if still you

It was pitch black outside the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the airport, and the plane was delayed again due to heavy wind and rain.

A few sparrows flew in from the waiting hall of Changshui Airport, and a kid wearing a light blue mask was chasing the sparrows in front of Jing Qi, running around.

The corners of the child's bright yellow shirt flew up, forming a sharp contrast with Jing Qi's lifeless heart.

Jing Qi propped a laptop in front of him, his slender fingers fluttered over the keyboard, and continued to complete the project research report needed for the company's meeting the next day.

He occasionally took off the frameless myopia glasses with thin lenses, rubbed the center of his brows, raised his head and raised his eyelids, dripped two drops of anti-fatigue eye drops, and gently closed and opened his long pretty eyelashes with fine drops of water.

Then he continued to type like a machine with his head down, his neck bent very low, and a section of fair neck was exposed on the collar of his light blue shirt.

After typing on the keyboard for another half an hour, Jing Qi straightened up, stroking the back of his neck with his palms, kneading vigorously to relieve fatigue.

Jing Qi likes to let Ye Jingran spread his thumb and index finger, grab his long neck from behind, and push him to move forward quickly.He straightened his neck, leaned back slightly, and leaned comfortably against Ye Jingran's broad and powerful tiger's mouth.

Taking out the phone from his trouser pocket, Jing Qi tapped the phone screen a few times with his slender, fair fingers, and a long list of delay messages popped out.

Habitually open WeChat, click on the avatar at the top.

The head portrait is an oil painting, tall and golden ginkgo trees stand facing the sun, with bright colors.Jing Qi drew this painting and gave it to Ye Jingran when he was in the third year of high school, and now it looks like a glaring mockery.

Ye Jingran doesn't use WeChat anymore, he hasn't posted on Moments for three years, his avatar or name hasn't changed, and he's still called soul.

It's also possible that he blocked himself, Jing Qi thought to himself, staring at the blank dialog box.

After several rounds of mobile phone replacements, the information that used to fill the screen is gone. I knew I should take a screenshot and save it. When I have nothing to do, I can take it out and look through it, such as now.

The airport announcement urges to board the plane: Please go to Wushi passengers, Ye Jingran, Ye Jingran, to board the plane at gate 13 immediately. Your China Eastern Airlines flight MU7766 will take off soon, and the boarding gate will be closed immediately. Please board the plane at gate 13 immediately.

China Eastern Airlines MU7766, Jing Qi was in a daze, mechanically took out his ticket and took a look, it was CZ2457 of China Southern Airlines.

He clearly knew that the suspicion, nervousness and bewilderment at this moment were not because of hearing the flight, but because of that person's name, and he couldn't react except staring at the flight information on his ticket.

The blood all over his body was frozen, he couldn't think, he couldn't move.

The air ticket in his hand was shaking, shaking faster and faster, with his elbows resting on his knees, shaking uncontrollably, and even his legs and knees were shaking.

Only a figure squatted in front of him, stretched out a broad hand, and took the ticket from him.

Jing Qi came back to his senses, and raised his thin eyelids, where the light blue veins could be clearly seen, as if he couldn't believe it. His eyes were filled with tears, and the eye sockets finally couldn't hold the moist water drops. A big tear slipped off.

A hand with a man's unique smell of rough tobacco caressed Jing Qi's face, and pressed away the tear with his thumb.

Ye Jingran came back and squatted in front of him, wiping away his tears.

"I'm going to change the ticket," Ye Jingran returned the ticket to Jing Qi, "Don't move, wait for me here."

The back figure hurriedly walking towards the duty counter is tall and straight, with a standard inverted triangle shape, long straight legs, light gray shirt sleeves rolled up twice casually, revealing strong forearms, navy blue trousers without a trace of crease, along the strong and narrow The waist is down, wrapping the upturned buttocks.

Three years no see, still charming.

They met for 10 years, fell in love for 10 days, and then separated for three years.

They met at the age of 12 and separated at the age of 22. Jing Qi forgot whether they broke up or said goodbye.

From the day Ye Jingran left the country, they completely cut off contact.Ye Jingran dug a hole in Jing Qi's heart, and no one came to fill it.

They fell in love for 10 days, just 240 hours, they didn't go out, and they didn't even get out of bed, Jing Qi can remember it for a lifetime.

Every time I recall it, Jing Qi's lack of self-confidence will deepen. Maybe it really can't be counted as love, just a bed partner, a bed partner for 10 days.

Otherwise, he would go away for three years without hearing from him.

......

Twenty minutes later, Ye Jingran came back, like a sharp sword with a ray of light, and pierced Jing Qi's heart that had spent all his efforts to pretend to be calm again.

Helping Jing Qi close the notebook, stuff it into a 20-inch silver suitcase, "Password 3111?" After closing the box, Ye Jingran raised his head and asked Jing Qi.

"Ah."

Putting the box aside, Ye Jingran sat on Jing Qi's left side as if he had never left, grabbed his hand, and rubbed it in his big hand.

This is Jing Qi's fate and weakness, as long as Ye Jingran holds him in both hands, he doesn't know how to struggle.

Ignoring the strange eyes of the passengers sitting across from him, Ye Jingran put his hand to his lips, and kissed him one finger at a time.

......

The first-class passengers got off the plane first, and Ye Jingran was waiting for Jing Qi at the corridor bridge.He grabbed the suitcase lever from Jing Qi's hand, held the suitcase with his left hand, and Jing Qi with his right hand.

Someone picked up the plane, and Ye Jingran took Jing Qi's hand and got into the black commercial vehicle.

"Where's your luggage?" After being silent all the way, Jing Qi said the first sentence after meeting.

"I don't have any luggage, so I just brought a wallet and a mobile phone." Ye Jingran pulled Jing Qi to sit in the last row.

