A letter from a strange man

In fact, Jing Ling has always had fantasies about this kind of lively festival.

He once took a camera to take pictures of interesting scenes and people of different shapes on the crowded streets of Shibuya.

Although he is in the crowd, he always looks like a marginalized person, and his soul seems to be floating outside the crowd.

He didn't deliberately prepare costumes or design makeup, he just wore his everyday clothes and looked like a real monster among a bunch of "monsters".

Later, he never participated in such a crowded carnival. In those lonely years, his curiosity was always slowly being smoothed out.

Jing Ling looked at the cloak-shaped gothic clothes he bought on the bed, the ghost headgear, and some miscellaneous headgear tentacles, and felt a little headache.

After bidding farewell to Zhang Hui the night before yesterday, I bought a bunch of miscellaneous things online. When I arrived this afternoon, I couldn't believe it when I saw the real thing. Did he buy all of these?

The phone rang, and after a glance, it was a WeChat message from Zhang Hui.

Chapter Hui: I'm downstairs.

He made an appointment with Zhang Hui, and Zhang came back to pick him up.

Jing Ling was embarrassed to keep Zhang Hui waiting for too long, so he grabbed a headdress he didn't know what it was, and went out in ordinary clothes.

So when he went downstairs, he saw this picture. He was tall and handsome, wearing a jacket that looked like a military uniform but not so strict. His legs were straight and slender with British military boots.

He stood under the tree with his hands in his pockets, quietly looking somewhere, his whole person was indescribably charming.

Jing Ling didn't know when she saw him, and her heartbeat wouldn't speed up. It was probably the day when he stopped loving him. On that day, he might no longer be in this world.

Jing Ling clenched the headgear in her hand, and walked towards the man under the tree step by step.

Zhang Hui saw Jing Ling coming out of the building, for some reason, he looked cuter today, maybe because his eyes were more sparkling, like the sun shining on the gold in the lake.

But the back of his hand was behind, as if he was hiding something, the more he concealed it, the more curious he became.

When Jing Ling got closer, he asked, "What is in your hand? Let me guess."

Then tease him: "Is it a Halloween present?"

Jing Ling shook her head, Zhang Hui pretended to be regretful: "It's a pity."

Then Jing Ling took out what was in her hand and put it on his soft hair, it was a pair of tentacles made into wounds.

Jing Ling was a little shy, but he still mustered up the courage to look into Zhang Hui's eyes, and said the words he had practiced for a long time: "Happy Halloween!" But he still didn't have the nerve to say the words: "Trickortreat!"

Zhang Hui looked at his red cheeks, drooping eyebrows, and his indescribably cuteness.

He suddenly wanted to poke his cheek, so he did so. His fingertips were warm and soft, and the warmth ran along his fingertips to his heart. He looked at Jing Ling with a smile and said: " Happy Halloween."

It's a standard British accent, with a deep male voice, it's really sexy, Jing Ling thought.

After arriving, Jing Ling got out of the car first, and Zhang Hui took out a mask out of nowhere as if by magic, and put it on to cover half of his face. The complicated silver lines lingered around his passionate eyes. costume, he looks like a statue in a medieval European castle.

The sister's bar that Chen Xunnian was talking about was located on the busiest bar street, occupying a large frontage. When entering, the security guards had to scan the QR code to enter.

After entering, it is a new world. People in all kinds of costumes are walking around with wine glasses.

Suddenly, a beautiful woman with exquisite and bright makeup came towards them, waving his flamingo tail, and it was Chen Xunian who came.

He painted a more delicate makeup than that day in Zhanghui's office, and there are even burnt marks on his skin. The lipstick is black, which looks seductive and dark.

When he saw Zhang Hui and Jing Ling, he simply greeted Zhang Hui, and then pinched Jing Ling's face: "Yo~ little elf, you're here!"

Jing Ling wanted to slap Chen Xunian's hand off, but Zhang Hui took a step ahead of him, and warned Chen Xunian with his eyes, telling him not to act recklessly. He watched Jing Ling's pinched skin gradually turn red, and he He frowned dissatisfied.

Chen Xunnian was also a little ashamed, as if he was talking to himself: "No, I didn't put in much effort, did I?"

Jing Ling probably knew what happened, and he explained: "It's okay, Mr. Chen, my skin turns red easily, and you didn't pinch me just now."

