Pastel Colors

Day0618:00pm

He Zhiyuan got off work in the middle of the night, did twelve sets of bench presses in the company gym as usual, drove home smelling of sweat, took a simple hot shower, then picked up a towel, wiped his hair, and went to the kitchen to pour wine.

The weather was cold, and he wanted something hot, so he took out the soup pot and cinnamon, cut a few slices of fresh oranges, and started to cook orange wine.

There was no one else in the house. He didn't wear a nightgown, but only a pair of dark gray underwear. His upper body was bare, revealing the muscular muscles of his arms, chest and abdomen.The two long legs stand straight, showing smooth and sexy lines.

During the five-year gap period, He Zhiyuan has always maintained the habit of exercising regularly.Exercise is great for your health, but it also has its downside—it boosts the hormones that keep your libido high.He Zhiyuan is busy with work and has no time for love. He has a body with unlimited energy, but he has no bed partner who is physically compatible to share happiness with.

After a busy day, he will always feel lonely when he stays at night.

Inner self-discipline, body hunger and thirst - this is the true portrayal of He Zhiyuan at present.He was like a firecracker locked in a safe. It was obvious that hot oil was poured on the primer, and it would catch fire at once, but it could only make a muffled sound of frustration.

He didn't know when he could fall in love again, and he didn't know if he would get married in this life.

Not being married means that there will never be such a warm person waiting for him to go home in the evening, preparing him for a bath and changing clothes, and giving him silent hugs and comfort.There will also be no such a person who walks out of the room after coaxing Bubu to sleep, and is pressed against the wall by him and kissed deeply.Skin against skin, muscles and bones rubbing against muscles and bones, reaching the climax together in a crazy rhythm.

He has things most people don't, such as a self-fulfilling career, respected social status and growing wealth.However, what most people have, he doesn't have.

Like family.

The red wine in the pot began to bubble, and the aroma was overflowing.He Zhiyuan poured out half a cup, returned to the living room and sat down on the sofa.The erotic reaction between the crotch has not yet disappeared, and the panties are swollen and bulging with a big bag.He looked there, and took a sip of wine helplessly.

family?

When he was young, he was fearless, traveling all over the world with a person, a car, and a shoulder bag, but now...he has reached the age of longing for stability.

The red wine was slowly bottoming out, and the laptop on the coffee table suddenly sounded a notification sound, and a message popped up in the upper right corner of the screen: Safe home! (two ha)

When He Zhiyuan saw those words, the corners of his lips raised, and his depressed mood was swept away.

Immediately after the first message was swiped away, the second message popped up on the screen: Boo Boo just took a shower and fell asleep holding a new toy, please don't worry, Dad! 【Message picture.jpg】

He Zhiyuan moved the mouse and clicked on the picture.

In the picture, Bubu is sleeping soundly on Songran's bed with a bunny doll in his arms.The little face sank into the pillow, the mouth was slightly opened, and the rabbit ears were half-bitten.His cheeks were rosy, and his jet-black broken hair stuck to his cheeks, and he looked immature and peaceful.

He Zhiyuan smiled, took out his mobile phone, and called Songran.

It was exactly six o'clock in the evening in China at this time, and Song Ran was cooking soup in the kitchen with an apple in his mouth. Seeing He Zhiyuan's phone call, he hurriedly spat out the apple and pressed the answer button.

He has always had a small obsession with the matter of "He Zhiyuan calling him on his own initiative", probably because he was hung up three times before, and his psychology was unbalanced. He always felt that Mr. He should call him three times on his own initiative. Only then can it be truly written off.

This time is the first time.

Song Ran ticked the small ledger in his fantasy, turned the flame to the darkest, ran to the living room, jumped on the sofa and sat cross-legged, and began to report today's interesting stories to He Zhiyuan.

After chatting enthusiastically for a few minutes, a new email was received on the computer, which was a compressed photo package of Happy Valley from Lin Hui.Song Ran didn't even look at it, asked for He Zhiyuan's email address, and forwarded it directly, intending to chat with him while watching, pick some of the cutest photos of Boo Boo to make a photo album, and display it at home as a decoration in the future.

The decompression progress bar quickly pushed to the end, Song Ran happily opened the folder, scanned the thumbnails, and suddenly froze, his expression became extremely awkward for a moment.

"Mr. He, I...I seem to have sent it by mistake. Please don't click on that email, delete it, and I will send you the right one later!"

Holding the mouse, he was so flustered that he didn't know where to click.

It's a pity that the Internet speed at home is too fast, he didn't finish his sentence, and the thumbnails on He Zhiyuan's screen on the other side had already started to refresh row by row.

Seeing those photos, He Zhiyuan immediately understood why Songran was nervous.

Of the more than a hundred photos, only a dozen or so of which are Bubu as the protagonist, and the remaining 90% are all Songran—Songran taken by Lin Hui with a loving lens.

