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Even though Ning He felt that he had done something absurd in a moment of impatience, the ten-digit cell phone number belonging to Ai Xing was still the first in his address book.

After the party, four or five days later, Ning He thought that Ai Xing would contact him every night, but in the end he just fell asleep in exhaustion and loneliness.

When he woke up this morning, a reminder popped up in his phone memo, reminding him to remember to send flowers.

Ning He skillfully entered an online flower shop and ordered a bouquet of lilies and violets. After confirming the payment, he entered a cemetery in the south of Los Angeles in the address bar.

Ai Xing's mother was buried there, and Ning He had accompanied Ai Xing to the cemetery.Even though they parted ways later, Ning He would still order a bouquet of the same flowers the day before Amy's death, and then pay a high price to have it delivered to her grave.

When Ning He received the confirmation email from the flower shop, he accidentally calculated the time and realized that it was exactly ten years after Ai Xing's mother passed away.He felt a little pity in his heart, and wanted to contact Ai Xing to confirm that he was in good spirits on this special day.

But after hesitating for a whole day and editing countless messages, Ning He didn't have the courage to send it out.

It wasn't until he finished singing at the bar, returned to his suite, and found that it was starting to rain, that he finally couldn't hold back and called Ai Xing.

After a long blind tone, the phone was connected.

Ning He only got Ai Xing's mobile phone number unilaterally, but Ai Xing seemed to know that it was Ning He's call, so he didn't take the initiative to speak.

Ning He tentatively said, "I'm Ning He." After a pause, he continued, "...Nothing special, just wanted to ask you if you brought an umbrella when it rained."

After a brief silence, Ai Xing asked him, "Are you in the clubhouse?"

Ning He said, "Yes, I am in my own room."

"Leave me the door." Ai Xing said directly.

Ning He was startled, and then replied, "Okay."

The phone was disconnected.

Ning He waited for Ai Xing for an hour, prepared red wine and whiskey in advance, asked the front desk to bring ice cubes to accompany the wine, and ordered a Cantonese-style supper.In short, he did his best to arrange it meticulously and thoughtfully.

When Ai Xing came, his clothes were wet from the rain and he smelled of alcohol, but he looked clear and not drunk.Ning He took a large and dry bath towel to wipe the water stains on his suit.Ai Xing's attitude was quite peaceful, he took off his suit jacket and let Ning He hang it in the closet.

Ning He asked him, "Have you had dinner? I ordered you some supper."

Ai Xing sat on the sofa, looked at the steaming lunch boxes on the tea table in front of him, and smiled lazily, "Why are you so obedient?"

Ning He is not a docile and obedient person by nature, but he still tolerated Ai Xing's intentional picks.

Ai Xing asked him, "Have you eaten?"

Ning He said, "Eat."

Ai Xing asked again, "Did you take a bath?"

Ning He was stunned, wondering if he should only understand the question literally.

Ai Xing waited for his answer, looking at him with some kind of entity.Even though Ning He stood in front of Ai Xing in proper clothes, he felt as if he had been stripped naked, and soon couldn't hide his red heartbeat.

"No." He replied in a low voice.

"Go, take a shower." Ai Xing still had that lazy attitude, telling him in a calm tone.

Ning He didn't move, he didn't know if Ai Xing wanted to do something to him.But I also feel that with the current atmosphere of seeming incongruity, a simple and rough sex/love cannot solve the problem.

He tried to chat with Ai Xing, but Ai Xing was not interested at all, he tilted his head and looked at him with half-closed eyes, "Ning He, don't make me say it a third time."

Ning He sighed almost imperceptibly, walked into the bathroom, closed the door, and soon there was the sound of rushing water.

About 10 minutes later, he came out wearing a slightly baggy long-sleeved T-shirt with water dripping from the ends of his hair.The hot air made his cheeks rosy, and he didn't look as pale as usual, with a hint of color at the end of his eyes.

Ai Xing stared at him unabashedly, and pointed to the single sofa in front of him, "Sit."

Ning He sat down as promised, Ai Xing leaned over, put his elbows on his knees, and said, "Let's sing a song."

Seeing his calm look, Ning He knew that this person would not let him go easily tonight, so he said slowly, "What do you want to hear?"

"Whatever, let's sing a jazz first." Ai Xing was very close to him, exuding a sense of oppression that Ning He couldn't ignore.

Ning He sang half of "Waters of March", but Ai Xing interrupted him, "Change to a Japanese song."

Ning He sang "Gray to Blue" again, but was soon interrupted by Ai Xing again, "Change another song."

Ning He didn't resist, and changed as he asked, but after singing a few words, Ai Xing suddenly reached out and pinched his jaw, and said, "Ning He, you weren't like this before, why are you so obedient now?"

Ning He didn't hide, and looked at him, "Ai Xing, let's talk when you calm down."

Ai Xing's thin lips tightened, and his hands gradually exerted force.Ning He frowned, but didn't cry out.

"It's late today, and it's raining outside again, so you can sleep with me." Ning He said again.

In fact, he has nothing to rely on, even if he retreats again and again, he may not be able to make up for Ai Xing, so he wants to see if he can get along with him with a normal attitude.

Ai Xing suddenly pulled him up and dragged him towards the bedroom.Ning He staggered two steps, was picked up by Ai Xing directly, walked out of the living room, entered the bedroom, and finally threw him on the bed.

Because Ning He always went to bed late and often didn't get up until the morning, the bedroom was always drawn with heavy curtains.When Ai Xing entered the door, he closed the door with his foot, and the light outside was completely cut off, and the room was plunged into darkness.

