Paper Plane

Lying on the bed, Tang Junhe had already closed his eyes, and suddenly remembered that the hangover granule hadn't been taken yet, so he got up, put on slippers and walked to the kitchen. The boiled water was no longer hot, so he poured it out and re-boiled a pot, then tore open a pack of hangover powder and poured it into a glass.

Before Tang Xiaonian left, he mentioned the matter of selling the house more than once. At that time, he followed her in everything and agreed to whatever she said. It wasn't until he really returned to his hometown with Yang Xuan that he realized that he didn't want to sell the house. Although everything that happened here in the past was not completely beautiful, it really carried too many memories that could not be let go, and he was reluctant to sell it.

He walked back to the house with the anti-alcoholic powder that he had prepared. Yang Xuan seemed to be about to fall asleep. After hearing the movement, he asked vaguely, "Are you still asleep?"

"Brother, you drink this." Tang Junhe turned on the bedside lamp, the light was dim, making the room extraordinarily quiet, and he handed the glass to Yang Xuan.

"What is this?" Yang Xuan supported the bed with his elbows, leaned slightly, and took the cup.

"The hangover granule, you won't have a headache when you wake up tomorrow morning." Tang Junhe squatted down beside the bed, laying his arms on the bed, waiting for him to finish drinking.

"Will it work?" After Yang Xuan finished speaking, before Tang Junhe could answer, he raised his head and drank it.

Tang Junhe reached out to take the cup, Yang Xuan sat up and said, "I'll go, wash your mouth by the way, and you come up to sleep." While talking, his legs were already on the ground and he was wearing slippers.

Tang Junhe got up and lay back on the bed, and got into the bed. After a while, Yang Xuan walked into the room, bent down and turned off the bedside lamp. When he lifted the quilt and lay down, his hand touched Tang Junhe's exposed shoulder, because the cup was soaked in cold water just now, the temperature on his hand was very cold, Tang Junhe took a deep breath and let out a slight "hiss" Voice.

"Cool?" Yang Xuan asked casually.

"Well," Tang Junhe turned over, grabbed his hand in the dark, looked at him on a whim and asked, "Brother, what if what I just gave you was poison?"

"Then you won't have a brother tomorrow." Yang Xuan lay down and said.

The answer Tang Junhe expected was not this, but he was taken away by Yang Xuan involuntarily, and added a few seconds later: "Then I don't have a boyfriend anymore."

Yang Xuan seemed to laugh, and passed his forearm behind his neck, put his arms around him and said, "It's easy to find a boyfriend, but it's hard to find a brother."

Tang Junhe leaned towards him and said, "It's not easy to find a boyfriend either."

Yang Xuan closed his eyes, and fiddled with the eyelashes at the end of his eyes with his thumb intentionally or unintentionally. He had been drinking, and his desire was a little hard to restrain.

After a while, Tang Junhe called his name in a very low voice: "Yang Xuan..." The voice was very small, almost out of breath. He thought Yang Xuan had already fallen asleep, but a few seconds later Yang Xuan responded, "Huh?"

Tang Junhe raised his upper body slightly, looked at him very closely, and called out again: "Yang Xuan." This time the volume was slightly higher than last time.

Yang Xuan opened his eyes and looked at him. The room was very dark, but he could see each other's eyes. He saw his brother's cat-like eyes, looking at him burningly.

"Brother." Tang Junhe yelled again, perhaps because of the hazy night, Yang Xuan had an illusion that the ten years seemed to be very short, and they passed by in a flash, and they were in this moment, never Seventeen or eighteen years old has grown into twenty-seven or eight years old.

"En." Yang Xuan looked at him and answered, his voice sounded a little gentle in the dark night.

They looked at each other for a moment, Tang Junhe lowered his head to kiss Yang Xuan, he kissed very lightly, pushed the tip of his tongue away from Yang Xuan's thin lips, and poked it in carefully. Yang Xuan's hand pinched his shoulder, but he was not in a hurry to control the kiss, he followed Tang Junhe intentionally.

