Huang Liang Yi Meng

When Mo Fan returned home, he changed the suit and shirt that Chen Yidu had personally made for him and hung them on the hangers by the door.

Looking at the clothes, Mo Fan recalled that Chen Yidu proposed to make him a suit as a welcome gift when he just returned to China.

In order not to disturb Chen Yidu's normal work, Mo Fan and Chen Yidu agreed to have a body measurement at Chen Yidu's studio at [-]:[-] pm.

Mo Fan arrived as scheduled, and Chen Yidu was already prepared.

The fabrics placed in the studio are all the colors that Mo Fan likes and suits him. The fabrics are also the most comfortable ones that Chen Yidu has personally tried.

Scissors, tape measure, ruler and other tools are placed on the workbench, and there seems to be a faint fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus floating in the room.

Chen Yidu let Mo Fan sit on the sofa to rest for a while, he brought a pot of sweet-scented osmanthus tea, poured a cup and handed it to Mo Fan.

"It smells so good." Mo Fan lowered his head and sniffed. The sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance was strong. His eyelashes were also stained with hot water vapor, and his vision was a little blurred. A faint halo.

Chen Yidu smiled faintly, and it was as refreshing as the scent of osmanthus: "I heard that when you were in the United States, you didn't eat regularly. To warm your stomach, it’s good to drink a little at ordinary times. You should try it first, and if you like it, take a box back, and make some if you’re okay.”

Mo Fan picked up the teacup and took a sip. The warm tea had a soft sweet taste, spreading in his mouth. He held it for a few seconds before he was willing to swallow it.

In the next sip, the tea did not stop, and quickly slid from the throat along the esophagus to the stomach, and the heat was quickly transmitted to every cell in the body. Mo Fan squinted his eyes, feeling very comfortable.

"Thank you."

"Brother, don't be polite with me." Chen Yidu's eyes were full of sincerity.

"Let's start." Mo Fan put down his teacup and stood up.

Chen Yidu took Mo Fan's wrist and walked to the floor lamp near the working table, picked up the soft ruler on the table, and started measuring step by step.

If you are a stranger, you generally need to ask questions about the customer's clothing preferences, what season you want to customize, the occasion you wear, and your usual habits when measuring the body, so that you can better design and produce.And Chen Yidu is very familiar with Mo Fan's preferences and habits, even the size can be seen at a glance, but it is better to have accurate figures when making clothes, otherwise even this step can be omitted.

Measure from top to bottom, starting with the neck circumference.

Chen Yidu raised the measuring tape and put it around Mo Fan's neck.

Feeling a little cold to the touch, Mo Fan shrank his shoulders.

"It's a bit cold, isn't it?" Chen Yidu noticed Mo Fan's reaction and loosened the tape measure, creating a gap between the tape measure and the back of Mo Fan's neck.

Chen Yidu raised his right hand, wrapped it around the back of Mo Fan's neck, gently held the measuring tape, and pressed his warm hand against Mo Fan's neck. It felt like an electric current was passing through it.

After a few seconds, Chen Yidu let go of his hand: "It should be fine this time."

Chen Yidu tightened the tape measure, but Mo Fan's chin blocked the light, and Chen Yidu had difficulty reading the numbers.He moved closer, and the hot air from his nostrils landed on Mo Fan's neck.

Mo Fan's heart beat faster, he held his breath and stood up straight.

"Well, well, the following is the shoulder width." Chen Yidu recorded the size without changing his face, and continued to measure behind Mo Fan. It seemed that he was just working seriously, but only Chen Yidu knew the size of the ruler. Where does the water vapor come from.

"Then there is the bust." Chen Yidu's voice was not loud, as if he was reporting the progress of the measurement to himself, and following the "command" he issued, he turned to the front of Mo Fan again and asked Mo Fan to raise his hand. A bow.

Mo Fan had the illusion that he was about to be hugged, and he couldn't help but slightly closed his eyes.

The tape passed around Mo Fan's armpit and met on his chest.

Mo Fan lowered his head with his chin tensed, and saw that Chen Yidu was pinching the scale with the tip of his right thumb and the knuckle of his index finger. He let go of his left hand, retracted the tape measure, picked up the notebook and recorded the number at the position of his fingertips, and suddenly understood how to measure collar circumference. What happened to that weird feeling.

"Adu, do you always get so close when you measure your collar?"

The original quiet atmosphere was suddenly broken, Chen Yidu paused his hand holding the pen, and stared at the book: "I thought I could see it clearly at a glance, so I didn't bother to take it down and read it, and I made a mistake in judgment."

"Oh." Mo Fan curled his lips, it turned out that he was a special case.

