Thunder can't catch fire

The setting sun and sunset glowed together, Zhou Yan and Han Zheng walked on the deserted path, dragging two long shadows.At this time, the summer insects had already started to whine one after another, one after another, and it was like this every night for many days to come.

They started walking side by side, but as they walked, Zhou Yan fell behind Han Zheng by a shoulder, and his breath was scorching hot behind Han Zheng.

There was a privately owned bakery in front, Han Zheng glanced at Zhou Yan out of the corner of his eye, and noticed that his pace was gradually slowing down, and then stopped at the door of the shop.

He said to Han Zheng, "I'll go in and buy something," and pushed the door open, leaving him outside the door in a daze.

Han Zheng thought that he was not full from the meal just now, or bought some bread for tomorrow's breakfast.It took a long time for Zhou Yan to go in. Han Zheng squatted in front of the bakery, smoking boredly. When Zhou Yan came out with a cardboard box the size of a palm, there was already a small pile of soot at Han Zheng's feet.

Zhou Yan shook his head at Han Zheng: "Hey, why are you so devoid of public morality? You are still a professor, a senior teacher..."

Han Zheng wasn't in the mood to play tricks with him, he looked up at him coldly, stood up, and looked at the things in his hand: "What did you buy?"

"Cake." The corners of Zhou Yan's mouth curled up, his eyes sparkled brightly, "It suddenly occurred to me that today is June [-]th. Let me briefly celebrate your birthday."

Han Zheng was stunned immediately, speechless for a long time.

Zhou Yan frowned: "What's wrong? Isn't your birthday on June [-]th?"

"How do you know?" Han Zheng's voice was suddenly a little hoarse at this moment. He didn't sound as calm and calm as before. The eyes he looked at Zhou Yan seemed to want to snatch something from his soul, which was too deep, " I didn't tell you."

Zhou Yan laughed exaggeratedly, showing his delicate white teeth: "Who told me to be smart? Look at your WeChat account or WeChat name, you can guess 'HZ0605'!"

HZ0605?

Han Zheng snorted: "Your ability to associate is rich enough."

Zhou Yan smiled: "You haven't celebrated your birthday yet, right? Just live with me."

"I never celebrate my birthday."

Han Zheng looked at him with no hint of a joke on his face, and added: "My parents and Feifei's parents both died in a car accident on June [-]th."

This is a very regrettable and incomprehensible thing. At that time, he was still young and didn't remember anything, and now that so many years have passed, if he thinks about it occasionally, he won't feel sad.

It's just that he doesn't want to celebrate his birthday on this day because of emotion and reason.So Mr. Qin, who knew his temperament well since he was a child, never mentioned this matter.

Zhou Yan accidentally poked the other person's sore spot, and did something bad with good intentions, showing embarrassment: "I'm sorry. I... shouldn't pretend to be smart."

His voice was apologetic, and he looked a little disappointed, his pupils, which were bright just now, were a little dim now.When Han Zheng thought of Zhou Yan's joy and joy, "seeking praise" and "patting his head" just a moment ago, rippling appeared in his heart, and he softened most of it.

His lips moved, and he stretched out his hand: "Bring it."

Zhou Yan was taken aback for a while, but Han Zheng didn't react for a while, Han Zheng smiled, and directly reached out to take the paper box in his hand.

His palm was large, dry and warm.When touching Zhou Yan's fingers, there was a faint tingling feeling.Zhou Yan's brain short-circuited, and he rubbed Han Zheng's palm with his fingertips.

At that moment, Han Zheng's palm shrank sharply.

"Ahem." Han Zheng's ears were a little red, he retracted the hand holding the cake box, and then opened the box.

A very simple fruit ice cream cake without too many decorations, but it looks very delicious.

There was an open-air wooden table outside the bakery, and Zhou Yan and Han Zheng sat down.Zhou Yan took out a plastic cake knife from the carton, and was about to cut it, when Han Zheng suddenly stopped.

Zhou Yan asked, "What's wrong?"

Han Zheng didn't answer, but silently inserted a candle next to it, then took out a lighter from his pocket and lit it.

"It's my first birthday." His expression was a little unnatural, "I don't quite understand..."

Zhou Yan seldom saw Han Zheng like this. Without the usual heavy mask and his maturity and indifference, he would be nervous and bewildered, just like an ignorant and reckless teenager in his middle school days.

But no matter when Han Zheng was, in his eyes, he was extremely real and vivid, with flesh and blood.

He likes them all.

"Brother Zheng, happy birthday! Before blowing out the candles, make a wish."

Zhou Yan looked at Han Zheng like a gentle little beast, which gave Han Zheng an instant urge to get close and intimate.

"I don't have any wishes..."

"How can there be no wishes? I wish I could make ten wishes every year on birthdays and festivals. It's another matter whether they come true." Zhou Yan helped him think a few times, "You can wish the old man to live a long life, Qin Feifei You must pass the exam, you will give birth to a precious son..."

As soon as Zhou Yan said the word "zi", Han Zheng immediately gave him a cold look, causing him to almost bite his tongue.

Han Zheng's so-called "making a wish" took five seconds, opening and closing his eyes, Zhou Yan wondered if he was just perfunctory.

