Danmei Flying Bird

For a long time before meeting Zhou Qing, Qiao Boling hadn't seriously thought about her sexual orientation.Like most people, he always defaulted to being heterosexual in the process of awakening and gradually forming his independent personality.No boy has ever confessed his love to him, and he has not shown a higher degree of interest in the same sex than in the opposite sex.Rather, throughout her student days, Qiao Boling was always at a low temperature when it came to puberty.

It can't be said that he is a late bloomer or more extreme indifference. Qiao Boling, who is tired of life and has no time to care about relationship issues, has no time to care about his relationship.After graduating and taking over the factory, the first two years of operation were poor and white, and the future was uncertain, which inevitably caused interested parties to wait and see and temporarily stay away from him.After the business was on the right track, he himself devoted himself to his career and became a complete workaholic. For his sister and the masters in the factory who believed in him and supported him, he worked hard, abandoned the golden road, and went straight to the diamond king. Five went.

It wasn't until the past two years that Qiao Boling was introduced and wooed by business partners on various non-business occasions, either explicitly or covertly, that he belatedly realized that the label "single" had been around for a long time. It is inevitable that men will attract strange eyes.

But let's just say that among the pink begonias blossoming with pink pears and white begonias, he never took a branch. Afterwards, when Aunt Qiu and Tang Yingshan coaxed him to ask about his ideal type, he was also stunned for a long time.

After that, he began to think about feelings, thinking about what he likes and desires.Suddenly, I found that marriage didn't seem to be a necessity of life, dating and dating was really more comfortable than reading a book.

Regarding Qiao Boling's self-definition, Tang Yingshan has a different view: "If you don't meet the moment of thumping, it means that the fate has not arrived."

In this way, is Zhou Qing his own fate?

Qiao Boling actually didn't have much confidence.

Throbbing is an experience that is far more unfamiliar and difficult to understand than the turbulent business affairs. Qiao Boling has never experienced it, so he has no way of judging it.

And in the more than ten years after joining the WTO, compared with marriage or more snobbish business marriage, Qiao Boling never had the slightest idea that he might like a man.He tried to replace Zhou Qing with someone else, such as Tang Yingshan, and immediately felt stomach cramps.He also flipped through magazines to browse male models, deliberately searched for some pictures and videos that exude hot hormones, and even watched pornographic films, but they didn't feel like Zhou Qing gave him.

That's a purer way of being alone, even if you don't do anything, you just want to sit with Yi quietly holding hands, cuddling each other, and spend a day, a year, or a lifetime meaninglessly.

Before Zhou Qing, Qiao Boling had never had such a concrete outline and longing for feelings, which made him bewildered, but he couldn't help but want to continue, falling into the trap step by step, unable to extricate himself.

So Zhou Qing was forced to enter the arena to accompany him to the birthday party of a wealthy daughter who did not need personal security.

People who are obsessed with entertainment are willing to indulge in communication and sway their exquisiteness.But Qiao Boling was very tired.Even though he always uses a coldness that rejects others as his symbol, even if that is his true posture, he still cannot avoid the scheming under the word "entertainment". Some people seek his business, and some are. murder him.

People turned around in the field, Qiao Boling was surprised by Zhou Qing's calmness, like a person who came from the world of mortals, the prosperity is nothing but mere, and all the world is interpreted, he is a spectator in the seat, the climax Clap your hands everywhere, leave the stage when you are bored, and leave nothing behind. I really like it.

I wondered to myself, could it be that the military career has created such a flattering?Just like the greetings on the day we first met, one point less is arrogant, one point more is flattery, politeness is just right.

So after getting along for more than a month, does he still only have one in his eyes?And how much do I hope to gain from him?

Qiao Boling couldn't figure it out for a while.

He is drunk.

The wine glass was held in his hand, but he raised and lowered it mechanically, clinking glasses with many people, but he didn't take a sip to his mouth.But he didn't turn red with drunkenness, nor did he falter in his steps. Everyone praised him for his good drinking capacity, but in fact, he was quiet when he was drunk, neither singing nor dancing nor crying or laughing.Being in the mundane world, his heart was too empty, he approached a consciousness space called "Xingjiu" and sat down with his knees wrapped around him, dazed in a daze.

In the past, only Tang Yingshan could detect the sluggishness in Qiao Boling's eyes, and knew when he was drunk and when he was sober.Unexpectedly, Zhou Qing, who attended the banquet with him for the first time, immediately recognized the strangeness in him.He took the wine glass and led him to meet the proprietor, and gave him the excuse that he had official business the next day and it was not appropriate to indulge in indulgence, and "followed" him to leave the venue.

The vehicles are driving steadily on the road in the middle of the night, the neon lights are not yet tired, the street lights are also burning brightly, the city is never dark like a protracted polar day, grotesque, tonight and night.

