perfect life

Early in the morning, He Zihan came to the cathedral in the west of the city, and brought with him a set of prayer beads that had been consecrated by the host.

Chen Qiran, since a long time ago, has always been prone to depression. He Zihan didn't know how to calm him down. When he met the host in the temple, he chatted casually, but the old host was very generous. Send him a string of Buddha beads that have been consecrated, saying that it can make people feel smooth.

As soon as they entered the door, they saw Chen Zeyu and Xia Mingyuan sitting there talking, and when they saw him coming, they stopped their previous conversation.They all wore black suits with white shirts inside, and Chen Zeyu also tied a bow tie. He Zihan was glad that he also came dressed very formally, otherwise he would be too bad compared to these two people.

Even if Chen Qiran has nothing to do with him from now on, he can't make a fool of himself on this occasion, it would embarrass him and discredit himself.

Xia Mingyuan stepped forward first. He Zihan didn't see clearly last time, but now this person is standing in front of him face to face. He is completely different from the high-spirited young man five years ago. Now Xia Mingyuan has a kind of introversion that is unique to grown men, a kind of You can only feel the unspeakable neutral beauty, which makes people unable to move their eyes.

"Zihan, you're here." He said, his voice was not as sharp as before, and his medium voice sounded soft and reassuring.

He Zihan glanced at Chen Zeyu behind, and said to the two with a smile, "Well, it's a good morning for you two."

"Hehe, there's nothing I can do about being pulled over to help. Xiaotian will come later, we haven't seen each other for a long time, how about having dinner together later?"

"Huh? Or..."

Seeing that he was about to say no, Xia Mingyuan hurriedly said: "Forget it, you and Lu Senyang left that day, and I didn't even have time to ask for your contact information. I haven't seen you for so many years. Let's sit down and have a good chat. You just come."

He Zihan looked at his meaning until he had no room to refuse, so he could only ask him: "Alright. When?"

"Just tonight, I've already reserved a seat, how about having hot pot?"

"Well, whatever I want."

"That's good. It's the one opposite your house. You know, Chongqing Wu Ming Hot Pot. Don't be late at seven o'clock in the evening."

"Okay, got it."

"Then talk to Aze for a while, I'm going over there."

"it is good."

This kind of gracious invitation made He Zihan somewhat uncomfortable.He doesn't like to eat with too many people, haste is weird and has nothing to say.

Even if the other party is Xia Mingyuan, Fan Getian, etc., even if they were classmates back then, they had some friendships, but after five years, many personnel and affairs have changed beyond recognition.

Chen Qiran was getting married, and he came to the wedding by himself, and then went out to have dinner with his good friends. This sounded ridiculous to He Zihan himself.Don't you even give yourself time to be sad?Or... Xia Mingyuan has seen through himself, knowing that he is going to be sad, and deliberately dragging himself out?

He Zihan couldn't figure it out, he had never been able to understand what these people did, whether it was in the past, it is now, and it will be in the future.

Chen Zeyu leaned quietly on the stone pillar. Ever since Xia Mingyuan started talking to He Zihan, he had been watching them quietly, without interrupting or doing anything else, as if the two of them were the only thing he could look at right now.

He Zihan was a little embarrassed and didn't know what to say to Chen Zeyu.

I haven't seen him for a few years, and Chen Zeyu has changed a lot.

Now he is much taller than himself. Although he was about the same as him three years ago, the current Chen Zeyu, after suddenly growing taller, his body has become more slender and thinner, out of the shape of a boy, and has a This kind of femininity and beauty only possessed by grown men.

Thinking of seeing Fan Getian again at night, He Zihan's heart suddenly sank.

It is inevitable that Fan Getian will come. Chen Qiran should marry Fan Geting, right?As an older brother, Fan Getian, of course, must be present.I don't know how he and Xia Mingyuan are doing now.

When Xia Mingyuan left alone many years ago, he said that although he and Fan Getian were in love, they were too involved to be together.Xia Mingyuan was also sure that he and Chen Qiran would have a future. Looking at it now, where is the future?What is the future?

It's just that they live their own lives and become strangers from then on.

After Chen Qiran got married, his own life still had to continue.

Try to love others and have a life of your own.He Zihan doesn't know if he still has feelings for women. Over the years, his interpersonal relationships have been a bit distorted, usually mostly boys, and he basically doesn't say a few words to girls after finishing business.

