A letter from a strange man

After returning home that day, Jing Ling's legs were still weak, and her body was still shaking. It took a lot of effort to close the door, leaning against the door, and slowly slid down to the floor.

His face was buried on his knees, his mind was full of random codes, and the same sentence was still ringing in his ears: "Don't be out of my sight".

Not allowed out of my sight, in what capacity?

Zhang Hui didn't say anything, and Jing Ling didn't ask.

He slowly recalled the details of the reunion with Zhang Hui, he was the one who hugged him when he was extremely sad, he was the one who invited him to dance the first dance in his life, and it was he who ate with him It was the dish that he hadn’t dared to eat for a long time since his mother passed away, it was him who had seen all the tears he shed in front of others after he became an adult, it was him who went back to his alma mater that recorded their youth together...

He took him to do a lot of things that he had never done before, and he was the one who fulfilled what he had expected countless times. He was his most distracted friend and the person who did the most intimate things.

And it just so happened that he was the one he had loved for so many years.

Jing Ling probably knew that Zhang Hui had some different thoughts about him, which made him feel sweet and scared at the same time.

He was afraid that he would become his burden, a reason for him not to be so frank, he was afraid that the two of them would regret after some kind of irreversible intersection, and he was afraid that he would never be able to let go after he sank.

His fingers were deeply inserted into his hair, and the feelings that flowed in the dark alleys, the dark desires and the turbulent tides were all real and could not be ignored.

Jing Ling's last words before bidding farewell to Zhang Hui were: "You need to calm down." I don't want you to regret it.

Because he vaguely knew that if he went with him tonight, he might get everything he wanted, someone like Zhang Hui.

However, how could he be willing to let this become his heavy burden?

He wanted him so much, but if it made him less happy, how could he be willing to embarrass him?

His eyes were a little blurry, he saw his fingers stroking Zhang Hui's silhouette through the air, slowly tracing out his entire outline.

He really loves him very much.

……

After that, the relationship between the two of them became visibly ambiguous to the naked eye. Zhang Hui's eyes on Jing Ling became darker, and Jing Ling's eyes became evasive, and she looked at Zhang Hui in a daze when Zhang Hui couldn't see him.

Because of the project of the art center, Jing Ling needs to go to Zhang Hui's studio every three days to see the process of the project. He cannot avoid contact with Zhang Hui. He tries to avoid Zhang Hui as much as possible. He hopes that he can think calmly.

Zhang Hui found out that Jing Ling looked strange after that night.

Before, Jing Ling looked at him mostly with dependence and admiration, and even if she avoided her eyes, it was because of shyness, but since that night, his wandering eyes revealed a trace of confusion.

Did he scare him?Zhang Hui wondered if his real appearance was not the Zhang Hui's appearance he had always liked, but he still couldn't help himself getting closer to him a little bit.

He originally thought that his feelings for Jing Ling were repentance and compensation, and a desire to protect weak things.

But he gradually discovered that what he thought of Jing Ling was not his self-righteousness at all, but the desire to possess, protect, and that primitive desire.

The impact of this kind of feeling on him was something he had never experienced in previous relationships. He was talking about a relationship that seemed romantic like in a movie, but there was always an inexplicable vacancy in his heart.

When Jing Ling appeared in his world again, when he walked towards him with that heavy feeling.

In the process of getting along, he saw his unknown beauty, his fragile and lonely soul, as well as his delicate emotions and deep loveliness.

Before he knew it, Jing Ling was already filling that vacancy in his heart, and when he realized it, Jing Ling's name was already written there.

Through the glass of the office, he could see Jing Ling outside walking into the tea room, he poured all the water in the cup into the green plants on the balcony, and strode towards the tea room.

He saw that Jing Ling was wearing a beige shirt and khaki trousers. The shirt was tucked into the trousers to outline a slender waist. He bent down as if studying how to use the coffee machine. His hair was black and soft in the sun.

Jing Ling felt someone approaching him from behind, but when he didn't realize who the person behind him was, a pair of bony hands stretched over his shoulders towards the cabinet above his head, and he heard the familiar and pleasant male voice: "Don't move."

A string of electric currents passed through Jing Ling's body, and his body froze in place, not daring to move. He was half-circled in Zhang Hui's arms, in this warm afternoon, in a room full of sunlight and the aroma of coffee.

He really wanted to lean back like this and snuggle into that person's arms.

In a trance, Zhang Hui let him go and ground him a cup of coffee, his technique was smooth and elegant.

Sitting in front of the bar, he took a sip of the coffee Zhang Hui handed him, which was fragrant and warm.

Zhang Hui held a cup and leaned on the bar beside him. He looked at the corners of Jing Ling's mouth that were satisfied and unconsciously curled up, and he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, "Is it delicious?"

Jing Ling nodded, wanting to prove that what she said was true, she took a big gulp, but forgot the temperature of the coffee, her expression was a little painful when she was scalded.

