sweet kiss bitter summer

After walking around the ring road for two laps, Liang Luo'an felt a little tired, and turned into a small garden at the corner of the community together with Tan Chen.

The branches and leaves of the landscape trees planted in the park are scattered, and the dry branches are criss-crossed and slanted in the dark air, which looks very gloomy and easily arouses some meaningless but terrifying associations.

Liang Luo'an felt a little sore in his calf, so he and Tan Chen sat on the wooden bench by the flower bed to rest.

I don't know if it was due to the atmosphere, but Liang Luo'an suddenly felt cold, so he moved his body and sat in a position very close to Tan Chen, where he could feel Tan Chen's warmth.

When sitting, Liang Luo'an was not very quiet, his legs were always shaking slightly, and would touch Tan Chen's knees frequently but lightly.

Tan Chen turned to look at Liang Luo'an, he raised his head slightly, and seemed to have no expression on his face, the lines of his side face had a delicate blunt feeling, he looked very innocent, as if the indistinct touch was an unintentional touch again and again It's just that Tan Chen thought too much, so he was assimilated to the frequency of his heartbeat.

Tan Chen turned his head and remained motionless, as if accepting any behavior of Liang Luo'an very selflessly, but in fact the person who had selfish intentions was himself.

This kind of cognition made him a little stiff, but every collision was like a drop of water piercing through a stone, almost piercing through Tan Chen's restrained and cautious shell.

His body moved uncomfortably, he leaned back slightly, raised the arm close to Liang Luoan, and walked around Liang Luoan's back, pausing for a long time with his palm three centimeters away from his shoulder, gently Clenching his fists, he finally landed on the back of the bench.

They sat very quietly, after a while, Tan Chen heard Liang Luo'an sigh suddenly.

"What's wrong?" Tan Chen asked him.

Liang Luo'an still looked up at the sky, and replied: "Tan Chen, there are no stars tonight."

Tan Chen followed Liang Luo'an's words and looked up. The dark sky was cut into many irregular small pieces by the intertwined branches. There was no starlight, just like plain cloth without decoration. It fell into Liang Luoan's eyes.

If the moon is close in front of you, you will naturally not be able to see the faint stars in the distance.

Tan Chen thought so, but still explained to Liang Luo'an in a more scientific way: "It may be the interference of light in the distance, or the cover of clouds, or the heat island effect of the city."

"Oh."

Liang Luo'an came to a conclusion half understanding, "So I can't see the stars in the sky of the capital, my dream is not in line with reality."

Tan Chen smiled, "Maybe that's not the case."

Liang Luo'an frowned, and looked at Tan Chen unhappily.

He felt that it was sad enough to be told that his dream could not be realized, and Tan Chen had to hide half of what he said, or say something that he couldn't understand at all, without thinking about the difficulty of communicating between a stupid kid and a smart person .

After a moment of silence, the street lamp beside the bench suddenly turned on, and a soft white halo emerged, like a moon-white veil covering Liang Luoan's face.

Or maybe it was because they were too close.

Liang Luo'an was a little unable to think, and couldn't remember the unpleasant emotions just now. He was stunned for a while, and then quickly turned his head away.

Perhaps because he was far away from Tan Chen's temperature, the air was suddenly cold, and the tip of his nose and cheeks showed a very light color of blood from the cold white skin.

"... There's a call."

Liang Luo'an's voice was muffled, and he asked Tan Chen hesitantly, "It's getting late, are you going home?" "I'm going back tonight."

Tan Chen replied.

"That's right, you still have a younger sister at home, you have to go back to accompany her, you can't always accompany me."

After the words came out, Liang Luo'an realized that he seemed to have said something that sounded a little strange, so he defended himself: "I don't mean to be jealous with my sister."

"Ah."

Tan Chen stared at Liang Luo'an, nodded lightly, retracted the arm on the back of the bench to his side, paused, and said again: "I know."

The voice fell, no one moved, no one spoke, as if the time was properly frozen at the second before the parting.

It was not long before a gust of night wind blew by, wrapping the fallen leaves on the roadside and making a small sound, that Liang Luo'an moved, turned his head slightly, and looked at Tan Chen seriously.