Tang Junhe's lips were pressed against Yang Xuan's, and they were both a little wet. He whispered: "Brother, I remember everything you taught me..." He sensed Yang Xuan's connivance to him, and this kind of connivance made him Can't help but push an inch.

"Test my concentration?" Yang Xuan said, poking a hand under his pajamas, stroking his smooth and smooth back.

"I think it can be done," Tang Junhe said with his head lying on Yang Xuan's shoulder, "I'm a doctor, and Dr. Tang said it can be done."

"I have to fly tomorrow, what if it burns again?" They are going to the small town in the south, and they will set off tomorrow morning and fly there.

"Then take it easy."

"It's not realistic."

"But you obviously have a reaction." Tang Junhe said, groping down Yang Xuan's lower abdomen with his hand, holding his erection part.

Yang Xuan squeezed his wrist and took his hand away: "I've been drinking, don't move." Tang Junhe changed his other hand, and as soon as he touched it, he was caught by Yang Xuan again. One hand locked his two wrists, preventing him from moving, "You think I don't want to do it?"

Tang Junhe had no choice but to give up, and whispered: "I believe you haven't slept with anyone else."

Yang Xuan laughed when he heard the words: "Aren't you forced?"

"Don't force it anymore." Sensing that Yang Xuan's hand was loose, Tang Junhe pulled out his hand, put it on his lower abdomen, and groped along the muscle lines. After an unknown amount of time, sleepiness surfaced, and his movements slowly stopped, and he fell asleep with Yang Xuan in his arms.

After he fell asleep, Yang Xuan's hand covered him and held him. He was a little sleepy when the alcohol was strong before, but just now he was teased so hard that he couldn't fall asleep again. His concentration was actually not that good. Tang Junhe fell asleep, breathing evenly and slowly, he thought his brother was back again, the younger brother who once ignited himself in the darkness of seventeen years old, trusted and relied on him wholeheartedly, turned back to that bundle of A small burning light. Good thing it didn't go off.

The next morning, the two simply packed the house, left Run City with their suitcases, and headed for the small southern town.

When they locked the door and left, Tang Junhe realized that this house was like a longing. It was here, as if all their long journeys would eventually return, whether it was going to that small town or returning to the Yancheng. Most people must have roots.

They locked the door, and Tang Junhe suddenly said: "Brother, shall we come back once a year in the future?"

"Okay." Yang Xuan accepted the key and agreed straightforwardly.

Sitting on the plane, Tang Junhe fastened his seat belt, took his body temperature with a thermometer, took a look at himself after the measurement, and said, "It's not burning anymore."

Yang Xuan stretched out his hand to take the thermometer over, took a closer look at it, and when he handed it to him, he said, "Go to the hotel and measure it again."

Tang Junhe put away the thermometer and said in a low voice, "Obviously I am the doctor."

"The doctor doesn't heal himself." Yang Xuan leaned on the back of the seat and said.

When he mentioned this word, Tang Junhe thought of the scene when they just met more than a month ago.

The plane broadcast started to remind passengers to turn off their mobile phones. Tang Junhe put the mobile phone back in his pocket, stared at the front seat for a moment, turned his head to look at Yang Xuan, and asked his question for more than a month: "Brother, Why did you join the army? I mean, shouldn’t you have gone abroad to study back then?”

Yang Xuan turned his head and glanced at him, at first he didn't speak, but when he looked back, he seemed to be lost in thought, after a long while, he raised his hand and pinched the center of his eyebrows and said, "I came back once later."

There was a trace of surprise in Tang Junhe's eyes: "Return to Runcheng?"

"Yes." Yang Xuan said.

"when?"

"It should be... your freshman summer vacation."

Tang Junhe opened his eyes slightly, he remembered that summer vacation, it was the time when the conflict between him and Tang Xiaonian was the sharpest, and it was also the time when he was most desperate. He didn't come back that summer vacation because he was afraid of seeing Runcheng's summer. He stayed in the school's laboratory, leaving early and returning late, smoking a lot, and his daily time was filled with experimental variables and results, and he didn't dare to touch the memory of Yang Xuan at all.

"I'll be back next summer", Yang Xuan did say so, but at that time he thought it was just an expired agreement.