together for a moment

Zhao Yimu woke up the next morning before the alarm clock rang. He turned his neck slightly to find Nick leaning beside him, with his head lightly resting on his shoulder, and his gentle breathing with hot air blowing down and caressing the side of his neck.

Very warm and comfortable.

Two men sleeping next to each other... This picture is a bit awkward no matter how you think about it, but he is too lazy to move.

It turns out that two people leaning together is such a warm thing...Zhao Yimu half-opened his eyes, he couldn't see anything in the dark, and in the stillness of the dark sky, he felt only the person beside him.

His body temperature, his breathing, and the scent of chamomile on his body are magnified in the darkness where vision is blocked.Zhao Yimu didn't move or think, but instinctively felt that it's good to nest together like this.

Such a quiet dawn was finally broken by the sound of the alarm clock.

The phone alarm clock beeped three times, Nick immediately turned over and stretched out his hand to accurately press the alarm clock, moaned and stretched, and said in a hoarse and sticky voice: "Turn on the light."

Zhao Yimu reached out and turned on the light, and the first picture that caught his eyes was Nick lying on the bed with his butt up, showing his waist, his face buried in the pillow, his hair fluffy and soft, a standard lazy bed kid.

"Do you still want to sleep?" Zhao Yimu couldn't help laughing seeing him like this.

"No," Nick shook his head, his soft hair swaying, "I want to get up." After speaking, he sat up with a bang, stumbled into the bathroom without opening his eyes.

When Nick came out again, his face was dripping with water, and his fur was shining brightly. He ordered him energetically: "Hurry up, hurry up, leave to see the Taj Mahal in 10 minutes." Ask Zhao Yimu to choose on the bed, "We are about the same size, you can choose one at random."

Zhao Yimu glanced over, all of them were bright and colorful clothes, without black and gray, he couldn't choose what to wear.

Nick had already put on a sky blue cap and T-shirt and navy blue cropped pants. Seeing that he was still standing there in a daze, he chose two and stuffed them for him, "Hurry up and change, we're going out."

A goose-yellow V-neck long-sleeved pair of trousers, also cropped, dark brown.

There is no mirror in the room. After Zhao Yimu changed his clothes, he looked down, no matter the color or style, he would not buy them, as if he was playing someone else.

"Wear your scarf, it's cold outside," Nick hurried out, picked up the orange scarf and wrapped it around his neck twice, "Okay, let's go."

The temperature outside is cold, and the distance from the hotel to the Taj Mahal is only more than one kilometer. They didn't take a taxi, and they hunched their necks and put their hands in their coat pockets and walked quickly against the cold morning wind. This scene inexplicably made Zhao Yimu arouse him Memories of freshman camping when I entered college. At that time, I didn’t know how tired I was. I could sing and drink at night and then go to the mountains to see the sunrise from the night view. Everyone huddled together, screaming and laughing, for no reason.

For a moment, he had the illusion of going back to that era, and his mood was soaring.

"Wow, there is already a group of people queuing up." Nick's hair was bouncing along with his footsteps, and his face looked excited like a child going to a festival temple fair. They lined up from the end of the line. The color is dark blue, only Nick's eyes are shining like nocturnal animals in the forest.

Around [-]:[-], the gate slowly opened, and tourists entered one after another. They had to go through the security check first, and food and drinks were not allowed to be brought in except for dangerous items.

After walking a short corridor, the white Taj Mahal suddenly came into view, and all the tourists, including Zhao Yimu, gave admiration.

He thought that this building, which had been exposed many times on the website or in travel books, would not be able to bring surprises. He did not expect to see the deity, and then he knew that the photos could not show its beauty.

The white marble reflects the color of the sky and clouds like pure silk. At first, it is dark blue with purple, then orange in the morning light, and occasionally a rose-colored fantasy. It changes every minute and every second. It is dizzying and breathless.

Zhao Yimu looked at Nick beside him, Nick was also full of fascination, and felt that his eyes turned to meet his gaze, he didn't speak but smiled, as if sharing a secret.