In the first picture, the handsome boy looked into the distance with a smile on his lips.His eyelashes are long and slender, curling up in a curved arc, his eyes are also gentle, the pupils are filled with the dazzling sunlight, and there is a soft halo around the edge of his skin.

He Zhiyuan knew that where Songran looked at, it must be his boob.

The photo switched to the next one, Song Ran was half kneeling on the ground, and Bubu was wrapped in a big bath towel that mopped the floor and stood in front of him, his clothes and trousers were completely soaked, and there were still some stupid hairs on his head that were wet by water .Song Ran looked worried and helpless, while Bu Bu grabbed his hair and giggled at him.

A naughty child, after only being spoiled for a few days, he became so arrogant that he caused troubles for others.

He Zhiyuan laughed, and cut another sheet casually.The moment the picture jumped into his eyes, his eyes suddenly froze, and a strong hot feeling suddenly rose in his lower abdomen.

The content of the photo is very simple, only Songran's profile - he is eating an ice cream cone.

The camera is zoomed in very close, the crushed almonds and white cream stick a little on the lips, the bright red tip of the tongue sticks out and touches the edge of the vanilla ball, and a layer of cream that hasn't fallen yet melts and covers the tongue .

It's obviously just a simple movement, but it has an indescribable provocative energy.

He Zhiyuan was teased even harder.

When he realized this embarrassing situation, he looked down at his panties that had been protruded by his genitals, and was really stunned for a while.

"Mr. He, he...Mr. He?" Song Ran's voice came from the phone, "Could you have already opened it?"

"Well, it's open."

He Zhiyuan was still staring at his underwear with deep eyes.

Song Ran covered her face and broke down, "Don't!"

Lin Hui, look at what you are doing.

It’s okay if you like me, and I don’t say anything about sneaking photos of me, but shouldn’t all photos of sneaking photos be hidden, why would you send them to me?Forget it, I don't even say hello in advance, now I transfer it all to Mr. He with a flick of my hand, where do I put my old face?

Through the cracks of his fingers, Song Ran saw his radiant smiling face, and was so ashamed that he just wanted to hang up the phone.

On the other side of the dark living room, He Zhiyuan leaned on the sofa alone, raised his head, and adjusted his breathing rhythm time and time again—his lust was aroused by Song Ran's photos, and because of Song Ran's voice, he became even stronger turbulent.This was unexpected and absolutely should not have happened.

Song Ran is a man, a big boy from the neighborhood who doesn't know him very well.

This big boy is indeed cute and kind, with a warm and straightforward personality, which suits him in every way.Through the phone, they got along very happily, but he shouldn't have any bad thoughts because of this.

Because all indications are that Songran should be a straight man.

In the next second, the fingertips inadvertently swept across the touchpad, and the email page slid down a lot, and a paragraph of text hidden behind dozens of lines of spaces jumped out.

To the handsome, cute and cute Song Ran:

Although the confession was rejected, I still like you.Attached are the photos I took for you today, in various styles, poses, and expressions.As long as you post it in Moments, straight men will also be turned away!

I wish dear ketchup to find a big big French fries as soon as possible!

FromLin Hui

Straight guy, bendy, ketchup, big french fries.

The four key words jumped into view at the same time, and He Zhiyuan was almost astonished.He subconsciously pressed his nasal bone, rubbed his eye sockets, and read back and forth word by word three times before he found out the central idea of ​​Lin Hui's words.

Songran likes men.

His heart beat suddenly, as if something blocked was cleared with a shovel, and his thoughts became extremely clear.

Song Ran didn't know the existence of the text of the email, seeing that He Zhiyuan didn't reply for a long time, he thought he was really angry, and hurriedly said: "Actually, there are many photos of Boo Boo in it, if Lin Hui's is not enough, I still have some photos of Boo Boo in my phone." A lot, I...shall I send it to you now?"

However, He Zhiyuan answered irrelevantly: "That little girl confessed to you again today?"

Song Ran was taken aback: "Yes, yes."

How did you know?

"Are you promised?"

Song Ran shook his head: "No answer."

He Zhiyuan paused, then asked again: "She really seems to like you, why didn't she think about it?"

Song Ran didn't understand why the topic turned to Lin Hui, rubbed her hands together nervously, and explained: "She's cute, there's nothing wrong with her, I didn't agree to date her mainly because...uh, because ...I, I am..."

He faltered, "I" held back for a long time but didn't come up with a result.

He Zhiyuan asked this series of questions originally out of selfish intentions to lure Songran to come out of the closet, but when he saw Songran struggling, he immediately couldn't bear it.He could imagine how much pressure he would bear to come out of the closet and how much psychological preparation he had to make in advance. He felt it was too cruel to push Song Ran into the dilemma of "lying or coming out" in just a few seconds.

