man in suit

Freshly roasted coffee beans fall into the hand grinder, and with the rotation of the grinding handle, the delicate and mellow powder drizzles into the simple and simple natural glaze cup.

The boiling water was steaming hot enough to scald people. He Wenxuan lifted the kettle, and the hot water flowing at a constant speed flowed down a slender column of water from the thin mouth of the teapot. The scalding hot water was poured on the ground coffee powder. As soon as you touch the coffee powder, the whole room is filled with the charming aroma of coffee.

He Wenxuan's movements of making coffee are natural and elegant, like a skilled barista. Altaïr was silent during the whole process. He watched He Wenxuan take out the coffee beans and put them into the The coffee grinder was ground into coffee powder until He Wenxuan brought a cup of brewed coffee to him.

"You are a bit like him." Altaïr said suddenly, holding a coffee cup.

"Treating some details in life, such as repeating the process of brewing coffee slowly and tirelessly, from selecting coffee beans to submerging the particle size of coffee powder, the temperature of hot water..."

Wait, wait, it's all very similar to Ming Chen.

Altaïr suddenly smiled and said: "He doesn't yearn for the luxurious life of the nobility, but he has been trying to make himself like an ordinary person outside of missions. One of the ways to live like an ordinary person is to experience as much as possible in life. Some details of life, such as making coffee by yourself, or cutting plants and trimming flower branches like a gardener.”

Sometimes it is so detailed that it seems to be paranoid or a detail perfectionist, which is the exact opposite of Altaïr, who is big.

"I know him, and I know you too." Altaïr raised his eyebrows, brought the coffee cup to his mouth and took a sip, and praised with a smile, "The coffee is good."

Human beings are sentient animals and need a purpose to live. Even the most vicious criminals have a purpose to live, or some kind of meaning.

"Then do you know yourself?" He Wenxuan asked, he looked very calm, and Altaïr's words had no effect on him.

Does Altaïr know himself now?What kind of feeling would it be like to find that there is an extra consciousness in the body after waking up?

He Wenxuan didn't understand that feeling, but he could clearly see the difference from Altaïr's body, a kind of conflict between struggling but compromising with each other helplessly, and secretly competing against each other.

He Hongxue may have gained the power he pursued all his life, but he also lost a lot at the same time. He Wenxuan can almost imagine He Hongxue's state of mind at the moment when he made the choice. His elder brother, He Hongxue, is an extremely controlling person. Admired and invincible person.

He Hongxue will not allow himself to fail, and losing power and Mingchen at the same time is a situation that He Hongxue will not allow to exist no matter what, even if it is extremely dangerous, he has to give it a go. In the worst case, he can still get what he wanted. The power that has been fought for many years, the power to control this country.

The reality is indeed like this, even though Altaïr failed to get Ming Chen, but now this calm and handsome man in front of him is the master of this country.

But if Altaïr was content with that, he wouldn't be sitting here.

"There is nothing you can do if you are not reconciled, as you said yourself, you know him and me, and you know the consequences behind every move." He Wenxuan said.

But knowing it is one thing does not mean that they will not give up because of it, especially people like them always have a tendency to not like to bow to fate, it can also be said that they will not shed tears when they see the coffin.

He Wenxuan asked, "What do you want to do?"

"Come see him, come see you," Altaïr said, "see how you two are doing."

"and then?"

"You don't want to know how I feel in my heart," he said with a sudden smile, "but sometimes it's better to think that I'm not the only one being tortured."

Altaïr was referring to his double consciousness.

"I hope you really understand him as you said, and you understand me." A plain, water-like sentence, hidden with a faint warning needle, if Altaïr tries to hurt Mingchen or By destroying their relationship, He Wenxuan made Altaïr understand that his warning was more than just a verbal warning.

Of course Altaïr understood Mingsheng better, he couldn’t give Mingchen the life he wanted, not because he didn’t give it, but because he really couldn’t satisfy Mingchen’s spiritual needs, the kind left over from his rough childhood life Even if Ming Chen never spoke, he knew the longing for a peaceful and warm life all his life.

