Double ten

At night in the city, it is more lively than in the daytime. The handsome men and women in the bars clearly show the passionate city that never sleeps.

When it was time to change shifts, Lin Xuan, who was about to get off work, looked at a certain seat near the bar. The lonely black-clothed owner was no longer there, and it was replaced by four stylishly dressed young people who were drinking together.

After a while, Lin Xuan changed into casual clothes in the locker room and came out of the bar. Someone greeted him immediately: "Ah Xuan!"

Hearing the familiar voice, Lin Xuan raised his head and showed a big smile: "Xiao An, have you been waiting for a long time?"

That person is Ryan, gray T-shirt, washed white jeans, black canvas shoes, casual and chic, 1.8 meters tall with his hands in his trouser pockets, he looks a bit ruffian, no matter where he goes , not many people dare to provoke him easily.

Putting a hand on his shoulder, Ryan looked down at his handsome face carefully, hugged him and walked towards the direction of his residence: "What do you want to eat?"

This is asking for supper.

"It's all right." The usual answer, a little tired, but because of the people around him, he felt much more at ease.

Hearing this, the corner of Ryan's mouth curled slightly: "Okay."

This person is not picky at all, so he is easy to feed.

He turned his head to look at the yawning person beside him, tightened his big hands on his shoulders, and moved closer to him, and the two bodies were close to each other without a single gap , Under the light of the night, the black shadow pulls the old elders long, like a tall Bingdilian.

Looking at the avatars of the two people on the ground, Lin Xuan said silently in his heart: "If possible, I really want to be like you until the end of the world and the end of the world."

Very clichéd words, but they were the most genuine thoughts in his heart at this moment.

He wants to spend his whole life with this person beside him, just him and him, two people are fine.

No house, no car, not a lot of money, but if it was him, no matter how hard and tiring he was, he would be willing.

It's just that I'm afraid I can't!

Not only are two people of the same sex having no legal effect in this country, there is also a very serious matter that has not been resolved.Perhaps because of this incident, he and him could become enemies instead of being as close as they are now.

Without too many words, the two walked forward quietly, crossing asphalt avenues, crossing scattered night stalls, and walking through long dark alleys, both of them went to one place - home.

This is their only home in this world, a warm and dependable existence.

One was full of thoughts, the other was lazy, neither of them noticed that there was a person following them not too far away, until they closed the iron door downstairs of the rental house and disappeared from his sight, the person stood there dumbfounded again. After a while, he turned and left silently.

Room 608, in a space of more than ten square meters, has a bedroom, a kitchen and a bathroom.

In the room, a Simmons for two people is placed in the other corner near the door, a desk is placed opposite the bed, two medium-sized lockboxes are hidden at the bottom of the desk, and an old TV set is placed on the desk. Apart from the rice cooker and kettle, there were no other big items. Daily necessities were scattered in the corners of the room. They were neatly tidied up. At first glance, it didn't look like a room for two men.

In the small space, the bed alone occupies half of the single room, but you can lie on the bed and watch TV. For the vast number of people in the lower class, such living conditions are comfortable and warm.

All men are created equal, and all men are born unequal.Having money doesn’t mean you can live a good life, and you can’t live a good life without money. Life is created by yourself. As long as you work hard, you will always live the life you want one day.

Even if that day does not come, it must be happiness to have someone who will never leave you by your side.

Lin Xuan came out of the bathroom after simply taking a shower. He was wearing cute cartoon pajamas and was carelessly wiping his wet hair with a dry towel. It was half dry in just a few minutes. At this time, he was busy in the kitchen. Ryan came over with the cooked supper and put it on the small table that retracts automatically: "Is it ready? Let's eat noodles!"

"Well, it smells so good." Lin Xuan set up a wet towel on a hanger, went to the bed and sat down, watching the steaming noodles in the bowl, smelling the fragrance, and couldn't help rolling his throat: "There are noodles, there are Eggs, tomatoes, coriander, so rich!"

His stomach was empty, so he took the bamboo chopsticks placed on the bowl, picked up the noodles and blew them, sucked them into his mouth, and said with satisfaction: "The instant noodles are moderately soft and hard, just right!" Carefully took a sip of the soup, clicked his mouth: "The flavors of tomatoes, eggs and coriander are all coming out, Xiaoan, today's cooking is not bad!"

He tilted his head to look at the person sitting beside him, smiling all over his face.

Receiving his compliment, Ryan raised his eyebrows: "That's right, it doesn't matter who I am?"

How could he admit that he was still nervous at first, but when he heard him say 'good', his heart instantly relaxed.

Ryan's cooking skills are not very good, but in order to let Lin Xuan rest more, he bite the bullet and "go to battle to kill the enemy". At the very beginning, when he cooks food for him, not to mention how bad it is, it can be said that even cats and dogs on the side of the road will dislike him. Reasonable.

After more than half a year of honing, his culinary skills are gradually improving, but they are still not as good as Lin Xuan's casual "Xiaolu Yishou".

It seems that everyone has their own areas that they are good at, and everyone has areas that they are not good at, and cooking is the area that Ryan is not good at.

"Ah, it's salty?" He took a sip of the soup with his bowl of noodles, and because it was covered with coriander, Ryan took another sip uncertainly, and said with a frown, "It's really salty!"

Your smile is so gentle, so gentle that I believe that everything I do is perfect and has no shortcomings.

I don't believe in myself, I believe in you more.

"Don't frown." Ryan raised his left hand to smooth him who was sitting on the right side: "Frowning makes you grow old, you are two years younger than me."

I am 26 years old this year, but he is not yet 24 years old, but he always frowns like a little old man.

He was tall and thick, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. He had a serious face all day long, and he looked older than himself.

How can I let you frown?

If you frown, I will feel bad.