"Song Ran, I'm sorry, this is your private matter, I shouldn't cross the line without authorization." He Zhiyuan said, "You don't need to answer, let's change the subject and talk about the amusement park."

Song Ran said softly, "No, Mr. He, this matter... I should have confessed to you earlier."

His body stiffened for a while, his fingers gripped the pillow, almost piercing the linen, and his eyes closed in fear.After contemplating for a long time, he bit the bullet, gritted his teeth and said, "I don't accept Lin Hui's confession because I don't have feelings for girls..."

He Zhiyuan's heart tightened when he heard it: "Songran, is that what I understand? You like..."

"I like the same sex. Mr. He, I'm gay."

After saying this, Song Ran fell backwards into the sofa like a broken rubber band, and covered his eyes with the back of his hand in dejection.

Again.

Again, he said things that didn't need to be said at all.

Only two days after his relationship with Mr. He recovered, he lost control again and took the initiative to reveal the deepest secret.The first dispute was a trivial matter, nothing more than an emotional issue, and Mr. He had already tolerated him generously.But this time, Mr. He may not be broad-minded enough to tolerate him being gay.

Why do you have to tell the truth?

There are so many reasons for rejecting girls, lack of acquaintance, incompatibility in personality, different ideas, all of them are justified, even a sweet taste and a spicy taste can be used as a shield.Isn't it easy to just find a reason to prevaricate?

Song Ran held the pillow in her arms, her fingertips trembled, her heart was flustered, and she didn't dare to listen to He Zhiyuan's reply on the phone.After a while, he forced himself to face the facts, put the receiver back to his ear, and managed to catch a few words.

But it doesn't hurt.

He Zhiyuan said in a gentle tone: "Songran, I know that the proportion of homosexuals in the crowd is about 7%, but around me, this proportion seems to be strangely high. When I was studying in school, my roommates, teaching assistants, and mentors I was gay. Later I started my business. There were five people in the initial team, three of whom were gay. Now I’ve moved back to China and met a little neighbor who got along well, who happened to be gay too. Do you think we are destined?"

These words were spoken quietly and peacefully, without any unpleasantness.

Song Ran could tell that Mr. He was trying to comfort him. He was so moved that he wanted to cry, his throat was wet, and he didn't dare to answer a long sentence, so he whispered, "Mmm."

He Zhiyuan smiled: "Why, it sounds like I'm about to cry...Afraid that I'll dislike you because of this?"

"Well, I'm a little scared."

He Zhiyuan laughed again: "It seems that I need to introduce a person to you. This person is called Carl Kraus. He is my friend in Berkeley for nine years. He is the same sex as you, and he participates in the San Francisco Rainbow parade. He was single during his freshman and sophomore years, so he pulled me to act as his "same-sex partner". Taking this as an opportunity, I participated in dozens of LGBT activities in those two years, worked as a volunteer, and I didn’t know much about this group before, but after I made many friends with diverse sexual orientations, I gradually realized that everyone’s nature and choices are worthy of respect, and I will not hold any sexual orientation. Have Stereotype."

"Rainbow Parade...I've heard of this." Song Ran said, "Everyone of them is very brave, they encourage each other, they freely admit their sexuality, and they are not afraid of other people's eyes."

He Zhiyuan smiled and said, "Songran, you are also very brave."

"No, no, I'm not brave at all." Song Ran shook his head repeatedly, "Actually, I regretted it as soon as I finished speaking, and felt that I shouldn't tell the truth at all, and I should make up some other reason to lie to you, I... I am A very cowardly person."

He Zhiyuan shook his head, and said lightly: "It is more important than being brave to protect yourself. This is prudence, not cowardice. The burden on everyone's shoulders is different. Some people come out boldly because the environment they live in is tolerant enough. If you risk being hurt by coming out, you don’t have to force yourself to do it, especially with someone other than your loved ones. Safety always comes first, remember?”

"En, um." Song Ran pursed her lips, couldn't help rubbing her face against the phone, and whispered softly, "Mr. He, you are so kind."

This unknowingly coquettish expression directly made He Zhiyuan shudder, his ears tingled, and his body reacted even more violently.He stretched out his hand and pressed the center of his eyebrows, the expression on his face was a little helpless at first, but then he simply smiled.

Song Ran's unintentional teasing, he really has no resistance at all.

Song Ran, who had succeeded in countering the teasing, was also not feeling well at this time.

He lay barefoot on the sofa, his skin was slightly cold, and he still felt a little unbearable emptiness. He hugged the pillow tightly but couldn't satisfy it.

Mr. He's comforting words are like a warm and trustworthy teddy bear, which makes him sink into it relaxedly, and regard it as a reliable harbor, enjoying the feeling of being tolerated and protected.

It would be great if Mr. He wasn't on the phone.

If Mr. He is in front of him, he must let go of the pillow and ask for a comforting hug. Only when his skin is close to each other can he feel full of heart.