Both Bai Xiao and Chen Shan, whom I met in college, were very different, but one was because she had a boyfriend, and the other was because she didn't like men. She always felt that men were not good things and couldn't bring her happiness.Looking back now, He Zihan is a little curious about how he got close to these two people in the first place, and the relationship is still so good.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smiled bleakly—now, that only friendship has faded away.

Seeing that He Zihan was immersed in memories, Chen Zeyu came over with a smile and patted him on the shoulder, saying, "He Zihan, I suddenly understand why they all like you."

When He Zihan heard this sentence, he didn't know whether to be happy or sad.What Chen Zeyu said is nothing more than Chen Qiran and Lu Senyang, one is the person he loves deeply, and today he is going to get married...

The other is the person who loves me, but I can only give him friendship, and I can't respond to others.Lu Senyang was also a large part of the reason for asking for leave to go to the temple to relax.He Zihan knew that he couldn't accept his feelings at all. He was obviously a friend, so why did he have to involve affection and love?

Apart from this feeling, do they have nothing else?Is friendship really such a rare thing?Can I really not have a pure friendship?

After being in a daze for a while, He Zihan raised his head, looked at the young man who was much taller than him, and said with a smile, "Let me hear the story?"

Chen Zeyu held his chin, looked serious, and thought for a while before he said: "Well, it's a feeling. You always show a sad expression easily inadvertently, but there is something in that sadness. Having a resilience is a feeling of tenacious survival, and it is easy for people to have a protective and possessive desire for you."

"Oh, is that so? I didn't know that I made people feel this way." He Zihan shrugged helplessly.

"Not all, maybe people who care about you think that way when they see it. When I first met you, I thought you were a very peaceful person. I felt very at ease and content when I was by your side. Things are temporarily thrown aside. Although you don't talk much, it just gives people a sense of reassurance."

"You said that I look like a Bodhisattva in a temple."

"Pfft... This metaphor is actually a bit similar. But, you are much more beautiful than a Bodhisattva."

Chen Zeyu stuck out his tongue mischievously as he spoke, and at that moment He Zihan found in him the shadow of the beautiful boy with dyed chestnut hair many years ago.Smiling from the bottom of his heart, He Zihan said in a low voice, "Oh? Then I really appreciate your compliment."

"You're welcome, it's a pleasure to talk to you, too."

While the two were talking, Chen Qiran suddenly walked over.

Seeing him wearing a tuxedo and dress shirt, He Zihan forgot to breathe for a moment.It's not that he has never seen Chen Qiran in a formal suit, but this time, he really saw the charm of this man.

The eyebrows have completely departed from the youthful youth at the beginning, and it is also different from the maturity three years ago. Now it is a kind of masculine beauty full of charm from the inside to the outside.

Because I knew Chen Qiran was a very connotative person a long time ago, even though his appearance is very outstanding, I didn't pay too much attention to him.Looking at it now, Chen Qiran is astonishingly excellent both internally and externally, with an incomparable beauty.

The beads in his pocket had already been warmed by himself, He Zihan plucked up the courage to dig out the string, handed it to Chen Qiran, and said to him with three-pointed politeness and seven-pointed affection: "This is for you, opened it before." Light, not very expensive things, a heart."

Chen Qiran seemed to look at He Zihan in surprise, and stared at the Buddhist beads in his hand for a long time. He Zihan thought he was interested in the origin of the Buddhist beads, so he could only tell the truth: "I went to the temple to ask for it, you take it Come down."

After speaking, he took Chen Qiran's hand and stuffed the Buddhist beads into his palm.

His hands were still so big, and their palms were still warm. He Zihan tried his best to remind himself not to be nostalgic at this time, and to let go of everything that should be let go. Although he was extremely attached to his body temperature, he quickly withdrew his hand.

Chen Qiran glanced at him again, that look made He Zihan a little hurt - Chen Qiran seemed to feel that his behavior was a little strange, maybe giving someone a prayer bead when someone else got married was really unthinkable.

He laughed at himself, thinking that he had seen people and given things, so he should go.Just as he was about to say goodbye, Chen Qiran suddenly walked past him and pulled up Chen Zeyu who was leaning aside, "Xiaoyu, don't stay here, the wedding is about to start, you come in with me."

Chen Zeyu muttered something, but He Zihan didn't hear what he said, only saw the back of Chen Qiran pulling him towards the auditorium.

Many years later, Chen Qiran recalled that He Zihan's smile was full of despair and powerlessness. Apart from guilt and pity for him, there was more regret in his heart.