unattainable cuteness

You are such a lovely person and you deserve the best, and I wish I were.

——Wang Xiaobo

01

On the Mid-Autumn Festival on August [-]th, the moon hangs high in the autumn sky.

Although it is a day full of antiquity, it is submerged in the busy life of modern people and has become ordinary.

For the snack street that is always accompanied by fireworks and lights, it is nothing more than more drunk diners than before.

It was just after ten o'clock, the peak of the daily business.

There are queues in front of all the shops, especially the one at the end of the street called "Shen Ji Niuhe" which is the most lively.

The orange-red open flame heated the iron pan very hot, boiling the oil just filled in instantly.

Saute the garlic until fragrant, add the freshly marinated beef slices, and then serve with dark soy sauce, oyster sauce, etc., the fragrant smell spreads instantly.

The two girls who finally got in line were very excited, partly because Niuhe was attractive, and partly because Chao Niuhe's brother was very handsome.

Although he is only wearing the simplest white vest and jeans, and his hair is slightly unkempt, he is tall and long-legged, and has just the right muscles. With some shiny beads of sweat, he is even more delicious than a plate of food. Got the girls' attention.

"Is it very hot, I invite you to drink milk tea." One of the girls handed over the iced drink she just bought.

"It's okay, no need." Chao Niuhe's elder brother curled his lips, but Danfeng's eyes were cold, obviously belonging to a not-so-warm temperament.

After the rice noodles turned golden, he picked up the heavy iron pot with one hand and asked, "Pack it?"

"If you want to eat in the store, there is no place." The girl complained coquettishly: "Brother, why don't you find us a seat."

The handsome guy looked back at the shop which was full of seats, and smiled helplessly: "I can't help it, please be early tomorrow."

At this moment, suddenly a very young man with a mustache ran back, took the packing box and said, "Brother Chen, I'm done, thank you for taking over."

"If your girlfriend is pressing hard, I'll let you go on vacation, and I'll do the job." The handsome guy finally got away, and took a tissue to wipe his neck.

"No, she's having dinner with her family. Valentine's Day and Qixi Festival are fine. If we celebrate Mid-Autumn Festival together, my wallet won't be able to bear it." Mustache complained, packed Niuhe neatly, and turned around to ask : "I put the noodles and eggs you asked me to pack in a bag for you."

"Thank you." The handsome guy was obviously not a talkative person. After putting on a crumpled plaid shirt, he carried his things and disappeared on the street surrounded by fireworks.

His figure is pleasing to the eye because of his toned muscles, but his long legs move rather slowly and awkwardly.

The girl who delivered the milk tea watched it off curiously, and then asked, "Isn't that your master here?"

"It's Boss Shen, isn't it?" Mustache smiled and pointed to the "Shen Ji Niuhe" sign above his head, acting extraordinarily talkative: "It seems that Brother Shen has captured two more fans, and he can share some luck with me anytime soon." .”

"Stop pretending, you just said you have a girlfriend." The girl said, "What luck do you want? Hurry up and hand over the rice noodles!"

"Hmph, you're lucky, Brother Shen's craftsmanship is delicious." Mustache proudly handed over the packing box, and then greeted the guests behind: "Hello, what do you want?"

-

It was a fine autumn night, but for some reason, it started to rain suddenly.

Shen Mu's legs would be aching in this season, and his walking speed would naturally be slower.

He was afraid that the water would wet the food bag, so he carefully hid it in his plaid shirt and hugged it.

After all, it is the material used to cook longevity noodles, so it should not be ruined casually.

Dark clouds cover the moon, misty rain is flying.

The warmth of being in the busy city just now gradually receded from the body and the bottom of my heart.

How time flies, seven years have passed since the first time I cooked this birthday egg noodle.

Of course, there are not many seven years in life.

Every seven years can change everything.

Shen Mu lowered his beautiful eyelashes that were stained with raindrops, tremblingly took out a cheap cigarette from his trouser pocket and lit it casually.

He suddenly realized that he couldn't remember the facial features of that person, he only remembered that two poached eggs and three drops of spicy oil should be added to the noodles.

Life, how do you end up with only these little details?

Shen Mu supported his stiff legs, and finally approached the apartment building where he had lived for a long time. Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the top of his head was brightly illuminated by silent lightning.

He didn't like the weather, so he narrowed his eyes in discomfort.

Unexpectedly, after the lightning passed, a tall figure appeared at the door of the apartment building.

The most familiar and most unfamiliar figure.

Realizing that Shen Mu's hand holding the cigarette froze instantly, and his heart stopped beating.

It was so strange that he could no longer piece together a complete memory in his memory.

Lightning flashed overhead again.

The smoke fell into the rain without even splashing.

Shen Mu finally got used to the change of light and shadow, and gradually saw the face of the comer clearly.

With haughty eyebrows and dark pupils, just looking at each other is like falling into a dream from which you cannot wake up.

Some of his thin and beautifully shaped lips resembled his alluring mother, and a few inappropriate smiles were revealed, which became the only warmth in this rainy night.

I've finally matured, so mature that I can hardly recognize it...

Shen Mu stood dazedly in the rain that was falling more and more, his handsome face was drenched in a mess, his long eyelashes dripping water hid the sadness in those slender eyes, but he couldn't hide the emotion of his comeback.

The man who was waiting at the entrance of the building was only wearing a white shirt and trousers. Seeing this, he immediately opened the suitcase and reached out to open the huge black umbrella.

His arm showed a glaring scar in the action, but it was not taken seriously.

The man approached Shen Mu step by step, and finally blocked the torrential rain above his head, as if blocking the irresistible pain, and then revealed a trace of helplessness suppressing his excitement, and asked softly: "You...you don't recognize me anymore ?"