Qiao Boling sat slumped in the back seat, with his head tilted to one side, his eyes staring at the night scene passing by outside the car window in a daze.He was motionless and rarely blinked, as if his soul had passed away, leaving only an empty shell.But suddenly, he spoke.

"parking!"

Without his ordering a second time, Zhou Qing slid the car to the side of the road slowly.A music fountain is built around the garden in the middle of the street near the water, and when the song ends, the floor tiles are still wet.Qiao Boling was sitting on the highest step level with the sidewalk. There was still an obvious smell of water in the air. The lights of the buildings in the distance were scattered, and the surroundings were so quiet that only the singing of cicadas and insects could be heard.

A small-capacity car refrigerator was filled in the middle of the spacious double back seat. Zhou Qing took mineral water and ran over, unscrewed the bottle cap and handed it to Qiao Boling.He held it in his hand, took a sip slowly, and took another sip, drinking it carelessly.

Zhou Qing didn't sit next to him.The tall figure squatted behind him with his knees bent, clasping his knees with both hands, like a child.He didn't speak, just looked at Qiao Boling intently, watching him drink water, a little worried and a little expectant.

Qiao Boling held out the half-drunk water bottle in front of him without saying a word.He blinked, rubbed his feet forward, leaned half of his body out from Qiao Boling's arm, tilted his head as if trying hard to see Qiao Boling's face clearly, and immediately smiled.

"Sir, are you awake?"

Qiao Boling said in a low voice, "Oh!"

Zhou Qing pushed the water back, and asked with concern: "Is there something wrong, sir? Do you have a headache? Do you want to vomit?"

Qiao Boling drank lazily again, swallowed and replied, "I want to go to the bathroom."

Zhou Qing stood up and looked around, but he couldn't find any public toilets or obvious signs within his vision, so he could only squat down and regretfully said, "Have you ever watered the greenery, sir?"

Qiao Boling turned around with a half-smile: "I haven't done anything since high school."

Zhou Qing urged: "Shall we go back to our childhood?"

It's a pity that Qiao Boling has a good reputation in the circle. After all, he is not an artist star, and there are no gossip reporters around him to follow up and shoot 24 hours a day. Otherwise, "Qiao's family is drunk late at night and defecated casually in the green belt on the street" should be an eye-catching news headline.

After untying his hands, he got out of the grass, washed his hands with mineral water luxuriously, and the two of them lay side by side on the hood without any restraint.The warmth still remains under the buttocks, and the starry eyes on the top of the head are sparse, Zhou Qing sighed: "The starry sky in our village is still lively."

Qiao Boling pulled her lips and smiled: "Actually, they are all there. You can see them when you turn off the street lights."

"But turn off the street lights and you can't see the avenue."

"Then do you like the starry sky or the avenue?"

"I like to go home and watch the stars after earning money on the avenue."

"Practical naivety."

Zhou Qing turned his head to look at Qiao Boling's side face: "Mister, are you praising me?"

Qiao Boling was still looking at the sky, and his tone was suddenly a little cold: "No, I envy you."

Zhou Qing also continued to look at the sky, and said happily: "But now I have such a practical innocence only after I met my husband. You should envy yourself."

Qiao Boling looked at him in surprise: "What are you envious of?"

"Envy yourself for being able to give others innocence!"

Qiao Boling stared at Zhou Qing without saying a word, turned over quickly to prop up, embraced Zhou Qing's cheek, covered his lips and kissed.

Zhou Qing's eyes widened, but he just stared, without struggling to refuse.

"Do you hate men?" Qiao Boling asked him wearily.

"I don't know." Zhou Qing shook his head, "But I don't hate this kiss."

Qiao Boling was startled, then laughed at herself, turned over and jumped off the hood.

"Let's go back!"

Qiao Boling sat back in the back seat for a while before Zhou Qing opened the driver's door and got in the car.He didn't start the car immediately, but stared at Qiao Boling, who was sleeping with his eyes closed, through the rearview mirror, and said seriously: "Sir, don't think of yourself as such. You are not that kind of person!"

What kind of person am I?What kind of person should it be?

——Qiao Boling felt depressed suddenly, hating herself for being overwhelmed with gains and losses. Zhou Qing would pay him with his own body, and secretly rejoiced that this child still believed in him and respected him, and never despised him.Maybe, just maybe, there is still some liking.

so be it!

Tonight is full of grief, Qiao Boling's most courageous rebellion, he is powerless to prove Zhou Qing's intentions.

If you don't ask for proof, isn't it another kind of long-term protection?

Qiao Boling needed this kind of companionship, waiting until he cooled down and Zhou Qing got tired of it.He just wants to do this!