After leaving Zhang Youyu, Meng Xiangbei went into the mountains and shot a pheasant and also found two pheasant eggs.
Meng Xiangbei is the only nightmare beast in the world. He has devoured the owners of dreams from different eras and with different identities. While devouring them, he also got to know them and naturally learned a lot of skills from them.
Following his memory, Meng Xiangbei took a secluded path back. In those days, although some people often went up the mountain secretly to hunt, pick mushrooms and other things, this mountain was public property after all, and it was not good to do so so blatantly in front of others.
Families who hunted the game would bring it back secretly. Fortunately, there's no people along the way.
Meng Xiangbei's shabby little house has a low courtyard made of earth outside and a wooden door. There are two rooms inside and a kitchen. Next to the kitchen is a simple toilet built with stones when Meng Xiangbei's parents were still alive.
The kitchen is connected to the toilet, which is a very disgusting layout, but Lin Zhibai loves cleanliness, and he keeps everything in the small shabby house spotlessly clean, without any odor at all.
There are two rooms, one big and one small. The smaller one was originally used to store things. Three years ago, Lin Zhibai moved into Meng Xiangbei's house.
Meng Xiangbei, who was pursuing Lin Zhibai, took the initiative to give him the big room and moved into the small room himself.
Later, the two confirmed their relationship, and Meng Xiangbei moved back to the big room. The two slept in the same bed so that they could "do things" at night.
Recently, Meng Xiangbei found an excuse for Lin Zhibai to move to a small room. Only when he needed him at night would he go to the small room to torment Lin Zhibai, and then go back to the big room to sleep.
After hearing what Meng Xiangbei said, Lin Zhibai was reluctant to sleep in a separate room from him, but he didn't dare to say much. However, Meng Xiangbei was afraid that Zhang Youyu would find out about his relationship with Lin Zhibai, so he chose to sleep in a separate room.
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Meng Xiangbei put the pheasant down and returned to the small room, where he saw Lin Zhibai lying on the bed with an abnormally flushed face due to a fever.
The room was very small, with almost no extra space except for a brick bed about one meter wide.
The young boy's thin body curled up under a thin quilt, his delicate brows slightly furrowed, and he seemed not to be sleeping well. He was probably cold, and his body was shivering slightly.
Meng Xiangbei was stunned for a moment. For a moment he couldn't connect the young man in front of him with the young man that first came here three years ago.
Although Lin Zhibai at that time was also slim, not in good health, and had some flesh on his face, he was definitely not as thin as he is now, as if only a skeleton was left. Blue veins could be seen under his skin. He was weak and had little resistance. It seemed that if he got sick, people would have the illusion that he would not be able to survive at any time.
Meng Xiangbei's fingertips trembled, and he reached out and touched his forehead.
He had a fever and was still feeling a little hot. After thinking for a moment, he bent down and was about to pick up the boy.
However, for some reason, the boy's sleep was very light, and even though the fever made people drowsy, he still woke up.
Lin Zhibai opened his eyes wide and was startled when he saw the familiar face. He quickly struggled to get out of bed and said, "You're back. I'm sorry, I haven't cooked yet. I'll do it now."
Since his true nature was exposed, Meng Xiangbei returned to his lazy and gluttonous ways. Lin Zhibai works during the day, so even if he is tired, he still has to come back to cook three meals a day.
I remember one time, Lin Zhibai was late for cooking because of something, Meng Xiangbei treated him coldly, didn't talk to him for several days, and looked at him coldly. Lin Zhibai, who always relied on Meng Xiangbei, panicked and felt uneasy. He apologized for a long time and was severely tossed by Meng Xiangbei several times before the matter was over.
Lin Zhibai is not afraid of anything else but Meng Xiangbei's cold violence, which will make him feel that Meng Xiangbei doesn't want him anymore.
Seeing that Lin Zhibai was about to get out of bed, Meng Xiangbei stretched out his long arms and directly held him in his arms, holding him horizontally, "Don't move."
At this time, Meng Xiangbei's face was serious, his voice was low, and his tone did not allow for any discussion.
Lin Zhibai really didn't move. His whole body was stiff. He curled up in the arms of the tall Meng Xiangbei. He lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry."
Meng Xiangbei didn't say anything, he carried him out of the small room. The person in his arms was very light, and it didn't take much effort to carry him. There was wind blowing in his face, and Meng Xiangbei held the boy tighter in his arms.
Lin Zhibai passively buried his head in the man's arms, breathing in the familiar and strong scent that belonged to Meng Xiangbei, which surrounded him whole body, and in his ears was the man's steady and powerful heartbeat.
It has been a long time since I had such contact with him.
At night they would still do the most intimate things in the world, but Lin Zhibai felt that at that time, their hearts were very far apart.
Lin Zhibai stretched out his hand as if possessed by a ghost and grasped the man's collar. He wanted to grasp the warmth of the moment, because he knew that it would probably disappear in the next moment.
After a few steps, Meng Xiangbei carried Lin Zhibai to the big room.
The 1.8-meter-high earthen kang is three times larger than the small room. Although it is shabby, it is spacious and bright.
Lin Zhibai was placed on the bed. He looked at his empty hands, his eyes dimming under his long eyelashes.
Meng Xiangbei carefully let Lin Zhibai lie on the bed, spread out his thick quilt and covered him with it.
Facing Lin Zhibai's bewildered look, he spoke in a gentle tone, "Did you get sick this morning? Did you take medicine? Your fever hasn't subsided yet. Are you still feeling uncomfortable? If you feel uncomfortable, remember to tell me, okay?"
Lin Zhibai's round almond-shaped eyes widened slightly as he stared at Meng Xiangbei, as if he didn't quite believe that he would say such caring words.
How long have I not heard of it?
After a moment of silence, he moved his dry lips and asked carefully: "You are not angry?"
Meng Xiangbei stared at him, his fingertips tracing the boy's handsome eyebrows and eyes, "How could I be angry? You are sick, and I feel sorry for you. Now, you just need to recover from your illness and don't worry about anything else."
Lin Zhibai pursed his lips tightly, didn't say anything, just looked at him.
Meng Xiangbei's heart trembled slightly, and he moved closer to him, lowered his head, buried it in the boy's neck, and said in a hoarse voice, "Xiaobai, I'm sorry, I treated you badly before because of my own reasons, but I won't do that again in the future. I will change and treat you well. Can you forgive me and give me another chance to love you well?"
Meng Xiangbei raised his head, revealing a pair of red eyes, which Lin Zhibai had never seen before. Suddenly, Lin Zhibai's heart was in turmoil and his breathing became slightly rapid.
"Don't you want to forgive me? It's okay. I'm such a bad person, it's reasonable for you not to forgive me." Seeing that Lin Zhibai remained silent, Meng Xiangbei's eyes dimmed a little, and there was a hint of bitterness at the corners of his lips.
He stood up and walked out. Lin Zhibai thought he was going to leave, and panicked. He quickly reached out and grabbed the corner of his clothes, and his tone was inadvertently pleading, "Don't go."
Meng Xiangbei was stunned for a moment, then leaned over and gently kissed him on the forehead, "I'm not leaving, I just want to pour you some water." His lips were almost cracked.
Lin Zhibai let go of his hand only after making sure that Meng Xiangbei would not leave.
Meng Xiangbei's house had an old kettle. Holding the enamel cup, he poured half a cup. Even with his back to it, he could still feel Lin Zhibai's eyes on him.
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