Mr. Butler on the catwalk

At night Duan Fei had a dream, the dream was the house he lived in last time.

When I lived there, my mother was not dead yet, and the courtyard walls of the villa were not bricks but iron fences.It's not a new house, and the place is not as big as it is now, but my mother who loves life just opened up a well-organized garden and takes care of it every day.

Duan Fei now only has a vision floating aside.He saw his 16-year-old self, wearing an ugly blue and white school uniform, entering the house with his schoolbag on his back while cursing.

"Well, why are you so angry?"

My mother asked him lightly while knitting a small sweater for dogs in winter.

"Fuck, not only did I go to a school for the mentally handicapped, but what kind of mentally handicapped competition is going to be held in that school. It's going to make me a mentally handicapped person." 16-year-old Duan Fei ruthlessly threw his schoolbag aside.

"Excuse me, you are obviously mentally handicapped. What game?"

Duan Fei ignored her, but called out to the side hall: "Luo Lin! Come out, I need you!"

Then he saw 24-year-old Luo Lin walking quickly and asked him, "What's your order, young master?"

... Duan Fei thought in his dream, ah, so Luo Lin used to look like this.He wasn't a housekeeper then.This single white shirt looks much more friendly than the black suit in the future.

"I'm asking you, have you ever played any stupid games?" The 16-year-old Duan Fei didn't have the same thoughts as him, but just asked without thinking.

Luo Lin didn't react for a moment: "Grass? What kind of grass?"

Duan Fei pointed to the lawn outside the window: "It's grass! The kind on the long green ground!!...Our school for the mentally handicapped asked us to pull the grass together in twos. Whose grass will not break in the competition...I'll go Fuck, what are you talking about remembering the fun of childhood games, who played this kind of non-technical stuff when they were young?"

Luo Lin didn't comment on his complaint, but he understood what Duan Fei was looking for: "I'll help the young master prepare."

Duan Fei said with satisfaction: "Go, please find me a stronger grass. So many people are waiting to see my jokes, so I won't make them proud."

The 16-year-old Duan Fei was about to leave after finishing his speech, and he would not see the eyes of the silent Luo Lin full of pampering.Duan Fei, who was floating in the dream, did not go with his 16-year-old self, but watched Luo Lin push open the door and walk outside the house.

Duan Fei wanted to follow out, but found that he couldn't push the door open no matter what.So he ran to the window to look, feeling that the sunlight outside the window was so glaring, he could only see a vague figure of Luo Lin in the white-gold light in his eyes.The man was kneeling on the grass with his back to him, his white shirt was mixed with the sunlight, and he couldn't even see the outline clearly.Duan Fei stood in the room, watching the man's hair being illuminated into a warm brown.He wanted to call Luo Lin's name, but he couldn't say it.

... In reality, the 22-year-old Duan Fei woke up in the glare of the sun.His throat was so dry that he reached out to touch the low table beside the bed, but he couldn't find the glass that had been filled with white water.

Duan Fei raised his hand and rubbed his hair.His mouth was full of the strange smell of pills, and his tongue was probably black.

He straightened up, walked to the bathroom in the bedroom, and rushed his head with water under the faucet.Turning his head, he simply took two sips of water.After pulling a bunch of towels to wipe his face, he carefully looked at himself in the mirror, and suddenly felt a little strange.

It's strange that he can't say it himself, he just thinks it looks uncomfortable.He thought for a while, and felt that it was because of his frowning.He always frowned, but now he didn't know how to relax those two muscles, even if he tried to flatten the folds with his hands, it didn't work.After slapping himself angrily, he tried to smile again, and tried to lift the corners of his mouth, but he was completely stiff.Coupled with his frowning eyebrows, it feels like a funny face.

"Damn it..." Duan Fei read a sentence, and his whole body was enveloped by a feeling of frustration.

His face is not handsome.But he was used to being domineering and domineering, and his hostility was piled up in the corners of his brows and eyes, and he had a fierce look on his face, which was completely unpleasant.

