boiled frog

Wen Qing felt that Qi Yang was a little strange recently.

Some time ago, he came to his house from time to time, either to cook, wash clothes, or drag himself to mop the floor and wipe the table, making the house spotless, even Xiao Jingzhou couldn't help being surprised when he came back.

Recently, it seems to be missing again, no one can be seen at all, Wen Qing, who likes to stay at home when he has nothing to do all day long, becomes uncomfortable without Qi Yang, an idler who has nothing to do.

In fact, Qi Yang can come and go whenever he wants to Wen Qing, and no one can stop his rhythm. After all, he is here for nothing, isn't he?

Xiao Jingzhou had been on a business trip for the past few days, so Wen Qing ate deep-fried dough sticks and drank soy milk in the morning, and ate breakfast alone at home.

He sighed.

In the past, when Qi Yang came every day, he felt sorry for it at first, but he got used to it later, and now it disappeared suddenly, Wen Qing felt empty in his heart.

He stared at the seat where Qi Yang often sat, feeling a bit depressed.

He shook his head.

Once Qi Yang didn't go to Wen Qing's house, the two basically couldn't see each other. Wen Qing didn't meet Qi Yang when he went to help in the bar or play the piano in the tea room.

That night Wen Qing helped Bai Lian tidy up the drum kit, and helped Dong Zi tune the strings of the guitar that were a little off. Just as he was about to go home, he saw Qi Yang sitting at the bar drinking wine.

He walked over.

Seeing him coming, Qi Yang smiled and raised his wine glass, "Guess?"

"Okay." He answered readily.

Wen Qing frowned and stared at the wine glass for a long time.

Seeing that he couldn't tell, Qi Yang smiled, "Try it?"

Wen Qing nodded, took a sip, and sipped it for a long time.

"No," Wen Qing finally smiled helplessly, "Jingzhou is not here, and I am not familiar with this bartender, and my sense of taste is not yet developed."

Qi Yang curled his lips, Wen Qing sat down on the chair beside him, and didn't feel Qi Yang's body was slightly stiff.

"I haven't seen you recently," Wen Qing casually ordered a cocktail, "Did something happen?"

Qi Yang turned his head to look at him, "Chef Qi is studying new dishes in seclusion, and he will show you his skills when he comes back."

"Oh," Wen Qing smiled, "Then I have to wait."

Qi Yang also smiled, shook the wine glass in his hand, and remained silent.

Qi Yang sat on the bar chair, Wen Qing leaned on the bar counter, facing the dance floor, and suddenly said.

"Qi Yang, do you want to dance?"

"... us?"

"Well, what?" Wen Qing glanced at him, "No way?"

Qi Yang smiled, he had learned some in the body class before, and it was enough for this small bar.

They said they were going to dance, but the dance floor in the bar is not such a spacious place, people are crowded and crowded, and the two of them just wandered around randomly when they went in.

The sound was booming, and a powerful dance music was playing. When the two of them entered, the dance floor was already in full swing.

"Wow! Hey!" The figures on the dance floor twisted to the music, and some shouted excitedly.

Qi Yang and Wen Qing just swayed casually at first, they are not people who often come to the dance floor to dance, and they were squeezed a few times for a while.

Wen Qing was squeezed a few times, his feet were a little unsteady, he almost fell accidentally, Qi Yang gave him a hand.

Just as Wen Qing was about to say thank you, he raised his head, but Qi Yang's face was pressed down.

He whispered in his ear, "Who said I wouldn't come just now..."

His voice was low, even on the noisy dance floor, Wen Qing could hear him clearly.

Because of helping Wen Qing just now, Qi Yang still held Wen Qing's shoulders with his hands, and his dancing hot breath brushed against Wen Qing's ears, and there was still a frivolous smile on the corner of his mouth.

Wen Qing's face became hot.

He had never seen Qi Yang like this, slightly drunk and sexy.

