lost spark

"I'm about to die here. If you don't come, I think you'll be waiting for me to die." Zhang Chengli said as he made room for entertaining people in the room. No matter how tidy it was, it couldn't be glamorous. Fortunately, No one cares.

"Here it is, and I brought one."

Qu Yixiao also helped tidy up. Ye Ting saw him put a book called "Thunderstorm" on the pile of books in the corner, which should be a middle school reading material. water, boil water.

"He's a clean kid." Zhang Chengli sat by the bed, and on the table between the two of them was a meeting gift chosen by Ye Ting. Zhang Chengli didn't seem surprised that he was a man, and let Ye Ting, who had the mentality of meeting his parents, relax a lot of.

They stayed for dinner, which was originally planned, and Qu Yixiao took over the job of cooking, and the fumes from cooking ran out of the window.Ye Ting just sat and waited, because the stool was too short for his legs to have no place to rest.

"Isn't it bad here?" Zhang Chengli was also watching Qu Yixiao, gesticulating with his hand: "When he came, his body was only half the size of the window."

"No." Ye Ting didn't know what to answer. To be honest, this place is really bad, but he didn't dislike it. He asked, "Is it right here?"

"He lives next door, but now that room has been rented out to other tenants, and the little stool you are sitting on is taken from his room."

Ye Ting began to imagine that if he didn't go with Liang Jieyun, would Liang Jieyun really die, would he live with Qu Yixiao in such a place, watch each other grow taller, and earn a little money.It's not impossible to live alone, but two people are better.

"Uncle Zhang, would you like some wine?" Qu Yixiao brought the plate over, found two small cups to wash, and said to Ye Ting, "You can drink some with Uncle, it's medicinal wine, but don't drink too much."

"Listen to you." Ye Ting took the glass and poured wine for Zhang Chengli.

Three adults gathered around a small square table to eat. The table was covered with stained check cloth. The smell of the food dispelled the perennial musty smell in the room. Zhang Chengli said: "You brought him here sooner than I thought." .”

"I'm afraid you will have to blame me again later, but I can't tell you."

Although he never mentioned that he wanted to see Ye Ting, since he talked about his relationship with Ye Ting, every time Zhang Chengli came back, he would ask a few insincere words. Qu Yixiao didn't think it was caring about his love life.

"Qu Yixiao told you about me?"

Ye Ting offered Zhang Chengli a glass of wine, his focus was elsewhere.He likes to hear about himself in Qu Yixiao's eyes from other people's mouths, every time he hears it, it seems like he is unraveling a mysterious and interesting veil.

"That's not true, he seldom talks about the past." It's a pity that Zhang Chengli replied like this.

Ye Ting wasn't drunk that night, but he pretended to be drunk, so he couldn't get off Qu Yixiao's back.

"You let me drink it, so you can carry me back." Ye Ting said coquettishly, not only that, but also confidently asked Qu Yixiao to answer the phone for him, Lu Yu called.

"Did your man come the night we were drinking? I asked the driver, and he said that a man came to pick you up." Lu Yu's voice was very loud: "I seem to have seen him too, but I just can't remember what he looks like." .”

Ye Ting was caught off guard by his words, didn't care about pretending or not, quickly jumped off Qu Yixiao's back, and talked to Lu Yu on the phone: "Well, he's here to pick it up. I'm outside right now, Hang up first."

Cutting off the phone, seeing all the missed calls from Liang Jieyun, Ye Ting put the phone into Qu Yixiao's pocket, and slowly followed Qu Yixiao to board the last bus.

"Are you sober, or are you drunk again?" On the seat, Qu Yixiao saw him turn his head and face out of the car window, his crimson ears exposed to the air, he probably knew why, and said, "Your friend is very interesting. "

"He's like this, he's a nice guy, but occasionally he's a little bit unruly." Ye Ting said.

"Like just now?"

Ye Ting really wanted to close his eyes and pretend to be asleep. He suspected that Qu Yixiao asked this question on purpose. He had even done more daring things to Qu Yixiao, but he felt blushing and heart beating because of one or two titles that should be justified, and he was at a loss. .

"Hmm." He stretched out his hand and scratched Yi Xiao's palm, as if begging for mercy.

Back home is another scene.

Often lovers will feel indescribably sticky when they are alone.Qu Yixiao was taking a bath, and Ye Ting sat cross-legged on the bed and waited for him with warm eyes. No need to say any sweet words, Qu Yixiao knew at a glance that this was a silent invitation.

He will not say no.

The night was as cold as water, they hugged and lay down, and kissed naturally, they became close and trusted each other, so their flesh and blood bloomed, they could laugh and cry bitterly.

Qu Yixiao realized that Ye Ting was crying when he turned him over.

The people under him hugged his neck tightly, tears wet the hand he was caressing next to the ear, and more of it fell on the bedding, Qu Yixiao felt wet when he tried it casually.

In my memory, Ye Ting is not a crybaby. The way to express his grievances is to sulk or play tricks. He uses actions to tell everyone that he is in a very negative state, and all the principles must be put aside, and he must be coaxed to follow him.

Stepping back from Ye Ting, Qu Yixiao lay beside him. The bright room in the daytime had no wind or moon tonight. They were all naked. Ye Ting was still hugging him, but the lust had dissipated. Qu Yixiao Xiao's voice was still a little hoarse: "Ye Ting, why are you crying?"

Ye Ting leaned against him to absorb the body temperature, he cried for some reason, he was not devoted enough to love, he jumped from Qu Yixiao's panting sound close to his ear to Liang Jieyun who might have collapsed.

Going back to the living room that summer, in the dark and silent midnight, Qu Yixiao, who was ordered to sleep on the sofa, told him in such a soft voice that Liang Jieyun's eyes were red from crying, don't make her angry, and then pushed him away.

They seldom spoke in those few days, and he couldn't tell who was more sad, Qu Yixiao or Liang Jieyun.

Every night abroad, he was also whipped by guilt, and the cowardice of fleeing the battle swallowed him repeatedly like a huge bad mouth.

After a while, Ye Ting said: "I was thinking, I'm such a jerk."

Like a thick cloud cover, his tone was stuffy in the soft and damp cloud.

In fact, Qu Yixiao could guess that Ye Ting was unusual tonight, and Ye Ting seemed to be particularly concerned about those insignificant things, as if if he had known that he would have such a bad life, Ye Ting would have stayed in the first place.

"In what mood did you agree to marry me? Tell me."

"Can you hug me?" Ye Ting didn't answer directly.He felt the people around him move, and then he fell into a warm embrace, with the top of his head resting on Qu Yixiao's chin, and he rubbed it obsessively, "Just like now, I feel very happy."

Qu Yixiao was a little moved, and asked again: "Then why are you crying?"

Ye Ting printed a holy kiss on his shoulder: "I was so happy that I cried."

At night, Ye Ting dreamed of going back to junior high school. He dreamed that the stars were shining, the moon was high, and the figures were in pairs. Qu Yixiao wrote his last love words with each stroke.

———Dear Ye Ting:

If I miss you, you can lie in my arms, then I must embrace you unscrupulously, and we will walk hand in hand from night to day.

You are the Alps in the spring sunshine, I sail the boat, don't go to the rivers and seas, and break into your heart where fairy tales live, hand in hand, we swim from the world to the sky.

The candlelight in the shrine bears witness to me. I will be your faithful patron saint. I will kiss you. Don’t be afraid. If you want to cry, it must be because of happiness.