After blowing out the candles, Han Zheng cut the cake himself, gave the big one to Zhou Yan, and took the small one himself: "Eat more, I'll get a stomachache if I eat too much."

"Oh."

Han Zheng has a serious stomach problem and cannot eat sweet and greasy food.Zhou Yan actually couldn't eat much, but he bought the cake himself, and it was Han Zheng's birthday today, so it was really hard to slap him in the face, so he had to bite the bullet and stuff it.

Han Zheng ate less and ate quickly. After eating, he watched Zhou Yan eat bite by bite in great pain. After the last bite, he hiccupped indistinctly. Creamy..."

Han Zheng couldn't help laughing, and reached out his hand to wipe off the cream from the corner of Zhou Yan's mouth.

Zhou Yan was dumbfounded, staring at him like an idiot.The two looked at each other strangely, and according to the thickness of their skin, their faces became hot to varying degrees.

This is too fucking torturous! ! !

Zhou Yan wanted to run away desperately.

After a while, Han Zheng took out his mobile phone to send a text message.

It took too long to send this text message, it was embarrassingly long.

Zhou Yan called Han Zheng: "Brother Zheng."

"Yeah." Han Zheng didn't look up.

He cleared his throat: "You just talked to me about something. I'm listening."

Han Zheng raised his head.

When the evening wind blew, the hair on Zhou Yan's forehead was disheveled, and his face was a bit blurred under the coming night.The smell in the air carries the unique warmth of early summer.

Han Zheng showed a gentle smile: "You told me last time that you like men." He squinted his eyes like a cat, "Do you like me?"

This question was caught off guard, Han Zheng's questioning method was superb, and he asked quite courageously, and Zhou Yan was very timid at certain times, like a little quail.

Thinking back carefully, in the tent that day, Zhou Yan's words were at most "out/cabinet", and he didn't mention Han Zheng at all, which was far from the word "confession", but at this moment When asked by Han Zheng, the interrogative sentence suddenly became a veritable rhetorical question.

- "Don't you like me?"

Zhou Yan felt that he had misjudged Han Zheng in the past. Not only was he cold and deep on the surface, but his mind was also unfathomable. The step he took first, now felt as if he was holding it tightly in his hands. .

The road he has traveled in life is not long, but it is more tortuous than many of his peers.He suffered a lot, in the mud pit, in the shadow of swords and swords, and finally fought his own way; he crawled out, exhausted, no matter how difficult it was to stand upright.

He thought that he had no one in his life and nothing to count on, but he didn't know whether God treated him too well or too badly, so he met Han Zheng.

His fate was originally firmly nailed to the wall by a needle, but now the needle is loose, but his fate is also in jeopardy and will fall down at any time.

He has nothing left to lose, if he really falls, he will be smashed to pieces.

"I like you."

That answer doesn't really matter, because whatever it is, it doesn't change certain established facts.Zhou Yan didn't understand why Han Zheng suddenly asked him this question, just like he didn't understand, Han Zheng's attitude towards him was obviously thousands of miles away, but in some small gestures he showed intimacy and ambiguity.

Or is it that Han Zheng, as a straightforward person, can't realize that a small gesture of his own can make Zhou Yan feel distracted? !

Zhou Yan slapped himself on the face, lowered his head to cover his eyes, and supported his head with one hand: "Hey, why are you so embarrassing..."

The wrists of both hands were suddenly grasped, and the rough calluses on the palms rubbed against his skin. Zhou Yan was startled, and wanted to put his hands down, but the other party's hand was so strong that he couldn't move a single bit.

It was getting dark quickly, they sat in a small corner, and no one noticed the slightest movement here.

Han Zheng's face was only a few centimeters away from Zhou Yan's. His warm breath was sprayed between Zhou Yan's nostrils. It was so hot that Zhou Yan felt as if he was about to suffocate.

Zhou Yan's slightly moist lips moved, Han Zheng's throat tightened suddenly, he closed his eyes, and opened them again as if he had made some difficult decision.

It was an overly forceful kiss. From the moment it invaded the city and plundered the land, it was tough and aggressive, without any tenderness, as if it was simply venting an emotion.

Anger, resignation, sadness, complete loss of reason...

Zhou Yan opened his eyes and saw Han Zheng like that.

The despair in his eyes made Zhou Yan's heart ache, and he wanted to reach out and hug him.

Han Zheng let go of Zhou Yan's wrist a long time ago, so Zhou Yan really hugged Han Zheng logically.

After an unknown amount of time, Han Zheng moved and gently stroked his back. Zhou Yan let go of him, and their eyes collided again, their faces flushing at the same time.

The atmosphere was eerie.

After Zhou Yan calmed down, he lowered his head and looked at the pitch-black ground, his voice a little helpless: "It's weird that we are like this."

"What's wrong?" Han Zheng frowned.

Zhou Yan looked up at him, his pupils became darker in the dark night.

Some words no longer need to be clarified.

Han Zheng suddenly raised the corners of his mouth and laughed, then he clasped his index finger and thumb together, and flicked Zhou Yan's forehead.

Zhou Yan cried out in pain, and Han Zheng laughed even more.

"I don't like girls either." He said, suddenly suppressed his smile, and looked at him calmly, "So tell me, what's wrong with us like this...?"

His tone was lazy and gentle, like a ditty coming from afar in the dark night.

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