hand and slapped it, but was caught off guard against Baiyang's dark and surging eyes, and was stopped by the silent bird of prey.

At this moment, Lightning and a group of friends happened to come out of the video game city. Seeing this, they walked straight over, with a lively look on their faces: "Ah, ay, sissy has learned to beat people any time, all fools Bullying, shame, shame your mother."

Mother Pao was stared at by Bai Yang and her whole body was chilled. Hearing this, she let go of her hand, stomped her feet angrily, glared at the lightning, and the ponytail shook at the back of her head: "Go away!"

The voice is soft and soft, it really feels like a sissy.

Lightning and the others saw that his angry voice was sharp, and it was even more interesting. He almost wanted to laugh out of his tears. When he had laughed enough, he raised his eyes and saw that there was no poplar in the same place, so he didn't care anymore. , Hu Peng Huanyou went to the night market to string up.

Bai Yang seemed to be tireless, searching from one alleyway to the other. I don't know how long he had passed, his face was a little pale, and his breathing began to heavier. When he walked to the ruined building in the east, he vaguely saw two people facing each other. He walked from a distance with his help, and his face was bruised and swollen. One of them was Dahong who had just been taught by Wen Chuo the other day.

Bai Yang sat down slowly along the root of the wall, squatted into a ball on the ground, and buried his face in his knees.

Dahong didn’t find him, and passed straight in front of Bai Yang, talking to the man beside him, ignoring the eighteenth generation of his ancestors in three words: “Fuck you, this little boy can really fight, neither of them did it. Win, go to his ancestor! One day he will be killed..."

Another man covered his face and said: "Pull it down, provoke him to do something, hurry up and go out to hide for two days before he slows down, then he will lead someone to block you, he must limp you, hiss... Lao Tzu's eyes what……"

After they left, Bai Yang stood up from the ground holding the wall, but his eyes turned black, he tripped over a stone and fell. He patted his pants and got up again, limply looking for the place where Dahong came from. , And finally found Wen Chuo in the alley.

It’s common for punks to seek revenge. Wen Chuo hit the gun by himself. Dahong brought his helper. He would not suffer, but he would not take advantage of him. He slumped on the ground with his back against the wall. There were stains of blood on the white placket, the knee of his right leg was torn, and a brick that had been broken in two was scattered beside it.

He didn't seem to expect that Bai Yang would come here, his chest ups and downs, trying to get up from the ground, and then sat back weakly. The peachy eyes that used to fly in the past looked a little gloomy at the moment, he looked up at Bai Yang, and then lowered again. Head away, the voice said meaninglessly: "...You go back first, I will come back later."

Bai Yang ignored him, put his arms on his shoulders, wanted to lift him up, Wen Chuo touched with his hands, only then found that Bai Yang's face was full of sweat, dripping down his chin, even his hair was wet.

Wen Chuo pushed him away, stood up on the wall and wanted to walk by himself, only to find that his right leg couldn't move at all, his brows were frowned, and he breathed a little irritably. He just wanted to try again, but he lost weight and was forcibly carried by Bai Yang. Up.

Wen Chuo didn't have much strength to stand in a stalemate with him, otherwise he wouldn't lie down in the alley for that long, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "Hey...let me down, I will feel more pain when I fall."

Bai Yang is really skinny to the bones. He carried Wen Chuo on his back. It was obviously very strenuous. His hands were trembling slightly and his figure was shaking, but he walked very steadily step by step.

Wen Chuo's brow furrowed deeper. He leaned on Bai Yang's back without two or two flesh. His eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, tired, painful and weary. When he opened his eyes again, he had arrived in a small clinic, and he was brightened. The lights dazzled sore eyes.

The doctor on duty inside was a bit older. He took reading glasses and helped Bai Yang put Wen Chuo on the chair. He looked at it carefully, and then laughed out: "Isn't this Wen Chuo, fighting with someone again? Gee, young man, it’s so exciting."

Obviously, Wen Chuo is a frequent visitor here.

He didn't have the strength to argue with the doctor, leaning half-deadly on the chair, his deep eyes slanted, and he found that Bai Yang was staring at his knees. His face was pale and his hair was sweaty. He didn't know how long he had been looking for.

Wen Chuo patted the position beside him: "Come here...sit down."

Bai Yang didn't have too much expression on his face, and quietly sat down beside him without saying a word.

The old doctor bandaged Wen Chuo's knee, shook his head and said, "Fortunately, there is no broken bone, otherwise you will have to go to the big hospital. You have a fever. You can go back with a bottle."

Bai Yang sat aside, fell asleep on the armrest tiredly, Wen Chuo paid the bill, asked the doctor to turn off a light, stared at his brows in the half-dark light, and then took off his coat.

After finishing the needle, the doctor continued to sleep in a fake sleep on the recliner. His voice was a bit old: "Boy, don't fight, my parents should be so distressed, remember to call me when the bottle is empty."

Wen Chuo wanted to say that his parents would not feel sorry for him, but he still responded. Seeing that the doctor closed his eyes and squinted, he gently covered Bai Yang with his coat. Wen Chuo was groggy when lying at the entrance of the alley, but now she was completely drowsy, only staring at the ticking liquid in the dropper.

The feeling of fever was not very good. Wen Chuo felt tight in his chest, dizzy, vomiting, and fatigued. He frowned and changed his posture to sit. A handsome face was a little pale and there was no blood.

It was late in the night, the old doctor fell asleep, and there was a shallow snoring sound.

Wen Chuo was bitter on the tip of his tongue. He was numb. He couldn't feel anything, but he was very uncomfortable. Bai Yang didn't know when he woke up. He saw Chuo leaning on the back of his chair, looking confused and stretched out his hand. He touched his forehead and saw that the temperature was still normal, and then he withdrew his hand.