"Take a photo for you as a souvenir." Nick used Zhao Yimu's mobile phone to take pictures for him, changing several angles, some far and some near, and Zhao Yimu also helped him take a picture or two.

"At first, I didn't take Shah Jahan's way of proving his love in such a costly way, but after seeing this masterpiece, I seem to be able to understand their love." Zhao Yimu was very emotional.

"Princess Baloo made such a request before her death, probably because she hoped that Shah Jahan would always miss her through this time-consuming and laborious project," Nick said, "Life and death have been difficult since ancient times, and I hope I can be long-lasting lovesickness."

After the sky is bright, the Taj Mahal shows a pure white and holy appearance. The delicate patterns carved on it are like the hollow lace of a bride's dress, beautiful and elegant.

"But if I can't stay with the person I love forever, then I'd rather he forget me," Nick's gaze was still fixed on the Taj Mahal, "I can only miss you but not stay together, it's too painful."

"It sounds like you understand it, do you have a girlfriend?" Zhao Yimu asked.

"I won't have a girlfriend." Nick said quietly, but he heard it clearly.

"Why?" Zhao Yimu didn't understand why such a handsome boy wouldn't have a girlfriend.

"I don't know why, is it a joke?" Nick smiled and walked forward, changing the subject, "And you, have you talked about marriage with your girlfriend?"

"I haven't seriously discussed it, but if the current situation continues, we should enter into marriage." Zhao Yimu thinks that the inevitable result is that the male college should be married and the female college should be married.

"Do you love her?" Nick asked again.

love?He didn't think about it.

He and Lin Zongpei are good friends in the same class in college. During a certain inter-class basketball game, Xiaopei came to cheer on his brother. After the game, the three of them ate together. Cats and puppies, Xiaopei will occasionally come to the sidelines to watch the game to cheer for her brother when there are games in the future. She never has the high-decibel shouts that other girls often have. When she wins, she will hand her brother water. : "Awesome."

In Zhao Yimu's impression, Xiaopei is a girl who is indifferent to everything. She doesn't have many opinions and is indifferent. Compared with other girls he has dated, she is pretty, delicate, and school girl. Lin Xiaopei She is not outstanding, but her family background is good-natured, good-natured, well-educated, and she is even good at cooking. She meets all the criteria of a good wife, and finally becomes his most likely marriage partner.

He feels that an investment strategy in married life is to be evaluated among various choices of marriageable age. Love or not is just one of the evaluation items, and the proportion varies from person to person. As far as he is concerned, this item is not that important .

"I don't often say the word love, but I have known her for a long time, we are very familiar with each other and understand each other." Zhao Yimu answered the question cautiously.

Nick nodded, and sighed thoughtfully: "Sometimes you are too familiar to think it is love..." After finishing speaking, Zhao Yimu looked at him suspiciously, then smiled and said: "But you must be true love .”

They stayed in the Taj Mahal for nearly three hours, sometimes analyzing the carvings on the pillars, sometimes Zhao Yimu recited a passage about the source and cost of materials during the construction, and when they were tired, they chose a place to sit and watch the tourists come. Often, not only foreign tourists, but also many local people come to pilgrimage.

"I found that the boys will hold hands with each other." Zhao Yimu touched Nick's arm, asking him to see a few big men not far away holding hands and chatting.

"In India, this is a good sign of friendship between men, and you can see it anywhere on the road." Nick is not surprised.

"Really? Why do I look awkward." Zhao Yimu frowned.

"You get used to it after watching it a few times. It's like this for a lot of things. You'll make a fuss at the first time, but after watching it a few times, you'll find it's nothing." Nick stood up and patted his buttocks and said, "I'm hungry, let's go have breakfast. "

Only then did Zhao Yimu realize that it was already ten o'clock in the morning, and he had been shopping for so long before he knew it!He actually savored a scenic spot like Nick, so unlike him.

