Bouquet

Suspicion is not a good behavior.

Saribel understood, but couldn't control it.Today, he was helping a friend in the industry and going to an independent theater off Broadway to do makeup for actors. When he came out, he saw Zephyran walking into the most famous jewelry store in the area with a blonde woman.

Both of them were dressed in suits and looked like political and legal elites. It would not be a shame to enter a consumer place of that standard.The doorman weighed the customer's capital, and naturally hurriedly opened the door for the two of them.Adhering to the principle of a gentleman, Zephyrán signaled the lady to go first with one hand, and kept her companion behind without touching her with the other. She was impeccably polite and considerate.

Saribel knows the lover's thoughtfulness best.But the current time, place and people are all suspicious.There are countless jewelry stores of similar grades in Zefeilan's workplace, so it can be said that they are far away from the near ones here;but……

Hiding behind the one-way glass of the coffee shop across the street, Saribel could see clearly: Zephyran asked the clerk to take out the sample, and after asking his girlfriend's opinion, he wore it on his finger.

On the return MRT, Sharibel passed the station without any suspense.

It was a weekday afternoon, and the empty carriage carried him past the transfer point and headed for the countryside all the way.The underground track is followed by the ground. After the carriage climbs up, the image in the glass on the opposite side is replaced by the building wires in an instant, as if a person is engulfed in light, wood and stone.

He is quite suitable.

Among the thousands of thoughts, the only thing Sharibel can be sure of is this sentence.Suitable for that circle of precious metals, suitable for elite consumption, suitable for female companions of the same type as him, suitable for delivering life-long promises, suitable for becoming a husband or even a father.

At the beginning of the relationship, Sharibel felt that this day would come sooner or later: he and Zephyran were too different - different social classes, different levels of education, different job content, hobbies and even social circles, all different.The only thing consistent is gender, but what does that guarantee?Is there someone to accompany you when you go to the toilet?

When the car pulled up, Sharibel looked at the cosmetic box at his feet.

He doesn't believe in any jokes of fate, but the only answer that can explain his intersection with Zephyran seems to be the only one.

Similar to today, it was also on the recommendation of colleagues in the industry that he went to dress some big shot who wanted to enter the political world for a magazine interview.The young staff member who received him and stayed with the big man the whole time was Zephyran.The fit of youth suits can be seen by laymen as a valuable order, let alone Sharibel, who has seen countless people.

Such a young person, in his current position, can know his ability and value without looking at his clothes.

The pride of heaven.A man above all others.

Saribel didn't want to show his cowardice.His profession is defined by himself as an artist.Since you are an artist, being proud of your talents is a standard configuration, so what about the disparity between wealth and status, you must maintain a dismissive attitude towards the powerful.

It's a good plan in my heart, but it's very difficult to execute.The reason is - the young man in front of him is really too good-looking.Whether it is an occupational disease or human nature, Sharibel couldn't help but look at such a person in front of him.

Probably because of being used to being watched, Zephilan did not show any displeasure.He bowed his head and ordered the security personnel to file for Sharibel's background check, and he didn't feel embarrassed when he raised his head and met the other's eyes: "Please forgive me. We must be careful."

Sharibel nodded in understanding, and the young aide immediately started a polite chat: "Of course it's not questioning the credibility of your recommender, it's just a necessary procedure. You must not be used to such cumbersome procedures."

"It's you who are in trouble, not me." Sharibel shrugged indifferently, and then felt that this move really didn't fit the situation.The lobby is clean and bright, and the people coming and going are all in suits and leather shoes. He is the only one in casual attire, like a tourist who came in by mistake to find the bathroom. No wonder no one opened the door for him when he came in.

Zefeilan nodded: "Looking at your resume, you mostly do stage makeup for actors."

Sharibel took what he meant, and it was difficult to judge whether the other party was worried that he would paint the big businessman as a dramatic role, or teased that the procedures for entering the backstage must not be as cumbersome as it is now.While trying to figure out how to answer, Zeffilan continued: "The feeling of watching the actors perform from behind the stage must be very different from sitting under the stage, right?"

The tone did not sound like that of an elite class, but that of a curious child.The difference from expectations made Sharibel laugh: "I work in a lot of theaters, and most of them leave after finishing their work, such as makeup, and the actors can do it themselves. So I really can't say what it is like to watch a performance from the backstage. "

"So it is." Zephylan nodded slightly again, "It's different from what I thought."

