sweet anthology

Xing Qian has just returned to China for two days, and he still doesn't know how to use domestic taxi-hailing software. He just stood at the intersection and planned to hail a taxi, but the empty taxis would not stop.

Before Su Ming came, he had been standing at the intersection for 10 minutes.God knows, when he saw Su Ming, he felt that his life was really on the hook.

"Where are you going?" Su Ming asked him.

"W Hotel."

"Just on the way, you come up." Su Ming pointed to the co-pilot, "Sit in front."

Xing Qian withdrew his hand that was about to open the back door.

There were two big bags on the back seat, Xing Qian was anxious to start a conversation, and decided to start from here: "Where are you going?"

"go home."

"Go home? Are you not staying?"

"Well, move outside."

"Oh..." Moved outside, where did you move, did you live with your boyfriend?Xing Qian has a lot to ask, but he doesn't know where to start.

"When did you come back?" Su Ming lowered his eyes.

"Two days ago, is it convenient to leave a phone number?" Xing Qian handed over the phone, "I will contact you later."

Su Ming entered his mobile phone number: "Let's have a meal together another day, I invite you."

"it is good."

W Hotel arrived soon, Xing Qian got off the car, hesitated for a few seconds before closing the door, and finally asked the question he wanted to ask the most: "Su Ming, are you... single now?"

Su Ming raised a smile: "No, I have a boyfriend."

To the current Su Ming, Xing Qian is just an old friend.

But for Xing Qian, Su Ming was still the boy who only smiled at himself in his memory. He couldn't be reconciled to the boy being taken away, and he was so bored that he wandered aimlessly in the street.

When Yan Ziqi returned home, Su Ming's suitcase was still spread out on the floor. He had just hung up his clothes, and he didn't know where to put the quilts. They were all piled up on the sofa.

Yan Ziqi put down his bag, picked up three stacks of quilts, and put them into the storage room one by one.

"Let's put these on the floor of the study first," Yan Ziqi pointed to the large and small bags of books, "I'll deal with them tomorrow."

"It's better to sell it as a waste product." Su Ming vented his anger when he saw the professional book, reviewing it was too hard.

"hungry?"

"Your little sun is starving to death," Su Ming hung on Yan Ziqi, "I haven't eaten lunch yet, I want to eat Hainanese chicken rice."

Yan Ziqi hugged him and opened the door: "Let's go."

Hainan Chicken Rice is at W Square, Su Ming asked Yan Ziqi to carry him on the pretext of being hungry, Yan Ziqi agreed, and went to a convenience store on the way, bought a hot sandwich, and asked Su Ming to pad his stomach first.

Su Ming took a bite by himself and fed Yan Ziqi a bite. During the ten-minute journey, the two shared a sandwich, and Su Ming's feet never touched the ground.

After dinner, Yan Ziqi jokingly wanted to carry Su Ming back.

"I'm overweight now." Su Ming put his hands into Yan Ziqi's coat, "Let's go back."

"Wait a minute first." Yan Ziqi stretched out his hand and pulled up Su Ming's scarf to cover his entire chin, then retracted his pocket and held Su Ming's hand, "Let's go."

"Senior?" A hesitant voice came from behind.

Yan Ziqi thumped, and Su Ming beside him had already turned around, and asked in surprise, "Xing Qian?"

"Su Ming??" Xing Qian strode up to the two of them, "You..."

He saw Su Ming put his hand in Yan Ziqi's pocket, and a fool could guess what happened in the pocket.

"This is my boyfriend Yan Ziqi." Su Mingchao Xing Qian introduced.

Boyfriend, boyfriend, Xing Qian clenched his fists in front of Yan Ziqi, trembling slightly, his eyes were so angry that he spit fire.

"Xing Qian, what's wrong with you?" Su Ming felt that the atmosphere was not right.

"Ask him!" Xing Qian yelled in the crowded street, veins popping up in his hands.

"I'm sorry." Yan Ziqi said lightly.

"I'm sorry, can I just be sorry? Ah? Yan Ziqi, you are my senior, how can you do such a thing as stealing love?"

"Senior? Take love with a sword?" Su Ming was confused, "You guys know each other? Hey, what are you doing?"

Xing Qian grabbed Su Ming's arm and dragged him to his side: "Yan Ziqi is a villain, he didn't tell you, he is my direct senior, we have known each other for two years, he will know you Also because of me."

Su Ming turned cold: "What's going on?"

"What's the matter? Hehe," Xing Qian sneered, "I told him many times in France that I liked you, and I told him a lot about you. I thought he would be a gentleman, but I didn't expect him to hide it when he returned home. I'm chasing you. Is this kind of liking a real liking, or is it an obsession with the Su Ming I'm talking about?"

"Senior, didn't you say so?" Xing Qian was aggressive, "You didn't tell Su Ming that I was the junior who had dinner with you two days ago, did you? You have no friends in France, and I was your friend, but you Someone who actually robbed a good friend?"

"Su Ming, I like you, I like you, didn't we like each other in high school? Have you forgotten?" Xing Qian grabbed Su Ming's sleeve and recalled, "We eat together, study together, and hate the teacher together."

"You come with me, don't be with Yan Ziqi anymore. You don't know how sad I am when you told me today that you have a boyfriend, my heart is bleeding."

Xing Qian dragged Su Ming away.

"Wait a minute," Yan Ziqi stopped him and wrapped Su Ming's scarf around him, "Don't follow him, okay?"

Yan Ziqi said coquettishly, "I'll explain it to you when I go back, please don't leave, okay?"

Su Ming glanced at him and moved away: "You go back first."

"Did you hear that, I told you to go by yourself." Xing Qian pushed him.

"Then I'll wait for you at home." Yan Ziqi took a step back.

Su Ming followed Xing Qian back to W Hotel.

Yan Ziqi returned home lonely, this home lacked a little sun, it was cold.

He turned on all the warm lights in the room, drew all the curtains, and turned on the floor heating, trying to warm up his cold heart.

He sat silently on the sofa, from nine o'clock to ten o'clock, Su Ming did not come back.

Yan Ziqi suddenly wanted to cry. He had never cried in a foreign country. After losing the warmth he felt, he wanted to cry.Xing Qian is right, he has no friends, and even Little Sun is snatched from others.

The little sun belongs to someone else.

There were more than a dozen cans of wine in the refrigerator, Yan Ziqi opened them all at once, and sat on the floor to fill each bottle.

Su Ming who looks good with a smile, Su Ming who helped him release yesterday, Su Ming who sat on the bed and ate chicken feet with pickled peppers, will never come back. He will smile and throw himself into other people's arms and kiss others , will be under the pressure of others.

But he hasn't helped himself to put on that shirt yet.

Yan Ziqi staggered to the bedroom, found a brand new box in the closet, and returned to the sofa.

A little dizzy from drinking too much, he shook his head, took it apart with great effort, took off the sweater on his body, and put it on again.

The shirt is a bit small and can't be buttoned.

Yan Ziqi leaned on the sofa with his shirt open and thought, this was probably doomed to be a tragedy from the very beginning, the shirt didn't even fit.

You might as well die.

He drank the last bottle of wine, and saw Su Ming open the door and run to the sofa in a daze.

It's better to indulge once before dying, Yan Ziqi embraced the warm little sun leaning over him, and pressed him to the floor.

A beautiful night.

The author has something to say: In the next chapter, I will write about the boundless beauty

But how do I show you...

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