Shen Mu's face was so pale that it would shatter into pieces when he touched it. He took a deep breath, and finally spoke out in his choked voice: "You came out? Isn't it three years?"

The man showed a disapproving smile like he did when he was young: "Behave well."

Who wants to greet him in the next moment, not a surprise greeting and a longing kiss, but a hard punch without saving any effort.

All the ingredients in Shen Mu's arms fell to the ground, and he withdrew from the umbrella, shouting at the top of his lungs in a voice that didn't suit him: "Why plead guilty! Why go to jail! Why! You promised that I would stick to it! You I swore that if you give in, you will never come to see me again! Get out! Don't appear in front of me!"

I wanted to say these words a long time ago, but never had the chance.

Not shouting at this moment is like giving away a long and anxious confession.

He didn't cry bitterly, but his expression was distorted to the point that he was even more out of control than crying, like a broken machine that had been stagnant for too long and could no longer function normally.

What a fragile creature man is, when he spends his only good time on bad luck, no one can be strong.

Holding his bloody lips, the man replied coldly, "I broke my promise, but I want to see you. Even if I die, I have to die by your side."

"Qin Shen..." Shen Mu read out the name that almost melted in his heart, shook his head blankly, then slowly squatted down on the ground, picked up the eggs and vegetables in the rain, and put them into the bag little by little.

Qin Shen also squatted down on one knee, picked up the dirty noodles and said, "Today is my birthday, you haven't forgotten that I promised to cook longevity noodles for me every year, but I have only eaten one bowl until now. .”

Shen Mu held the vegetable leaves tightly with his fair fingers, then put them away, and said softly: "I'm different from you, I will do what I say, I cooked the noodles, but you didn't come to eat."

Qin Shen firmly grasped his wrist: "I want to eat this year, and I want to eat every year in the future. Are you still willing to cook for me?"

The weather forecast did not say that it would rain today, but the dark sky overhead seemed to be leaking, and the heavy rain poured down like a flood, pouring hard into the city, and falling on the black umbrella with a loud noise that covered all the voices of the heart .

-

Older buildings often emit dampness on cloudy days.

The distraught Shen Mu opened the door on the first floor, hesitated before turning on the light to make way.

Of course his clothes were soaked through, and Qin Shen, who was holding an umbrella, was not much better.

The black umbrella was still dripping with water, so the well-educated Young Master Qin couldn't let it be put aside at will.

"Leave it there, it doesn't matter." Shen Mu's mind was blank so far, he said this sentence dryly, and put the plastic bag on the table.

Finally, the sound of the security door closing came from behind.

No recollection, no communication.

In the next second, Shen Mu, who was still shaking from the autumn rain, was hugged compulsively.

Qin Shen looks taller than before, and after seven years of suffering, he is no longer a delicate and noble son.

He almost savagely tore off Shen Mu's plaid shirt, then pulled off his wet pants, and pushed the person he missed onto the dining table.

Shen Mu's white vest was pulled up to his chest, and he was furious because of the malicious and provocative kneading by the other party: "Are you crazy! Let go! Is this what you came to find me for? Then you might as well continue to go to jail and be a prisoner for the rest of your life." !"

Mugs and plates at the table were smashed to the floor.

But Qin Shen didn't intend to back down at all, instead he threw Shen Mu onto the sofa, brushed off the annoying and wet bangs on his forehead, pressed down heavily and kissed his cursing lips, and said vaguely: "I'm here to do this I'm here to live with you!"

Shen Mu's breathing was completely out of control, the pain in his heart and the bewilderment in front of him forced him to choke like drowning.

Only then did Qin Shen hold his face a little away, and said softly, "Don't cry, Bai Jinbo is dead, they are all going to die, and no one can separate us."

"Crying for your mother!" Shen Mu raised his hand and it was a slap in the face. He had never tolerated Qin Shen's waywardness, and now he couldn't tolerate Qin Shen's willfulness even more. Now that we are finally able to meet each other, how on earth can we only think about sex like an animal in heat, and can't even speak a human language.

Qin Shen was not angry, touched his face and smiled, "You really haven't changed at all."

He still wore the silver ring on his ring finger. The old silver was dull and did not match the genetically sound, musician-like hand at all.

But he still wore it, clasping the flesh deeply, as if he couldn't take it off.

Shen Mu broke down and struggled to pull his shirt: "It has nothing to do with you if I change or not! You have nothing to say to me, you are about to go to bed, okay, then let me fuck you, this is what you owe me !"

But as the shirt was unbuttoned, Qin Shen revealed deep and shallow scars on his muscles.

Some of the colors had faded, but still glared like ugly bugs.

In Shen Mu's impression, this person is obviously still the young man who grew up in a greenhouse.

It turns out that time really escaped with too many encounters.

Qin Shen touched Shen Mu's hand and intertwined his fingers little by little: "In the beginning, of course Bai Jinbo hoped for my death, so it was inevitable that she would suffer some crimes, but it turned out that she couldn't do it herself. This was left a long time ago. In fact, the past two years have not been bad for me.”

Shen Mu still didn't come to his senses, the beauty and pride he had hidden in his heart about Qin Shen suddenly shattered like a distorting mirror, and behind the grotesque fragments was the truth that he hadn't dared to imagine for a day in seven years.

The tears that I held back all night, no... more than 500 days and nights, suddenly fell down.

The author has something to say: After careful consideration, I decided to update this story first

The inspiration for the story is my dream in a rainy night. After waking up, the memory is still fresh, so I wrote it. I hope that lovely people will be loved by others. After reading it, everyone will be touched:)