A letter from a strange man

When Zhang Hui was dealing with work matters, Chen Xunnian pushed the door open and entered without knocking again.

Zhang Hui was used to him like this, and didn't want to pay attention to him at first, but he was startled by his fancy attire, and cast his eyes on him incomprehensibly.

Chen Zunian sat on Zhang Hui's workbench, crossed his legs, caressed his thighs enchantingly, and thought he was looking at Zhang Hui with winking eyes: "Am I beautiful?"

Zhang Hui leaned back on the chair behind him, crossed his arms and looked at him speechlessly: "Are you going to cosplay a pheasant?"

Chen Canian rolled his eyes, and said in a strange voice, "Please, old man, don't you know what the day after tomorrow is?"

Zhang thought about it for a while, it seemed that there was nothing special, and he looked puzzled: "I don't know."

Chen Zunian changed his posture, and the tail of the flamingo behind him felt a little uncomfortable. He sighed: "Brother, it's Halloween! Such an important festival can be forgotten!"

Zhang Hui smiled, turned his head and looked at the calculated data on the computer again, he checked it for the third time, and didn't want to be distracted: "It's none of my business what I do, you go out first, I have a There's still work to be done."

Chen Xunnian rolled his eyes, jumped off the table and took a card on the table: "Tell me! Cherish your last youth! Workaholic! You haven't had a new love in a long time! No matter the day after tomorrow, you must come and give it to me." Join us at the sisters' venue, call a few more people!"

Then he walked away wagging his pink fluffy tail.

When Chen Zunian talked about Xinhuan, Jing Ling's face appeared in his mind, that ignorant, simple face, full of exploration and longing for the unknown world.

He glanced at the gothic invitation card on the table, and murmured puzzledly: "Halloween party, why do you want to play a pheasant?"

Unexpectedly, Chen Zunian turned back again, and poked his head in: "My mother, this is not a pheasant! It's a dark flamingo! And you dress up properly, don't lose face to my mother!"

"Did I say I was going?"

Chen Zunian is a willful and brave man who came out to his family when he was young.

His family is in Taiwan, and his parents are Taiwanese intellectuals. They are relatively open-minded and understand his aptitude and preferences.

He confessed his love to Zhang Hui when he was in school. Even though Zhang Hui was a little confused about his sexuality at the time, he knew clearly that he didn't like Chen Xunnian, so he rejected his love show.

The two are somewhat similar in some aspects, such as the rigorous attitude towards work and studies and the pursuit of quality of life. In addition, the two can talk well, and they have become good friends for so many years.

In 12, Chen Xunnian participated in the "Gay Pride" parade in Israel, and insisted on drawing a chapter.

Zhang Hui himself did not have much interest in this kind of passionate and passionate behavior, but Chen Zunnian told him several poignant and touching stories about same-sex/love being torn apart by the world, and he was soft and stubborn. Half a month back, it was just in time for their little vacation. Zhang Hui didn't have a girlfriend at that time, and he was bored at school by himself, so he thought it was a trip, and he agreed to Chen Xunian.

It was a special memory for Zhang Hui. It was the first time he experienced such a direct impact of homosexual culture. The huge rainbow flag fluttered in the air, and the whole street was crowded with people of different races. For the feast of "Freedom and Love", he saw people coming and going shouting, he saw people parading the streets holding banners and signs, and he saw Chen Yunian beside him laughing and weeping.

It was the first time he saw Chen Cannian like that, he was always affectionate and happy in normal times, he thought he would go crazy in the carnival so that he couldn't stop him, but he didn't expect that he was just the most ordinary one among this group of people , shouting with the crowd, cheering and roaring with the crowd, laughing and crying.

Zhang Hui was actually moved by that atmosphere. They did nothing wrong. Everyone is the same individual as everyone else, but they are braver. They believe that love will eventually overcome the world, and courage will eventually overwhelm fear.

Influenced by the foreign atmosphere when studying abroad, he also participated in many parties, such as Halloween and Christmas, various parties held by schools or clubs.

He and his ex-girlfriend Julia met at a Chinese-Chinese gathering.

The young, beautiful and open-minded Chinese girl took the initiative to ask for his contact information, and then there were various appointments for meals, drinks, and study sessions. I got used to being accompanied by others, and being together was a matter of course.

Julia is very open and proactive. He offered to live with Zhang Hui. She always said "love you darling!". Zhang Hui liked her generosity and sunshine. gave him warmth.

