Forbidden color

Wen Sitian was still in a daze until he was sitting in the restaurant ordering food.

Yan Qing's appearance didn't change much from Wen Sitian's memory, with a warm complexion and a modest demeanor, with a slim waist narrowed by a slim shirt, he still had that noble and charming appearance.

It's just that she has lost a lot of weight, and there is a gloomy look between her brows and eyes, and her eyes are not as carefree as before.

But compared to Wen Sitian, who is limping and looks like dried flowers, he still does not know how much more eye-catching.

"Tian Tian has grown taller, why is he still so thin?" He scooped up a bowl of clear fresh soup for Wen Sitian, with a few lilies floating on it, showing a very friendly smile, "Is Wen Silin reluctant to give you a meal?" eat?"

"...You haven't seen how much he usually eats." Wen Sirin teased, and began to peel the shrimp shells.

Wen Sitian felt uneasy in his heart, secretly angry that his brother dismantled him in front of his rival, and pretended to chat with Yan Qing happily on the surface, nothing more than gossip about whether his grades are good or not, whether he has a girlfriend or not.Yan Qing has always been nice to him. In the past, he seldom came to see Wen Sirin when Yan Qing was present, and when he saw him, he would always hide by himself like an orphan, but Yan Qing often bought all kinds of snacks and comics to try to please Wen Sirin. The younger brother raised on the tip of his heart.

Although Wen Sitian himself has ulterior motives, food is innocent after all, and he eats what he should eat. Speaking of it, he has received so many benefits from others, and secretly wants to poach people's corners, which is really unethical.

"...Eat well, don't be in a daze." Wen Sirin put the third peeled shrimp into his bowl.

Called back from an unconscious trance, he stirred the bowl with his chopsticks a few times, ate two mouthfuls, and looked up to find that Yan Qing was looking at his bowl, with a slight frown between his brows, a kind of unobtrusive expression melancholy.

Seeing Wen Sitian looking at him, Yan Qing came back to his senses, concealed a slight smile, and said, "I've been in Munich for too long, and I haven't eaten seafood for a long time." He reached out and took a shrimp covered in red oil. Pabian said to Wen Sirin, "Your shrimp peeling skills are getting better and better. When you open a seafood barbecue restaurant in the future, please come and peel them."

His fingers were originally light-white, but with a little bit of red oil on them, they looked great against each other.

"It's too much for a great architect to open a barbecue restaurant." Wen Sirin said, and began to pick fishbone again.

Yan Qing watched him pick out the fish bones one by one from the soft fish meat, and then piled them into Wen Sitian's crumbling bowl, before he spoke for a long time, with a soft voice that floated past like smoke: "You were half as good to me as you were to your brother back then." Well, there's no need to quarrel every day."

"..." Wen Sirin was slightly surprised. He didn't expect Yan Qing to say such a thing. He was always upright, self-confident, gentle and restrained. It was rare for such a childlike attitude. After a long pause, Wen Sirin opened his mouth and said, "...How can it be the same?"

Yan Qing seemed to want to say something more, opened his mouth, and said: "... Forget it."

Wen Silin thought for a while, and probably understood something, smiled casually, glanced at Wen Sitian who was thinking about something, and said: "Who asked me to raise an ancestor."

The ancestor himself held the bowl with his head drooping, immersed in the melancholy anytime, anywhere. There was no substantive content in what they talked about. Squeezed, very uncomfortable, I simply concentrated on how to find out the reason for Yan Qing's sudden return to China. He didn't finish his doctorate, so he ran back suddenly for no reason.

It was Sima Zhao's heart to find his ex-boyfriend as soon as he came back.

He poked at the bowl full of food, pouted unconsciously, and when he looked up, he found that both of them were looking at him for no reason. He was startled, and said, "...why are you looking at me..."

Could it be that he accidentally said all the bad things in his heart?

"See when you can finish your meal." Wen Silin said coldly, "Wen Sitian, you are a little polite, don't just be distracted when you come out to eat with others."

"Oh..." As soon as Yan Qing came back, he knew he was talking about him. He had kissed him tenderly before, but now he has become a cold brother again, as if he married a stepmother.

"Speak well, don't be so aggressive." Yan Qing said with a smile, "Tiantian doesn't have to be restrained, he can do whatever he wants."

... She really looks like a new stepmother.

Because Wen Sirin never approached him to blackmail Yan Qing, Wen Sitian became a little arrogant in his heart, and gradually turned from guilt and worry at the beginning to dissatisfaction with the happy scene in front of him.But no one responded to his dissatisfaction. The two chatted about their studies and employment, and Yan Qing asked about the situation of the local research institute. It seemed that he planned to stay for a long time.

"You... didn't you still want to apply for a doctorate in this school before?" Yan Qing asked casually as he said.

"Undecided, we still have to raise children." Wen Sirin rubbed Wen Sitian's head casually, saw the leftover mutton in his bowl, frowned, "I ate them all."

... Why didn't you talk about it when you obviously applied to a foreign university?Wen Sitian was so upset that he stretched out his chopsticks to eat the cold mutton. The chef in this restaurant was ignorant, and the dishes he cooked were not all delicious, and the mutton smelled like mutton.He looked suspiciously at the two talking and laughing at Yan Yan, could it be that he was reluctant to leave because Yan Qing had plans to stay?

This annoying thought made Wen Sitian excited.

After eating sullenly, it was already dark, Yan Qing drove his mother's car, a very low-key black X5, and said that he wanted to take them home, but was declined by Wen Silin, saying that he wanted to take Wen Sitian, who was lazy all day long, for a walk walk around.