He thought of that big stupid guy next to Luo Lin—although he didn't want to admit it, but that person was indeed much prettier than him... Is that bastard Luo Lin really a guy who only looks at people's faces?

"A man who is seduced by beauty... Damn so superficial..." Duan Fei said bitterly, and his anger turned to Luo Lin again.

After taking care of personal hygiene, Duan Fei changed his clothes and went downstairs to eat Brunch.The food was already set, but it turned out to be cold in your mouth.Duan Fei spit the bacon on the table in one gulp, patted the table and stood up.Looking around, the Filipino maids were not in the dining room, and the new housekeeper was nowhere to be seen.Angrily, he ran to the back kitchen, only to see four servants sitting on the bench, watching the small antenna TV - Duan's kitchen is very large, and the TV installed is specially for the servants to adjust.

He roared in English: "What the hell are you doing!"

The maids looked at him innocently, and then Mariah replied honestly, "Watching TV."

"Know the fuck you're watching TV!! But why is my breakfast cold!!"

Mariah blinked: "The new butler didn't ask us to heat breakfast, he just ordered us to prepare it."

Duan Fei slapped the door with a "slap": "Sowhere is that fucking new butler?! (So where is that stupid new butler?)"

Mariah shrugged exaggeratedly, and said in a Nanyang style: "Donknow, donknow~" (I don't know, I don't know~)

Duan Fei didn't catch his breath, so he rushed back like a gust of wind.This time he saw it, and left a super inconspicuous post-it note on the dining table: "Master, I went out to change my name according to your request, and you also know that this kind of thing is cumbersome to do, and today I have to trouble you alone Take it easy."

Duan Fei went berserk, and immediately tore off the post-it note: "Take care of your mother X!!" - When the fire was on, he was also thirsty, so he picked up a glass of cold milk and poured it down.Unexpectedly, within half a minute, my stomach began to hurt.

Duan Fei, who was not going well, walked upstairs slowly, hungry and angry.He has a bad stomach. When Luo Lin was here, even in summer, Luo Lin would prepare a pot of warm black tea and put it on the base with a small candle to keep the drink warm.However, after not drinking that black tea for a day, Duan Fei began to feel uncomfortable all over, and his whole body seemed to be protesting.

"That dead gay..."

Duan Fei wanted to say something nasty, but he couldn't get it out of his mouth.He remembered that in the dream, Luo Lin was kneeling on the grass, and he couldn't see his expression.

...The grass-fighting competition five or six years ago ended with Duan Fei winning a complete victory.Only Duan Fei and Luo Lin knew the reason for the victory—the stubborn Luo Lin was afraid of Duan Fei's embarrassment, so he went to the special steel company to get a very thin steel wire, and wrapped it carefully in the drawn wire. Inside the blade of grass.This kind of work seems to be nothing to say, but I don't know how difficult it is to do.The arrogant Duan Fei was proud of this incident, but he never thought about how much Luo Lin spent on his trivial matters.

His chest was so tight that he stood alone in the corridor for a long time, then slowly took out his cell phone and dialed his father's number.

Duan's father is 54 this year, and the father and son don't communicate often, and the relationship is also unfamiliar.After talking on the phone for a long time, Duan Fei asked, "When are you coming back?"

"... just another week."

silence.

Duan's father sighed on the other end of the phone: "Tell me, what happened to you again?"

Duan Fei suddenly felt guilty, but he still tried his best to pretend that he didn't care: "It's not a big deal, I just want to inform you."

Father Duan looked exhausted: "...whatever it is, just say it."

"...I fired Luo Lin. He...moved out yesterday."

Duan Fei heard his father's shortness of breath on the other end of the phone, as if out of breath.

But in the end Father Duan just said:

"You're old, I can't control you, just do whatever you want."

The phone was hung up immediately.Listening to the busy tone, Duan Fei slowly put down the phone.He stood against the wall of the study room, suddenly feeling empty.

He still remembers four years ago when the whole family was still intact, his mother always liked to read him by his ears in the living room.As for his father, he always puts the reading glasses that have not been equipped for a long time to the tip of his nose, holds a half-read financial newspaper in his hand, and reads it with a smile.

