sinovels Chapter 39 One is inherently dead
Chapter 39 One is inherently dead
When she felt the bump of the bed and opened her eyes, Wen Yuran stared blankly at the upper baffle, feeling that her memory was fragmented, and she woke up after a moment of stupefaction.
Turning around and seeing Qian Lang sitting by the bed, Wen Yuran muttered to himself, "Why did I fall asleep?"
"If you're tired, you can rest for a while, it's still early." Qian Lang replied with a very natural smile.
There were still only the two of them in the room, and it seemed that they hadn't slept for long.Sitting up with the support of the bed, Wen Yuran slowly remembered that Qianlang seemed to be a sick patient now, even though he still looked very energetic.
Wen Yuran casually tested the temperature, and couldn't help but frown: "Why does it seem to be hotter than before? Did you take the medicine?" It's ridiculous.
Qianlang obediently bent down to search in the suitcase, and soon found a medicine box, and handed it to Wen Yuran.
Without asking why he handed over the medicine box, Wen Yuran didn't care about the name of the medicine, he opened the medicine box casually, pulled out the plastic plate containing the medicine, and then he stared at the plastic plate in silence.
After staring at the innocent medicine for a while, Wen Yuran finally couldn't help but look up at Qianlang, with a confused expression on his face: "What is this? You went to wholesale a box of miniature torpedoes?"
Forgive him for not understanding what this board is. It looks a bit like a torpedo. It is roughly three centimeters long and one centimeter in diameter. It doesn't look like it can be swallowed with water.
"Fever-reducing medicine suppositories." Qian Lang replied solemnly.
The name brought back a bit of Wen Yuran's memory, but it was very vague, not enough to help him judge how to take this thing, so he had to compromise and pull out the instruction manual that came with the medicine box.
After reading it, Wen Yuran was stunned.
No wonder he felt that he had never seen such a unique looking medicine, maybe his great parents thought it was very subtle when he was sick when he was young, so they kindly gave him oral medicine all the time.
I should have seen other people's children use this thing a long time ago, but the impression was too shallow so I couldn't recall it before.
After all, although it is indeed a serious drug in essence, sometimes it is easy to make people think about it in this way of use.To be honest, the person who took out this box of medicine was Qian Lang, and there was no need to doubt the nature of his scheme. The only thing left was how to deal with it.
"I don't have any strength right now, can you help me apply the medicine?" Qianlang looked at Wen Yuran without blinking, that kind of look might be called anticipation, "I took a bath in the morning."
In Wen Yuran's view, Qianlang's most proficient skill must be speaking hooligans with a serious expression.
But this way of playing hooligans really has nothing to refute at first glance, and it is quite reasonable.
"I think this medicine is still suitable for you to take by yourself. I can watch for you if anyone comes in." Wen Yuran tactfully expressed his willingness to refuse.
"That sissy is outside the door, no one will come in."
"..." Knowing that she is right outside the door, calling someone a sissy so openly is, to some extent, a kind of ability.
Don't talk about helping, it's embarrassing to see others using this medicine.
Even though he said that, Qian Lang didn't ask for help with the medicine again.
Seeing that Qianlang started to untie his belt, Wen Yuran quickly turned his back to the bed. After a burst of cloth rubbing against each other, he heard a small creaking sound from the bed, probably because someone had already laid down on it.
"Um……"
This small muffled hum was irresistible in his ears, even the "bang bang" sound of the train was not covered up, and the scene behind him almost vividly came to mind at this moment.Rao Wen Yuran, who has always been invulnerable, couldn't hold back his old blushing.
How could there be such a tactful and powerful way of playing hooligans?
"I said you took the wrong script! According to this character design, shouldn't I be the one to tease you!?"
A lazy voice came from behind: "I'm happy to cooperate, but you don't want to tease me, so can't I just do it for you?"
This is not wrong, Wen Yuran has never dared to tease Qian Lang.
After all, he used to molested his brothers and friends in order to tease people and blow their hair to watch the fun, not to spark the spark of basic love and then make an honorable devotion.
"Your ears are very red." Qianlang turned his head to look at Wen Yuran's stiff back, and licked his lips bent with a smile with the tip of his tongue, "It's been so long, don't you like me a little bit?"
For Wen Yuran, this has always been an embarrassing topic, he changed the subject almost reflexively: "Then what, let me gossip, have you ever cried since you were young?"
