Dont Be A Kept Man - Chapter 115

Bai Yang looked stupid, but his heart was more transparent than anyone else. Wen Chuo looked like a child who had not grown up in front of him. He couldn’t hide any grievances. He allowed Wen Chuo to do whatever he wanted, with a pampering that others didn’t know. , The two of them rolled to the ground without knowing it, their bodies rubbing together, they could not be separated.

Wen Chuo slowly pulled away from his lips and teeth, but Bai Yang was still a bit sluggish, with thin red at the ends of his eyes, and a pair of more watery eyes, lying under him, silently touching.

“poplar……”

Wen Chuo’s eyes softened, and finally he picked him up from the ground and held him in his arms, but he didn’t know what he found. He looked down at his hand. There was a subtle pause for a moment, but Bai Yang didn’t notice it, and still leaned in a loss. On Wen Chuo’s shoulder, there were a few mud prints on the white side of his face, and the dust was very conspicuous.

Someone has a guilty conscience for a moment.

Wen Chuo rushed into the bathroom, then wrung out the towel, and wiped it on Bai Yang’s face twice. His movements were still a bit rusty. Seeing that his face was clean, he stopped and didn’t dare to hug him again.

Bai Yang seemed to understand what he was doing, and then looked down at his white t-shirt. It was really dirty. He patted it twice and found that it was not clean. He got up from the ground and frowned. Happy went into the bedroom to change clothes.

Wen Chuo: “…”

He was standing at the door, not embarrassed to look over, although there may be nothing to look at, he just dug out the medicinal liquor and cotton swab from the drawer, and then gently placed it on the table.

“Bao Yang, change your clothes and remember to wipe the wound. I went home to take a shower.”

There was no movement in the room, Wen Chuo scratched his hair, and then quietly brought the door to the room.

He did not go home, but went to the construction site again, apologized to the foreman for his absence from work at noon today, and then continued to move the brick wall, planning to finish the last few days, earn a little bit, work harder, do Xiao Banyue might earn five or six thousand.

Wen Chuo didn’t know how many bottles Bai Yang made for buying the computer. Now he just wants to make enough money quickly, and then quickly return it to him. His impetuous heart was finally pulled by an invisible force, and most of it settled.

Work is very tiring, it is tiring that I have never experienced before, but a little bit of tiring is good, and it will always be remembered in his heart, and it will also let him remember how hard Bai Yang has made money.

Wen Chuo didn’t go back in the middle of the night like before, and when the time was almost there, he wandered around the gate of the disco video game city twice, making Bai Yang think he was wandering around with his friends, lest he come to the construction site to find himself.

When he was free at noon, he grabbed a steamed bun, and while eating, he learned video editing on his mobile phone. He planned to wait for the technical training to come up. Later, he registered an account on the platform and became a game anchor. He really couldn’t make money online to help people cut some videos. Money is always the result of more skill and no pressure, and he has his own regulations in his heart.

In the blink of an eye and half a month passed, the project finally came to an end. Wen Chuo was moving bricks a few days ago, and he followed the master to build walls. The salary was 2,000 more than that of ordinary apprentices. Lin Lin finally settled down, it was almost 6,000. Each piece was soaked in blood and sweat.

As time passed by, the climate quietly cooled down, and the cicadas in midsummer were no longer heard. The master chef of the restaurant had returned. Liu Mengmeng turned to check out at the counter. Noon was the peak time for dining. It’s a rare moment of leisure.

Occasionally the sound of the wind moving the forest tops sounded outside, and the leaves rustled with a pleasant coolness.

Liu Mengmeng was dozing off on the counter. The glass door was suddenly pushed open. A young man walked in. He was handsome and handsome, with a slender figure and a pair of rimless glasses on the bridge of his nose. He was very peaceful. After the sharpness, the peachy eyes behind the lenses are smiling, looking like an excellent senior who can fascinate school girls in college.

