sequel

Zhuang Yufan didn't say anything more, neither did Wang Jingchen, and the two returned home in silence.The blood in Zhuang Yufan's heart had cooled down, he thought, the opening conversation was very unpleasant, and it's not suitable to confess his feelings.

The windows of the house are open, and on the window sill of the living room there are cactus brought by Wang Jingchen from his hometown.Zhuang Yufan remembered that when Wang Jingchen brought the cactus, he still said there: "This plant is like you. It is piercing and has tenacious vitality."

Zhuang Yufan touched the fluffy thorns on it with his hands, and thought: "I treat you like this, softly, and prick you symbolically."

In the kitchen, Wang Jingchen is preparing a simple dinner for two people.Now his cooking skills are getting better and better, and he can prepare more than a dozen dishes in different ways.Zhuang Yufan's stomach unexpectedly fell in love with Wang Jingchen's craftsmanship with empathy, and he was served obediently.

Zhuang Yufan stood for a while, feeling thirsty, went to the kettle to drink water, but found it was empty.He remembered that there were several bottles of fruit juice that Wang Jingchen put in the refrigerator a few days ago, with a string of foreign words on it, he opened a bottle without reading, and drank while reading.

As a result, something went wrong.

Wang Jingchen prepared the food downstairs, but he yelled upstairs several times but did not hear Zhuang Yufan's answer, worried that he would fall asleep.It's not impossible, Zhuang Yufan didn't sleep very well recently, he only slept for four or five hours, and his dark circles were as thick as the smoky makeup that is popular nowadays.

Wang Jingchen shook his head: Everyone only saw Zhuang Yufan's top ranking, but couldn't see the hard work and hard work behind him.

Thinking of it this way, I felt a soreness in my heart.The pain is still mostly, it is distressed.

Wang Jingchen went upstairs lightly. The second floor was basically their activity space. In the past, Zhuang Yufan didn't care about the living environment, and he didn't care about having more tables or changing the curtains. Well, he knew that it would be impossible for Zhuang Yufan to create a comfortable and comfortable environment, so he changed the fake flowers himself, and added a bunch of green radishes by the French windows. He took care of people and plants with the same care. Thousands of green silk ribbons hung down and fluttered, and the flowering period of the two pots of tulips had passed, and the flowers were cut off by Wang Jingchen and clipped in the dictionary of the two of them, so there were only two clumps of lush and thick green leaves left.Hyacinth is the most planted one. Wang Jingchen planted five pots in the aisle, three or four plants in each pot, and they bloomed together in February last year. It is really a colorful aisle.

Zhuang Yufan remembered clearly that it was the Chinese New Year at that time, and before Wang Jingchen packed his clothes and went home, he told him several times how to take care of his flowers, and there was not a single word in the pile of words that worried Zhuang Yufan.

So after he left, Zhuang Yufan stood in the aisle and thought sadly: I'm not as good as these potted flowers.He intended to kill them, but held back.

Wang Jingchen would call every few days to ask if the flowers had bloomed. Until Zhuang Yufan said it was open, Wang Jingchen asked him to take pictures. The joyful voice made Zhuang Yufan so soft that he took as many pictures as he asked.Camera film was not common at that time, Zhuang Yufan had to use his small coffers to buy the film back.When Zhuang Yufan went to Zhuang Manxue's house to pay New Year's greetings, he brought Wang Jingchen a thick stack of photos, all of which were Wang Jingchen's flowers.

At that time, Zhuang Yufan thought about it, didn't he dislike making phone calls?Could it be... He actually missed me too, and found an excuse to call me?

This conjecture was so beautiful that it made him laugh in his heart for several days.

Once the flowering period was over, Zhuang Yufan pointed to that row and said, "It's all male, they won't bloom anymore."

This sentence caused Wang Jingchen to chase after him fiercely and scratch his itch.

When Wang Jingchen pushed the door open, it seemed that a door had been pushed open in his heart, and he found out in his heart: Why are Yufan and I different from me and other boys?

Wang Jingchen secretly wiped the sweat from his palms on his pants.He has entered Zhuang Yufan's room many times, and for some reason he was a little nervous this time.

It seemed as if something was about to happen, as if the air was becoming manic.

Sometimes people have to trust their own hunches, which sounds miraculous and has something mysterious and mysterious in it.When Wang Jingchen recalled it later, he felt an indescribable feeling in his heart: If he had believed his premonition at that time and withdrew, would something have happened later?

But for fate, it's a bit ironic if you think about "if then".Everything started like dominoes falling, and the subsequent chain reaction was pre-set, and there were already traces to follow in the dark.

