Dedicated to Luhe

The love I used to imagine should be the kind that once the relationship is confirmed, the sky will be thundered and the bed board will be collapsed. However, when I really started to fall in love, it was as innocent as an underage.

I don't know if the problem is with me or with Lu He, in short, a kiss makes both of us embarrassed.

Lu He said, "Can you tell me what you were thinking when you were distracted?"

He stood right in front of me, the tip of his nose almost touching my face.

The towel was still around my neck, and the balls of his fingers were against my collarbone.

I gulp subconsciously, perfectly revealing how nervous I am.

"Just thinking wildly," I said, "every time my mind wanders, I think differently."

"What were you thinking when I kissed you just now?"

That must not be said, too shameful.

It is said that adults should have the happiness of adults, and it is not impossible for couples to talk about colorful topics. After all, it is a very beautiful thing between two people who love each other, but the problem is, I and Lu He has just started, even if we are two adult men with not so thin skins, some topics should still be slowed down.

reserved.

Be reserved.

I said, "My brain is blank, I can't think of anything."

Lu He smiled: "What a coincidence, me too."

I don't know if what he said was true or not, but what I said was false.

But no matter what, after being nervous and shy, I was more proud and sweet.

Lu He and I stood there stupidly looking at each other and laughed, laughing so hard that my face burned and his ears turned red.

His hand that was originally on my shoulder slid down my arm and held my hand. For the first time in my life, I clasped my fingers tightly, and my palms were sweaty.

After being silly for a while, Lu He asked me: "Are you still sleeping?"

"I didn't plan to sleep at all." Since I knew he hadn't left downstairs, the plan to sleep was cancelled.

"Then... talk for a while?"

"Let's talk."

Lu He hesitated for a moment, but sat back on the chair.

In fact, I really want him to sit on the bed with me, ambiguous, but he still seems a little restrained, not at all like my boyfriend should be.

One of us was sitting on a chair and the other was sitting on a bed. When I raised my eyes and took a peek at him, I found that Lu He, who was usually full of aura in the company, was sitting in a very good posture—sitting upright, with his hands on his knees .

I asked him, "Lu He, are you a little embarrassed?"

Maybe he wasn't embarrassed at first, but he was embarrassed when I asked him this question.

Lu He was obviously taken aback for a moment, and then adjusted his sitting posture, but it was a little awkward no matter what.

I pulled the pillow behind me to hug him, and looked at him: "I'm not used to it."

"What?" He looked up at me.

"I have been single for so many years, and suddenly I have a boyfriend," I tried to sound as relaxed as possible, trying to ease the inexplicable awkward atmosphere, "I feel like I have reached the pinnacle of my life."

Lu He finally smiled, lowered his head slightly, lowered his eyes, and smiled very handsomely.

He said, "Yes, me too."

There was another silence, and I thought about it.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"You said."

"What happened to you that morning, can you tell me now?" I was always curious, but I never dared to ask. In this relationship, there is strict social distance, and it is offensive to ask too much.

But it's different now, now we are lovers.

As Lu He's lover, I think I should be able to know more about him, whether it is happiness or pain, I should understand.

But when I thought about this, I suddenly realized a very important thing-I was still too hasty.

We have known each other for two or three months, chatted and drank wine, ate skewers and enjoyed the moon, but do we really know each other?

I only know his name, age and job, and I have only seen his appearance in the workplace and in front of me. As for his real life status, I don't know anything.

I don't know anything about his family, his friends, his hobbies.

That is to say, if the Luhe is compared to a lake, then I only see the part on the surface of the water, and I don't understand even a tiny bit of it under the surface, and it is precisely that part that is the most important.

I suddenly looked up at Lu He. After I asked that question, he didn't answer for a long time, as if he was thinking about which sentence should be used to start the whole thing.

I looked at him and asked myself: Then, Shu Wang, do you regret your sloppyness?

Before I gave myself an answer, Lu He had already spoken.

He said: "Sometimes the outbreak of an incident is the accumulation of certain fragments of the past. If you want to trace the cause of that incident, it will be a long story, and it is not pleasant. Are you sure you want to listen?"

Of course it can't be fun.

How could something that brought him close to suicide be pleasant?

"If you don't mind," I said, "I won't force you, but if you'd like me to share with you, I'd be happy."

Lu He looked at me and smiled, those eyes behind the glasses were really charming.

I stretched out my hand, and he also raised his hand and let me pull him over.

We sat on the bed together, I hugged the pillow, and he hugged the dolphin pillow I won in a game in the park, and said to me: "That day, I was wronged."