When Wen Qing was a little dazed, Qi Yang suddenly swayed his body greatly.

He still pressed his shoulders and didn't let go, and pressed his body against Wen Qing's, rubbing up and down to the beat of the music.

Wen Qing stood there without moving.

The people around him didn't know when the twisting range was much smaller, and they all secretly turned their heads to look at the two people.

Qi Yang wiped Wen Qing's chest and moved his head to Wen Qing's shoulder, and took a shallow bite.

Wen Qing's whole body was stiff.

He only heard him whisper, "Dare you?"

Wen Qing remained silent, tightly clutching the corners of Qi Yang's clothes with both hands.

Qi Yang saw his movements clearly, and just laughed, the teasing in his eyes revealed.

Unknowingly when the music changed to a slow rock, the rhythm slowed down, and Qi Yang's movements also slowed down. When his head brushed against Wen Qing's chest, he bit down a few buttons on Wen Qing's shirt with his teeth.

The hot breath fell on Wen Qing's bare|naked chest, and he even felt Qi Yang's tongue sliding down the hook line between his two chest muscles.

He looked up at him provocatively.

Wen Qing felt that his whole body was burning hot.

Everyone around them stared blankly at them.

Wen Qing came back to her senses, frowned, bit her lip and pushed him.

Qi Yang looked at him, Wen Qing could see the desire hidden deep in his eyes.

He got up, grabbed his shoulders, strode out of the dance floor, turned away from people's sight, paused and went backstage.

The band was still playing on stage, the backstage was empty, and they were sitting in the dressing room.

"Are you fucking drunk again?!" Wen Qing cursed after a while.

"No, I didn't drink much today," Qi Yang looked up at him.

His face and chest were still flushed, and the collar of his shirt was opened up a lot by Qi Yang's actions just now.

"Then how do you..."

Before Wen Qing finished speaking, Qi Yang stood up as if he heard something, walked in front of him, tugged at his collar, and buttoned the top buttons one by one.

At this time, someone came outside the door.

"Hey, I'm exhausted..." It was Dong Zi who came in, he came in carelessly, saw the overlapping figures of Qi Yang and Wen Qing, and was stunned.

Qi Yang gritted his teeth, patted the clothes on Wen Qing's shoulders a little harder, and smiled, "It's so dark... where did you go?"

"...I guess it's the bottom of the drum, I don't know how long it's been since it was cleaned," Wen Qing also smiled, and looked back at Dong Zi, "You're here, I have to complain to Boss Xiao about this The hardware is ready."

Dong Zi was a rough guy, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with it. Instead, he seemed to think of something, "Ah, yes, I can't even see that guitar. I was playing it so much that I thought the strings were loose."

They talked casually for a while, and then went straight home from the backstage.

Qi Yang insisted on sending Wen Qing home, and told him that he would come to cook him breakfast tomorrow.

"Come back soon," the two of them stood downstairs, Wen Qing looked at Qi Yang with bright eyes, "If you don't come back, the shop downstairs will be ruined."

Qi Yang smiled.

Some time ago, Qi Yang came to cook for them every day, which stretched the stomachs of both of them, but they haven't retracted yet, and kept stuffing junk food into them in the morning.

"Well, I'll come tomorrow," Qi Yang patted Wen Qing's head seemingly unintentionally, "Wait for me."

"...Okay." Wen Qing was stunned, but still answered.

Then Qi Yang turned and left.

Wen Qing raised her hand and touched her hair that was touched by Qi Yang just now, as if she could still feel the remaining warmth.

He remembered that there was once a person who patted his head like this. Gently, the palm was full of warmth, and he could feel it through the thick hair.

He stood quietly in the darkness for a long time before turning and entering the corridor.

Qi Yang's home was still some distance away from Wen Qing's place, he walked slowly on the road, his tightly clenched palms were gradually released until he felt the coldness from his fingers.

Is the weather starting to get cooler at the end of August...

