rice story

Cheng Yunpeng sat on the sofa, and after a while, he heard Zhao Dami say, "How have you been these years?"

"Very good", Cheng Yunpeng took over the words: "It's just studying, studying all the way up, I have been studying this since I was in college, and I have met many noble people, and the journey has been smooth..."

"I see on your resume that you already have a Ph.D."

"No, not yet, I'm studying, haven't graduated yet..."

"Oh~", Zhao Dami's voice dragged on for a while, and gradually sank, when Cheng Yunpeng said suddenly.

"...And you? How are you doing?"

"It's pretty good too. You see, there are people called Mr. Zhao now." Zhao Dami suddenly smiled: "...but it's still far behind you...you haven't even graduated from university."

"It's nothing." Cheng Yunpeng saw that Zhao Dami was smiling and stopped smiling, and quickly comforted him, saying, "How well you are doing now, we are all here to work for you..."

"Also...", Zhao Dami only responded lightly, and continued.

"I just feel... I'm sorry for you... You helped me so seriously at that time. In the end, I... failed your good intentions... Hehe", Zhao Dami said As he spoke, he was suddenly a little embarrassed, and laughed softly as if mocking himself.

Both of them suddenly fell silent...

Until Cheng Yunpeng drank the cup of tea slowly while blowing.Then he stood up and said to Zhao Dami, "If it's convenient for you, take me to the test site."

"Okay, let's go!" Zhao Dami paused for a while before walking around from behind the table, picked up the key at the corner of the table, and led Cheng Yunpeng out the door.

The farms in the suburbs are not too small. The area selected as the project test field is a bit close to the residential areas in the outskirts of the city, and it is a bit far from the main administrative building. It is more convenient to go there by car.

And when Cheng Yunpeng got into the unattractive and somewhat dusty pickup, he realized that the seat belt on the co-pilot's seat couldn't be pulled off.

"This car is a bit old, and the seat belt of this seat is a bit difficult to pull..." Zhao Dami saw that Cheng Yunpeng pulled it hard a few times but couldn't pull it off, so he hurriedly explained.

"Oh, it's okay, let's not tie it up..." Cheng Yunpeng gave up and straightened his body. As soon as he sat down, he heard Zhao Dami turn his head to look at him, and at the same time untied his own tie just now. seat belt.

"Don't, the path in the field is a bit bumpy, it's better to tie it up...Let me help you..."

As he said that, he leaned over and stood in front of Cheng Yunpeng, and stretched out a hand to help him pull the belt.

Zhao Dami's face suddenly appeared in front of Cheng Yunpeng.

It seems that as long as Cheng Yunpeng raises his head a little, he can easily kiss his rosy lips.

He was taken aback by Zhao Dami's sudden movement.

This posture is like being tightly embraced by Zhao Dami and pressed against the back of the chair.

Cheng Yunpeng's body was tense, he didn't dare to move, even breathing was so tense and cautious.

He closed his eyes and forced himself not to pay too much attention to the appearance of the person in front of him, the sound of breathing and the faint smell of smoke wafting from his body, repeatedly saying in his heart not to care, not to look, not to listen, not to move...

But his face still couldn't help but slowly blushed...

...Zhao Dami finally pulled out the seat belt, and then buckled it into the buckle with a "click".

Then he sat back in his seat as if nothing had happened, without even looking at Cheng Yunpeng, he started the car and drove out...

When the two returned from the test field, it was already dark, and a light rain began to fall.

The roads are slippery in rainy days, and the muddy trails in the suburbs are soaked by the rain, making the car particularly prone to skidding and dangerous.

Zhao Dami persuaded Cheng Yunpeng to stay here for one night first, and then took him to his room.

Cheng Yunpeng pushed the box just brought from Zhao Dami's office, and walked behind Zhao Dami step by step, and his mood calmed down.

Although there was no words along the way, there was nothing wrong with each other.

Until he saw the small single bed from the side corner where Zhao Dami opened the door...

His heart, which had finally calmed down, began to beat wildly again inexplicably "thumping".

Cheng Yunpeng couldn't help thinking of Ye Lai who fought with that boy many years ago and then hugged and fell asleep together.

However, they are no longer the children of those days.

From the summer before going abroad, Cheng Yunpeng already knew that he had resigned himself to his fate, that he might never be able to fight and hug Zhao Dami calmly and recklessly again.

Now, he is staring blankly at the tall and straight figure in front of him, and suddenly thinks of all those strange dreams in the past 8 years...