When Duan Fei was really annoyed, Duan's father calmly came to persuade him: Yuanyang, don't bully your son - Duan's mother's name is Li Yuanyang.Every time she heard her husband's words, Duan's mother put down her hand gracefully, walked up to Duan's father and said angrily: That's your son too, but you have clearly drawn the boundaries.

Duan Fei couldn't stand the two old couples sticking together, he would always stand by and curse and point the middle finger.At this time, it was always Luo Lin who appeared, smiling slightly, asking him, "Is it hurting, Master?" He also gave him some medicinal oil.

At that time, I was very tired of this repetition.Now I feel nostalgic.

Now no one will read him, no one will look at him.The only person who was willing to lean up to him with warm eyes and ask him if it hurts was kicked away by him himself.

It was as if the family had fallen apart.

……

At this time, He Shiwei and Luo Lin were on their way to the company.The driver was the driver, and He Luo sat in the back seat, neither of them spoke.

Sitting together with two men with long hands and long legs, He Shiwei felt aggrieved, but Luo Lin seemed to be able to huddle quietly in the corner of the seat.Luo Lin was wearing an honest white shirt today, with a dark beige knitted thin cable vest over it.The two-piece suit was originally given to He Shiwei by someone else, but he disliked that the classic style did not match his temperament and made his chest appear thick.After yesterday's farce, He Shiwei sent all the dirty clothes and Luo Lin's changed clothes to be washed, and Luo Lin who lost his luggage could only borrow his clothes to wear.

He Shiwei felt strange that the clothes that he didn't like very much at first felt inexplicably suitable and appropriate on Luo Lin's body.

Luo Lin was originally looking out the window silently, but when he felt his eyes, he showed a confused and searching expression.He Shiwei's face froze, and he quickly waved his hands and turned his head away.

He clearly knew that Luo Lin cried last night.But the man didn't say anything after crying, and even tried to smile.The two went to take a shower separately, shared the bedroom and said good night to each other.Luo Lin's room was opposite to He Shiwei's. He Shiwei watched him enter the room and close the door. After a long time, the light under the door also went out.He Shiwei stood in front of his door for a while, then went to the living room with the lights off, and smoked a cigarette.

When it was dawn the next day, He Shiwei watched Luo Lin walk out of the room as if nothing happened yesterday.At breakfast, He Shiwei deliberately asked him casually, is the person who made trouble yesterday an acquaintance of yours?Luo Lin shook his head in embarrassment, and finally said only one sentence: It was not his fault.

There is no text.

It's not easy for He Shiwei to ask again, but he can't stop his desire to explore.Luo Lin also seemed to talk about rent issues, He Shi responded modestly, but actually didn't listen at all.

...Fuck, what is the origin of that kid...

Boss He saw his face reflected in the car window, his expression curled up in pain, like a child.It's shameful, what other people's affairs have nothing to do with you... He Shiwei spurned himself in his heart, sighed silently, and turned his head back.From the corner of his eye, he observed the man beside him.

Luo Lin didn't sleep well last night.He kept looking out the window, feeling drowsy, and unconsciously leaned his forehead against the window.He Shiwei saw his long and white neck protruding from his black hair, and for some reason suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart.He stretched out his hand, and gently gathered the collar of Luo Lin's shirt from the side.

Holding his hand back, He Shiwei supported his chin, trying to comfort himself: He Shiwei, don't be jealous, this person is no match for yourself back then, don't feel strange when you see his face.Don't you also appreciate his character, why are you so narrow-minded, he is obviously a big man.

——He Shiwei was a standard straight man in the first 33 years of his life.After working as a model for so many years, he was used to seeing all kinds of coquettish or strong bodies in the background, and he was completely unmoved.His ideal partner has been 13E with long curly hair and hips since he was 32, so he doesn't think there is any possibility of him becoming curly.

So let's not blame him, attribute those strange feelings in the heart to the seemingly nonsensical "jealousy".