"If you want to stay, you can." Sharibel explained, "But the aisle in the theater for the actors to get on and off the stage is not wide, and you can only see the profile of the actors hiding behind the curtain. If you want to see the faces of the actors clearly The back view, I'm afraid you need to hide in the background board at the risk of being discovered by the audience, and pretend to be an oriental ninja."

Zephylan couldn't help but laugh: "Don't tell me you really did it."

"When I first entered the industry." Saribel admitted embarrassingly, without thinking that such an answer might give the young staff the impression that he worked in games. "I thought no one could see it there, but the boxes on the second and third floors...Fortunately, the actors on the spot are all masters of improvisation."

The young man smiled at him: "I'm really curious about the specific situation—this is your temporary access card."

Zefiran handed over a magnetic card with Saribel's ID photo in both hands: "Your tools will be delivered directly after our security personnel check them. Please go up with me first."

He guided Saribel to the gate leading to the elevator, with one hand forward to signal Saribel to swipe the card first, and the other hand behind the other party so as not to touch it.Impeccable courtesy and thoughtfulness.

The car stopped at the station again, and the lights that came on made Sharibel suddenly realize that the MRT had changed from the above-ground line to the underground again.

Where are you sitting now?He is not sure.This line has a long history. There is no automatic station announcement and display screen for the newly planned line, and it depends entirely on the manual announcement of the train conductor.The peak is approaching, and there are more people in the carriage, but there are still vacant seats.Urbanites are used to polite alienation, and no one sits next to him.

This convention is customary, but Zefeilan made an exception completely.

Before the Lord arrived, he, his staff and two security personnel were waiting in the conference room next to the president's office.In the huge transparent space, not only the eyes of the two professionals around him were shining, but even blind spots were monitored by cameras.Rao Sharibel knew that what he was about to face was an important person who would be on the cover of a magazine, and he still had to marvel at his importance again.

"The higher the status, the more enemies you will make." Zefeilan came in with coffee, "Not only those who have conflicts with him, but also the protests of college students who believe that his investment direction will cause harm to the environment, sometimes they are too radical Overwhelming."

Sharibel agreed with this fact, and could not say any words of relief.The mellow coffee must be the product of the combination of the best beans and the hands of professionals.He didn't doubt that the big shot would have a personal Starbucks—let's call it a Starbucks—in one of his office buildings.Classy people certainly have their own way of calling coffee shops.

Zephyran put down the tray and sat next to Saribel.

This move surprised Sharibel a bit.

He sat near the door, while the security guards stood outside the glass curtain wall.According to urban rules, Zephilan should sit at least one seat apart from the other side of the long conference table, not to mention.This will not only make it easier for the two to face each other when exchanging polite small talk, but also prevent misleading messages from being sent.

Sharibel really wanted to misunderstand, but he didn't dare to misunderstand.Before beauty, everyone can dream, but no one is stupid enough to take dreams seriously in broad daylight.

He retreated without any fuss, and Zephilan sat in a well-behaved manner, which can be regarded as a distance that can draw people together without showing alienation.The coffee was only served for the guests, and there was nothing in front of the young man.

Sharibel picked up the cup and took a sip, then put it down without moving.

Seeing it, Zefeilan asked, "Is it not to your taste?"

Saribel waved his hand hurriedly: "No, no. The coffee is great, I wish I could finish it right away. But you also know that in our business, you need to keep your hands steady, and too much coffee/coffee/cause will affect you."

"I owe it to me."

The young man immediately bowed his head and apologized.Sharibel was terrified, and immediately felt that he was hypocritical: "No, how could it be. I'm easily nervous. Before the big shot comes, I can't control my trembling. Drink some coffee, I'm afraid I'm going to tremble. own brand."

Zephyran smiled: "You are so funny. Don't worry, he is not a difficult person, and we all believe in your abilities."

Rao knew that the young man's words were just for the occasion, Sharibel was still a little moved.It is rare for the master in front of him to have no airs about himself, and the compliment before the politeness is a bit touching.

The elevator outside the door rang with a "ding", but Zefeilan didn't get up.Not long after, a security guard handed in Saribel's cosmetic case, Zephylan took it, and didn't hand it to its owner, but put it in front of her, meaning she would carry it for him later.

The MRT stopped at the Science and Technology Museum, and a large number of students who had finished their visit suddenly flooded into the carriages.Sharibel carried the props for making a living from his feet to his knees, and the large four-story cosmetic box could almost cover his sight.