He dreamed that the person in front of him was ripped off the button of his jacket in the dream, and he ran his fingers sticky from behind his back. Knots touched his body, he dreamed of his heavy breathing, he heard him call his name in a hoarse voice...

After 8 years of torment, Cheng Yunpeng has stored countless vague or charming faces in his mind.

Those warm and obscene dreams in his heart that can't stop staying in his memory as he grows up...

Every game is only related to Zhao Dami...

Cheng Yunpeng also spurned himself helplessly, but it still didn't help.

Fortunately, 8 years is a long time,

Accompanied by those unspeakable dreams, he finally learned to calmly spend one lonely and wet night after another.

So the moment the door opened, he couldn't stop thinking about it.

He felt that those mottled dreams of hope seemed to suddenly have the possibility of dreams coming true at this moment.

Cheng Yunpeng's whole body began to tremble uncontrollably because of his imagination.

He couldn't help but feel a bit of excitement and a little bit of nervousness in his heart.

But fortunately, the lights in the room have not had time to turn on, and Zhao Dami must have not had time to see his flushed cheeks.

He couldn't help but think carefully in his heart, and suddenly thought that regardless of face and consequences, it would be better to hit the sun instead of picking up the sun, and directly confess to the person in front of him tonight the real reason why he left in the first place.

He was suddenly fed up with the trembling and careful plans that he had been lingering in his mind all the time, he suddenly didn't want to test anything, just wanted to tell him his true inner thoughts.

He felt that he had been suffering for too long, and he was almost unable to bear it anymore...

Thinking about it, he suddenly seemed to see the stunned look on Zhao Dami's face, maybe if he was lucky, he might also see his surprised look...

Cheng Yunpeng thought about it, and a faint smile appeared on his blushing face unconsciously...

But before Cheng Yunpeng could speak, Zhao Dami walked back to the door, turned on the light without turning his head, and said nothing.

"It's raining just now, you should rest early...I'll go first..."

The smirking Cheng Yunpeng who was suddenly exposed to the light suddenly came back to his senses, and watched him go out the door.

There was only time to ask: "Then... where do you live?"

"Don't worry, I have a place to live!", the voice came from a distance from the end of the dark corridor, and then suddenly fell silent...

Cheng Yunpeng had no choice but to change his clothes and climb onto the small bed. He pulled up the soft quilt, covered his nose, and buried half of his face in it.

He sniffed the smell of Zhao Dami in the room, and suddenly blushed from his own meng lang's expectation and imagination just now!

Zhao Dami, who hurried all the way back to the office, didn't notice Cheng Yunpeng's strange expression and nervous look at all.

Because, ever since he saw the young man in white getting out of the car and stretching lazily from a distance at noon, his heart has always been filled with a lingering atmosphere of compassion and unwillingness.

In just half a day, he was trying his best to stabilize his restless heart caused by the appearance of a certain person.

Even though he had vaccinated himself a day earlier, he still couldn't help being hit at that moment.

Then he vaguely spent a long-lost afternoon beside that person.

The sudden real joy for the whole afternoon seemed to be a memory that had been cut off for thousands of years, so blurred that I was a little surprised.

He suddenly couldn't remember exactly what he had said and done all afternoon.

It's just miraculously feeling the sensations brought to my body by intentional or unintentional touches.

The wet right hand held by me, the breath that inadvertently pounced on my chest in the passenger seat, and the unintentional touch of fingertips when holding the water glass...

Everything seemed to deliberately disturb Zhao Dami's frantic heartbeat.

Zhao Dami gritted his teeth and lowered his eyes sadly.

He told himself no, no, no!Then he clenched his fist so hard that his nails seemed to sink deeply into his palm.

He walked to the desk, lowered his head and stared expressionlessly at the photo of the man with red lips and white teeth wearing rimless glasses on the thin resume for a long time.

It wasn't until the eyes started to turn sour and blurred that they closed their eyes before they were completely out of focus...

Zhao Dami used to think that he could accept all the results, he thought he was calm and calm enough, he thought that his years of waiting were based on a sacred and undefiled mission, he thought he agreed with the saying that great love is to let go, he thought I just want a hug, but I don't know that deep down in my heart, I want more...

So, the moment he got his resume the day before, he was easily stabbed by the words on it. Until now, there still seems to be a faint pain in his heart.It clearly says - "Marital Status...Married..."

Zhao Dami was suddenly angry,

He grabbed the resume, rolled it in the palm of his hand, clenched his fist, and smashed it on the glass of the desk.

He cursed fiercely.

"Hold!"