The turning of the topic was really blunt enough, but fortunately, Qian Lang didn't get entangled in the previous words, but naturally followed Wen Yuran's words: "Yes."
Wen Yuran was taken aback for answering so quickly and calmly.Although it is said that everyone cried when he was a child, it is always a bit awkward to put this impression on Qianlang. The preconceived impression always makes him think that Qianlang should be a typical child of other people when he was a child, and after thinking about it, he thinks it should be a child. The taciturn little Zhengtai.
"If you don't count the baby period, I have cried once since I can remember."
just one time?
It's fine if you say it several times, but you only cried once, which will inevitably arouse people's curiosity. Wen Yuran estimated that Qian Lang was almost dressed, so he turned around: "Why? Being dumped by the little girl Are you still scolded?"
The trousers have been put back on, but Qianlang still maintains the original posture lying on the bed, which makes Wen Yuran feel a little uncomfortable: "Because of you. It's hard to find the master you want to follow, but you have done such excessive things... ..."
Wen Yuran: ∑(っ°Д°;)っ
"Wait, don't be so scary! How old was I at that time, what can I do to you?!"
With his head resting on his arms, the hair on Qianlang's forehead grew a little long. He casually grabbed one of the strands, his eyes looked gentle and sad for a moment: "Because you saved me."
What is this too much?And shouldn't it be Qianlang who rescued him back then, why is it the other way around?Wen Yuran felt a question mark on his forehead.
"Because I finally met the master I really want to follow, as long as I think that you will be hurt because of me or even... I feel very scared, and tears flow out by myself."
Fear is another word that is difficult to match with Qianlang.Wen Yuran looked at the orange sunshine in the afternoon shining in the carriage, creating a cozy and warm atmosphere, but Qian Lang, who was lying in the shadow covered by the bed, seemed to have nothing to do with such warmth.
As Qianlang once said, if he hadn't insisted on breaking away from his family to look for Wen Yuran, if the two hadn't met more than ten years ago, then he should have been a man who didn't even have the right to own his own thinking and lived in the shadows forever. , In the end, even human nature was swallowed up by the Vientiane ring pendant.
It's a fact that can't help but weigh on your heart.He finally realized that the world in his eyes was completely different from what Qian Lang saw.In other words, Qianlang's world is completely different from anyone else's, and there is only one him in that world.
"It's really rare, do you still know what it means to be afraid?" Wen Yuran couldn't see his expression, but Wen Yuran guessed that he might not be smiling so naturally. This intuition came from the heavy weight in his chest.
"I've always been afraid." Qianlang curled his lips, and said lightly that Wen Yuran couldn't understand it, "If you make mistakes, you will be punished, but I have made you feel it several times. Troubled, but not punished, I am very afraid that such punishments will accumulate over and over again, which will cause the consequences I least want to see."
"I don't need sunshine, as long as I can stay by your side who is safe and sound, there is nothing I can't do." Qianlang turned over, leaning his upper body against the wall, staring at Wen Yuran standing in the sunshine, " It may seem strange to me, but I hope to be punished by you, no matter the danger or trouble I bring to you, I hope that you will punish me."
Wen Yuran: ...? ? ?
Qian Lang got off the bed and stood in front of Wen Yuran, the distance between the two was so close that it was a bit ambiguous.However, for Wen Yuran, his first reaction was that he just finished using that thing, is it really okay to just stand up like this?
"If I trouble you, it is my pleasure to chastise me as you please."
Wen Yuran: To put it bluntly, isn’t it shaking.M?I almost didn't understand it when it was said so high-sounding.
Qian Lang smiled meaningfully and whispered to him: "Actually, I hope that the next time I cry will be on your bed."
So he slapped Qianlang's face and pushed him away a little, and said in a sad tone: "Everyone is mortal, and I must be the one who was perverted to death by you."
The person who was touched a little before must have been confused, and he didn't want to admit it even if he was beaten to death.
"One more thing, you are definitely a well-deserved atmosphere killer."
small theater:
Qian Lang: If you give it to me, even the pain will make me happy
Wen Yuran: Speaking human words (⊙_⊙)
Qianlang: Please ravage and beat o(*////▽////*)q
Wen Yuran: When I saw you, I thought our crew could change its name——
#Shaking M's Romance#