sun and wildflowers

Lu Kun, who had returned, had been squatting by the flower bed downstairs for ten minutes, cursing himself as a coward, and throwing stones into the flower bed.

Right now he doesn't feel the sun, nor does he feel hungry, it's just... he's thinking about Jiang Ming all over his head, scratching his liver and heart.

"If you throw it again, I will call security!"

Lu Kun looked up in surprise, and saw Jiang Ming standing not far from him, with a cigarette in his mouth, staring at him.

Although he still held a new stone in his hand, Lu Kun only dared to hold it like this.

"Have a cigarette." Jiang Ming said and threw the cigarette case in his hand.

The cigarette case drew an arc in the air, and then landed firmly in Lu Kun's palm, with a lighter exposed from the slightly opened opening.

Why did you change the brand?

Lu Kun was wondering when he heard Jiang Ming say, "Zhongnanhai is gone, so I just bought a box."

Lu Kun stood up, facing Jiang Ming, squeezed the cigarette in his hands with both hands, and poked it back and forth before choking out a sentence: "The security guard is your relative?"

"..."

Jiang Ming raised his eyes to look at Lu Kun, the smoke circled around his eyebrows for a few times and then dissipated, revealing his stern eyes.

Lu Kun said, "I'm sorry, I was wrong."

Who is wrong?Am I wrong or are you wrong?

Lu Kun added another sentence: "I was wrong."

Jiang Ming threw the cigarette butt in his hand to his feet, stomped it out, and said, "Is this interesting?"

Lu Kun "...not interesting."

"Don't apologize after that, I don't like this."

"......Um."

Jiang Ming looked at the high wall not far away, and said: "I've heard a little bit about you and your brother. It's natural for you not to see him, but he's still young after all. I think you can go if you're not busy in the future." Look, he's pretty pathetic, too."

Back to this topic again, Lu Kun felt that he couldn't avoid it. He didn't know if Jiang Ming brought it up again and again to force him to tell the whole story, and even wanted to know what happened between him and Zhou Yun.

"You sit here."

Lu Kun pointed to a seat next to the flower bed and said to Jiang Ming.

Then the conversation mode switched to two people sitting on a chair. At first glance, it seemed peaceful and unusual.

Lu Kun looked at the cigarette in his hand that he had rubbed into shape, gritted his teeth, and lit it anyway.

"How many years have you been working?"

When Jiang Ming heard that Lu Kun suddenly inquired about his affairs, he paused inexplicably, and replied, "Five years."

Lu Kun took a puff of cigarette, looked at the front with blurred eyes, and said: "Then you should know better than me that if you commit a crime, you will be punished. Although Lu Yuan is underage, he grew up in a family like mine. At least three times more mature than children of the same age, that is to say, he has been able to take responsibility for his actions, is rape a trivial matter?! Zhou Yun was killed by him and got post-traumatic stress disorder, and even attempted suicide several times. …”

"It's not that I don't want to see him. You heard it last time. He has never admitted to committing a crime from the beginning to the end, and he put all the blame on me and Zhou Yun. Sometimes being cruel is not necessarily a bad thing. He needs to be inside Do a good job of introspecting and I will not go to see him until he repents."

Seeing Lu Kun stop, Jiang Ming said, "Actually, sometimes family members' comfort is more effective than our political classes, and Lu Yuan's mind is immature at this age, so you should pay more attention to him."

Lu Kun smiled wryly, and said, "We both suffered through all kinds of hardships when we were young. He can bear the loneliness and emptiness in the prison!"

Speaking of this, Jiang Ming, an outsider, couldn't get involved anymore. He and Lu Kun sat downstairs for a while, neither of them spoke, just sat so quietly. Four or five cigarette butts...

Still didn't talk about the things with Zhou Yun before.

For a long time after the conversation ended, Lu Kun tried to speak several times but didn't say it. The past may have been too pale for him, and even if he wanted to say something, he couldn't arouse any interest.

Lu Kun is not a bisexual person. The first thing he liked was a boy when he was young. He vaguely remembered that it was his high school classmate. Later, the boy transferred to another school and they never saw each other again, so This young and taboo love was lost to parting before it even started.

As for Zhou Yun, it's a bit ridiculous to say that Zhou Yun was the childhood sweetheart that Lu Kun's mother married to his best friend Meng Xue back then.

Lu Kun was seven years old that year, and Zhou Yun was still in her mother's womb.

Five years later, Lu Kun's mother passed away due to dystocia giving birth to Lu Yuan. Fortunately, she did not take away her youngest son.

That "best friend", Lu Kun called her Aunt Meng, and Aunt Meng has taken special care of Lu Kun and Lu Yuan since then, but as the three children grew up, problems also emerged.

Lu Kun is seven years older than Zhou Yun. This seven years has pulled their lives in two directions. It can be said that there is very little intersection, but this does not prevent Zhou Yun from loving Lu Kun. He will go to see him every week. , until something happened later.

......

