A letter from a strange man

After that day, both Zhang Hui and Jing Ling returned to their busy lives.

Jing Ling will never forget that night on the rooftop. He held Zhang Hui's arm, as if he was huddled in Zhang Hui's arms, being swayed by the other party in the silent night.

Jing Ling found that he was a little greedy for Zhang Hui's embrace, like a safe haven, but also like a destination.

He can forget everything, forget embarrassment, forget the world, can cry, can be intoxicated.

What made him sink was not only the night, but also the embrace and warmth of that person.

He felt that the relationship between him and Zhang Hui was getting closer, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. There was always a strange feeling, very hazy and vague, like the moment of confusion after waking up from a big dream, like going through thousands of years. The stability of returning home after mountains and rivers.

But he figured they were friends already, as he'd hoped so many times in the past.

He can stand beside him and talk, he can take time out of his busy life to have a meal, he can get a hug when he is vulnerable and needs comfort, he can talk to him and watch him smile to himself.

This is something that Jing Ling wanted but couldn't ask for in the past, so he is very satisfied in this state now, and he can care and share from afar.

As for the vague expectations in his heart, and the somewhat unusual air flowing between the two of them, those are things that Jing Ling dare not touch, nor dare to imagine.

He had a location scene, and he just rushed back from Linshi yesterday, because he promised Zhang Hui that he would invite him to his house tomorrow.

At that time, when he agreed, his head just got hot, but after Zhang answered, he was a little nervous and had a headache.

His wall of photos related to Zhang Hui, and the Scandinavian-style decoration similar to Zhang Hui’s rented apartment in England, he was afraid that these things would cause Zhang Hui’s discomfort, scare Zhang Hui and alienate him, Then the friend he managed to make with Zhang Hui will never be able to be again.

Jing Ling found a piece of cyan cloth and fixed it on the wall. In order not to look so obtrusive, he also glued a few ordinary photos on it that he had taken before.

After finishing these, Jing Ling sat on a chair to do post-processing. Yesterday and the day before yesterday, he went to a forest park in Linshi, which was featured in a well-known domestic magazine on natural environmental protection.

Jing Ling took a lot of natural vegetation, cute and lively animals, and the forest under the sunset, but his favorite is his own casual shots that have nothing to do with work.

When he returned to the hotel in the mountains that day, it was already dark. Jing Ling was traveling alone in the disorienting forest. He could still hear the cries of unknown animals, and he felt a little frightened. A tree root growing out of the ground stumbled.

In order to protect the equipment on his chest, he tried his best to control the direction of his fall. He landed on his back first, but luckily his head fell on a soft fallen leaf.

The heart he was carrying seemed to become extra stable. In this unknown place in the forest, he was lying on the soft ground covered with weeds and fallen leaves, looking at the dense and tall trees above his head, and the moonlight was shining through like water. The gaps between the branches and leaves sprinkled in front of his eyes, it was so beautiful.

Jing Ling suddenly remembered the moonlight when he was in college. He used to lie on the grass on the other side of the slope, looking up at the trees above his head and the distant moon, because he knew that the person he liked was sitting quietly on the other side of the slope. with.

This is a secret of Zhang Hui accidentally discovered by Jing Ling. After Zhang Hui sent Meng Li back to the dormitory, he would sometimes come here to sit and sit. This is an undeveloped space in the school. Almost no one came.

Jing Ling quietly followed Zhang Hui here, he didn't know what Zhang Hui wanted to do, but he found that Zhang Hui hardly did anything, just stared at the night in a daze, as if thinking about something, as if thinking about nothing.

He often leans on this side of the slope, listening to the rhythm of Zhang Hui's breathing, controlling his breathing so that he will not find himself, and he listens silently and earnestly, as if this will bring him closer.

This might be Zhang Hui's secret base, Jing Ling broke in a little embarrassed, but he didn't bother him, just wanted to get closer to him, so that his boring life would have some hope.

At that time, he lived by the rules, living the most simple and ordinary college life. The relationship with his classmates was no more than nodding acquaintances, and the relationship with his roommates was only a formal dinner once a semester, and there was almost no intersection in his daily life.

The only bright colors in his life are shooting the things he likes and following Zhang Hui.

He took this picture of the moonlight shining through the branches and leaves. That piece of moonlight seemed to be like Zhang Hui's feeling in his heart, seemingly far away, untouchable but so unforgettable.

Zhang Hui is his white moonlight.