Chen Zunnian immediately smiled flamboyantly: "Ah~ oh, little elf, you are too cute! You will turn red when pinched!" Then he gave Zhang Hui a somewhat obscene look.

Zhang Hui once again warned him with his eyes, don't think about it.

Jing Ling didn't know what happened, but he felt a little excited when he listened to some heavy metal music played in the nightclub to coincide with Halloween, and then watched all kinds of people coming and going.

Zhang Hui saw his childish excitement, and straightened his pitiful tentacles that were crooked.

Jing Ling saw that there were thin stars in his eyes, and he looked up at Zhang Hui: "Thank you."

Zhang Hui poked his cheek, as if teasing a child, there were faint smile lines at the corners of his mouth.

They were surrounded by crowds, said to be a Halloween party, more like a cosplay group party, where drunk people swayed their bodies to the music.

Since Zhang Hui was present, he allowed Jing Ling to drink a few more glasses.

It was the first time he saw Jing Ling like this, holding a wine glass, with the corners of his mouth raised, swaying his body in a small arc along with the music, his appearance of being drunk and not drunk was not as pure as usual, his eyes and the corners of his mouth, the smell of shampoo and The moles on the cheeks looked a bit attractive in such an atmosphere.

Zhang Hui's Adam's apple slipped unconsciously, he and Jing Ling were squeezed in the crowd, Jing Ling seemed to be nestled in his arms, his warm breath was densely spread on his bare neck.

There was an inadvertent amorous expression in his eyes, and Zhang Hui suddenly remembered that very distant night. As for him, Jing Ling probably had this kind of charm, which he couldn't refuse, nor could he resist.

Jing Ling feels that the whole world is full of colors, even if a hundred ghosts are walking around at night, and the world in front of him is strange, but the person he loves is standing in front of him, and he is not afraid of anything.

No longer afraid of strange body temperature, drunk ignorance, he knows that the man in front of him has him in his eyes, even though he knows that it may not be love, but he is already happy as if he is about to die.

Suddenly there was another climax in the arena. A man in ghost clothes stood on the stage holding a microphone and yelled at the audience: "happyHalloween!" Then he grabbed a candy-like thing from his sleeve like magic and threw it off the stage. One fell into Jing Ling's hand.

Jing Ling who received the candy was very happy. He glanced at Zhang Hui in surprise, but when he looked carefully, there was another mystery. Zhang Hui took a look and smiled, with the corners of his mouth curled up: "You can't eat this casually."

It can be seen from the packaging that it is from Nissan, Jing Ling looked at the small words on it, and suddenly blushed, it turned out to be a condom.

He hadn't touched the real thing, he felt that the things in his hands were burning, he looked at Zhang Hui still laughing at him, and stuffed the things to him angrily.

Zhang Hui didn't feel uncomfortable like him, instead he didn't feel surprised, the corners of his mouth smiled even more, Jing Ling watched his head approaching her, he heard Zhang Hui's voice pressed against his ear, his voice was so low that it made him numb : "Are you implying me something?"

Jing Ling's physical reaction was faster than his verbal reaction, and his ears seemed to be burning, and he shook his head violently to indicate that Zhang Hui did not.

But his ear brushed Zhang Hui's lips, warm and soft, he felt that his ear was burning to the point of numbness, he pushed Zhang Hui away at a loss, and said in extreme shame: "I'm going to the bathroom .”

Zhang Hui asked, "I'm with you, I'm afraid you won't find it."

Jing Ling didn't wait for him to finish speaking, she pushed aside the crowd and ran away.

Zhang Hui touched the corner of his mouth, remembering his shy appearance, and smiled silently, the smile was a pampering that he didn't realize.

He felt that someone was looking at him, and when he turned his head it was Chen Xunnian. His expression was blank for a moment when Zhang Hui looked over, but in an instant he returned to a flirtatious look. I drank all the wine in one gulp.

Zhang Hui also raised his glass to him, and said to him with his lips: "Take a count."

However, Chen Zunnian gave him a wink, and said in a voice that many people could hear: "Congratulations on being bent."

Zhang Hui showed him a noncommittal expression, and Chen Cannian stopped watching him go away.

After politely rejecting a few people who came to strike up a conversation, Zhang Hui suddenly thought that Jingling seemed to have been in the bathroom for a long time, so she couldn't faint again?Suddenly remembering his half-drunk and half-awake obsequiousness, he had a bad premonition, and he walked towards the toilet in a hurry, that feeling was very strong.