It was Julia who brought up the breakup later, she smiled and said to Zhang Hui: "Charles, I'm going back to Singapore, I don't love you anymore, let's break up."

Zhang Hui gave her a last hug, leaving a barely audible sigh in the air.

Someone once asked Zhang Hui: "When people like you break up, you are the one who dumps them."

Zhang Hui shook his head and smiled helplessly: "They all brought it up on their own initiative."

"Have you done anything to offend them?"

Zhang recalled, it should be, he might not love them that much: "No."

"Then why don't you keep them?"

He knew that it was impossible to keep a person who was determined to leave, but he asked himself, in fact, he didn't really want to keep him that much.

……

After Zhang Hui got off work, on the way home, he found that the atmosphere of Halloween in China was also very strong. The shops on the street were all decorated, with large and small pumpkin models piled up and some Gothic stickers, and the streets were full. All filled with: "HappyHalloween!" breath.

Even when he went to the supermarket to buy ingredients, the entire supermarket was decorated with a Halloween theme. He couldn't resist the temptation to buy a Halloween limited meal and some wine.

When I got home, I heated it in the microwave. I opened it with anticipation and found that it was just a pumpkin steak rice. The tomato sauce squeezed a lot didn't look very appetizing.

He was a little disappointed, he glanced at the time, what was Jing Ling doing, did he eat at this time?

He called Jing Ling, because he found that he could not reply to the WeChat messages he sent to Jing Ling in time, and sometimes he forgot the time to eat while filming or doing post-production.

Even at work, it's time to stop and have a meal. After a few "beep beeps" came from the phone, Jing Ling's voice was a little breathless: "Senior Brother Zhang..."

The voice on the other end was a bit noisy, probably due to manual work. He heard the voices of all kinds of men and women saying "Thank you!" "You worked hard today!" "Teacher Jing!"

There was Jingling's small voice that kept replying "thank you" again, and Zhang Hui could imagine him covering the microphone, saying "thank you" with a shy expression that was not very good at communication.

Zhang Hui laughed, and Jing Ling's clear voice of "Hello" came from next to his ear, Zhang Hui teased him: "Thanks for your hard work, Teacher Jing!"

Jing Ling's voice was low, probably because she was really shy: "Why do you call me that?"

Zhang Hui became happier when he heard his tone, and continued to tease him: "Then I won't call you Teacher Jing, but call you Little Elf, okay?"

Then there was a small "huh" that didn't reject the answer.

Zhang Hui smiled until his eyes curled up: "Oh—so you like me calling you that!"

Jing Ling: "..."

Zhang Hui stopped teasing him, and asked his original purpose: "Have you had dinner yet?"

"not yet."

"Do you want to have dinner together?" After asking this sentence, Zhang Hui threw the bento into the trash can.

Jing Ling had been filming in the studio all afternoon, tired and hungry, the thought of being able to have dinner with Zhang Hui again made him happy, but he had to restrain himself, he couldn't be so obvious, it was very obvious What a shame.

"Okay."

They settled in a Jiangsu-Zhejiang restaurant, which was considered to be fulfilling the previous agreement. They didn't expect to eat Jiangnan cuisine together next time, and it took more than a month to hurry up.

"Where are you? I'll pick you up." Zhang Hui said.

Jing Ling mentioned a location, not too far from Zhang's home, Zhang Hui said yes and hung up the phone.

He changed his clothes. He wore a close-fitting knitted sweater, a motorcycle leather jacket, and a pair of overalls to make his long legs more stylish. He looked cool and stylish. .

Jing Ling did some aftermath work on the set. After packing up his equipment, half an hour had passed. He checked his phone, and Zhang Hui sent him a WeChat message 5 minutes ago: " We're downstairs."

Jing Ling carried his heavy bag and ran quickly to the elevator. He looked at the number that was falling at a constant speed, and unconsciously clasped his fingers into his palm, wondering if Zhang Hui would get impatient.

Obviously he was overthinking, Zhang Hui felt that the car was a little stuffy, so he got off the station and stood beside the car.

The temperature has dropped in the past few days, and it has been late autumn before he knows it. He stands by the car, watching the people passing by, and patiently waiting for the person he is waiting for.

Jing Ling saw such a scene when she ran down.

Today's Zhang Hui looked a little different from usual, his hair was cut short, and he looked a little more cool and stylish than the usual introverted handsome, and he had an indescribable charm aura.