Because it was not a dramatic decoration, the props he brought at that time were not as many as today. It was just a small box with a handle. After opening, there were three layers of compartments that divided the functional areas and items in two directions.After Zephyran's inquiry, he opened the cosmetic box and showed it to the other party.In the eyes of Sharibel, it can be regarded as an unremarkable device, but it has won appreciation from the youth.

"Exquisite." Zefilan looked at the functional area that rose up after Saribel opened the cosmetic box, "There is such a mechanism in the box."

Sharibel immediately raised his hands to show his innocence: "The security personnel have checked it, I didn't hide anything in the agency."

"I didn't hint at anything." Zephyran was amused by him again, coughed, and turned to look at the items in the box.

Due to the sensitivity of this job, Saribel carried unopened high-end products, and the shopping receipts were also handed over to Zefilan when filing for the record, and returned together when collecting commissions.With Sharibel's consent, the young man carefully flipped through the outer packaging of the cosmetics.

"It's good to have a look." Saribel watched the young man's movements, and said old-fashionedly: "I choose the best and most suitable ones. Write down these brands. It won't hurt you when you want to please your girlfriend."

For the two people who met for the first time, this sentence is a bit too close.Zephilan was noncommittal, but replied seriously: "I don't have a girlfriend."

Sharibel still didn't dare to think too much: "Leave it for some time."

The young man didn't answer any more.Sharibel knew that it was beyond the scope of official duties, so he also kept his mouth shut.Just when he felt that the silence at the moment was a little awkward, Zefeilan raised his head, closed the lid of the box with his hands and fastened the buckle: "He's here."

"...The station is here. Passengers who transfer to Line A and Line C, please get off at this station."

The long and vague sound of the train came from the radio, and Sharibel, who was supposed to transfer, was unmoved.Many passengers went down and even more came up.The off-duty rush hour has arrived, and strangers are forced to be intimate in crowded cars.

He doesn't want to go home.

Zephyran had never been vague with him.From being honest about my emotional state when we first met, to every business trip or late return after cohabitation.As long as he asks, the other party will always give him an honest answer.As long as he asks.

Because of this, Sharibel was even more afraid.

He was afraid that he would really ask, he was afraid that the honest Zefeilan would give him an honest answer, and he was even more afraid that the honest Zefeilan would lie to him.A man who has always been honest knows what it means when he tells a lie.He doesn't want to face it.He dare not face it.

When I turn back at the end point, I will change trains.Not for anything else, just to miss the peak.

Sharibel made a simple decision, and at the same time knew in his heart that this was a cowardly escape.What he was prepared for was about to happen, or had already happened. What was he trying to prove by running away?Does not face it mean there is no such thing?It's just self-deception.

three years.Saribel curled up and buried his head deeper behind the huge cosmetic box.For three years he played Zephyrran's lover instead of Saribel.The Saribel who likes to dress herself up as much as she likes to dress up others, the Saribel who doesn't care what others think of her, the domineering and unreasonable drama queen Saribel, has been raped since Zephyran invited him to dinner. He buried it deep.He painted himself with makeup that matched Zephyran like he was wearing it for others, and then in more than 1000 days and nights, he didn't feel safe for a single minute.

In fact, this is my relief.

He thought of the dazzling light on Zephyran's ring finger, and felt that precious and light thing pierced into his heart like a sharp knife, cutting off vitality and extravagant hopes.In the crowded and impenetrable environment, Sharibel believed that even if he really bleeds, the blood can be pressed back into his body; even if he dies now, there are strangers to support his body to prevent him from falling down.And this was the moment he felt the safest in more than 1000 days and nights.

Why are the people closest to me the most insecure?

He couldn't help thinking of everything about Zephyran.His soft hair and sweet sex at midnight, his thoughtfulness and politeness in public and metal-melting heat in private, the extreme contrast between his gentle concern and his determination at work.Everything that Sharibel once owned will be transferred to another person.A person who is more suitable for him, a person who is worth giving his life to, and a person who comes from the same cloud as him.

The pride of heaven.A man above all others.

The relationship between him and him is that the swans who have fallen behind have nowhere to live, and have no choice but to step into the muddy pond.Swans still want to keep company with swans, and swans still want to look for clean ponds. Isn't this a normal thing?Wasn't this something that was expected from the start?Isn't this the reason why he avoided Zephyran's temptation repeatedly at first?

Because I have low self-esteem.

In the noisy carriage, Sharibel sneered at himself like weeping.

TBC