Zhang Hui put down the cup in his hand, Jing Ling's brows were scorched, and her face was flushed.

He held Jing Ling's chin, lifted his face, and pried his lips and teeth apart with his index and middle fingers, looking at his pink tongue that was glistening with water, he admitted that his mind had wandered a bit.

He lightly pressed Jing Ling's tongue with his middle finger, and he heard the other party "hiss", and he said "wait a moment" and then took out ice cubes from the freezer and fed them into Jing Ling's mouth.

Jing Ling is as well-behaved as a doll at the mercy of others, his mouth is slightly pouted with ice cubes in his mouth, his lips are shiny red, and his eyes are a little moist, which may be the physiological reaction of being scalded just now.

Zhang Hui pinched his mouth up and down, making him look like a duckling, and pretended to be angry and said, "Why do you still look like a child when you're so big, and no one will snatch it from you."

Jing Ling lowered her head in shame, "It's delicious, I'm in a hurry."

Because there was still ice in his mouth, it sounded a bit tongue-in-cheek, but Zhang Hui was so cute that he couldn't control his expression and laughed.

He pinched Jing Ling's cheeks, then stroked his hair, with an indescribably doting tone: "It's pretty cute."

"You will eventually meet someone who thinks you are cute, likes your cuteness, and cherishes your cuteness, so don't worry, my elf, that person will stand in front of you one day."

Suddenly, the words that his mother said in his ears in the distant years echoed in his ears.

And that person, whom he had been thinking about for so many years, finally stood in front of him, his eyes were full of warmth, the corners of his mouth were gently raised, and he told him seriously that he was cute.

For so many years, most people have the impression of Jing Ling as dull, out of gregarious, cold and strange.

Zhang Hui was the first friend who didn't leave after approaching him, and also the first person to say he was cute after his mother.

The tears came violently, but he tried his best to restrain himself from looking inexplicable.

Zhang Hui felt something strange about him, and he walked a little closer to him, but Jing Ling's hands suddenly wrapped around his waist, and her cheek was gently pressed against his waist, like a child who needs to be comforted.

Zhang Hui stroked his hair, pinched his earlobe from time to time, and rubbed his soft hair.

He didn't know what sad or regretful things Jing Ling thought of, but he enjoyed the tenderness of this moment.

In this tea room where someone would push the door and enter at any time, this gentle closeness is like the private lust of a pair of lovers.

But it was interrupted by the uninvited guest, Chen Zunnian pushed the door open, stood at the door with arms crossed, and looked at them with a "tsk tsk".

"It's so sweet, I'm envious of others, did I disturb you?"

Jing Ling let go of her arms and raised her head, her expression was a little bewildered, the ice in her mouth had melted away, and her tongue was aching.

Zhang Hui didn't feel ashamed of being smashed, but instead felt annoyed of being interrupted. He looked at Chen Xunnian, "It's good to know."

Jing Ling left as if fleeing, and when she passed by, Chen Zunian winked at him and smiled wickedly.

Jing Ling nodded and left without looking back.

After he left, Chen Zunian looked at Zhang Hui again, restrained his indecency, and asked expressionlessly, "It's done?"

Zhang Hui slowly buttoned his cuffs, without raising his eyes, he replied, "It's just like what you saw."

Chen Zunian seemed to be very tired, he leaned on the bar, lit a cigarette, and asked Zhang Hui: "Either?"

Zhang Hui nodded, Chen Zunian helped Zhang Hui light it up, Zhang Hui finished, and the two of them swallowed their clouds in silence.

Suddenly Chen Zinian said suddenly: "I thought you would love a man, but I always thought that person would be me."

Zhang took a puff of cigarette and looked at Chen Zinian calmly: "It's not a matter of loving a man or not, and you knew that I wouldn't have that kind of affection for you."

Chen Xunnian sneered: "I thought you couldn't be hard on a man, he's only known you for so long, we've known each other for so many years."

Zhang Hui grabbed his shoulders and answered him seriously: "Xun Nian actually knows everything, what you can't pass now is your own test."

Then he added another sentence, and a warm smile suddenly appeared on his face: "Jing Ling and I met ten years ago."

It's just that the real acquaintance will be ten years later. If we fall in love, it may be a little later, but there will always be that day, won't it?

Chen Zunnian suddenly softened and returned to his usual appearance, but he was a little weak. He yelled at Zhang Hui: "Get out, don't get in the eyes of my old lady, does my old lady still need you as a man?"

Zhang Hui smiled helplessly, and was about to leave with the cup in hand. When he was about to reach the door, he remembered something. He said to Chen Zunian who was still leaning on the bar: "What's your relationship with that person from Melancholy?"

Melancholy was the nightclub at the Halloween party that day.

Chen Zinian thought for a while, "Anthony?"

"Well, right, your 'husband'."

Chen Cannian rolled his eyes: "Oh him, it doesn't matter other than having sex, what's wrong?"

