He had a dream, a very short, very realistic dream, so real that he thought everything now was fake.
He dread that Xi Ge ca back.
He dread of his master, dread of that mountain, and even dread of that little house.
The master was holding Xi Ge’s hand, coming together to take him ho, but... he didn’t want to go back.
"I won’t leave... I won’t leave..."
"I won’t leave..."
"Xi Ge, don’t cry..."
The young man squatted beside the sofa, watching the drunkard who was having a nightmare, talking in his sleep, and seeing his face full of fear, he felt uncomfortable inside too.
Xi Ge?
This na, it seems familiar, like he’s heard it sowhere before.
Who exactly is this person, and why does everything about him feel so familiar?
"Wake up."
"Wake up, drunkard?"
His shoulder was pushed, and the drunkard suddenly woke up, opened his eyes, and saw Qing Yi.
He just stared at him like that, as if his soul was still lost in the dream.
"Are you tired? I’ve finished cooking the noodles, eat them before you sleep again."
The drunkard looked at Qing Yi, thinking of that dream just now, with an indescribable feeling in his heart.
Because it had been so long since he dread of Xi Ge and his master, so long that he could hardly rember his master’s face, yet just now, he dread of them coming to take him ho.
Ho?
The drunkard knew what this ’going ho’ implied.
They weren’t here to take him ho, they were here to take him away...
"What’s wrong?"
Qing Yi looked at the drunkard staring at him in a daze, his eyes gradually filling with tears, and found it a bit strange.
"I... had a nightmare." The drunkard’s eyes were fixed on Qing Yi, afraid he would disappear from his sight.
"How can such a grown man still be afraid of nightmares?" Qing Yi smiled a little, speaking in a comforting tone.
But this consolation only intensified the despair, fear, and helplessness inside the drunkard.
His eyes reddened, and he choked out pitifully, "...I dread that you didn’t want anymore."
Qing Yi was taken aback, feeling that sothing was off with the drunkard tonight.
But exactly what was off, he couldn’t say.
"Dreams are always the opposite."
Though not knowing what was wrong with him today, Qing Yi still smiled and comforted him with a phrase.
So to him, the idea of being unwanted by him is a nightmare.
Qing Yi felt very happy inside.
Doesn’t this an that he cares a lot about him?
"Stop overthinking, go wash your hands and eat."
"...Hmm."
The drunkard got up, dragging his exhausted body into the bathroom, and washed his face.
Looking up at his pale face in the mirror, the drunkard’s hand on the edge of the sink clenched tightly.
The drunkard adjusted his emotions, washed his hands, and ca out to eat.
Qing Yi opened up all the packed dishes he had brought back.
"Looks pretty good, try it and see how it tastes, though it seems like they put a bit too much chili."
"Hmm." The drunkard, preoccupied, picked up his chopsticks, grabbed so food, and put it into his mouth without even noticing what he was eating.
"Hey, this is..."
Qing Yi was about to say sothing but saw the drunkard eating the dish without any reaction.
Qing Yi looked at the dish, then at the drunkard, picked up his chopsticks and tried a bit himself, feeling puzzled.
Imdiately, he frowned.
It’s really spicy.
"Isn’t it spicy?"
The drunkard doesn’t usually eat spicy food, and he had specifically reminded the server to use less chili, but when he opened it, it seed this dish would be wasted.
The distracted drunkard finally realized what he had eaten after hearing Qing Yi’s words.
"...It’s okay, not too spicy."
"Since when could you handle spicy food like this?"
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