The coat on his shoulder slipped to the ground because of the excessive movement. Bai Yang picked it up and patted the ash on it. The slight sound attracted Wen Chuo's attention. He lifted his eyelids a little bit hard, and said hoarsely: "You go back first. Go to sleep."

Bai Yang ignored him, and probed his forehead again, his expression was too serious, and even the stupidity was a little weaker, he asked Wen Chuo, "Uncomfortable?"

Wen Chuo originally wanted to shake his head, but somehow, he nodded faintly, and said weakly, "Headache..."

Bai Yang looked at him quietly, then slowly retracted his gaze, not knowing what he was thinking, for a long time, he hammered his head hard, and then whispered: "Next time... don't run around."

"..."

Wen Chuo didn't hear it. He slept on a chair. In his dream, it was a strange and strange villa. It was a familiar villa with gorgeous decoration. It could be the most high-end residence or a paradise that everyone envied. It looked like everything, just not like home.

Wen Chuo never said that in his previous life, when he lived in the cold and luxurious rich area, what he missed was another shabby little place.

For countless nights, there is always a fool lingering in his mind.

During the ten years in Linxian,

He didn't care about it.

But when he walked away and looked back,

But found that it was the only thing he really had.

The liquid in the drip bottle was empty. Bai Yang walked over and gently woken up the old doctor. The doctor opened his eyes and smashed his mouth. He stood up with a long sigh, and the chair made an overwhelming creak.

Wen Chuo thought about coming back together. Seeing that he had pulled out the needle in his hand, he tried to move his right leg, and found that it was no longer as painful as before. He took out his mobile phone to pay, and did not let Bai Yang carry his back and limped on his shoulder. Walked back with a flick.

In the next few days, Wen Chuo lay at home to recuperate, did not play on the computer or mobile phone, except for editing videos, basically put an end to all social networking, quietly waiting for Wen Jia's limelight to pass, the most common thing every day is to be in a daze. Later, I was bored and bought a set of painting tools online.

The price is a bit expensive, a box of watercolors with a palm is more than 300 yuan, not counting consumables such as watercolor paper and brushes, but Wen Chuo doesn't care, just want to find something to do to kill time.

Liu Mengmeng made an appointment to go on a blind date with Uncle Feng. The restaurant was closed for a long time. Bai Yang came back at 1 o'clock in the afternoon, carrying a bag of ribs and a few potatoes. It seemed that he was planning to make soup.

Wen Chuo was unpacking the courier, waiting for Bai Yang to come out of the kitchen, and then beckoned to him: "Come here."

Bai Yang approached, only to find that there were a few more pots of plants on Wen Chuo's computer desk. They were colorful, chubby and succulent. They were very gratifying in small and cute flower pots, but they didn't fully grow up and looked a little small.

Wen Chuo said: "I will keep you playing."

Bai Yang reached out his hand and gently touched the plant in the flowerpot, his voice was slow: "...I won't."

I said no, but I still moved the flower pot to an empty space on the ground, squatted on the ground, tore the soil bag and planted one by one according to the tutorial. The sunlight outside the window was just right, shining on the clear side of the white poplar. Some transparency.

Wen Chuo hasn't touched a paintbrush for a long time, and his hands are a bit raw. He holds the pencil and outlines the outline of Bai Yang's body in twos or twos. Then he refines his eyebrows a little bit, and it is rare to make serious corrections, and finally draws to the waist. When I was in, I suddenly raised my eyes and tapped the table lightly with the penholder: "The clothes are pulled."

Bai Yang's clothes were a bit loose, and when he squatted on the ground, a white waistline was exposed. He heard Wen Chuo's voice and stretched out his hands to pull the clothes, but found that his hands were a little dirty, and then slowly shook his head: "Wait Pull it later."

After speaking, continue to play with the flowers and plants on the ground.

Wen Chuo got up from the chair, hugged him from behind, then tucked his clothes around his waist for him, kissed Bai Yang's side face, and then sat back to continue painting.

The young man in the painting is beautiful and clean, the colorful and succulent on the ground makes the style look less dull, and the sun shines through the window, pouring a shallow golden light, filled with speechless warmth.

Wen Chuo fixed his mobile phone with a bracket, coloring and recording at the same time. He was extremely careful. A small detail in the picture had to be repeatedly outlined, exquisite and delicate, and the background was blurred. When the finished product came out, it was not beautiful. Really.

The painting is not very big. Wen Chuo painted it all afternoon, and it was finished when it was almost dark. He was obviously satisfied with his work, and finally wrote two words in the lower right corner with a signature pen.

poplar.

There are only two words, but there are more precious and important meanings.

There was a gurgling bubbling sound of pork rib soup in the kitchen, and the smell of meat gradually diffused. Bai Yang went in to prepare the soup, and when he heard it, he began to pick up the debris on the table and looked at the already dried watercolor painting. , And finally clipped into a thick dictionary of Bai Yang.

Wen Chuo is very picky about his soup. He only drank clear soup without too much oil, no froth, and the meat could only be vegetarian, not fishy. He originally wanted to serve it by himself, but Baiyang had already added a bowl to him. , Bright soup, two thin ribs, a few potatoes, no more, no less just right.

"poplar……"

Wen Chuo called him as usual, but his tone suddenly became more childish and domineering. When Bai Yang looked over, he sat on the chair like a master and waved at him.

Bai Yang walked over, let Wen Chuo take himself into his arms, hugged him and rubbed himself, and finally patted him on the shoulder and said, "Eat."

Wen Chuo buried his face on his chest and breathed quietly. Inexplicably, he felt that Baiyang was like a snail. He was always so innocent and slow, and listening to his words actually carried a sense of being old and steady.