Wang Jingchen saw Zhuang Yufan lying on the bed with his arms across his forehead, covering his eyes.One leg was bent, and the other naturally fell to the floor. The long-armed and long-legged Zhuang Yufan still had a vague fruity scent.

"Yufan?" Wang Jingchen pushed him beside his bed.

Zhuang Yufan seemed to snort, his voice was very low, his lips were bright red, he exhaled slightly, and murmured inaudibly: "Hot..."

"What?" Wang Jingchen lay down on his knees and listened to what he said. Seen from behind, Wang Jingchen was lying on his body.

Zhuang Yufan still had his eyes closed, but his arms slipped off, pulling at his collar, revealing scars that had turned red from the heat.

Wang Jingchen also saw those scars, he didn't think they were ugly, and couldn't look away for a moment.He took a deep breath, and put his hand on his forehead: "It's not burning." When he was about to get up, he smelled the faint smell of alcohol on Zhuang Yufan's lips, and suddenly changed his voice: "Did you drink the wine from the refrigerator?"

Zhuang Yufan was drunk for the first time, he was in a daze and just wanted to sleep, but there was always someone making noise, a voice kept talking in his ear, the damn thing is that this noise maker seems to be the same as Wang Jingchen, with the same temperature , the same touch, the same breath, and the same smell on the body, Zhuang Yufan opened his eyes slightly, and the person covering him with his arms really looks the same as Wang Jingchen.

He suddenly stretched out his hands, put them on Wang Jingchen's shoulders, hung Wang Jingchen's neck and pulled him down: "Jingchen, I like you, I like you the most..."

Wang Jingchen was stunned by this sudden movement, he didn't understand what it was for, and then he felt two warm lips sticking to his own lips, with the unique fruity aroma of that wine, passed The breath and the pushing of the tip of the tongue were sent to his mouth.

Wang Jingchen was stunned for ten seconds.During these ten seconds, he didn't know that his heart was about to burst into his chest, he didn't know that the blood in his whole body was boiling hot to melt him, he didn't know that tears were forced out of his eyes.

Zhuang Yufan rubbed the back of his head with one palm, and rubbed the thin clothes with the other hand back and forth. He still felt that it was not enough, as if the clothes were the biggest barrier between two people's intimacy. He lifted up the hem of Wang Jingchen's clothes irritably, When he was so drunk that he couldn't find the north, he was able to get his head into his clothes accurately!

The moment his lips parted, Wang Jingchen's consciousness suddenly became clear. He wiped his mouth and angrily wanted to kick Zhuang Yufan a few times before turning and leaving.Because he felt that Zhuang Yufan regarded him as a woman!But he couldn't kick or turn around and left. Zhuang Yufan got into his clothes and gnawed on the skin of his upper body like a puppy.

I don't know where Zhuang Xiaogou gnawed, Wang Jingchen yelled, he simply took off his clothes, and took a lot of effort to lift Zhuang Yufan up and sit down, he was angry and ashamed: "If you weren't drunk, I would I can beat you!"

Zhuang Yufan sat staggeringly across from him, finally opened his eyes and took a look at him, focused for a moment, tears welled up for some reason.The eye circles of a pair of peach blossoms are red, like the brilliant peach blossoms in full bloom shaking off the rain all night.

Wang Jingchen's heart softened suddenly.

He went to wipe the tears off Zhuang Yufan's face, and as soon as his hand touched the other's face, Zhuang Yufan turned his head and fell on the pillow.

Wang Jingchen thought, what kind of temper is this?

He put on his clothes again, patted Zhuang Yufan's shoulder, and found that the man didn't care about him, and he was indeed tired, so he sighed, feeling powerless as if his fist was hitting the cotton, he slowly Go downstairs slowly.

After Wang Jingchen went out, the person pretending to be asleep on the bed opened his eyes, half of his drunkenness had disappeared, when Wang Jingchen raised his hand to touch his face.

So hot and so familiar with the temperature and palm prints.

Zhuang Yufan licked his tongue, feeling that his lips seemed to be still hot, and there was still a clear touch on his lips that had never been rubbed by anyone.He wiped his face with his hands, feeling so sad that he couldn't say a word, feeling that he had messed up the matter again, and it was so messed up that it couldn't be messed up anymore, it was too messy, and he couldn't spell it out.

Wang Jingchen finished eating by himself, put Zhuang Yufan's share in the thermos bucket, washed and tidied up everything, then stood at the stairs and looked up, listening to the movement above.

Still no movement.

Wang Jingchen felt that he had indulged Zhuang Yufan, even if he suddenly...kissed himself today, he didn't lose his temper.In the past, he would be furious, kick him, and ignore him for many days, but today's unexpected kiss and the phrase "I like you the most" made his heart tremble for a long time.

What does it feel like to be throbbing?Is that all?