There were many passers-by who sneaked glances at him, but Jing Ling met his gaze as soon as he stepped out of the building.

He remembered that during the filming today, the star's manager and the assistants onlookers kept praising the little fresh meat who was posing, what was the point of praising him?

Oh, yes, it seems to be "walking hormones".

Jing Ling had no turmoil in her heart, she just filmed according to the pre-planned and arranged process.

But the moment he saw Zhang Hui, he knew what the real "walking hormone" is.

"It's a bit too little." Zhang Hui looked at Jing Ling's only sweater and looked at him disapprovingly.

Jing Ling did feel cold after coming out: "It wasn't so cold when I came out at noon."

Zhang Hui took off his jacket and put it on Jing Ling's shoulders, then took the bag from Jing Ling's hand and put it on the back seat.

Jing Ling suddenly felt warm on his body, it was the wind-shielding clothes and Zhang Hui's body temperature. He looked at the thin layer of clothes on Zhang Hui's body, and wanted to take them off and return them to him. Zhang Hui had already opened the car door and sat in. .

When sitting in the co-pilot, he was embarrassed to look in Zhang Hui's direction.

The knitted sweater inside Zhang Hui was a little tight, which showed his bulging muscles. The whole person was particularly sexy against the neon lights outside the car window and the car lights.

So along the way Jing Ling kept looking out the window, not daring to look at the people around her.

Zhang Hui was watching Jing Ling from the corner of his eye the whole time. He thought he was tired, so he took a nap with his neck tilted aside.

They went to a restaurant that Zhang Hui had asked Jingling if there was anything he wanted to eat. After Jingling said no, he went to Dianping, a restaurant that he had looked at for a long time, a privately owned Jiangnan restaurant.

When I arrived, it was a small courtyard, the architectural style of Suzhou gardens, blue bricks and black tiles, small bridges and flowing water, and a plaque with calligraphy mentioning "Why don't you remember Jiangnan".

There is a small fish candy next to the table they made, the lotus leaves are floating in the water, and the pipa tune can be heard. It is indescribably elegant, as if they can forget all the hustle and bustle of the outside world.

Dried lotus root, shrimp jelly, Dongpo meat, old duck soup, sweet-scented osmanthus yam, sticky rice with candied potato balls, Jing Ling ate a lot more than before, Zhang Hui looked at him chewing: "Authentic? "

Jing Ling swallowed the glutinous rice in her mouth and wiped her mouth with a paper: "It's delicious." Then she drank her saliva and said, "Actually, I've only eaten what my mother made."

Zhang Hui served him a bowl of soup: "Where are you from?"

Jing Ling ended up saying "Thank you" in a low voice, and then said, "I'm from City H."

Zhang Hui asked curiously, "Why did you study in the north?"

This question seems to be difficult for Jing Ling.

Jing Ling recalled the day and night chats with her mother at that time. Her mother didn't want him to come to this city of the man who had hurt her, but Jing Ling always felt that there was something waiting for him there. Knowing some news about his father vaguely, he floated to the north with all his eggs in one basket, just because of that ethereal guidance.

"It's just that the score is enough, so we're here." Jing Ling lied.

Both of them were a little full from eating, so they parked the car at a street corner and walked along the street.

Zhang Hui's clothes were still undeniably draped on Jing Ling's body, as if it was going to be Halloween, Jing Ling suddenly realized.

He unconsciously looked at the exquisite pumpkin ornaments and Halloween stickers in the cupboard, with little yearning and anticipation in his eyes.

Zhang Hui noticed it and asked him, "Do you like Halloween very much?"

Jing Ling shook her head: "When I was in school, my classmates would go to Shibuya to have a carnival that day, but I still have to work part-time, so I have never been there." There was a little regret on her face.

Zhang Hui suddenly remembered the invitation letter Chen Xun read to him during the day, and his heart moved: "Do you want to go to the festival?"

"Ah?" Jing Ling was immersed in her own world, and she couldn't hear what he was saying clearly.

Zhang Hui snapped his forehead: "Take you to play the day after tomorrow, Halloween party, go?"

The author has something to say

I quite like my description of the parade in this piece, which indirectly expresses my attitude.Zhang Hui is a person with attitude.My archives are almost gone, so I'm so nervous, I will try my best to code (?????) It's still the same sentence: Please comment and collect!Love you guys! Mua!