A letter from a strange man

Zhang Hui sat in front of the workbench, lit a cigarette and took a puff.

The smoke diffused in front of his eyes, and through the shallow smoke, he looked thoughtfully at the person on the bed.

He inquired silently, suspicious appropriately, although the man had already passed out from drunk.

Just now Zhang Hui was still hesitating about how to deal with the drunk man in his arms, of course he didn't let Chen Xunian, who seemed to have malicious intentions, take him away, but he didn't know where to send him.

The emotions in his eyes were thick and complex, like a bottomless lake.

Zhang Hui's shirt was tightly clasped with his fingers, and the way he was holding it was full of anxiety.

Zhang Hui couldn't just leave him there, and Jing Ling clung to him tightly and wouldn't let go, so he could only take him home.

He turned on a small light, and the light was sprinkled in this not too big space, because Zhang Hui didn't like the feeling of being able to hear the echo of his footsteps at home, so he didn't rent a big suite when he came back, but He chose a house where he felt comfortable, similar to the apartment he lived in when he was in London.

The pale yellow light shone on the young man's face, making his face as white and delicate as jade.

The closed eyelashes are slender and thick, the eyebrows are slightly furrowed, there are two blushes on the cheeks after drinking, and the lips are slightly parted, which is a lustrous red.

This is undoubtedly a good-looking young man, but Zhang Hui can't recall where he met this young man.

Zhang Hui stopped doubting, and the answer would have to wait for the young man to wake up and ask him, since he couldn't escape here anyway.

"Di" is the notification sound for incoming mail.

Zhang Hui called the standby computer, and found that his mailbox on the computer was still logged in with his old account, and there were twenty or thirty "letters from strange men" that he hadn't read yet.

He glanced at the message he had just received in the mailbox he was currently using on his phone, and it was just an advertisement.

The night seems to be very long, the long night is long, his bed is occupied by someone else, and he has no mood to sleep.

Zhang Hui made himself a glass of honey water to sober up, and kept another glass for the young man who woke up.

He sat back to the left front again, since he had nothing to do, he randomly opened a letter from a strange man, and it was the oldest one. Counting the date, it was his first year in England.

"To you my dear:

Do you know, I haven't seen you for 87 days, I never knew that missing you is so painful, I miss you so much, I want to see you..."

love letter?Zhang recalled, but it shouldn't be so simple that he just wrote so many love letters, or else this person loves to talk about love, so he lit another cigarette and continued to read.

"You probably don't remember me, but as long as I always remember you, I will never forget you. After that night, I think I fell in love with you completely.

I think you will not remember the warmth you brought to a person whose heart is as cold as ice on a certain cool night when there are so many people walking around.

I didn't know what it was like for a person like you to live, probably very smooth and happy, with a wealthy and complete family, proud talents and unlimited potential, living in the light all the time, and the whole person is also shining.

I used to be jealous of you, but most of it was longing for your life, which is out of reach for me, but that look in the sun is what I have been looking for but can't have.

But after that night, I changed my mind. What you said to me made me realize that you are also a flesh-and-blood person, with emotions and desires, as well as hidden troubles.

It's like a fairy coming down from the altar all at once, but this is just my short-lived and ridiculous feeling, because when the sun rises again the next day, you become that shining chapter again, and you still don't know my name.

So that night that only you and I know seems to have become a dusty secret. You may have forgotten it, but I will never forget it. I once felt that this was the closest I was to you in this life.

You may not know why I cried that night, but it was actually just a small thing.

I don’t know what other people think of me, but most of them don’t care about it. Some people may think that I am always indifferent and withdrawn, but that is just a mask to hide my nervousness and embarrassment, but no one is willing to take it seriously. To see clearly what kind of person I am, so I am silent more and more.

But there is too much silence, and in the long years, it is really lonely.

Hehe, I don’t know what I want to express. You definitely don’t like to watch the long-winded ones, but I hope you don’t think I’m disgusting or something. I won’t disturb your life, and I won’t treat you Have unrealistic fantasies.

Just so I can keep writing to you whether you see it or not.

I don’t know how your life in a foreign country is like. I heard that London is always cloudy. If you are sunny, you will be prosperous there. Everything will go well. "

Zhang Hui pressed the cigarette butt in the ashtray, went to the bathroom to wash his face, and thought about it for a while, after all, the time is too long, he has a vague impression of the details, the sense of familiarity that blows his face, but he just can't remember it The specific scene and this "strange man".

