Bouquet

Sharibel grabbed his props and kicked open the door of a semi-basement.

Behind him, Adelphiel leaned against the wall and sneered, "Why bother with your property."

He had puns in his words, and Sharibel was too lazy to talk to him quickly.He's tired and hungry--he didn't even bother to find something to fill his belly after lying last night, and Saturday's theater is double-screening until he finally arrives--or back to his The real estate here is already approaching zero again.

Adelphier's life pattern is similar to his, and this moment is the time when he is most energetic.This handsome boy has a kind of meanness to him that is quite different from his appearance, and he almost wants to seize all the time to hurt his half-peer, current landlord, potential murderer, and real heartbreaker who is almost a round ahead of him.

"If you say one more word, go to the street and talk to the homeless..."

Sharibel gritted his teeth, and from the corner of his eyes, he saw that the bedding in the room was complete. Knowing that this year-end friend still cared about him, he could only swallow the words again.

"I'm not a homeless person anymore? It's just a matter of what's inside and outside the wall. You're still half buried in the soil here. Let's see who can run fast when the water hits."

Adelphiel kicked the door behind Sharibel, and sat unceremoniously on the only chair in the room: "Honestly, I can't figure it out. Since he won't be coming home for a while, what's the point of you running back?" Meaning. Do you think that the other party can’t find you, so you’ll quit work and hijack a plane to search for someone thousands of miles away? The so-called verification of sincerity? Ha, the most vulgar romantic novels dare not write like this, politically sensitive.”

"I need to think differently."

"Thinking, or preparing to be thrown out so that you won't be homeless?" The pretty boy raised an eyebrow, "I'm listening to you, that guy's good news is coming; and you, you've also finished your parting shot—— "

"Go out and buy wine." Sharibel kicked his chair, "Otherwise I'll increase your rent."

Adelphie jumped up and pulled out a box of vodka directly from under the bed: "It's all ready, Mr. Landlord."

Saribel looked at him, and the boy shrugged: "When you have an alcoholic father, this kind of wink naturally develops."

No matter how much I emphasize my ups and downs, the native urbanites have lost out to the Midwesterners in fact.What's more, the other party has just reached the beginning of his 20s, and his liver function is in full swing.

Sharibel leaned on the bed with the bottle in his arms: "Your way of drinking..."

"It's the most efficient way to drink for you."

Adelphier spoke calmly, holding the bottomed 750ml Smirnoff in his hand as easily as holding a wine glass.His hands are large for his face and height, roughly capable of grabbing a basketball with little effort.

"Efficient..." Sharibel pressed his forehead with one hand, "I said, I want to think..."

"No, you don't need to."

The boy said in an experienced way that was not affected by strong alcohol: "Believe me, you can't think of anything. Or, it's useless to think about it. At this time, just drink it and pass out." .”

"...makes sense..."

He thought about today from last night, just like what Adelphier said, he didn't think about anything.If it is said that Zephilan's betrayal is already a fact, and the other party is the one who made a mistake and needs to be blamed, what does it mean?

It shows that Saribel himself has expectations for this relationship, and it also shows Saribel's betrayal—a betrayal of the way of life he insisted on before.What makes things even more confusing is that the him that Zephyran associates with is not the real him; the real him will not be so distressed and troubled by the end of a relationship.

So who is to blame in the end?

If it was the original Saribel who was very different from Zephilan from the beginning, there would be no way to talk about the relationship, and today's betrayal is naturally nonsense; Isn't the self in the relationship also charged with deception?

In the end, it looks like both sides are dead wrong, and both sides are as innocent as ever.

He lay on his side, half asleep, his mind in a mess.Zephyran hugged him from behind, and seemed to be sleeping uncomfortable.The young staff member is going to the West Bank today, a six-hour flight... After the rape last night, this journey is not destined to be pleasant.

There is still warmth in his heart, and there is still a lot, enough to make him turn over, apologize again under the pretense of sleep talk, take the other party into his arms, and comfort him like he comforts himself.But there is also a lot of hate, enough to make him turn over and put his hand on the other party's neck again.

In the end, he compromised and didn't turn over. He just covered Zefeilan's hand and stroked his ring finger—a slender, slender ring finger that looked so good when he put on the ring.If the ownership can be declared by the ring, now he puts a ring on the ring finger of a can, does it count as seizing the high ground?Or—is it a more effective measure to chop off this finger so that he can no longer place the precious metal artifact?Or, if, just if, if he offered him the chakra that was given too much meaning by the world earlier than that woman, whether...

Oh, sweet dream.

Saribel fell into a light sleep here.

In the dream he was a little more presentable, at least he took the silver ring instead of the can to ask that question.Zephyran looked at him gently on one knee, and politely listed ten reasons for rejecting him.Those beautifully shaped lips finally uttered the fatal words: The point is, I don't love you, Saribel.