He stroked his neatly trimmed black hair, his arms were thin and faintly vigorous, and then asked Liu Mengmeng, “Where is the white poplar?”

Before Liu Mengmeng looked away from the handsome boy’s face, he choked shortly after hearing the words, his coughing face was red, and he hammered his chest while asking incredulously: “You…you are Wen Chuo Cough cough cough… Did you dye your hair black?”

Before yesterday, Wen Chuo still had red and yellow, yellow and black mottled hair color. He could get a little tugging without taking care of it for a long time. He looked like a performance art tramp on the side of the road. Dyeing black and having a neat haircut, Liu Mengmeng almost didn’t recognize it.

Liu Mengmeng: “Oh, you finally dyed your hair back and put on a pair of glasses. I almost didn’t recognize it, but it was pretty handsome…”

The next sentence was a little quiet, and Wen Chuo didn’t hear it: “I recently stayed up late to play games and my eyes are short-sighted. Where is Bai Yang?”

Liu Mengmeng pointed to the back kitchen: “What’s the matter with the dishes inside?”

Wen Chuo said, “It’s okay. I was upstairs just now and saw the sheets drying on your roof blown to the ground.”

“Oh, how come I was blown down again!” Liu Mengmeng hurriedly locked the cash register, and hurried upstairs with the clothes rail. Upon hearing this, he lifted the plastic curtain of the kitchen and walked in.

“poplar–”

He thought that there was only Bai Yang in it, but he didn’t realize that there was a fat master who was cutting vegetables beside the chopping board. When he reached his mouth, he swallowed it back. It was really uncomfortable not to get up.

Bai Yang was sitting on a small bench washing vegetables. Hearing the sound, he raised his head subconsciously, but saw that the man was a black-haired young man with a pair of gentle glasses on the bridge of his nose, with a look that he remembered for a long time, somehow, The food in his hand fell into the basin with a crash.

The fat master glanced, then withdrew his gaze, and continued to study his new dishes: “Young man, don’t go into the kitchen.”

Wen Chuo: “Master, I will stand at the door and say a few words, not going in.”

He walked to the water basin and squatted down in front of Bai Yang, his lips twitched slightly, his eyes and eyebrows were stained with a smile, which was darker than before, and thinner, but he finally had the vigor and spirit of a young man.

Bai Yang watched for a few seconds, his eyelids trembled, and then lowered his head to pick up the dishes in the bowl again. Who ever wanted to be held by his wrist.

Wen Chuo touched his elbow back and forth, and made sure that the last wound had scabbed and fell off. Only then did he re-hold Bai Yang’s cool, tired hand, and pointed to his hair: “Bai Yang, I dyed my hair back.”

Wen Chuo said: “I’m back.”

His eyes were deep, because the smile was slightly narrowed, and it was a little more innocent. Bai Yang looked up, his fingertips moved slightly, as if he wanted to touch his hair, but when he saw the water stains on his hands, Retracted back.

There was a slight sound of footsteps upstairs. Liu Mengmeng walked down holding the dirty bedsheets unhappily. He looked like he was going to wash it again. Wen Chuo felt for an instant whether he had opened his mouth and lied to her casually. I thought it really fell to the ground.

He let go of the poplar and went out. Seeing that Liu Mengmeng was about to go into the storage room next to get the washing powder, he knocked on the door panel with his fingers: “Hey, can Poplar take a half day off?”

Liu Mengmeng turned her head back angrily: “What do you ask for leave, is he in a hurry?”

Wen Chuo nodded and leaned on the door frame and said, “Well, it’s urgent.”

Liu Mengmeng just wanted to say what can be an urgent matter for an orphan in Baiyang, but she didn’t have the time to study carefully, thinking that Uncle Feng came back from shopping in the afternoon, the manpower should be enough, plus her subtle thoughts about Wen Chuo, waved to respond. “Please, please, please, whatever you want.”