This is the magic of photos. He can make the scenery and memories freeze at this moment in the passage of time and become eternal.

Even if I forgot what happened at that time, when I saw those photos, I always remember the mood at that time, as if it happened yesterday.

Jing Ling still remembered how he felt lying in the forest the day before yesterday. He integrated his mood into the filter and adjusted the most appropriate color tone, which was what he saw at that time.

In fact, some things are not what people see, partly because of people's personal factors, depending on the mood and thoughts at the moment, people's eyes will unconsciously wear different filters , this is what Jing Ling thinks is the charm of the later stage.

Jing Ling posted this group of pictures on Weibo and Instagram, with the text: "木の间を消る月の光."

It was already late when Zhang Hui finished his work, so he lay on the bed to relax and checked Jing Ling’s Weibo and Instagram feeds for a while. Jing Ling hadn’t updated her feeds for nearly a week, but just now he just swiped out Jing Ling's dynamics.

It’s a sentence in Japanese, which he can probably understand. He learned a little bit of Japanese when he was with Meng Lixun. He has to admire Jing Ling’s talent for photography. He can discover the beauty and details that ordinary people can’t see. Most people's hearts are delicate and sensitive.

He looked at the moonlight passing through the branches and leaves. It was a bit like Jing Ling's appearance, cold and distant. This may be the body he created for himself to protect himself, hiding his slender and lovely soul.

Zhang Hui always thinks of Jing Ling in his free time recently. He always feels that he is ashamed of what he did to Jing Ling. He wants to treat him better so that he can make up for him, but he is also afraid that he has not controlled himself properly. Bring unnecessary harm to Jing Ling.

But he analyzed it calmly. Recently, he has been doing things out of his control, thinking about Jing Ling uncontrollably, searching for him in the crowd uncontrollably, and inviting people to dance uncontrollably. that dance.

Zhang Hui felt a little bit of danger, he vaguely felt the meaning behind that danger, but he was still irresistibly attracted by that danger.

He suddenly received a location and house number from Jing Ling, and remembered his agreement with Jing Ling, Jing Ling said that she would make tea for him by herself.

Zhang Hui was looking forward to it very much. This kind of food made just for him is still a little strange in his memory.

Since he was young, his father was busy with official duties, and his mother was a lady who never washed his hands and made soup. His girlfriend in college did not have the opportunity to cook. After going abroad, he lived together for a period of time, but most of the time he still ordered takeout or food. Go out to eat, and sometimes Zhang Hui will cook something for his girlfriend.

This was the first experience in his life, and he was looking forward to it. His usually peaceful heart was stirred up by this treasure.

He solemnly replied: "Okay, see you tomorrow."

Both of them have free working hours. Jing Ling's working hours are more free than Zhang Hui's. After Zhang Hui went to the company to solve some work matters during the day, he wanted to pick out some gifts. After all, it was his first visit. visit.

Zhang Hui originally wanted to choose a lens for Jing Ling, but he really didn't know anything about it, and he was afraid of sending it wrong and causing trouble.

Zhang Hui also thought that Jing Ling liked the aurora with him, so he should also like the starry sky. He chose a glass cup from a Japanese designer brand. Glossy, like twinkling stars.

Before ringing the doorbell, Zhang Hui tidied up his coat unconsciously. When he opened the door, he was slightly taken aback when he saw Jing Ling, because Jing Ling inside the door was standing there with bare feet in a dress similar to a Japanese men's kimono, and her hair was Washed and fluffy, it looks tame and soft.

"Welcome, please come in."

Jing Ling brought a pair of slippers for Zhang Hui, and after putting them on, Zhang Hui looked around for a while, feeling a little familiar, maybe because the decoration style was his favorite style.

Jing Ling's home is very tidy, and the details of the decoration make the whole house full of the owner's ingenuity. In this respect, Jing Ling is a bit similar to him, both of them are people who pay attention to the quality and texture of life.

He handed the box of the cup he bought to Jing Ling, then looked him up and down, and said with a smile: "You really look a bit Japanese when you dress like this."

Jing Ling was pleasantly surprised and a little shy when he received the gift, and his tone was soft: "Actually, this is also one of the processes of the tea ceremony."

After a pause, he lowered his eyes and blinked: "This is the first time I've ordered tea for someone."

Zhang Hui saw his slender waist, and unnaturally shifted his gaze to look at his face: "That's really my honor."

