The seventh rule of the male god

Sunny and cloudless.

Yun Shen asked Jiang An to meet at a milk tea shop, but Jiang An came late.

He wore a white V-neck shirt, indigo trousers, and a pair of khaki hiking shoes. He was very handsome and sunny, with a strong youthful atmosphere, which matched his temperament very well.

The two sat by the window, watching the people coming and going, Yun Shen ordered a caramel macchiato, then pushed it to Jiang An, smiled and said: "You will like this taste."

Jiang An was skeptical. Although he often bought caramel macchiato for Yun Shen, he had never drank it himself.

Finally took a sip.

It's a bit bitter, but more sweet, so sweet that it's greasy.

Jiang An frowned and said, "...how do you usually drink it?"

Yun Shen looked at him, but answered irrelevantly: "I heard that there are two types of people who like to drink caramel macchiato, and one of them is the people who have already achieved happiness."

Jiang An looked down at the caramel macchiato in his hand, and asked, "What about the other one?"

Yun Shen continued: "The other type is people who lack love. The reason is that when the sweet and greasy milk foam fills the mouth, there will be an illusion of happiness in an instant."

Jiang An frowned and looked at Yun Shen, he was more inclined to say the latter.

Seeing this, Yun Shen shook his head: "I don't belong to the former, nor do I belong to the latter."

After a pause, Yun Shen talked about an irrelevant topic, "I don't like to eat cakes, because the necessary ingredients of cakes must be cream, the fruits are fresh and sweet, and the chocolate sauce is very strong, so the cake looks very delicious. It looks delicious, but in fact, except for sweet tooth lovers, other people can't even eat half of the cake."

Jiang An looked at him puzzled.

Yun Shen smiled and continued: "I'm sorry, I'm not a sweet tooth. I may like chocolate, but it's not sweet. I like caramel macchiato, but it's actually closer to coffee, no matter how sweet it is. , it is always bitter, um, maybe to be clear, I am not a sweet tooth, but you are exactly that cake, you will give me a very warm feeling."

Jiang An frowned, faintly having a bad premonition, and smiled as handsomely as possible: "So?"

Yun Shen got up, "No one can refuse warmth, but it has nothing to do with liking, so let's break up."

Jiang An also stood up, stared at Yun Shen closely, bit his lip and asked with difficulty: "Is it because of your brother?"

The various languages ​​that Yun Shen wrote on the draft paper last time, he recently took out the drawing paper to turn on the computer when he was bored, and searched sentence by sentence.

But the translation is the same sentence after sentence.

—Brother, can you love me?

At first he thought it was just a simple brotherhood, but he couldn't help but think of a lot.

Thinking of Yun Shen's dazed eyes when he looked at him;

Reminds me of a young man with a special temperament in the office;

Thinking of the struggling and messy handwriting on the original draft;

Thinking of Yun Xi not mentioning a word when talking with Yun Shen;

Thinking of Yun Shen's difficult tone when he mentioned his brother;

……

Like a taboo long sword, it ruthlessly smashed all his reason.

"……no."

Jiang An said bitterly: "Your hesitation for half a second has already given me all the answers."

Yun Shen turned his head and wanted to say something, but in the end he turned and left without saying anything.

Jiang An habitually wanted to catch up, but suddenly realized that he had no reason, so he sat down on the chair and stared at the caramel macchiato in front of him.

——I am neither the former nor the latter.

- I'm not a sweet tooth.

—and you are exactly that cake.

——No one can refuse warmth, but it has nothing to do with liking.

- So, let's break up.

There will always be a time in everyone's life when he is desperate, moths rush to the flame, and finally his body is covered with cuts and bruises.

Such as the bank of the river, deep as the clouds.

In fact, they are very similar, but one is stronger than the other, and the other is more unfortunate than the other.

There is no pity in his eyes, mischievous sarcasm, sharp sexiness, God must look at the world like this.

When he got home, Yun Changfeng was sitting on a wicker chair in the garden. On both sides of the wicker chair were unknown white flowers with faint yellow stamens. He was reading a photo album.

There was a cup of coffee on the small round table in front, and he picked it up occasionally to take a sip.

I don't know if it's the artistic conception that complements him or the artistic conception that complements him.

Today he was wearing a British-style shirt with a stand-up collar, which lined his sharp and graceful chin. There was a white domestic cat nestled beside the straight white trousers, and he didn't know where it came from.

He tilted his cheeks slightly, there was no sound when he turned the pages of the book, the clams on his wrists were still white, everything was quiet and natural, like a colorful silent film.

Yun Shen stood under a laurel tree, watching quietly.

Quiet and gentle, with a light floral fragrance.

The day before Yun Shen went abroad, it was late at night.

Yesterday Yun Changfeng got on the plane to Japan. He always has a long way to go, and he can go wherever he wants. Maybe one moment he was looking at the scenery on the London Bridge, and the next moment he was drawn into the countryside by a touching poem The idyllic Cue Islands.

Either in a hurry, or leisurely, but never stay.

The Yun family is very strange, they are very obsessed, like Father Yun is obsessed with the deceased Mica, Yunxi is obsessed with Japan, Yun Changfeng is obsessed with travel, and Yun Shen is obsessed with Yun Changfeng.

"Second Young Master, this is what Young Master Jiang left at the door." The housekeeper brought in a box, and Yun Shen motioned for him to put it on the desk before the housekeeper left.

Yun Shen stared at the box for a long time without opening it, and then put it in the suitcase as well.

In his suitcase, what he packed the most were the picture postcards that his brother sent him intermittently, and he wrote the time and place with a hook pen on the back.

Put them away in the order in which they were sent, there will always be a day when they will be used.

When he left the country the next day, Father Yun, who had always been cold and rigid, hugged him for a long time and said, "Remember to go home."

Yun Shen didn't speak, and he didn't look back until boarding the plane.

Not awkward, just don't want to.