The imported business car was spacious and stable, Ye Jingran squeezed Jing Qi into the corner of the car seat, took off his glasses, pinched his sharp chin, and parked his slightly dry lips very close to him.

But instead of kissing Jing Qi's soft, thin and sweet lips, he kissed the tip of his nose, as carefully as a dragonfly touches water.

Then go to kiss Jingqi's eyes, feel his trembling and curly eyelashes, then his forehead, earlobe, neck...

Jing Qi pushes back a few times, the smell in his nose is a little strange, mixed with the faint green smell of tobacco.

Ye Jingran doesn't smoke, Jing Qi remembers it very clearly, at least he didn't smoke three years ago.

"Little Flag," Ye Jingran hugged him into his arms, and put his lips against Jing Qi's neck, "I smoked before I saw you, you don't like the smell of smoke, I dare not kiss you, wait until I get home, After brushing my teeth..."

"Go home?" Jing Qi seemed to have heard a joke, "Whose home?"

"Go back to my house, don't leave, stay at my house," Ye Jingran hugged him and did not let go, "Return the house you rented."

Ye Jingran knew that he rented a house, knew that he was on a business trip, and knew all the news about him, but he just didn't contact him, leaving him struggling in loneliness. After he gave everything with his heart and soul, he was thrown away like a broken toy. Gloomy in the discarded inferiority complex.

"What's the matter? This time you're going back to China to have fun with me?" Jing Qi listened to the panting in his ear, like a satirical opera.

......

Jing Qi felt that he was already a dead person, and died at the turn of spring and summer three years ago.

The turn of spring and summer is the best season in that city, warm and moist, full of the fragrance of gardenias and green leaves.

At that time, Jing Qi and Ye Jingran demanded each other every day, lingering, seeing, caressing, kissing, embracing, trembling.

Calling each other's names when they were most confused and infatuated, Jing Qi was on Ye Jingran's body, his neck and chest were all red, his head was tilted back, and his sharp Adam's apple was rolling, showing a fascinating line.

Jing Qi yelled clearly over and over again to love you, miss you, give it to me, don't go, you are mine... Every time at this time, Ye Jingran turned his head away, got rid of the red and swollen lips he was biting wantonly, raised his neck, Frowning tightly, he bit his Adam's apple and throbbing artery on the side of his neck, and said viciously, "Little sao, I really want to eat you in one bite."

Ye Jingran never swears, except when sleeping with Jing Qi.

The fierce-looking face only blooms when it sees the red corners of Jing Qi's eyes, melting into a jar of red bayberry wine.

Jing Qi leaned down and pressed Ye Jingran's firm shoulders against his eyes. There were many drops of water from the corners of his eyes. He didn't know whether it was tears or sweat. Every time, Ye Jing got wet, in exchange for a stormy, more manic expression. Pull and hit.

The parting was just around the corner, and they were lingering to death, wanting to spend the rest of their days at once.

In 10 days, Ye Jingran will be leaving, and the flight ticket is scheduled for June 6st, Australia, and the whole family will immigrate.

June 6st, what a day. After falling in love, they haven't even had a decent holiday together.

Jing Qi knew clearly from the beginning that they would not have festivals, only catastrophes.

But he can't control himself, even if it's not 10 days, but only 5 days, 1 day, 10 minutes, 5 minutes, he is still willing to change a kiss, because the other party is Ye Jingran, who has been thinking about it since Jing Qi was young. Ye Jingran who has passed countless times.

After every madness, the pain in Jing Qi's heart became more intense. On one side was the crazy and sweet possession in front of him, and on the other side was the upcoming long-term parting that I am afraid we will never see each other again.

The more sweetness accumulates, the closer the parting is, and Jing Qi is on the verge of collapse.

His nightmare was full of boundless darkness and coldness, and a huge and deep black hole stared at him wordlessly.

Whenever he wakes up from such a dream, Jing Qi will shrink into Ye Jingran's arms, wrap his arms around, and hug Ye Jingran's back tightly. , wanting to imprint Ye Jingran's body odor all over his body.

Ye Jingran would sometimes be out of breath by him, frowning and half-opening his eyes, looking for Jing Qi's breath to find the soft and sweet lips, sucking. Sucking. Licking. Smacking.

Sometimes Jing Qi would fall asleep softly again, breathing evenly and gently.

More often, shallow kisses bring greater anxiety, and you have to use wrapping and entering to be completely appeased.

"I love you, Ye Jingran." Whenever Jing Qi said this in Ye Jingran's ear, Ye Jingran remained silent for a long time.

"You are so honest, Ye Jingran." Jing Qi shook his head and smiled wryly, "Can't you even lie to me once, say you love me once?"

Ye Jingran pressed him firmly under him, flames rose from his thick black eyes, he bit Jing Qi's teasingly thin lips, his thin and fair shoulders, and his hot pink earlobes.

In the early morning of the next day, Ye Jingran would get up early, make Jing Qi his favorite shrimp skin ravioli, boil a cup of milk, and then sit on the side of the bed, looking carefully at the sleeping Jing Qi, making his eyes sore, and watching from the bottom of his heart. You can't get to the bottom.

Jing Qi's delicate face was nestled in the fluffy gray-blue silk quilt, and her pink lips were slightly pouting and opened a little bit, as well-behaved as a baby.

At this time, Ye Jingran would feel a rare burst of distress, and would not want to touch him.

He also regretted that he shouldn't have been touched, never should have touched him in the first place.

In Ye Jingran's heart, Jing Qi is like a pink and pure angel. From the first time he saw Jing Qi 10 years ago, in the studio of the school, he was a young man who seriously copied a plaster statue.

The author has something to say: the product of self-entertainment, don't take it seriously, I'm afraid~