He twitched violently, waking up from a dream that didn't last long.Zephyran's hand had already switched positions with his, and his fingers were tightly clasped between his fingers, breathing steadily, apparently finally overcome the physical discomfort and entered a deep sleep.

Sharibel also closed his eyes again, not wanting the cruel dream to continue, and not daring to think about it anymore.

Then think of something else.

In fact, if it was with him, the extramarital affair might not be so difficult to accept.Zefeilan will definitely not be that person's staff for the rest of his life. After his wings are full, he will be the next legend of this city.Marriage, political capital, political marriage... is also a possibility.If he wants to expand his camp, he naturally needs someone who is as outstanding as himself.At that time, Zefeilan was interviewed by a magazine, he went to do his makeup, and then... ha, if it wasn't for the beginning, it is hard to guarantee that this is not another way for the two of them.

He fell asleep again.Zephyran in the dream is no longer the clean and beautiful young man beside him, but has become more handsome and dignified, and he can no longer find the deceptive, fresh graduate student's personality The sense of ignorance and academic atmosphere.The middle-aged Zefeilan sat in the conference room surrounded by glass curtain walls. At the other end of the long table, he asked him to dress himself for magazine photos in a businesslike manner.

No coffee, no pleasantries, no awkward temptations.Yes, they are no longer young, so naturally there is no reason to start.With a loving wife and loving son, he is full of ambitions. He doesn't need to risk himself and his empire for the sake of momentary pleasure.What's more, he also has the same excellent staff as Zefeilan back then...

He felt a piercing pain, but he couldn't wake up.

Dreams seem real.

The middle-aged man carried a small cosmetic case, as if dragging a heavy luggage, and walked back to his home step by step—his own home, the semi-basement.Many rooms were rented out to students and young people who came to the city to make a living, and he occupied one of them, living in the midst of clumps of vitality, like a rotten deep pool.

He loves no one, and no one loves him.

This time, he left the tragic dream gratefully because of the slight movement in the room.

In his light sleep, he turned over and saw that there was no one on the other side of the bed: Zephilan had already woken up and was rustling in his clothes.

Sharibel didn't move, didn't make a sound, and closed his eyes again.The blockade of one sense makes the other senses more sensitive, and he can even tell which layer Zephyran has worn.After everything was completed, he heard the other party stop and go indoors.

He thought for a while, and realized that Zefeilan was picking up the button of the pajamas that he dragged away last night.

One of the buttons should have rolled to the bottom of the bed.Zephyran bent down to take a look, but instead of stretching out his arms to reach it, he stood up and stood behind Sharibel for a long time.

Saribel, who closed his eyes, tried his best to fake the scene of him sleeping deeply, and even he himself didn't understand why he did so.Wouldn't it be better if he was awake, he could kiss goodbye to the lover he wouldn't see for a week.

Oh kiss goodbye.

This is the fear that comes from instinct, and he chooses to refuse before he even realizes what this action means.Refuse to say goodbye, because the period of this farewell may not be a week, but a lifetime.

He heard Zephyran sigh, and then felt the quilt pulled over his shoulders, fingers running through his hair, a kiss pressed to the temple.

Zephyran didn't say goodbye.He suppressed the sound he made to the minimum, and walked out quietly as if afraid of disturbing Saribel's sleep, and closed the bedroom door.The suitcase was moved out last night, and the other party was so thoughtful that he chose to carry it because he was afraid that the wheels would make noise on the floor.

With a "click", the door closed.

Saribel didn't get up.

Zephyran's apartment is expensive to rent, and like its owner, it is built in the clouds, away from the hustle and bustle of the surface.He couldn't hear the elevator going up and down, or the engine of the car delivering the plane.He was afraid that Zefeilan would turn back suddenly to honor the farewell that had not been realized in time.So he kept turning sideways, opening his eyes and looking at the position where Zeffilan had slept.

When the minute hand made a complete circle, Sharibel jumped up, ignoring the lack of sleep and the dizziness caused by the sudden movement, he scrambled and grabbed the buttons under the bed, washed and dressed like a whirlwind, and pulled the working tools without leaving his head. He ran out of the place where he lived for two years.

Now, just like in a dream, he dragged the cosmetic box back to his home where he had been away for a long time, holding half a bottle of spirits in his arms, his eyes were confused, and he looked over the boy who was sitting on the chair to the imaginary future separated from Zephilan.

"Your thinking is actually just a list of reasons to persuade yourself to accept the reality. Those are excuses, regrets, self-loathing, in short, useless things."

Adelphiel's voice seemed to come from far away: "Now you have no way to think, speak your true heart."

Saribel laughed: "little thing, why do you want to know."