Wen Sitian, who was ordered to pay the parking fee, came back when he heard Yan Qing's half-sentence with a smile: "... I thought you didn't want to see me anymore."

Wen Sirin, who turned his back to him, said something, which made Yan Qing laugh, and even her thin cheeks and clear eyebrows became more active in the street lamp night.

Seeing Wen Sitian came back, they said goodbye and agreed to go to barbecue next time, Yan Qing started the car and said with a smile: "Don't blackmail me anymore." After speaking, they said goodbye and drove away.

After watching them off for a while, Wen Sirin said "Let's go", and leisurely walked out along the red brick road. After walking a few steps, he found that no one was following him, so he turned his head away. The taro cone that Qing bought for him stood in place, passers-by hurried past, chattering and laughing, and the changing lights of the commercial street were reflected in his dark eyes, as if they could not be shown in front of others With tears in his eyes, he stood alone in the bustle not far away.

Even though they were only a few meters apart, it seemed another scene of being far away and lonely.

"Tian Tian...?" Wen Sirin called him softly.

Wen Sitian responded as if woken up, and walked forward, with his head half down, walking side by side with Wen Silin without focusing his eyes, the cone melted a little, and the lavender cream flowed down the crispy skin, looking down and out very.

After walking a few steps, the cone in his hand was taken away by someone else, he raised his head, Wen Sirin glanced at him, took a bite out of the melted cone, and said, "I won't give it to you."

"..." Wen Sitian remained silent, his heart was heavy and confused, Yan Qing had been pressing on his heart like a rock for a long time in the past, even though yesterday's bitter cry vented a lot of his backlog. Feeling emotional, seeing himself suddenly made him feel that the air around him was thin and it was difficult to breathe.

He stared at Wen Sirin as he ate his ice cream in two bites. Usually, Wen Sirin didn't allow him to eat ice cream, but because someone else bought it for him, he let him eat a few bites. Wen Sirin carried it to the shoulder of the road.

"You have nothing to say?" Wen Sirin's voice sounded the same as usual, "Aren't you angry after eating your cone?"

What is brother talking nonsense?Wen Sitian turned his head to the side, he was standing a little higher than usual, he could easily see Wen Silin's handsome side face, set off by the warm lights in the night, it might be because he saw his old lover, he looked like She was gentler than usual, and even the tails of her brows softened.

"...not angry." He was still terrified by Yan Qing's last words before he left, and murmured, "I never get angry with you..."

I forgive you for everything you do, so what about a cone, even if you squeeze his whole body into a cup of sweet juice.

Wen Sirin gave a "hmm" and said, "Then I'm not angry with you." Seeing Wen Sitian looking at him, he added, "In the future, don't blackmail others casually, otherwise how can I explain to them?"

Wen Sitian lowered his head, felt a burst of blush, and was even more surprised that Wen Silin really didn't get angry with him, and he himself felt ashamed of such a small belly playing tricks in secret.

"Yan Qing didn't get in touch with me, so he ran to find Chen Guangyue. He yelled so loudly that the whole court knew about it. How do you think it will end?"

Wen Sitian muttered: "I know I'm wrong..." He looked at Wen Sirin eagerly, and saw that he was smiling, so he boldly asked, "Brother Yan Qing...why did you come back?"

"The family company had some problems, and his father was sick again. His mother was taking care of him and couldn't leave, so he had to come back and deal with it by himself." Wen Sirin explained briefly.

"He...he...he came back alone?" Wen Sitian hesitated, there was a faint hope in his heart that Yan Qing already had other lovers.

"Ah."

"...What happened to their company?"

"He didn't say, I don't know."

"...Then...then when will he go back? Isn't he still a year away from finishing his Ph.D...." What he wanted to ask most was this.

"do not know."

Wen Sitian felt dissatisfied, and muttered: "We talked for so long, I don't know anything..."

"People don't tell me what I can do." Wen Sirin glanced at him, "Besides, how can I know so clearly about other people's affairs."

Wen Sitian was a little dazed, he always felt that he was still a smart boy on the surface, but he was like a ball of paste inside, it was very hard to think, his clear eyes looked at Wen Sirin searchingly, Wen Sirin tilted his head, it was rare that he was a little childish Looking around, he turned his head and looked around, but said: "I have ice cream on my mouth."

Wen Sitian subconsciously stretched out his tongue and licked the corner of his mouth. Wen Sirin followed his lips with undisguised hotness. He pursed his lips uncomfortably, but Wen Sirin said: "There is more." He hesitated , just poked out the tip of her bright red tongue again, when Wen Sirin pulled her over and kissed her in hastily and deeply.

He still had the taste of taro ice cream in his mouth, which was fragrant and sweet, because he was on the street, he only quickly licked Wen Sitian's tongue for a while and then let him go, as if to quench his thirst.

Before he let go of his hand, he licked the corner of Wen Sitian's lips, and he didn't know if there was really stubborn ice cream on it, and said in a low voice: "Tiantian, brother loves you."

He was held up by the hand and walked forward along that quiet path. Wen Sirin used to say that he loved him, as usual, until a year ago, she kept silent about it.

Now that he suddenly heard this long-lost love, he was in a dream, as if all the heart-piercing pain had been covered by this thin piece of words, allowing them to be comforted when they throbbed violently from time to time.He didn't want to, and didn't have the ability to think about why Wen Sirin's attitude improved, and he couldn't feel a lot of joy, maybe it was the obstruction of depression, maybe it was the wariness of sugar-coated bullets, but he still answered very seriously: "...I love you too, brother."

His voice was very small, hoarse and broken, like a prayer that was only used to read to himself and the priest. It floated out of his unexplained choked throat like an air current, scattered in the humid summer air, and he In dizzy sight.