He finally realized soberly that his care and concern for Jing Ling had already surpassed the boundaries of friends. If it was just a friend, he would not have such a strong possessive desire.

The road to the toilet was still dark, and he suddenly remembered that year when he foolishly ran into his arms and kissed him very roguely.

Many images of Jing Ling gradually appeared in front of his eyes like a revolving lantern, humble, timid, shy and at a loss, smiling cute, sleeping, or seductive and sexy.

Unknowingly, he has remembered so many of his appearance, it turns out that his appearance has already been imprinted on his heart bit by bit.

For the first time, Zhang Hui felt that his emotions came so slowly, like a teenager who fell in love for the first time.

He didn't know why the road was so long, and it became quieter as he got closer to the bathroom, so the moaning sound came so clearly, he had some bad premonitions in his heart, he was almost running at a great speed Step towards the sound.

He kicked open the door of the closed compartment, only to find that it wasn't Jing Ling, a man with honey-colored skin wriggled like a snake, with a desire mixed with fright on his expression, and the man sitting on the toilet seemed to be smiling but not smiling. , looking so calm, he is still a familiar person, Chen Xunian's "husband" who has posted in the circle of friends.

Zhang Hui has never been so rude in his life, he bowed his head apologetically: "I'm sorry to bother you."

This raging madness and timidity, as well as the cold sweat pouring down from behind, were all because of Jing Ling, Zhang Hui once again lost control to the point where even he himself felt strange.

He admitted that he was scared, he was afraid that the drunk Jing Ling would be bullied, he was afraid that his cute appearance would be seen by others, he also regretted, regretted not controlling him in his sight, regretted not following him.

He put his hands on the wall to ease his emotions, and suddenly felt a light pat on the shoulder, and the warm voice he was familiar with came: "What's the matter, are you drunk?"

Zhang Hui smiled bitterly, that's right, the voice that was moaning there just now couldn't be Jing Ling, but he was still mentally retarded and didn't recognize it.

Zhang Hui grabbed his wrist and dragged him to the back alley of the nightclub without saying a word.

Neither of them were wearing overcoats, Jing Ling shivered a little when the cold wind came out, but no matter where Zhang Hui took him, he would never refuse.

Zhang Hui pressed him against the wall, buried his head on his neck and breathed heavily.

Such chapters are both strange and familiar, so strange that Jing Ling feels lucky, and so familiar that Jing Ling feels a little fear.

Although he didn't know what happened to Zhang Hui, and he wasn't very good at comforting others, he told him what he wanted to say to him all the time tonight, childishly, and like a coquettish between lovers: "Trickortreat."

There was a little shyness in his tone, he knew that he was an adult and shouldn't say such naive words, but he really wanted to act like a baby to Zhang Hui.

Zhang Hui raised his head, took a deep look at Jing Ling, lifted his sharp chin forcefully, and spoke forcefully.

"Neither, akiss." Then, without allowing Jing Ling to respond, she kissed Jing Ling's lips.

Jing Ling was so frightened that she unconsciously tapped her fingers against the wall behind her. Her fingers were cold, but her face, breath, ears, and lips were all hot.

The man on the body pried open his lips dissatisfied, and entangled with his lips and teeth.

His breathing was a little rough, and he firmly clasped Jing Ling's hands around his neck, then hugged his legs around his waist, and ruthlessly pressed him against the wall, with his fingers stuck in his hair.

At the beginning, the kiss was incoherent, but as the temperature rose and the body fluids blended, his kiss became more and more skillful, constantly licking and deepening the kiss.

Jing Ling felt that her legs were getting weaker and weaker, and there was a corresponding change somewhere in front of her body, and her legs were almost unable to wrap around the opponent's waist.

But the man's strong hands held him domineeringly, he couldn't struggle, he felt that he was going to drown in this kiss.

At the moment of separation, a somewhat sexy silver thread was drawn between the lips of the two of them, and then hung on the corner of Jing Ling's mouth.

Zhang Hui kissed it off, his voice hoarse, and he pressed his forehead against Zhang Hui's forehead, staring at him deeply.

"You know? Don't stay out of my sight in the future."

Jing Ling was almost blinded by the kiss, her mind was dull and she didn't think deeply about the deep meaning of this sentence, so she replied stupidly: "Yes".

Zhang Hui pecked his kissed lips again.

"Well, that's nice."

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