Bouquet

When the MRT arrived at the end, Saribel walked out of the platform, and a message from Zefilan was displayed on his mobile phone: Are you going home for dinner tonight?

He felt an unreal absurdity.

It seemed that time and space were divided into two. While he was convinced that his parting ways with Zephylan had long been a reality, he was still immersed in a dream, and the person in the dream realistically asked him about the whereabouts of his dinner.

Well, let's move on while the scene is still underway.

I ate with the actors.His thumb movement quickly replied: A new cast tonight.Just in case, I'll wait until the curtain call before going back.

Zephylan also quickly wrote back to him: Enjoy the night of the new cast.

What is there to enjoy?Behind the stage, I can only see the profile of the actor. I want to see the overall back. Do you want me to hide behind the background board and be a ninja?

"It's still hard for me to imagine that you're really going to act on the spot." Zefilan put down his glass and said, "You say that the actors are masters of improvisation, and you're not going to give up."

"It's just a matter of adapting to keep my job." Saribel also let go of the wine in his hand and replied.There was a muffled sound when the goblet touched the table, which made him feel extremely embarrassed for a moment.Fortunately, the young man on the opposite side didn't care about it, but just teased him: "From another perspective, you are also very talented in acting."

On this point, Saribel admitted that he saw it very accurately.

Every moment he is in contact with Zephyran, he is performing.His work achievements on his resume are brilliant, but that doesn't represent one ten-thousandth of Sharibel's.His life is far more "colorful" and less public than the stereotyped description on the resume; his daily dress is not what it is now-if he didn't finally find out the suit he wore once when he was just employed, he would definitely Going to bleed a lot for tonight's date.

Could it be... a date, right?

Saribel really wasn't sure.He never beats around the bush when it comes to emotional issues, he judges the other party's intentions within 3 minutes, if he is right, he will do it, and if he is wrong, he will slap his ass and leave. Efficiency is another principle that urbanites never express.If Zefilan's textbook-like courtship and invitation were not out of rare curiosity, the usual Saribel would definitely stand up and taunt the other party in public.

The restaurant Zephilan chose was of a very high grade, the diners and waiters were all soft-spoken, the environment was quiet and...romantic - Sharibel hated himself for having to admit it like this - it was as romantic as a classic movie, he had never Experienced romance.

For a long time, he had never taken his bedmates seriously; likewise, they didn't think much differently from him.It was indeed the first time to be treated so solemnly.

I don't know whether it's out of politeness or sincerity, Zephyran is curious about everything about him: from his background to his career choice, from his life experience to his emotional state.Sharibel can now confirm that the other party's temptation does have his purpose, but it is precisely this obvious purpose that makes him puzzled——Zefilan, one of the closest and most capable officers of the world-renowned big shot, holds a A 26-year-old beautiful young man with a glorious resume from Yale who is close to the top of the world will be interested in an ordinary makeup artist?

Have never experienced emotional impulse in the ivory tower?

Sharibel took a sip of his wine and crossed this possibility in his heart.He could see that day, the big man was surrounded by first-class and outstanding characters, and his looks and talents were probably not inferior to the young man who was eating politely in front of him.He also has a deep understanding of the other party's way of dealing with people, and he is definitely not a bit unsophisticated.

Still curious about the same sex?

It would make sense to say that he had such an impulse in his youth.If it is said that people want to take risks even when they grow up, others may think that it is possible, but Zephilan - he has seen the other party's cautiousness in work, and he doesn't think that a little curiosity can make him gamble his future and the fate of that big man. It's safe to try dating someone of the same sex.Besides, why must it be me?There are a lot of young talents with similar backgrounds in this international metropolis.

Could it be because he likes me?

This idea was pushed down by Saribel before it came to the fore.The impossible is the most impossible, and even the second guess is far closer to the truth than the current one.Appearance - Sharibel knows that he is not ugly, but he has seen too many actors and celebrities, and he doesn't feel how good-looking he is; talent - what is worthy of the admiration of the people in front of him; experience - come on, it's just that the other party is four years older, I am afraid that the loan he is taking now can be paid off with the other party's salary in one day.