Nick chose a seemingly authentic scone shop. The hygienic environment is not good, but there are traditional ovens at the door and people are pulling tea on the spot. Most of the locals are sitting in the covered semi-outdoor seats. Next, Zhao Yimu picked up the mobile phone to take a picture of the master pouring the hot tea with milk between the two cups. After the master found the camera, he stretched the distance between the two cups more and more, performing a few stunts like a show , earned a burst of applause from the guests.

"You, try?" The tea master beckoned to Zhao Yimu.

Zhao Yimu waved his hands and said no in succession. He was particularly afraid of being embarrassed about such things he hadn't done before. What should he do if he spills everywhere and burns himself?

"I'll do it!" Nick rubbed his hands eagerly, and stood next to the master. The master taught him some tricks first, and then poured tea from a short distance.

"Look, Owen, it won't be difficult!" Nick got started quickly. As the tea-pulling distance got longer and longer, he laughed and shouted excitedly, his face flushed slightly. Other customers were infected by his happy mood, and several people praised Whistling and clapping, some people took pictures with cameras.

Nick’s smile was very warm, and the corners of Zhao Yimu’s mouth also rose. He pressed the shutter button and took many pictures in a row. After several times, Nick bowed gorgeously to thank the audience, and returned to his seat contentedly holding the tea he had prepared. .

"Master Nick's hand-pulled tea, please drink." A thin layer of sweat broke out on Nick's forehead.

"Wipe your sweat first, and catch a cold later." Zhao Yimu handed him the handkerchief that was originally Nick's.

"Wait until you wipe it. Drink the tea while it's hot." Nick picked up the cup and blew twice, drinking tea from the rim with lowered eyebrows and lowered eyes. Wipe on forehead.

"..." At this moment, the world seemed to stop for three seconds.

Nick's posture of drinking tea with his head down remained unchanged, but he stared at him with big round eyes, blinking and blinking, as if he was a little puzzled.And his own fright was not small, it was too fucking easy, why did he do some outrageous things today! ?

"That...is the tea good?" Zhao Yimu felt that his forehead was sweating.

"Of course, Master Nick's special tune." Nick drank a few more sips of tea, and when he looked up again, his expression was as usual, except for a little red on his cheeks.

"Let me drink it too." Zhao Yimu picked up the cup and took a sip. The sweet and hot taste slid from his throat to his stomach, warming his whole body. .”

"Isn't it?" Nick smiled and nodded in agreement.

He ate breakfast leisurely for more than two hours, even skipping Chinese food. Zhao Yimu carried a briefcase with him, but he didn't even have the desire to open his laptop, and he slumped on the chair just like Nick.

"Hey, I'm getting lazy." Zhao Yimu was not quite used to his laziness.

"How do you say that? Rest is for a longer journey." Nick tilted like a boneless, took out the cigarette case and smoked two, and gave him one, "Relax these days, Just go back and work harder."

"Hmm... good idea." Zhao Yimu gave up struggling, lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and relaxed for a few days, no one would know, he thought.

After breakfast, they went to buy clothes. When they walked into the store, Zhao Yimu saw himself in the mirror inadvertently. The light yellow jacket and brown pants were a bit strange...but not ugly. The bright color made his fair complexion more energetic. Why was he so obsessed with black and gray before?

Zhao Yimu glanced at the clothes on the shelves, carefully selected purple, green and orange tops, and held them in front of the mirror one by one for gestures. Nick looked at the clothes in his hands and smiled, raised his eyebrows, and said in admiration : "Your black and white life is about to change color?"

Zhao Yimu smiled evilly on purpose, and said, "Didn't you say that you should be a different version of yourself while traveling?"

He put those few clothes in front of the boss with great vigor, "I want all these, how much is it?" Brother Owen, who haggled without batting an eyelid, started talking about half price again.

Nick leaned against the wall and folded his arms, whistling at him with an unscrupulous face and teasing: "Brother Owen is going to go bad!"

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