A letter from a strange man

The curtains were only drawn with a layer of gauze, and scented candles were lit in the room, which were brought by Jing Ling, and the room was filled with woody fragrance.

The neon and street lights outside the window are filtered by the gauze curtain, and the interior has an extremely unreal feeling, a dusty sense of story.

The singing voice from the phonograph is charming and overwhelming, and the grainy rustling sound is the taste of vicissitudes, permeating the air.

……

"Oh my love for the first time in my life,

The first love I experienced in my life,

My eyes are wide open,

let me go through vicissitudes

Ohmyloverforthefirsttimeinmylife,

The first love in my life,

Myeyescansee,

I can see him in my eyes

Isee the wind,

I see the wind blowing

Oh I see the trees,

saw the dense forest,

Everything is clear in my heart,

Everything began to become clear in my mind.

Isee the clouds,

I saw the sky,

Oh I see the sky,

I saw the blue sky,

Everything is clear in our world,

Everything is so clear in our world.

Oh my love for the first time in my life

This is the first love I've experienced in my life,

My mind is wide open

He opened my brain and heart;

Ohmyloverforthefirsttimeinmylife,

It is him, the first lover in life,

My mind can feel

Let my heart feel it.

Ifeelthesorrow,

some sadness,

Ifeel th dreams,

feel the dream,

Everything is clear in my heart,

Everything became so clear in my heart.

Ifeellife,

I feel life,

Oh Ifeellove.

i feel your love

Everything is clear in our world

Everything is instantly visible in our world"

……

Jing Ling hung limply on Zhang Hui's body, they drank some wine, Zhang Hui invited Jing Ling to dance when they were a little drunk, but Jing Ling said coquettishly, "I don't have any strength."

Zhang Hui helped him step on the blanket, he supported Jing Ling's waist and said, "Step on my feet, I will take you."

So Jing Ling's feet were tightly pressed against Zhang Hui's insteps, Jing Ling was as lazy as a half-asleep cat, and Zhang Hui led him swaying in the intoxicated singing, with his hands on Zhang Hui's neck, and His forehead pressed against his forehead.

Whispering between lovers, Zhang Hui's voice is as mellow as wine: "What's the vintage?"

Jing Ling said softly, "What?"

Zhang Hui laughed, his laughter was as charming as a cello: "My birthday postcard."

The person in his arms raised his head and kissed him, and the aroma of red wine was exchanged in each other's mouths.

"This year's copy is gone, because I sent myself to you."

Their intertwined shadows were reflected on the wall, the phonograph was still humming tirelessly, and the sound of clothes falling on the floor came.

Jing Ling gave all of herself to his lover, the first lover in his life, he is in his eyes, and everything is beautiful forever, all because of him.

Every time Zhang Hui led him to take a step, one of his buttons would be undone. When he took him to the seventh step, his jacket slipped to the floor.

When he was swayed to the balcony, all the clothes on him were gone, and he stepped on Zhang Hui's instep naked, with a large area of ​​dense and hazy neon behind him.

Zhang Hui's eyes became darker, Jing Ling already knew the meaning of that smell, he couldn't refuse him, he also longed for him, longed for everything about him.

The scorching breath intertwined, and the eyes turned dizzy.

At some point, he was crushed on the carpet on the balcony, his toes seemed to be hooked on the gauze curtain, and the sound of body collisions almost couldn't cover his unbearable gasps.

His fingers sank deeply into the strong back of the person on his body, and he couldn't bear it a few times, and he grabbed at random with his fingers.

He was ups and downs in lust, and gradually lost himself, which was the detachment and touch that he had never met before.

The shadow on the wall reflects Zhang Hui's swaying waist, which is so fast that a phantom has already formed.

Zhang Hui's calves around his waist were still struggling at first, but later they were only limp and trembling, being held tightly by someone.

The phonograph was babbling, Zhang Hui still led him to follow the beat, but he changed to a jazz with a faster melody, Jing Ling hung on Zhang Hui's body, and the connected parts of his body followed the melody.

Jing Ling's hand has no place to rest, he can't hold Zhang Hui's sweaty arm, his hand will slide down, but his body won't, every time he thinks he might slip, Zhang Hui will undoubtedly In some way, he returned to his original position, and his legs buckled involuntarily.

His voice became unbearable, and there was a cry in his panting, Zhang Hui's sweat dripped on Jing Ling's chest, making Jing Ling's heart itch.

"I... ah... my chest is so itchy." Without scratching, he stared at Zhang Hui with aggrieved and wet eyes.

Zhang Hui's hand holding his buttocks strengthened, and he buried his head in his chest. At the moment of his embrace, Jing Ling's back and neck unconsciously stretched back, and Zhang Hui's hand had to Gripping him tightly caused certain parts to connect deeper.

Jing Ling cried, and buried herself in Zhang Hui's neck, opened her mouth and bit his shoulder, enduring his strength and love.

