The ghost king wants to walk the road of flowers

In the middle of the night, the street was empty, and the black car drove into Taihe Street and stopped at the residential house at the end of the street.The lights in the residential area were all dimmed, and under the night sky covered by clouds and the moon, it looked like building blocks piled up one by one, looking old and dying.

"It's here." Jian Liu looked at those "building block houses" and said to Rao Xuan.There was a trace of surprise hidden in his expression, Wumian was such a big company, and the dormitory chosen for popular artists was so simple and mediocre. Although LA does not provide artist dormitories, the monthly housing subsidies for artists can also live in high-rise buildings in the city center.In comparison, Rao Xuan and the others, a popular men's group, really did nothing.

Rao Xuan unbuckled his seat belt, opened the car door, but did not move his legs.He seems to have something to say.

"Don't want to go back?" Jian Liu turned the car key and turned off the engine.After a day of playing around, driving here, it seems that people are tired and need a few minutes to rest.It's also possible that he wanted to use these few minutes to spend more time with Rao Xuan.

Rao Xuan hesitated to speak, put some words on the tip of his tongue, pressed them against the roof of his mouth, chewed them a few times, sent them back to his throat, and swallowed them into his stomach.

-I asked God to let this belt fail yesterday, and today I found out that I really like you.Regarding the fact that I like you, I hope you can clearly realize it.We've talked a lot, and if you say no to me, I'll probably be hit hard.

These words were supposed to be said in one breath, but in the end, a single word was not uttered.

Even I have become restrained?Is it like this when you like someone?Can speak clearly, but become ashamed to say it.Or to say that the expression is too concise, but it seems emotionally shallow.Rao Xuan doubted himself, bearing Jian Liu's gentle and doubtful gaze, he pursed his dry lips: "Have you ever bet before?"

"What bet?"

Rao Xuan's sudden words always make people feel confused. Before talking about the main topic, there is a lot of foreshadowing, although the final main topic may not be understood by anyone.It is Jianliu who has to listen to him, so he can adapt to his brain circuit.

"Bet with others, or bet with yourself." Rao Xuan gave him a few examples, "Bet with others, such as betting on what the weather will be like tomorrow, which color tie the boss will wear, and what color will the eye-catching female colleague bet on?" I won’t go through the door. Make a bet with yourself, bet on the top ten sales of this album, bet that there will be no traffic jam at work tomorrow, bet that you will win the lottery at least once.”

Jian Liu understood what he was going to say, smiled for a while and asked, "What do you want me to bet on?"

Rao Xuan said: "You don't want to bet that I'm not influenced by you, but that I really like you?" He made a decision in his heart, this is the last time.If Jian Liu brought up those worries that both the sky and the earth and the heart care about, Rao Xuan would not force him to face his own heart in the future.This may be the first restraint Shi Fangxuan has had in his life.

Jian Liu's eyes were fixed on Rao Xuan's face, his silence was like this quiet night, not cold, but too quiet.

Rao Xuan said alone: ​​"Before today's date is over, you can be presumptuous again. If you don't want to, I will leave."

Jian Liu didn't move, his eyes left Rao Xuan's face, and fell on a random place where Rao Xuan could not be seen.

Rao Xuan sighed slightly and said, "I'm leaving."

He got up and got out of the car, but was suddenly dragged back by Jian Liu, and sat back on the seat heavily.

Jian Liu leaned forward, held Rao Xuan's face, and kissed his lips.The feeling of being kissed is like creamy ice cream melting in the mouth, and the sweet taste gradually melts in the lingering tongue and melts into the heart.

The gentle kiss lasted for a short time, and then became aggressive and wild.This wildness does not come from Rao Xuan, who is always flamboyant and bold, but from Jian Liu, who has always been very serious.It's like a long-awaited item that finally arrives in my arms, and I want to throw away my rationality to occupy it.He pressed almost half of his body on Rao Xuan, clasping Rao Xuan's hands tightly.

Rao Xuan intertwined lips and teeth presumptuously with him, and after a while, a little out of breath, he turned his head and left the other's lips.He took a few breaths of air, smiled suddenly, and said softly: "Mr. Jian's reason cannot withstand provocation, it will collapse."

Jian Liu turned his face back, kissed his nose, and said: "This is the first time in my life that I bet with myself. The bet is everything to me. Don't let me lose."

The 23:59 on the phone, after a long time, still turned into four zeros.

The glowing cake on the table, after hours of solitary admiration, fades with fatigue.That layer of mint blue cream doesn't seem to look bright anymore.

Rong Nuo's Ci book was put aside, and the paper was blown to the corner of the table by the wind, half of it hanging down from the edge of the table.His gaze was fixed on a mint blue with faded brilliance.

Mint blue is Rao Xuan's color, although it is this personal color that he picked up by mistake, but he is just like this color.It is a summer without haze and rainy season that is stored in Rong Nuo's heart, a bottle of soda and salt soda that arouses enthusiasm.A person who fights, scolds, and shows tender concern amidst the scolding.Sometimes it irritates the mouth, sometimes it is sweet, like the throat lozenges that he asked Old Jiang to give him when he caught a cold.

But this cake, full of all meanings, stood alone on this table for six hours after it was born with difficulty, and the candles prepared for it never climbed to its head proudly.

Twelve twenty in the morning.

Rong Nuo propped his forehead, swallowing the unknowingly bitterness that was about to well up in his throat.

He stood up, his slender figure trembling under the lonely lamp.He picked up the cake, walked into the kitchen, and dumped it into the trash can.

Since it's a fake birthday, no one needs to celebrate it.I never thought that there would be someone waiting to celebrate.

Rong Nuo looked at the cake that he had made and killed himself, and said sadly, "It seems that this is where you should be."

There is also cram school today, I have to get up at [-]:[-] in the morning, and I have cramming until [-]:[-] noon, and there is an announcement to catch up.The only leisure time left is gone, and now I need to take a good rest.

He went upstairs and passed Rao Xuan's room.

The door of Rao Xuan's room was open, but there was no one inside.The phone couldn't get through, Xuemi said he was looking for Jianliu.

Maybe calling Jian Liu could find him, but Rong Nuo didn't do it.

There are a lot of things I don't want to do recently, and even fighting with my brothers has become boring.Haiyou asked him if he had reached puberty and faced the pressure of the college entrance examination, and started to learn to hide his thoughts.

He didn't answer Haiyou affirmatively, but said: "I want to talk about some things after I go to college." It's a pity that he was born a few years late, and it would be better if he became an adult sooner.

Brothers say that first love is swallowing a raspberry fruit, and the aftertaste is sweet and sour.This sentence, one day he also understood.Sour, the night of waiting alone, the taste of dark fermentation.Sweet, the cake that was thrown into the trash and no one tasted it.