Bright spots of soft light interweave into Liang Luoan's eyes, which are moist and hazy, like moonlight and tides. When you blink your eyes, in the slight swaying of your pupils, it seems that there are shooting stars passing by.

Tan Chen stretched out his hand, stroked Liang Luoan's eyelashes, and then lightly touched his eyes with his lips.

The darkness in front of his eyes only stayed for a moment, but it left a burn-like heat on the surface of the eyelids.

Liang Luo'an lowered his eyes, his eyelashes fluttered, and asked in a low voice: "Tan Chen, what are you doing..." Tan Chen replied, "I'm picking stars."

-The two walked to the elevator door together. After Liang Luo'an said goodbye, Tan Chen returned to his home by car.

It was late, but there was still light in the window, and the people in the room were still awake.

Tan Chen stood beside the green belt under the window for a while, took out a cigarette from his suit pocket, lit it, but only took one puff before extinguishing it hastily.

He went to the door and rang the bell, and soon someone opened the door for him.

Wen Mao stood at the door, dressed in pajamas neatly and neatly like a suit, he was not surprised at the moment when he saw Tan Chen, he was very calm, and then showed a mixed expression of joy and sorrow after the reaction.

As the manager of the company, Wen Mao came to the capital from the south a few days ago to handle some branch affairs.

He originally planned to get together with Tan Chen and Tan Xin, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, but Tan Chen went on a business trip to another place unfortunately, so when Wen Mao knocked on the door of Tan Chen's house, only Tan Xin and the hired aunt answered over him.

In fact, regardless of the inseparable blood relationship, Wen Mao is not inferior to Tan Chen who is his own brother.

The time he spends with Tan Xin is almost the same as that of Tan Chen. He and his brother and sister live in a narrow rental house, and he never misses Tan Xin's annual birthday and parent meeting. With more than a year's worth of money, Tan Xin bought a comfortable cot.

They are not inseparable blood relatives, Wen Mao has no obligation to take care of Tan Xin, he is just willing.

So when Wen Mao saw Tan Xin's haggard face full of tears, he immediately dialed Tan Chen's phone number, and Tan Chen, who was borrowing a cigarette to relieve his worries on the hotel terrace, told him that his sister refused to answer his call, Because he was on a business trip, and Liang Luoan.

He asked Wen Mao to help take care of his emotionally unstable sister in his spare time. Wen Mao immediately agreed to let Tan Chen relax, and decided to stay in the capital for a few more days, so he stayed in the guest room of Tan Chen's house.

"I still know to come back."

Wen Mao always seemed to be united with Tan Xin unconditionally, even if he was not in front of Tan Xin, he still helped her symbolically blame Tan Chen, and then asked him: "How is the matter going?" Tan Chen changed shoes at the door , sounding a little tired and replied: "Party A is not very talkative. The matter has been discussed, but the follow-up may be a little troublesome."

"I don't mean work."

Wen Mao helped take Tan Chen's bag and luggage, put them aside, glanced towards the kitchen, and said in a low voice, "I said your boyfriend from seven years ago, did you chase him back?" Tan Chen He paused, glanced at Wen Mao, and lowered his eyes again, "Actually, I'm not sure whether this counts as it is now."

"When you were transferred to the capital to be the branch manager, but you were willing to be the manager of a small department, I thought you were out of your mind. I only found out after reading the employee list...but I thought how fierce your offensive would be."

Wen Mao looked at Tan Chen with eyes that knew everything, and sighed: "Love makes you so different, you are walking on thin ice, be careful."

Tan Chen did not refute, but said lightly: "It is difficult to control, there are many variables."

In fact, Wen Mao's guess is not entirely correct.

When he first returned to the capital, even though Tan Chen was well aware of the high probability that he and Liang Luoan would meet again, but thinking of the embarrassment of parting and the secrets that could not be revealed, he only dared to restrain himself in his heart. The idea of ​​"no longer trouble Luo'an because of feelings".

Even so, things are still developing along the direction of fate. It is okay to say that it is fate, but Tan Chen must admit that he is by no means innocent.

Like two straight lines that intersect and then separate, they can have the focus again. Who knows who changed their pen and turned back without hesitation.

It is true that love makes people cautious, but it also makes people out of control.

Tan Chen smiled helplessly: "He is force majeure."