He could feel himself trembling every minute and every second with Wen Qing.

When he got home, Xiao Taoer was sitting on the sofa watching TV happily.

Qi Yang still feels a little emotional when he sees him.

This is a person who came from that period like myself, why doesn't he feel anything, how can he continue to love and be loved as he pleases, why doesn't he regret it.

Xiao Tao'er has nothing to regret, he was originally only the object of Mingjin's venting when he was lonely, and he was even treated gently by Mingjin in bed.

But what about him.

He regretted it, he regretted it so much that he was about to die.

At that time, when I was young, I only wanted to tell the person I liked about my heart, but I was timid and timid, looking forward and backward, until finally I fell in love with you.

make up your mind.

He wants to express his feelings for him, even if he can't take it, he wants to express it.

When Mingjin's body became cold in the bathroom, he was about to confess his love to Mingjin. At that time, he had just learned to cook, and he specially showed off his skills by preparing a table of newly learned dishes. He made all the preparations, even He has made up his mind that he can no longer maintain such a close yet somewhat distant relationship with Ming Jin in the future.

Everything was ready, he could even imagine Ming Jin's deep frown when he refused.

When Ming Jin died in the hospital, he wanted to find Xiao An, to yell at him, to scold him.

I haven't had time to tell him that I like him too, what right do you have to kill him? !

Qi Yang thinks about how stupid he was at that time, young and energetic, trying to have a fruitless relationship, a cheap temper who would not repent until his head was smashed and bleeding.

Xiao Tao'er saw Qi Yang standing at the door in a daze, and walked towards him biting a lollipop.

"What's the matter? Do you want me to help you change?"

Qi Yang came back to his senses, gave him a blank look, pushed him away, changed his shoes and entered the house.

Xiao Tao'er didn't take it seriously, she curled her lips and continued to sit on the sofa and watch his TV.

Qi Yang returned to the house, remembering what happened tonight, he punched the wall so hard that Xiao Tao'er outside felt the vibration of the wall.

"Be good," he murmured, "don't dare to mess with him..."

After meeting Minghe, he didn't intend to see Wen Qing again, anyway, it was just an ordinary friendship, and it would be broken as soon as he said it.

But tonight Qi Yang wanted to see him out of nowhere, so he went to the house first, and then went to the bar.

When he saw Wen Qing walking towards him with a smile, he was suddenly in a daze.

Did he approach Ming Jin like this?Could he also be able to smile so unreservedly and so heartily when he looked at Mingjin?

The past five years ago hit him like a tide, and he was caught off guard.

Qi Yang, let me tell you, that person is the most beautiful person I have ever seen.

He is a man, but only beauty can describe him, he is much prettier than those men and women on the catwalk.

He has long hair, is black, and plays the drums, and when he plays—hey, don't call me a pussy—he really shines.

Xiao An is really gentle.

Xiao An can also sketch, and on weekends he always goes to the park to draw pictures of others to earn pocket money.

When I'm free, I'll take you there.

……

What can happen, it's not because of Xiao Anan...

You said I...why do I like him...

He... how could he... keep rejecting me...

How could he bear...

I am so sad……

Happy, happy, happy, drunk, painful.

Every bit that Ming Jin said was as clear as yesterday, and he still remembered the blush on his face when he was drunk.

He even thought of the night that he had kept dust away long ago, the only night that could be just the two of them.

When he looked at Wen Qing again, he made sure of one thing.

This kind of pain, this kind of pain of not being able to get the person you love the most, this kind of pain of being forced to death by the person you love the most, this kind of pain that you can't touch in your life when you are by your side, this kind of pain of watching the love you love The pain of death.

How could the parties have not tasted it.

Mingjin, if you didn't get it, let me get it for you, okay?

He shook the wine glass in his hand, smiled and raised it to Wen Qing, "Guess?"

"Okay." He answered readily.

"Try it?"

"Okay." He nodded.