The so-called warm and peaceful life constructed by hypocrisy, even if he can give it to Ming Chen, he will not accept it, after all, that guy is not a man who is easy to fool.

Even if you are lost, even if you are not reconciled, it seems that there is really nothing you can do.

But it doesn't mean that Altaïr has to stay away from Mingchen and He Wenxuan's life, he can't do it, and "they" can't do it.

I still can't help but want to take a look, take a look at Mingchen, and take a look at He Wenxuan. I feel pain and happiness, torture myself, but I also find a chance to breathe in the extremely busy life.

"he's gone?"

Yawning, the bleary-eyed man lazily walked down the stairs with bare feet, only He Wenxuan was left sitting there in the living room, the ashtray was full of cigarette butts, and the coffee cup was empty with coffee stains .

"Why do you get up so early?" He Wenxuan glanced at the time, it was only six o'clock, and Ming Chen got up before the sky outside.

How does Ming Chen answer this question? He doesn't want to let He Wenxuan know that he has become accustomed to the feeling of being hugged by someone at night. After taking the medicine last night, he fell asleep in a while, but when he woke up in the morning, he found that there was nothing around him. No, what was inexplicable was a faint sense of loss, like an invisible needle pricking his temple, which made him unable to sleep peacefully again.

Rather than wasting time tossing and turning in bed or staring at the ceiling in a daze, why not come down and see what He Wenxuan is doing.

From the looks of it, the guy seems to have spent the night in the living room.

"Not long after I left." He Wenxuan said.

In the end, Altaïr was not allowed to spend the night in their guest room, but even if Altaïr was allowed to stay overnight, it might not mean that Altaïr could really close his eyes and sleep.

Rather than concealing their respective unhappiness, it is better to just sit in the living room and chat all night.

"Go back to sleep for a while, and I'll make you breakfast when I wake up." He Wenxuan got up and walked towards the sleepy man standing on the stairs. He would not tell Ming Chen that the greatest joy of waking up every morning is to watch The appearance of the man sleeping peacefully in his arms.

Sweet and content, curled up in his arms like a big soft cat.

Strange to say, when the two of them lived together at first, Mingchen slept alone on the side. He Wenxuan thought that Mingchen didn't like physical touch.

Then one day when it was raining cold outside the house, the man began to lean in the middle, and they stuck to each other to keep warm with each other's body temperature. Since then, Ming Chen has never returned to the position next to the bed to sleep alone.

Gradually, He Wenxuan discovered that Mingchen actually liked to snuggle up to him, and even liked to be hugged tightly by him. This independent and elegant, strong and invincible man has a heart that needs to be cared for and tender.

He took off his coat and put it directly on Mingchen's body. The man who hadn't slept enough exhaled slowly and leaned on He Wenxuan's shoulder and closed his eyes, with a not so obvious breath of getting up. Say softly: "Come with me."

Intuition told He Wenxuan that it is best to listen to Mingchen at this time.

Immediately hugging the drowsy man, He Wenxuan walked upstairs and said to the man who was slightly obsessed with cleanliness: "I haven't taken a shower yet."

"You talk a lot of nonsense, He Wenxuan." A certain man snorted impatiently. After returning to the bedroom, he pulled He Wenxuan and dragged him to the bed. After taking off his clothes in a few moments, he followed A big cat that urgently needed to be cared for got into He Wenxuan's arms.

Mao Shing's head was resting on He Wenxuan's chest, his hands hugged his waist tightly, and after that, his two legs had to be woven together with He Wenxuan's, tightly intertwined and snuggled together, completely separating himself and He Wenxuan. After Wenxuan was entangled together, he closed his eyes again in satisfaction.

After talking with Altaïr all night, he lay down on the bed with a man in his arms, and the feeling of exhaustion and the sleepiness of wanting to hug his lover to sleep came over in an instant.

Kissed Ming Chen on the forehead, just as He Wenxuan was about to close his eyes and go to sleep, the man in his arms who seemed to have fallen asleep suddenly whispered something.

"Come with me to see someone in two days."

"Ah."