After measuring the waist and hips, Chen Yidu's waist became lower and lower, but he always kept a distance of less than [-] centimeters from Mo Fan.

"Brother, you have maintained a good figure, the proportions are very coordinated, and it hasn't changed much compared to before going abroad." Chen Yidu praised sincerely.

Mo Fan said proudly: "It has become a habit to work out with you for so many years. I am afraid that if I slack off and become a middle-aged uncle with a big belly after I come back, you may even bother to compete with me. Sorry to call me 'brother'."

"No matter what you look like, you are still my elder brother. How could I be ashamed to call you?" Chen Yidu said while measuring the cuffs, the length of the clothes, etc.

"Brother, spread your legs a little bit." Chen Yidu put one knee on the ground and began to measure the data of the trousers.

According to Mo Fan, his legs were slightly separated, and when he lowered his head, he could only see the back of Chen Yidu's head, which was just at the position of his waist.

The positions of the two people looked a little ambiguous and indescribable from certain angles, and Mo Fan even thought about it.

"Open it a little more, it's a bit stuck." Chen Yidu wanted to measure the circumference of his legs. Mo Fan felt Chen Yidu's hand and the measuring tape rub against his thighs, probably because the distance between his legs was a bit close. Chen Yidu held the measuring tape between his legs. The hand on the end of the measuring tape could touch both of his legs at the same time.

The feeling from his legs and the thoughts in his head made Mo Fan's heart feel hot, and a sensitive part of his body got the signal, and he wanted to raise his head excitedly.

Mo Fan didn't want Chen Yidu to notice his body's reaction, so he quietly took a deep breath, and his whole body tensed up.

"Brother, don't be nervous, this is not the first time. If you are so tense, you will feel uncomfortable after finishing." Chen Yidu was aware of the changes in Mo Fan's leg muscles, but he still didn't raise his head, as if he was only concentrating on The job at hand.However, Mo Fan's words mean something else.

Finally, the data has been measured one by one.Chen Yidu put away the ruler, looked at the numbers on the notebook, and wrote down the things that need to be reminded in the blank space.

"Okay. Brother, I'm going to design a looser one for you, which is comfortable to wear. What do you think?" Chen Yidu bit the end of his pen and turned to look at Mo Fan beside him.

"It's all good, you are a designer, this is also your gift, I like whatever you give me." Mo Fan looked at Chen Yidu's record: "You don't seem to ask if I prefer to put it on the left or the right?"

Chen Yidu narrowed his eyes, and asked with a smile: "Is there any need to ask?"

Under the warm yellow light, Chen Yidu's smile carried a hint of ambiguity.

"What if my habits change?"

"That's obvious. You underestimate my pair of professional eyes too." Chen Yidu pointed to his own eyes.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, the suit that was measured at that time has been worn on Mo Fan several times.It has to be said that Chen Yidu's design and craftsmanship are top-notch.

Recalling the appearance of that night now, Mo Fan felt that he did not seem to be unrequited love, and Chen Yidu clearly had some tentative intentions.

Mo Fan looked at the time, it was almost seven o'clock, and he guessed that Chen Yidu would be home soon.

Mo Fan took out the vegetables from the refrigerator, washed them and put them in a large bowl for salad.Then start cooking the pasta.

When Chen Yidu entered the house, Mo Fan had already taken the noodles out of the water and was frying the sauce.

"It smells so good!" Chen Yidu said while taking off his shoes and hanging up his coat.

"Recently, you have been cooking. Try my cooking today."

"Okay."

Chen Yidu glanced calmly at the suit on the hanger, went back to his bedroom, changed his clothes, and just had dinner.

"It tastes good." Chen Yidu ate with big mouthfuls.

"That is."

"By the way, I seem to have seen you this afternoon." Chen Yidu said casually.

Mo Fan's expression froze, and he felt like he was being raped: "Really, where is it?"

"A coffee shop not too far from our company. Speaking of which, that coffee shop is not too far from Linglong. I heard that Weiwei likes to go there recently."

"Oh, it's a cafe." Mo Fan suddenly realized: "I invited people from the company to drink coffee today, and it happened that Wei Wei also came."

Even though Chen Yidu had expressed that he let go of Li Weiwei, Mo Fan didn't want Chen Yidu to know what he was doing and why he was looking for Li Weiwei.It was already very difficult to provoke Chen Yidu and Li Weiwei without being discovered by Chen Yidu. If they were discovered this time, they might not be able to hide the past.Although Mo Fan had long planned to confess all his past to Chen Yidu, it was not the time yet.

But since Chen Yidu had clearly pointed out the cafe, and Mo Fan and Li Weiwei were sitting by the window, there was definitely no way to hide it, so it was better to admit it voluntarily.