He thought he was just making a pot of tea casually, eating some snacks and talking, but he didn't expect that the treasure behind it was more important than he imagined.

Jing Ling smiled slightly: "Please follow me."

Jing Ling took him to a room, but she didn't expect that there would be something different after entering.It is completely different from the outside decoration. It is a Japanese-style sliding door, and when it is opened, there are wooden furniture and tatami mats.

Jing Ling handed him a men's bathrobe and signaled him to change it on. Zhang Hui took off the jacket and shirt in front of Jing Ling without much fuss, leaving only a racer vest.

It's a little tight, and you can see the outline of Zhang Hui's wrapped chest muscles and abdominal muscles, as well as his bare and muscular arm muscles, which cannot be seen in clothes.

Jing Ling's face became hot, and she turned around unnaturally.

Seeing his embarrassed look and blushing earlobes, Zhang Hui unbuttoned his belt and took off his pants slowly as if deliberately teasing him. He saw Jing Ling's bare toes curled up on the floor, and the smile on his face grew stronger. deepened.

Then he asked him a little tricky: "I haven't worn this, I'm a little confused about how he wears it."

Jing Ling had no choice but to turn around, lowering her head slightly and not daring to look at Zhang Hui. His hands were trembling to help Zhang Hui straighten his bathrobe. His fingers inadvertently brushed across Zhang Hui's chest. Zhang Hui felt a tightness in his heart for no reason. Can't tell where it's itchy.

Jing Ling helped him tidy up with some excitement and torment. He got on the tatami first, and Zhang Hui watched him kneeling on it familiarly. His two white toes were superimposed, looking like a classical beauty in a Japanese movie. attitude.

Zhang Hui imitated Jing Ling's posture and knelt on the tatami, but Jing Ling said, "You don't need to do this, you can do whatever you want."

Zhang Hui sat cross-legged, and asked curiously, "Have you studied it professionally?"

Jing Ling nodded obediently: "I took a tea ceremony class when I was in college, and I studied it for a while after I went abroad."

Zhang Hui suddenly understood: "So you and Meng Lixun knew each other like that?"

Because the tea ceremony class was taught in person by Japanese disciples of Satoshike, Meng Lixun worked as a teaching assistant in the tea room to help with translation.

"Well, Senior Sister Li Xun later went to study in Japan and was at the same school as me."

"What a coincidence." Zhang Hui didn't seem to continue to mention Meng Lixun, he changed the subject: "Do you like Japan very much?"

Jing Ling put his hand on his lap obediently, and he shook his head: "? I can't say I like Japan, but I like some cultures, such as the tea ceremony."

"The reason?"

Jing Ling replied solemnly: "Because he can calm my heart down and forget some things temporarily."

The following process is like an art, and Zhang Hui can't help but marvel.

There are many details and etiquette, such as what he looks like is just a piece of ancient silk yarn and the somewhat complicated and elaborate process of serving dim sum, ordering tea and serving tea. He feels very pleasing to the eye, because Jing Ling is serious and beautiful. .

When he really sank into it, ate snacks and drank tea following Jing Ling's rhythm, his heart was rare and peaceful.

Jing Ling's matcha tastes more mellow and slightly bitter in the mouth, but after three and a half sips, the aftertaste is endless in the mouth.

Jing Ling later went to change into home clothes, and Zhang Hui also changed the clothes back, and the two sat on the sofa and chatted about the progress of the art center.

Jing Ling said that he didn't go to the scene after that day, Zhang Hui looked knowing, "Didn't you go to other places to take pictures?"

Jing Ling looked at him in surprise, Zhang Hui looked at him with a smile: "I saw your Instagram update, it's very nice."

Jing Ling lightly grabbed a handful of hair, and replied: "It's just for free after work." Zhang Hui praised him, he was so happy.

Zhang Hui suddenly remembered something: "Last time you said you liked Aurora, go and see my present, you will definitely like it."

He watched him carefully unpack the package, his eyes widened when he saw the real thing, and then said softly: "Thank you, I like it very much."

Looking at his reaction, Zhang Hui felt a little satisfied: "I guess you will like it."

Jing Ling stroked the bottom of the cup lightly with her fingers, and there was a fine gleam in the bottom of her eyes, but he hid it very deeply and did not let Zhang Hui see it.

"I love so much."

Cup, and you.

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Pepe is so good today that he didn't collapse!Decided to update another chapter, I hope you will like it, please bookmark and comment! ! !