man in suit

"What are you thinking?"

"If I just let go, will you sink?"

In the hot spring massage pool, the still weak man leaned against He Wenhan's arms, and the flowing water at a suitable temperature swirled and washed over their bodies, making them slightly itchy.

Inside the vortex are a few petals dyed carmine, spinning in Mingchen's field of vision, as if a roulette wheel of fate will never stop, and it will never be able to escape.

The man behind pressed his thigh and waist and moved, his body trembled slightly instinctively, Ming Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at the metal tracker on his ankle.

Ming Chen said: "You are like a child who can't get enough to eat."

"What does it feel like to die? Will the air be pulled out of the lungs little by little, will the body gradually become cold? I heard people say that before dying, they will recall all the things in their lives, just like a revolving door, right? ?”

He Wenhan kissed the back of the man's neck, tenderly and intimately, and the moist hot air sprayed on Mingchen's shoulders, making it slightly itchy.

The wind blew gently, and the snowflakes in the yard swirled and fell into the water, melting away into nothingness. He Wenhan gently kneaded his fingers. This young man who has always been arrogant and domineering At this time, she seemed extraordinarily quiet, and there was a bit of cautiousness full of contradictions in those intimate little gestures.

Obviously he was the one who was wiped clean, what exactly is He Wenhan feeling sad about.

In the end, He Wenhan didn't leave Mingchen alone in the water to fend for himself. After he came out of the hot spring massage pool, he was gently placed on the bed where the bedding had been changed. The appearance of nothing made Mingchen feel like he was about to be sacrificed.

The numb body seemed to be regaining strength bit by bit, and the process was very slow.

After cleaning his body and applying body lotion, He Wenhan pulled the quilt over Ming Chen's body, sat down on the sofa next to him, and smoked silently with a cigarette in his hand.

One mouthful after another, wishing to fill up the lungs.

"Cough cough cough!" Suddenly smoked fiercely, He Wenhan coughed twice, took two deep breaths, looked at the motionless man lying on the bed, flicked the cigarette ash, and said, "Almost can move right?"

"Don't you hate me?" said the man on the bed.

"If someone must die between you and me, it will only be me." With a grin, He Wenhan grabbed the phone next to him and muttered something.

Ming Chen frowned, "Where is this language?"

"I ordered something to eat."

"I'm not hungry."

"Of course you won't be hungry as long as you lie still and enjoy it, but I have to work hard to sow seeds and bathe and wipe your body for you." He Wenhan said without shame.

"I didn't ask you to do that." With a slight movement of his fingers, Ming Chen turned his head and glanced at He Wenhan, with an annoying certainty in his tone, "You have something to hide from me, He Wenhan."

Sometimes a person is too smart to be annoying.

Without evading or refusing to answer, He Wenhan sneered, put his hands on the back of the sofa, and raised his jaw slightly as always, arrogant and overconfident: "Is it so obvious? But there is one thing you said wrong, I didn't intend to hide it Anything about you, after all, you are the king of agents, who can keep it from you forever?"

"Are you mocking me?" Shuang Yu leaned on both sides of his body.Ming Chen slowly sat up and leaned against the head of the bed, the quilt slid down his shoulders to the crook of his arms, he hooked his fingers at He Wenhan, "Give me a cigarette."

"When you get older, take good care of your health, what kind of cigarettes do you smoke?"

Glancing at Ming Chen, He Wenhan insisted on not giving the man a cigarette. After hearing the knock on the door, he got up and left the bedroom. He Wenhan's voice came from outside the door: "I cooked bird's nest for you."

Taking a light look at He Wenhan's receding back, Ming Chen tilted his head to look at the white snow outside the window, piece by piece, pure white and soft, like the feathers falling down from the wings of an angel.

……

On a snowy day, watching a man walk barefoot on the soft snow is a wonderful treat.

Light and shallow footprints, on the slender and powerful ankle is a finger-wide thin tracker, which is cold and delicately wrapped around that ankle, and the white and clean bare feet are slightly reddened by the cold of the ice and snow, Pale pink soles, reddish toes...

I want to hold that man's ankle tightly, use his warm fingertips to wipe away the coldness of the other person, and slide along the ankle all the way to the calf and knee.