"What a coincidence. The two companies are not close to each other. You both skipped work on weekdays?" Chen Yidu smiled, but Mo Fan felt a bit chilly.

"I happened to be discussing a project nearby, so I had a cup of afternoon tea." Mo Fan smiled a little fake.

"How about that coffee shop? I haven't been there yet." Chen Yidu continued.

"It's not bad. I brought you a glass today, but you said you couldn't come back, so I drank it all."

"Could it be because I couldn't drink anymore and spit on my clothes?" Chen Yidu tilted his head towards the suit hanging by the door.

"I accidentally got hit by someone and spilled a little bit."

For some reason, Mo Fan felt that Chen Yidu seemed to be different from usual. Mo Fan hid too much from Chen Yidu. He didn't know whether he was guilty of being a thief or Chen Yidu really knew something.

The truth is, when Chen Yidu was driving out of the company that afternoon, he saw Li Weiwei sitting by the window of the cafe in a daze, and Mo Fan was sitting opposite Li Weiwei.Chen Yidu took a glance and found that the other people in the cafe looked familiar, they seemed to be from Mo Fan Company.

Coincidentally, Chen Yidu was going to another place in the opposite direction after finishing his work in one place, and happened to see Mo Fan chatting and laughing with a girl on the side of the road, and felt a little depressed for no reason.When I came back, I saw coffee stains on the clothes I designed for Mo Fan, hanging pitifully at the door, so I couldn't help but began to insinuate, asking questions like a detective.

Mo Fan underestimated Chen Yidu, he thought that Chen Yidu didn't know what he was doing, and thought that Chen Yidu didn't like him yet, but that was just what he thought.

After dinner, Mo Fan found the sweet-scented osmanthus tea that Chen Yidu gave him, brewed a pot and put it on the tea table, and poured a cup for Chen Yidu who was sitting on the sofa with magazines.

"Remember this sweet-scented osmanthus tea? I drank half of it. Every time I see it, I think of you. When I think of you, I will take it out and make a cup. Before I know it, the box is half empty. After moving here, I see you every day Instead, I forgot to drink it. When I dug it out, there was a layer of dust on the box." Mo Fan handed the cup to Chen Yidu, and sat next to Chen Yidu with his exclusive Bao Zheng cup.

Chen Yidu reached out to take the cup, looking at the golden and clear tea and the blossoming sweet-scented osmanthus floating on it.The water vapor was dense, forming a thin layer of mist.Chen Yidu's eyes froze, as if he saw the scene on the water that day when he gave Mo Fan osmanthus tea, the heat on his face rose secretly, he didn't know whether it was because of the heat of the tea, or the scene at that time was so exciting that his cheeks floated Two sunset-like colors.

That was the first time the two of them got so close after Mo Fan returned to China.

The long separation made this feeling both familiar and strange.In the past, there were a lot of fights and physical contact, and they could deal with it naturally, but that time, something seemed different.

Has Mo Fan changed or has he changed?Chen Yidu was holding the ruler, his palms were sweating a little, he stood behind Mo Fan, staring at Mo Fan who was close at hand.

Broad and thick shoulders, strong and tight buttocks, straight long legs...

Chen Yidu swallowed, thankful that Mo Fan couldn't see him thinking wildly.He suddenly understood that it might not be the person who changed, but his heart towards him.

The accumulation of emotions is like a stream, gathering little by little from various river basins.When Mo Fan was around, Chen Yidu could express his feelings to Mo Fan through words and actions.

Mo Fan's departure is like setting up a reservoir where the stream flows into the river. The gate is sealed, and the stream accumulates in the reservoir.As soon as he came back, the gate opened instantly, and the water poured out under strong pressure.

Only then did Chen Yidu realize what was the force that pushed him towards Mo Fan.

It is said that distance produces beauty, but distance delays the cultivation of feelings!That's why when Mo Fan proposed to live in Chen Yidu's house, he agreed without hesitation.

After a period of time, the two of them get along tepidly and never cross boundaries.

When Mo Fan teased Lin Ju, Chen Yidu was secretly happy in his heart, thinking that Mo Fan was jealous.

I thought it was a good start, but when I saw that Mo Fan was obviously approaching Li Weiwei deliberately, Chen Yidu murmured a little. He comforted himself: "Maybe it was really a chance encounter, maybe my brother is concerned about Li Weiwei approaching me and has other intentions."But right after that, he bumped into Mo Fan laughing and joking with a girl he didn't know on the street again, which made him a little bit apprehensive.

Mo Fan drank tea by himself, completely unaware of Chen Yidu's inner fluctuations.