Wen Chuo turned around, then walked into the back kitchen, and pulled Bai Yang up from the bench: “Go, I have something to tell you. Liu Mengmeng has asked you for leave.”

He has worked on the construction site for more than half a month, and he has gained a lot of strength. He took the Baiyang Path to his home, kicked off the debris at his feet, then locked the door and took out a thick stack of money from the bedroom.

Wen Chuo counted, kept two thousand, and then stuffed the rest to Bai Yang: “Take it, you want to buy what you want, spend whatever you want.”

Bai Yang didn’t want it, took a short step back, turned around and left. He was slightly surprised when he heard what he saw, and he reached out and pulled him back: “Why don’t you, I earned it myself.”

“No…” Bai Yang drew back in a panic. The pile of money was like a snake or a beast in his eyes, scattered all over the place while struggling. He broke off Wen Chuo’s hand and retreated outside the door.

“Don’t…”

“I do not want……”

Wen Chuo suddenly remembered that in his previous life, when he left Linxian, he had given Bai Yang a sum of money. Bai Yang was like that at the time. He threw the money away in a panic and stubbornness, pulling himself and repeating: “No money… Don’t go…you don’t go…”

Wen Chuo’s eyes suddenly turned red, and the guilt and regret of the previous life flooded into his mind. He had no time to take into account the scattered banknotes on the ground, stretched out his hand and pulled Bai Yang into his arms, regardless of his struggle, clinging to him: “Bai Yang, Bai Yang, listen. I say!”

Bai Yang closed his eyes, shook his head, covered his ears and squatted on the ground. Wen Chuo knelt on the ground, forcibly pulled his hand down, grabbed the money on the ground and handed it to his eyes, and asked seriously: “Bai Yang, you know me Mean? I’ll give you money, do you know what I mean?”

“White Poplar, I will raise you, and I will raise you for the rest of my life.”

Wen Chuo let go of the money, holding Bai Yang’s face, and forcing him to look straight at himself: “From now on, mine will be yours. Do you know what I mean Bai Yang? We will never be separated, we will live together for a lifetime.”

After he finished speaking, the head of his heart was removed from a huge stone, as if this sentence had been hidden in his heart for a long time, it should have been said long ago, and he should have said it in his previous life.

Bai Yang was stunned. He didn’t know what he was thinking of. He opened a pair of dark eyes, so dark that no light could penetrate, like a rainy night sky, mixed with lightning and thunder, and it was suffocating.

Wen Chuo picked up the money on the ground in twos and then stacked it up. He was silent for a moment when he saw it, then stretched out his hand and gently removed the broken hair from his forehead.

“Bai Yang, let’s live together.”

Wen Chuo took off his glasses and put them aside, revealing clear facial features, then lowered his head and kissed his eyelids like a dragonfly. The warm touch reached the bottom of his heart, Bai Yang regained his senses, and his eyes finally had focus.

Wen Chuo repeated again: “If you are willing, we will live together.”

“Like a couple…”

Wen Chuo didn’t explain what the husband and wife meant. He knew Bai Yang understood, Bai Yang understood everything, but the years of silence made everyone think he was a fool.

Bai Yang was taught by him alone, he was not stupid, no one knew better than Wen Chuo.

At dusk, the sun set to the west, and a golden light poured into the room. Wen Chuo knelt on the ground, then slowly stretched out his hand and said to Bai Yang, “Come here…”

His back is straight, and the shadow draws a long line on the floor of the living room, making people suddenly realize that Wen Chuo has grown up, and his shoulders that are not generous can bear the hard work that he has never touched in his previous life.

Bai Yang looked at him for a long time, finally moved, lowered his head and leaned into his arms, quietly curled up into a ball.

Wen Chuo touched the top of his hair and slowly tightened his arms, only feeling a little damp sensation on his shoulders, closed his eyes, and patted Bai Yang’s back: “Don’t cry…”

“I will never leave you alone again.”