This letter evokes memories of when he first arrived in London. Those memories were really not good. He broke up with his girlfriend whom he had been dating for two years, left the comfort zone he had been living in, and went to a foreign country alone. It took him quite a while to get used to the language and cultural differences.

There was no wind and water, or even everything went smoothly. Many small and difficult things took Zhang Hui a lot of time to adapt and solve.

He stood in front of the window, the sky was faintly pale, a new day was coming, and tomorrow the city would be full of busy people again.

In every corner of this huge city, he is just one of the many beings, he is not someone else's light, he is not even his own light.

"Um……"

Suddenly, the sound of turning over and the man humming softly came from the bed behind him.

Zhang Hui turned around and found that the man was already awake, sitting on the bed with one hand propped on the bed, and the other hand covering his head. It must be the pain after a hangover.

"Are you awake?" Zhang Hui asked, his voice was hoarse after not speaking for a long time, but it was so pleasant in this silent space.

He saw the spine of the young man on the bed suddenly froze, the head slowly turned towards him, and his expression of disbelief.

Jing Ling didn't know what happened, but this night he slept peacefully, and there was no one who controlled his emotions. Instead, he dreamed that he was walking on a soft, yellowish cloud, chasing after the bunch of other people. The longing light goes away bravely.

But when he woke up, he didn't feel very well. He had a headache and didn't know what happened. After he got up with difficulty and opened his eyes, it turned out to be a strange bed. where is he.

But he was stubborn enough to remember that he fell asleep in the arms of the man he was thinking about day and night, he felt the body temperature, and he heard his steady heartbeat.

Maybe it's fantasy again, maybe it's because I've been too busy at work recently and under too much pressure.

But... where is he now?

At this moment, he heard a magnetic voice and was startled.

When he turned his head and found that the person standing there was indeed Zhang Hui, he was a little shocked. He didn't know how he would appear in Zhang Hui's house, and even lay on Zhang Hui's bed.

He only remembered that his mood became very bad yesterday after meeting Zhang Hui by chance. He wanted to drink, so he went to the bar downstairs. It was said to be famous but he hadn't been there.

He didn't know if he would be drunk, but he thought, he really needed alcohol's paralysis, his turbulent emotions were like an unstoppable flood when he met Zhang Hui again, flooding and uncontrollable.

Before he was so drunk that he passed out, he seemed to see Zhang Hui again, and he asked him if he knew him. It turned out that everything was real, not his fantasy and obscenity.

Is it not so easy to believe in reality if you have more fantasies?

How could he not know him, he likes him so much.

Seeing him stunned and shocked, probably because he hasn't figured out the situation, Zhang Hui explained: "You were drunk last night, I asked for your address but you were unconscious, so I had to take you back gone."

In fact, it was his hand that had been tightly clutching the shirt on Zhang Hui's chest, making it impossible for him to get out.

Jing Ling was a little annoyed, she shouldn't have drunk so much.

But when he thought of the bed he was sitting on Shi Zhanghui now, he felt a little inappropriately excited.

He said, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

After speaking, he lifted the quilt and got out of bed, but his legs were too soft and he couldn't stand still for a while, lying on the soft carpet, a little embarrassed.

Zhang Hui lifted him up and placed him on the sofa in the bedroom.

Jing Ling was a little embarrassed, ashamed and didn't even have time to react when Zhang Hui touched his hand when he was helping him.

Zhang Hui handed him the honey water he had prepared, and said in a harmonious voice, "Don't be so polite, sober up first."

Jing Ling held the honey water and didn't drink it for a long time, looking a little numb, when he realized it, he drank it all in one gulp, and then choked until he coughed non-stop.

Zhang Hui feels that he is not as cool as when he first saw it, but rather cute like a child.

Zhang Hui smiled, patted him on the back to help him calm down, and asked the question he was curious about: "How do you know me?"

Rubbing the glass with her fingers, Jing Ling said what he said after rehearsing countless reunions, but he never thought that he would have the opportunity to say this sentence: "There was probably no one who didn't know you back then."

"I'm Jing Ling from the 07 Photography Department. Long time no see Senior Brother Zhang."

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