Just pretend that both sides are playing, just pretend that I'm here to meet the world.

A little wine is far from intoxicating the battle-tested Saribel, but the experience of having dinner with Zephyran made him a little elated.How could he not feel flattered?If you can get along well with the other party, you can be regarded as a guarantee for a generous entrustment in the future.Before that, everything that happened tonight had greatly satisfied his vanity.

Mathilde borrowed the diamond necklace, which shined for one night, and it was worth spending her youth to pay off the debt afterwards.At least she had that one night.

What's more, this "diamond necklace" is not a fake, but genuine.

only……

What is borrowed does not belong to oneself after all; what is borrowed must be returned in the end.He has worn this "necklace" for three years, and it has been fused into flesh and blood. Now it needs to be picked out from the flesh and blood to return it.

Saribel sat on the makeup box in a daze.

He lied first, and now, in order to fulfill the lie, he has to wait until the time has reached when there is no room for doubt about what he said to Zephyran before going home.Go back to Zephyran's house.

Where else can I go but go back.

Now he wants to change his metaphor.Zephyran is not a swan, but a whirlpool; he is not a muddy pond, but an origami boat that is put into the water.Just because of the vortex, the boat was involuntarily sucked into the bottom of the water.What's wrong with swirls?The vortex does not appear to roll the boat, resentment is the boat that allows oneself to approach the vortex.

But where did the boat go wrong?

It has no will and the ability to resist.It's just a piece of paper, how can it resist the powerful attraction of the vortex?He wants to resist, which means that no one wants to die.But when the number of lives is up, the life limit is up, and everyone has to die.force majeure.You don't have to go to Yale to understand.

He wanted to regret, but refused to regret.

Admit it, I was just distraught, I just really thought for a split second that it was possible that maybe the whirlpool took the boat away because he liked boats.But no, whatever you put in it, whether it’s a boat, a duck, a goose, or an otter, will be swept away by the vortex.He doesn't even have to mess with anyone, who can't help but get close to him?The intoxicating Fibonacci sequence, the abyss of curiosity, anyone will fall into it.

Anyone can, let alone me.

After dinner, at the time of parting, Zephyran really kissed him just like the development of the movie before he got into the taxi. He didn't think the other party was funny at all, but he was full of love and pity for the other party and himself in a rare way.How could there be such a lovely person, how could there be such a pitiful self.Because of a kiss, he was full of joy, because of a kiss, he was anxious, because of a kiss, he even wanted to go back to his childhood and study hard-how dare he expect so much, how worthy of it.The mud couldn't even stick to the wall, but now it has the audacity to stain the swan's white feathers and stick to its wings.What if it can no longer fly into the sky?What if it can no longer embrace the sky?Can I be responsible for myself?Is it useful to be responsible for yourself?

wishful thinking.Overreaching.Look in the mirror.

"…I'm sorry. I offended."

Zephyran didn't receive a response from Saribel, and took a step back in panic, bowing her head and admitting her mistake.

Sharibel felt his heart was being torn apart.

What are you apologizing for?Why are you bowing your head?You might as well kill me on the spot.

He waved off the taxi, dragged the handsome and beautiful young man into a dark alley, pressed him against the wall, and kissed him brutally.

You asked for it.he thinks.You really asked for it.What will happen to someone like you, and someone like me?Is your top brain going to keep you from seeing it?I can see it all.I can fucking see it all.You can see it clearly.

But he couldn't let go.

Fingers pulled out Zephyran's expensive shirt, the weight of his body pressed him against the masonry, and he didn't hesitate to stain his custom-made suit.Because he asked for it, he rushed forward to ask for this guilt.I graciously satisfy him.

Zephyran endured Saribel's attack, and his hands crossed the barrier of the suit jacket, and pressed on the opponent's waist.Ridiculous.Both sides are decorated in a high-sounding way, and in the end, it is not about putting aside all the gorgeous appearances to explore the most rooted desire of human beings.

It was supposed to be just about that stuff.That's all it should be.

Sharibel clasped his hands together, resting his forehead on the clenched hands.Not praying, but covering my face from strangers coming and going on the platform.

It was me who was stuck in it, so who else could I blame now except myself.