Finally, when he was pressed against the balcony, their fingers were clasped against the glass window, and a layer of mist formed under the superimposed hands, but it would not last long before moving hands up and down to wipe it off.

Zhang Hui's hand rested on Jing Ling's waist, he experienced a joy he had never experienced before, and the convulsions of the body beneath him responded to him with the most primitive reaction.

In the end, he kissed Jing Ling's butterfly bones and confessed everything.

Jing Ling said hurriedly: "Ah", and fell into a somewhat lost convulsion, Zhang Hui lovingly kissed his forehead, picked him up, and walked upstairs.

Jing Ling could hear the sound of liquid dripping down his legs, and subconsciously tightened his grip when he heard it. He was so ashamed that he couldn't look up at Zhang Hui. At this moment, Zhang Hui's magnetic voice sounded next to his ears: "So cute."

Later they tossed and tossed on the bed again, and in the end Jing Ling's cry was out of shape, and the saliva remained unconsciously. With tears in his eyes, he saw his lover's obsessed appearance because of him. Open up to cater to, without reservation.

The dawn is faintly outside the window, and Zhang Hui has already slept beside him breathing regularly.

Jing Ling gently got up from his arms, dragged her unbelievably limp legs to find his own mobile phone, opened Weibo and edited a Weibo that he had been thinking about for a long time. I don’t know where I saw it, He was very moved.

"You came during the winter solstice, but your brow stopped and you said, 'I'm here, a little later'

Mostly there are garden trees in the bosom friend, and the pavilion is just like your style. "

The attached photo is a group photo of Mount Fuji, but after the post-processing, only the hazy outlines of two men can be seen.

Jing Ling gently lay back beside her lover, and fell asleep peacefully on his side.

……

One day later, when Jing Ling returned home with the groceries she had bought, she found Mr. Zhang of his family sitting on the sofa with a book in his hand, reading it with great interest.

He stood in front of him and asked him curiously: "What are you looking at?"

Zhang Hui closed the book mysteriously without showing him the title, Jing Ling went to snatch it, the two had a fuss on the sofa, Jing Ling finally lost in physical strength.

Panting, he kicked Zhang Hui with his foot, Zhang Hui held his ankle with one hand, put it on his leg and kneaded it, making Jing Ling blush.

Zhang Hui blinked at him foully: "Let me remind you, I printed something that someone wrote to me."

Jing Ling was stunned, in disbelief, and then covered her face: "Those confession emails of mine?"

Zhang Hui shook his head: "Who said it was a confession, didn't they all write to his husband?"

Jing Ling glared at him, Zhang Hui squeezed his calf again: "Guess what this book is called?"

Jing Ling thought for a while, and then said as if giving up on herself: "A letter from a strange man?"

Zhang Hui laughed until his stomach ached, he said, "This name seems to be more literary."

Jing Ling snorted softly, and then asked: "Can't it really be called that name?"

Zhang Hui looked into his eyes and smiled softly and tenderly.

His hand slowly showed the cover to Jing Ling, Jing Ling smiled after seeing it, her eyes were red from laughing.

The name of the book is - "A Love Letter from My Love to Me".

……

A year later, a photography exhibition was held in the second exhibition hall of the largest art center in northern China, which was the first solo photography exhibition of young photographer Seirei, and it was held in City B.

There are two huge photos hanging in the most conspicuous place of the whole exhibition hall, one is a restored silhouette of a young man in the sunset with a sense of age.

The other one seems to be newly taken, the back view of two men standing side by side in the morning light at the dawn of dawn.

Jiang Qing, a 18th-grade photography student at Q University, stood in front of these two photos and couldn't regain his senses for a long time.

She suddenly remembered that this favorite photographer she had followed for many years was suspected of coming out on Weibo a year ago, and the comments at that time exploded.

Seirei publicly expressed his love to his same-sex friends on Weibo in the early morning after the winter solstice last year.

Today she saw this group of photos again, named "Chao Chao" and "Twilight".

She really wanted to know their story, she made up a lot of romantic plots in her brain, and almost wrote a story of [-] words.

Before leaving that evening, she spread out the ticket in her hand, which read:

"Young Photographers Seirei National Tour Photography Exhibition B City Station: Hundreds of Turns and Thousands of Times."

There is also a row of small characters below: "You are my hundred turns and thousand times."

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The author has something to say

end.I have said too many words of gratitude so I won’t repeat them. Let’s say it for Zhang Hui and Jing Ling. Thank you for listening to their stories.Although the ending of this story is very sweet, but the mood ahead is more or less heavy. I want to write a lighter story for the next story. There is no long secret love. It is a story that happened on a university campus.

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This article will be rewritten and there will be a special episode, but it may take a while, because I have a lot of exams recently, and the new article should also start in January.

In short, I am very happy that I have finally achieved what I have always wanted to try, and finished writing a story seriously. This process was also distressed by Calvin, because of the conflict between learning time and coding time, but it was still completed, because there are You who have been with me all the way, it is your every comment that supports me to the present.

The story in this article is not over, and neither is my story with you.