After that, they went back to Jiang Ming's house.

"Can I sleep with you tonight?"

Lu Kun tilted his head, stared intently at Jiang Ming who was about to change clothes, and asked timidly.

Jiang Ming crossed his hands and tugged at the bottom of the T-shirt, seeming to be teasing but not teasing.

"Stay."

The two words came out of Jiang Ming's mouth lightly, but after finishing speaking, half of his body was still stiff and he did not move.

"Then how about I sleep with you tomorrow night?"

This is a bit of a stretch, Lu Kun knew it in his heart, but he still wanted to take a gamble.

Jiang Ming loosened his hands, tugged at the corners of his clothes, then pointed to the living room, and said, "There is a drawer on the coffee table facing the TV. On the left hand side, there is my house key. Here it is for you."

The pies fell from the sky, and Lu Kun felt that he didn't have to eat at night.

Just when he was elated, he heard Jiang Ming say seriously: "Can you go out?"

Lu Kun looked confused: "Huh?"

"I want to change clothes, you go out first."

To change clothes, you have to take off your clothes first.

Taking advantage of Jiang Ming's unpreparedness, Lu Kun bound his hands together, then freed up his other hand, and rolled his shirt from the beginning to the end, the whole process was completed neatly.

The clothes fell on the soles of his feet, Jiang Ming's upper body was bare, and Lu Kun's eyes met.

This was the first time that Lu Kun dared to look directly at Jiang Ming's body like this. The last time... there was that woman Chen Mai, so it was not convenient to look at it.

Last night...Last night, Lu Kun didn't dare to think about how Jiang Ming's long legs kicked him out of bed... Later, he went back to the guest room clutching his waist, Jiang Ming half No words of condolence.

"Have you seen enough?!"

"Huh?" Lu Kun was suddenly awakened by Jiang Ming's words, "No... I haven't seen enough."

Jiang Ming squinted at him, "Crazy!"

He stood upright, with his back close to the closet. The closet was a glossy off-white color. His streamlined back was reflected on it. The light and shadow overlapped, seeming real and illusory, devouring Lu Kun's mind in every possible way.

"There are meat and vegetables in the refrigerator, go and look and get some."

After Jiang Ming finished speaking, he turned around and opened the closet, took off a short sleeve from the clothes hanger, and put it on.

Lu Kun behind him didn't move, he really wanted to confirm what Jiang Ming said just now, did he say it to him?

"Do you have any other questions?"

Lu Kun nodded, "Yes."

"Say."

"...make a few dishes."

"One."

Lu Kun stared, "Is one enough?"

Jiang Ming: "That's enough. You didn't say anything that day. You are tall, have long legs, are handsome, and are not greedy. I have verified the first three."

Lu Kun also remembered this sentence. He did say it. On the night in the Black Horse River, he smiled and said, "You have a good memory!"

"good."

Lu Kun originally wanted to retort, "Not being greedy doesn't mean eating less!"

But think about it, forget it again.

He waved his hand and said, "Go cook for the ancestors."

Jiang Ming didn't dislike this term frequently used by Lu Kun, but he just found it a bit strange.

It was quiet in the evening, except for the occasional sound of a train passing by and honking, which Jiang Ming was used to hearing. There was a train track near his house. His father hesitated when buying a house, but it was in the city center and the location was good. Ming had no objections, so his father bought it for him.

The evening news was broadcast on TV, and Jiang Ming crossed his legs on the coffee table, gnawing on the apple in his hand intently.

"Have a meal."

Lu Kun came out of the kitchen, holding a plate of fried meat with celery and two bowls of rice in his hand.

"Eat here, just watch TV."

Jiang Ming let out a "hmm", took out a tissue from the wet tissue box and wiped the coffee table.

Lu Kun waited for him to finish wiping and put down the food, and said, "The more bowl of rice is yours, and I will eat the less."

One was full and the other half.

Jiang Ming picked up the half portion of the bowl and said, "I eat less."

"There's still..." in the rice cooker

"Eat yours."

Lu Kun pursed his lips and picked up his chopsticks.

After eating, Lu Kun also washed the dishes. He was busy from beginning to end. He could vaguely foresee that he would be a hard worker in this house in the future. That ancestor never moved his nest on the sofa...

After Lu Kun finished his work in the kitchen, he went to the bathroom to wash his hands. When he sat back on the sofa, he found that Jiang Ming had fallen asleep.

The way he sleeps...a bit...Lu Kun thinks it's sweet, he likes it very much.

The sun was about to set, and the roof of the building was warm yellow with the last lingering glow. Lu Kun lit a cigarette, looked at Jiang Ming quietly, and wondered if he was dreaming, and if so, what would his dream be like?

After smoking a cigarette, Lu Kun got up, pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray with one hand, and with the other hand, he kissed Jiang Ming's lips and sucked it lightly.

Jiang Ming tasted the smell of tobacco in Lu Kun's mouth, and couldn't stop for a while...