Half a minute later, Mo Fan found that the people around him still seemed to be staring at the cup motionless, he tilted his head and glanced at Chen Yidu: "What are you thinking?"

Chen Yidu raised his head when he heard the sound, his thoughts were suddenly interrupted, and the question in his mind just now blurted out: "Who is that woman you were joking with on the street?"

Mo Fan was stunned for a moment, and after thinking for a while, he realized what Chen Yidu was asking.

Mo Fan thought: So he has seen it all, no wonder there are words in his words.Even after dinner, his Adu is still struggling with a strange girl he really met by chance.Although he was a bit dumbfounded, Mo Fan seemed to see hope: "I don't know her, she really bumped into her by accident. Trust me."

After Chen Yidu listened, he realized what he said, wishing to bite his tongue and swallow it.It's too embarrassing. If you ask me this way, isn't my mind too obvious?Even if Mo Fan really has a girlfriend, what right does he have to ask these questions?

Chen Yidu coughed twice in embarrassment, buried half of his face behind the cup, raised his finger to point to the poor suit on the hanger: "Then you plan to leave the clothes I have painstakingly made for you?"

Mo Fan followed Chen Yidu's fingers and looked at...

The back of Chen Yidu's hands, wrists, elbows, as well as the reddish cheeks and twinkling eyes hidden behind the cup like an ostrich.

It turns out that A'Du's fingers are so slender, and his nails are neatly trimmed and clean.

Mo Fan imagined that these hands are holding the paintbrush, creating the appearance of each piece of work; imagining the appearance of these hands holding scissors, brushing and cutting neatly on the workbench; recalling Chen Yidu shaking out the newly made suit Standing in front of him, he smiled and gestured to him when he put it on.

It turns out that A'Du's wrist has such an elegant curvature, with well-defined joints, but full of strength.I still remember arm wrestling when I was young, and it was often a draw. Now that there is a rematch, I don’t know what the result will be?

Chen Yidu was holding the cup in his left hand close to Mo Fan. Gongsun Ce, who was dressed in Beijing opera, was covered by his beard on the cup, just like Chen Yidu at this moment, only showing the part above the eyes.From Mo Fan's point of view, the Lord Gongsun seemed to have a smile in his eyes, and he was meeting Mo Fan's slightly raised lips.

Mo Fan collected himself, looked back the same way, and looked where he should look.

At this time, the mottled coffee stains on the clothes looked like a few small sparrows, flapping their wings, chirping and jumping happily, as if saying: "Good things are coming soon", "He is jealous", "Come on, come on".

Mo Fan adjusted his sitting posture, turned his body toward Chen Yidu's direction, leaned over cheerfully, and easily grabbed the finger that Chen Yidu extended, and pressed down his hand. He hugged Chen Yidu's shoulders.

Chen Yidu trembled in response, dodged a little, and moved half a centimeter to the side, his back was a little stiff, but he still didn't put down the cup and looked at Mo Fan.

Seeing that he didn't object, Mo Fan patted the hand on Chen Yidu's right shoulder again, and then tightened his grip: "Don't worry, Mr. Du, if you're afraid that it won't wash off after a long time, I'll send it to be washed now! But you have to believe me, this is an accident, I like the gift you gave me very much, even if it can't be cleaned, I will wear it often."

Chen Yidu unconsciously drank the tea in the cup to the bottom, it's too self-deceiving to always hold the cup like this, so he finally decided to put down the cup.When bowing to put the cup on the coffee table, the body naturally left Mo Fan's palm.Chen Yidu suddenly felt that after the hand was gone, his shoulders became colder, and he felt an empty sense of loss. His body seemed to be nostalgic for the scorching temperature of the palm.

"Brother, you say that as if I'm stingy. If it's really not clean, then I'll give you another set!"

"Then I won't go to deliver the laundry. I will keep this set as a souvenir and treasure it for the rest of my life!" Mo Fan retracted his arms without any trace, crossed his legs, leaned on the sofa, and looked at Chen Yidu leisurely.

When Chen Yidu looked back, he put on a relaxed smile, and stretched out his hand to pinch one side of Mo Fan's cheek: "I found out that I forgot one thing when I measured your body."

Mo Fan gently stroked the place Chen Yidu had pinched with his hand, stared into Chen Yidu's eyes with great interest and asked, "What did you forget?"

"I forgot to measure how thick your skin is. Why are you talking so nasty now?"

After finishing speaking, the two looked at each other and smiled.

"It seems to be one step closer." Mo Fan and Chen Yidu thought at the same time.

It's a pity that they don't know that the other party actually has the same mood as themselves.

The author has something to say:

The overall career is very good