The ten fingers playing on the black and white keys belong to the story of Ming Chen, the vicissitudes and tenderness of this man.

It is a full-bodied and charming spirit.

is an addictive cigar.

It's a song with a story.

Footsteps fell one by one on the clean snow, and He Wenhan pushed open the balcony door and walked into the garden, following the sound of the piano played by the man's fingertips, and a slightly hoarse singing voice overflowing from his throat.

It was very close, getting closer and closer, and the figure gradually became clear.

"Aren't you going to release an album? I'm sure you will have a group of fanatical followers." He Wenhan stretched out his hand towards the man sitting in front of the piano in the garden, and his eyes paused for a while on Ming Chen's bare feet that were red from the cold .

Since He Wenhan came back that day, he has stayed in the manor and never went out again. Mingchen can see He Wenhan every day, when he wakes up in the morning, when he eats at noon, during his lunch break in the afternoon, and when he drinks at night. Together we don't intend to go anywhere.

Everyday life is like copying and pasting, nothing has changed much, and the calm is too comfortable.

"How long do you think this place will be discovered?"

Moved from the garden to the small living room, Mingchen sat on the soft and warm carpet in front of the sofa, lazily leaning against the sofa behind him, He Wenhan sat cross-legged next to him, wrapped his feet with a dry towel, gently Rubbing.

For a moment, Mingchen saw He Wenxuan's shadow from He Wenhan's body, which belonged to the tenderness shared by the twins in their souls.

It's not that He Wenhan doesn't have a gentle and delicate side, it's just that no one can make He Wenhan treat him tenderly.

The closest contact is only that day, and only that day, which doesn't match the selfish side of He Wenhan's character.

Ming Chen vaguely knew the reason for this, they didn't pierce the window paper, lived and got along with a delicate balance, the days passed by, and it was almost a month since he came to this place.

"not now."

He Wenhan gently rubbed the man's feet that had become warm with his fingertips, a slight numbness and itchiness came from the overly sensitive soles, Ming Chen shrank his legs, and He Wenhan grabbed his ankle again.

Leaning forward, like a healthy and beautiful cheetah, he put his hands on the ground and approached Mingchen a little bit. A familiar face was reflected in his bright eyes. He Wenhan looked at Mingchen with concentration and gentleness.

Blinking his eyes, he leaned closer, the warm breath is the unique gentleness of a male beast, he has already lost "Mingchen" once, and he doesn't want to have a second time, the man in front of him is not "Mingchen" but also Mingchen , he couldn't hate it.

"Why don't you try to live an ordinary life?" He Wenhan asked.

"Do you think it's possible?" Ming Chen laughed.

If he doesn't look for trouble, trouble will come to him.

"Are you still thinking about Altaïr's body? He is in the hands of He Hongxue now. He Hongxue is my brother. I know what kind of person he is. He is arrogant and egotistical, and has a strong desire to control. He has never been a A good person who will accommodate others, even a blind person can see that he has different feelings for you, he likes you, Mingchen."

He Wenhan leaned on Ming Chen's shoulder and sat down, looked at the red fireplace not far away and said: "He will not allow himself to lose to a dead person, nor will he allow himself to leave regrets."

"A big trouble." Ming Chen chuckled softly, "You really know him very well."

He Wenhan suddenly asked: "Do you like He Wenxuan or Altaïr?"

Before Ming Chen could answer, he said to himself again: "I've heard about Altaïr, but that's the past tense after all, if he really succeeds in resurrecting, he will become another person look, will have the memory and body of that person in the past," He Wenhan looked at Mingchen, "same as you now."

"You have all become brand new people, why don't you try to start a new life for each of you?"

Wait a moment……

Ming Chen raised his eyebrows: "Are you trying to persuade me to be with Wen Xuan?"

Did he hear it right?

"I don't know Altaïr, but He Wenxuan is at least my brother, and you sometimes look at me in a daze," this young man who has always been arrogant and arrogant, rarely showed a delicate sadness, He Wenhan stared at Looking at Mingchen's face, he murmured, "It's like I'm looking at you and thinking about someone else."

He stretched out his hand and gently touched Mingchen's cheek: "Carry his memory, his body, and live a good life."

"I can't believe those words are coming out of your mouth."

"You understand how I feel, so don't tease me, Ming Chen."