Ning He backed up with his upper body supported, and Ai Xing took advantage of the situation to push him against the wall.

The two of them were very close, the fragrance of Ning He's body after bathing and the smell of tobacco and alcohol on Ai Xing's body mingled together.Everything around them was dim, and they could only see the faint light in each other's eyes.

Ai Xing lowered his voice and asked, "Did you send the flowers?"

Ning He responded with silence instead.

Ai Xing brushed the hair hanging from his forehead and wiped it back, revealing his smooth and beautiful forehead.

The lips that were relatively cold immediately covered them, and they rubbed together slowly, as if a bird of prey was biting his prey.

Ning He closed his eyes, his heart was beating rapidly, and his brain went blank. He heard Ai Xing say, "Ning He, six years, have you been too cruel to me?"

"...Knowing that I like your voice, the divorce must be left to me in the form of recording. Have you ever thought about how I would feel every time I played back this recording after you left?"

"I remember sending flowers to my mother's grave every year. I pinched every weakness of mine. But I stood at the farthest place from me and said it was for my own good."

"Ning He, can't you afford to wait that much? I can't give you what I have. Maybe I can give it when I'm 19 or 20."

"You know me too well. You know what I care about and what I'm afraid of. So you do whatever you want."

"You haven't had a good six years. I know."

"You deserve it, don't you."

Ning He was able to maintain restraint at first.But every time Ai Xing asked, his composure collapsed by an inch, and in the end he was already shaking uncontrollably.

Ai Xing still grabbed his hair and pressed him tightly, but the kiss that fell was extremely gentle.

Ning He's lips trembled, even though Ai Xing kissed his forehead, he seemed to want to speak, but he couldn't make a sound.

He knew Aixing was right.

He deserved it, he deserved it.

He left Ai Xing to record, and sent flowers to Ai Xing's deceased mother, all to remind the other party not to forget himself.

Ning He barely uttered two broken syllables, "Ai... Xing..."

Ai Xing pressed his lips, as if he didn't want to hear his excuse.

They can no longer illuminate each other in the dark.After being separated for too long, they eventually became a pair of resentful couples that could not be let go.

"Ning He, do you still remember what you said in the recording?" Ai Xing asked slowly, "After so long, can I hear you tell the truth?"

"Why did you ask me for a divorce?"

After speaking, he let go of Ning He.

Ning He pressed his back against the wall, and looked away, not looking at Ai Xing.

Ai Xing said sharply, "Ai Chengjin looked for you in private."

Ning He was almost frozen, and after a long time, he said, "I'm sorry, Ai Xing. Your father looked for me at that time, and showed me a letter that your mother left him when she was alive."

"Your mother said that he has discovered your orientation, but thinks that you are still young and may change. Your father took that letter and begged me to give you a chance, saying that our relationship like this will only drag you down again and again. and......"

"Also, if we don't separate. My mother will probably have to end her relationship with your father."

"I'm sorry, Aixing..."

Ning He couldn't continue, looked up at Ai Xing, slowly stretched out his hand, and grabbed the other's sleeve.

Ai Xing squatted in front of him, without moving.

In fact, they all know that it is meaningless to repeat these.

Even if Ning He was the one who was crushed by reality and emotions, he tried to leave each other with the last dignity when they were separated, took over all the mistakes alone, and even wanted to save Ai Xing's family.

But he couldn't save himself.At that time, Ai Xing couldn't protect him.

Ning He sat up a little bit, approached Ai Xing, and the hand holding his sleeve moved up to hold Ai Xing's arm.

He seemed vulnerable and stubborn.At the moment when he was about to kiss Ai Xing, he said half-dumbly, "Ai Xing, what should I do to make you feel better?"

Then, before Ai Xing could answer, he leaned forward and kissed her.

Six years and five months, countless nights of crying, countless times of tossing and turning, and countless midnight dreams, he once again kissed the person he loved the most in his life.

Ai Xing didn't refuse, but he didn't respond either.

Ning He grabbed his arms tightly and pushed him back on the bed.

The moment the two fell, Ai Xing subconsciously reached out to support Ning He.

Six years and five months, countless self-imposed exiles, countless long journeys alone, countless attempts to forget, his soul and body still have the most instinctive reaction to Ning He.

Ning He kissed for a long time, as if he was very afraid that Ai Xing would disappear as soon as he let go.

Finally, Ai Xing finally raised his hand, put his arms around him, took him a little away, and said, "I'll sleep here tonight." He stretched out his other hand and wiped the wet corners of Ning He's eyes, "Don't cry gone."

Ning He's tears did not fill his eyes, but after Ai Xing said "don't cry", he completely lost control of his emotions and hugged him tightly.Snot and tears rubbed Ai Xing's body, and then said some random words, probably I will sing for you and wait for you to get off work to accompany you to do what you want to do, give me a chance to make up for it and so on.

Ai Xing didn't say anything, in fact, he had never seen Ning He who lost his composure like this.

He knew in his heart that Ning He was different from himself, Ning He didn't only like boys, if he hadn't met him, he would have had many choices.

Ning He is naturally eye-catching, the kind of person who will never be lonely.For other feelings, Ning He comes and goes freely.The only one who gave Ai Xing the most tender love and the most cruel parting.

They met at the wrong time, so walking was difficult.

If the time starts all over again.Would everything be different.

The author has something to say: Ai Xing is probably the most affectionate attack I have ever written...

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