"Use it to blackmail you and ask you to reduce my rent." Adelphier said, and he carefully put the empty wine bottle aside, "Maybe he thinks you are annoying and wants you to go back to his cloud as soon as possible." In the middle of the castle. You have climbed up to the upper class, what are you doing back to the grave, to experience life? Is it enviable? If so, you have succeeded."

"Fart, you're not jealous at all." Sharibel flicked the vodka dangling in his hand, "You didn't come here for the fuck. Baby, if you want it, there are plenty of opportunities."

"Yeah." The boy folded his arms on the back of the chair, resting his chin on his arms, "but you are the one who farts. I'm jealous, so jealous that I want to hit you with a wine bottle. I don't know what to do. Come here to moan without illness. Don’t you just want someone to take care of you, I did, who the hell cares about me? You have slept with him for three years, how about me? "

Saribel's eyes were a little straight: "Huh? Don't tell me you like him too?"

"It seems that you really don't have the ability to think." Adelphiel got up and snatched the crumbling wine bottle from his hand, "I don't even know your name."

"I'm tight-lipped."

"He told you to hide this relationship?"

Sharibel tilted his head and thought hard: "...No."

"Have you questioned him face to face why he bought the ring without telling you?"

Saribel shook his head: "No."

"Do you fucking dare to ask him?"

"I don't dare!"

Saribel roared, his head buzzing from the shock of his own voice.

Adelphiel yelled louder than him, and it was indeed a good material for going on stage in the future: "Why the hell don't you dare?"

It was midnight, and sure enough there was a knock on the wall next door.

"Be careful that your landlord asks you to go out and sleep on the street." Adelphiel replied unceremoniously, sitting next to Saribel: "What do you think of me?"

Sharibel was so frightened by his words that he regained consciousness: "What...how?"

The boy held the bottle and shrugged: "I offer it, do you want it?"

"……I don't understand you."

"Come on, senior."

Adelphiel sneered, leaned against the wall, and poured the half bottle of wine he had snatched from Saribel into his mouth, "You are not the most experienced in this kind of thing. Your deeds can still be heard from time to time in the background .Everyone said you changed your mind, and now you say that is your true self. Well, I offer, do you want the real Sharibel?"

"I--"

"Think about it." The boy tempted, "Your partner has made other arrangements, and you are now free. Anyway, it's - according to you - a relationship maintained by pretense, and God knows how you can maintain it Long time. God, if I can act like you... Anyway, it's over, come on."

He rubbed forward, and Saribel stepped back greatly: "Adair, you drank too much."

"Fart." Adelphiel shook the bottle in his hand, "Do you think I look like you?"

He did look very sober, but what he said greatly violated Sharibel's perception of him.Fortunately, Adelphiel did not continue to approach him.The boy sat back in his seat, looking at the place where the wall meets the ceiling.

"Is he good-looking?"

After a few seconds, Sharibel realized that Adelphiel was asking Zefilan: "It looks good."

"I'm pretty too."

Saribel nodded, and this action made his eyes tremble again.

"Your face can be used as a credit card." The boy showed a bright smile, "Really. But not all places accept card payment. Where it is not accepted, you can't force yourself into it, because it doesn't matter if you stuff it in." Use. You have what he wants; you want to give it to him, but he can’t accept it. Cash and numbers are one thing and not one thing. Isn’t it funny?”

"...Is this talking about me?"

"It's my business. It's yours too."

Adelphie kicked off his shoes, wrapped his arms around his knees, and put the wine bottle between his cheeks and arms: "He is good-looking, and so am I; he offers it, and I offer it. It's equivalent, but when it comes to me, you don't want it. Because of what? I have a card, yours is cash. You only accept cash. Where I want to pay, not only do they not accept credit cards, they accept... Haha, they don’t accept the same currency.”

Sharibel thumped his head with the edge of his palm, vaguely grasping some clues in his words.

"You don't dare to ask. I don't even dare to know about him. You can get drunk, but I can't get drunk. Regardless of his process, you have three years. I don't have a minute or a second. Now you condescend Gui, come down from the castle in the clouds to mourn. Tell yourself, should I really hit you with a wine bottle?"

"...how is it now, taking turns complaining?"

"No turns. Because you are not bitter at all. You just need to ask him, and everything can be resolved. If it is a misunderstanding, you are afraid that your shitty self will not be liked by him, just right, everyone belongs to you; if it is Really, it's fine, anyway, you are afraid that he will find out that you have lied to him, so there is nothing wrong with breaking with him."

"Don't understand yet?" The boy continued in a tone of hatred for iron and steel: "It doesn't matter whether he is true or not, your choice will determine the outcome."

He stared at Saribel closely: "Without this, would you take the initiative to leave him because you miss your old life?"

Before Sharibel could respond, the boy sneered: "You confiscated my card just now."

"Now tell me, why are you afraid to ask him?"

TBC