When he finally got home, Zephyran was pushing a small suitcase from the bedroom into the living room.

His blood immediately turned cold.

The other party still welcomed him home with a caring attitude: "Thank you for your hard work. How is the performance of the new cast?"

"Very good. Especially the one who sang the heroine. Although she is a newcomer, her performance is amazing..."

He stood in the porch, his mind had been frozen, but his spirit and body were blatantly lying under the guise of placing a cosmetic box.

"I also pay attention to her." Zefeilan put the suitcase away, stood up straight and said, "Since you said so, we must go to the scene to see her progress some other day."

Another day we...

Sharibel seemed to be stabbed by an invisible gun, took a step back and leaned against the door, and abruptly changed the subject: "Why did you pack your luggage?"

"Business trip tomorrow." Zefilan felt strange, "It was settled two weeks ago. Didn't I tell you..."

Maybe, maybe not.Saribel's brain is not a computer, and he cannot go back to the past to find out whether it is poor memory or bad communication.

Zefeilan looked at Saribel who was stunned: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Like a conditioned reflex, he immediately yelled, "Another day...no problem...the current cast will sing at least until July next year. What's your arrangement?"

"Before July next year, no matter what, I can spare one night." Zefeilan looked at him and shrugged mischievously, "Look at tonight, I will leave work early."

Sharibel felt his lips numb: "I don't have time tonight."

"It's still early." Zefilan gestured to the wall clock, "It's 3 minutes to 11:30."

Now he really wants to cry.

Please stop talking.Please don't give me hope again.Don't even ruin my knowledge of you.How is this possible?Going to choose a ring with a woman in the daytime, and hinting at me at night?Zephyran is not like this, Zephyran never teases others.

"Are you going to stand there until tomorrow?"

Zephyran walked over barefoot and knelt down on one knee to untie his shoelaces.At that moment, he really choked up.

His lover straightened up and hugged him suspiciously: "You are very wrong today."

"It's all because the master sang too provocatively."

He was still lying, with his head resting on the shoulder of his treasure, and he was uttering false words with dignity.God knows how much pain he felt in his heart. The sea of ​​blood blocked by strangers during the peak period filled the clean living room in an instant.The timing is just right, as long as he asks, the honest Zephyran will definitely give him the answer.Just ask him, "How was your day?" will do.Let the guillotine of death penalty fall quickly.

"Is it really that good?"

Zephyran rubbed his back, kissed his cheek and neck softly: "Let you become like this. Should I be angry or expect it."

I also want to ask the same question.Should I be angry or should I look forward to it.

About today, Zephyran has not said anything yet.Not telling doesn't mean lying, and the only one lying now is himself.The person in her arms is so beautiful and kind, it's the first prize, worth nothing.But he understands that what is borrowed is borrowed after all, and the lottery ticket he used to redeem the prize is not in his name on the purchase receipt.

"It's a love story..."

He choked up and continued to make up nonsense, allowing his lover to kiss and comfort him.He smashed and smashed, and even wanted to act like a baby with the sadness in his heart.Really, I already knew that he would not belong to me, so why just spend it day by day?What was the cautiousness before?What was the presumptuousness before?You jumped in by yourself, you dragged me into the water, you asked for it.You obviously asked for it...

And I asked for it.

"The protagonist can't wait...he is too different from her...he has no choice..."

He's not talking about the musical in a lie, but about himself.The protagonist confides his heart to another protagonist secretly, in exchange for the other protagonist's sympathy for him.Sympathy is not love, he does not deserve love, love can only exist between two people of equal status.To Zephyran, he only dared to admit pity and curiosity to him. Curiosity should have been exhausted after three years.So can you tie him with mercy?Kneeling down and begging, crying bitterly, can you keep him who has made up his mind?Even if he can keep it, is he really willing to do it?

No.

I do not want to.Please save me some self-respect.

Don't even take the last of me with me.I gave you everything, I can give you everything, leave me a little in the end.Keep a little bit of things that Saribel can continue to live as Saribel even if she leaves you.

He begged in his heart, but he still couldn't push the person in his arms away with all his strength, just like after the first dinner date.

TBC