Zhang Hui was relieved to see that he didn't care. He is not a talkative person, but Chen Xunnian is his friend. Although he is cynical, he still hopes that he can meet his lover.

"It's okay." Then he smiled and walked away.

Chen Xunnian felt baffled, and coincidentally, he suddenly received Anthony's WeChat: "Do you have a date tonight?" He sent another photo of his underwear raising the flag.

If it was usual, he would have teased him casually: "Husband, I want to kneel down and lick it!"

But now he is in a very bad mood, but he is a friend who has been dating several times without knowing the name, not to mention that he has really exceeded the deadline for dating, he almost never made a date before, but Anthony did let him Very cool.

But no matter how cool it is, now I am not happy to see his WeChat, he replied: "Go away, wild donkey."

Anthony quickly replied to him: "Who is that cool as a bitch under the wild donkey." Then he sent a photo of him in bed.

Chen Xunnian was so angry that he blackmailed Anthony. He wanted to say goodbye, but what he didn't expect was that a few hours later, he would once again be drunk and dreamy under the man he couldn't escape.

……

After get off work, Zhang Hui asked Jing Ling, "Does your mouth still hurt?"

Jing Ling shook her head, as if Zhang Hui didn't believe it, she forced him to open his mouth again, Jing Ling frowned before touching him, Zhang Hui sighed: "Let's go, I'll take you to eat ice."

So Jing Ling was brought to the shopping mall by Zhang Hui, and forced to buy an ice cream in his hand. I don’t know why there are so many children in the shopping mall today. The big friend Jing Ling who was squeezed into a group of children was a little embarrassed. He smiled happily in a daze.

Suddenly, a little girl with exquisite makeup pulled Zhang Hui's trouser leg, and Zhang Hui squatted down to look at her, level with her eyes. The little girl said sweetly and a little shyly, "Uncle, you will come to see me later." Do I dance?"

Zhang Hui glanced at Jing Ling, and found that he seemed very interested but didn't know how to express it, so he looked at the little girl tenderly: "Okay, where is it?"

The little girl looked very happy: "It's in the square! Uncle, you must come and cheer for me! My name is Yaoyao!"

The little girl's parents looked at her dotingly and helplessly, Zhang Hui nodded to them, and said, "Okay, uncle will be there in a while!"

Yaoyao smiled happily, then looked at Jing Ling with some embarrassment, then pulled Lazhanghui's sleeve, and whispered to him: "Then uncle will bring brother along later, okay?"

Zhang Hui laughed out loud, then he looked at Jing Ling and raised his eyebrows: "Okay, uncle and brother will go to see you dance together later!"

He saw Jing Ling glaring at him suddenly, it was right, Jing Ling who showed real emotion and vivid expression was cuter.

Zhang Hui waited until Jing Ling had finished eating the ice cream, and then walked towards the square, only to find out after arriving that it was a dance school competition for young children, Yaoyao's parents had reserved a place for them, and Jing Ling He Zhanghui went there and sat down.

Yaoyao is the lead dancer of their collective ballet dance. Standing at the front, she is the most beautiful and hard-working dancer among the group of little swans, with flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes.

Zhang Hui looked at Jing Ling beside him seriously, sitting up straight with his hands clasped on his lap, he didn't know whether he liked children or dancing.

Suddenly behind Yaoyao there was a little swan walking in the wrong position. Yaoyao was raising one leg to lower her waist. The little swan accidentally bumped into her after jumping wrongly, and then Yaoyao fell down without standing still.

Because she was standing at the front of the team, she was very close to the edge of the stage. Yaoyao was about to fall off the stage because she could not stand still. This process happened so quickly that no one had time to react. Zhang Hui just wanted to run over to catch her , he found that Jing Ling beside him had rushed over.

He had never seen Jing Ling look so panicked, her nervous expression suddenly became sad and dignified.

In fact, Jing Ling didn't think too much, just rushed out to catch Yaoyao reflexively. Although she didn't sink, the force of the fall still caused Jing Ling's knees to hit the hard marble tiles heavily.

Yaoyao's parents rushed up to hug Yaoyao in horror, and kept expressing their gratitude to Jingling, but Jingling was unmoved, and kept kneeling there after letting go of Yaoyao.

Zhang Hui lifted him up, only to find that his whole body was shaking, his palms were soaked in cold sweat, his lips had lost their color, and he was still unsteadily leaning on Zhang Hui's body.

Zhang Hui asked him worriedly: "What's the matter? Speak up, Jing Ling."

But Jing Ling's lips began to tremble violently, Zhang Hui supported his shoulder with the other hand stroking his face, and looked at him worriedly.

Suddenly Jing Ling rushed into his arms with great momentum, he hugged Zhang Hui's waist tightly, and Zhang Hui ran down his hair comfortingly.

He suddenly heard Jing Ling's trembling voice as if soaked in ice water: "My mother... that's how she left."

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