Long Island High School

He Wenzhou is on a business trip again.

I had dinner with Song Jing before the business trip. I remembered to report this time, saying that I would only go for three or four days.Come back and spend the weekend with Song Jing.The two were having dinner at a restaurant, and He Wenzhou still remembered the feud with kaiseki cuisine, but they ate Japanese food from a family.

Song Jing was eating a piece of foie gras, looking noncommittal.

He Wenzhou looked at his expression: "Shall we go to the movies when we come back?"

Song Jing felt that the foie gras was greasy and unpalatable, and saw that there was a thread off the cuff of his shirt, and the buttons were all off.

"How is this going?"

"Ok?"

He Wenzhou raised his sleeve: "I don't know when it fell off."

He is here, no one cares about no one loves him, who will take care of the little things like dressing him.

Song Jing frowned and glanced at him: "Are you on a business trip like this?"

He Wenzhou went out to meet big shots. He was too young. If it wasn't for his father, his second uncle, and his uncles who supported and protected him, who would know who he was?

Song Jing stopped eating and led him to the mall to buy clothes.He Wenzhou was exceptionally docile, following Song Jing in and out of every store like a schoolboy.Song Jing carefully selected and took out one piece at a time.Clothes of too tender a color could not support his people, and He Wenzhou had many problems. He insisted on not wearing the beautiful ones, and not wearing the poor quality ones. It was so difficult to choose a piece of clothing.

Finally, Song Jing took a fancy to a blue and white silk shirt with pinstripes. The stripes were very thin, and the blue color was rich, and the material was smooth and comfortable to the touch.Song Jing personally put it on for him in the fitting room, and tied a collar button for him. One was empty and only the second was tied.The bottom buttons are for him to fasten himself.

He Wenzhou lowered his head, his shoulders were very hot when he slapped him, never, no, he never enjoyed such tenderness when he was young.

He grabbed Song Jing's hand and pressed it to his face, calling him, "Brother."

Song Jing took the clothes he had changed and said to him, "Put it on."

After he came out, Song Jing picked out a blue suit for him again. It was a low-key blue suit that wasn't too eye-catching, and it would match his age without looking shaky.

When paying the bill, He Wenzhou had to pay by himself, but Song Jing refused, so he bought it for him.Seeing how generous they were, the store manager recommended another cufflink for Song Jing. Song Jing thought it would match the previous shirt, so she bought it too.

He bought a lot for He Wenzhou from head to toe in this way, and he was very calm when he checked out. It took him more than two months' salary to come out of the luxury store.

He was so calm, but He Wenzhou was very uneasy.

He has a feeling of being raised by his brother who smashed his wallet...

Song Jing didn't set any restrictions on him, he didn't ask him to report his itinerary, send messages regularly, drink less alcohol, and not go to some entertainment venues where he was looking for flowers and friends.But when he wore the shirts and suits that Song Jing bought for him, he felt that his soul was trapped by his brother.Every time I go out, I have to check who bought the clothes, who bought the cufflinks, and who put the shirt on for him, huh?Can he still dominate the world without scruples?

He Wenzhou couldn't do anything anymore.

After He Wenzhou left, Song Jing discovered that the white shirt he had replaced was left in his car.He looked at it and wanted to ignore it, but in the end he took it home and returned it to him when he came back.

During He Wenzhou's business trip for the past few days, Song Jing never called him, but He Wenzhou called him every day.He seemed to suddenly have time, no matter how late he would call, and chat with Song Jing when he called.Talk about the people he met today, talk about things at work, talk about Huang Quan's family who suddenly appeared in this city and was arrested.Song Jing lay on the bed with wet hair: "Oh, really?"

He Wenzhou said: "I'm also very surprised, he should have sent his family abroad long ago."

Song Jing was too lazy to play charades with him and was going to sleep.

He Wenzhou quickly stopped him and said, "Honey, I love you."

Song Jing's face flushed, and he replied, "Yes."

He Wenzhou was in a hurry: "Aren't you going to give me some candy?"

Song Jing lazily said, "What candy for you?"

He Wenzhou ground his teeth, wishing he could bite him: "Don't say you don't know."

"I do not know."

Song Jing hung up the phone with a click.

The little wild cat is so bad, he is only seen and not eaten, and how to deal with him when he goes back.

He Wenzhou was extremely uncomfortable being hanged. Every day was like a dry well, and it seemed that nothing was enough.If Song Jing doesn't let go, he won't be able to eat candy.It’s okay if you can’t eat sugar, and the phone calls are very short every day.Song Jing was busy, and so was he. He dragged on here day after day, and this weekend was about to pass.

On Sunday night, he drank too much and was sent back to the hotel by Xu Jiayi and the others.He was lying on the hotel bed alone, with the heavy curtains drawn, not knowing whether it was day or night.In the middle of the night, he was awakened by thirst. The room was dark, with no light or sound.He was out of breath, with a hangover headache, his throat was smoking with thirst, and he couldn't find a drop of water.Rolling off the bed, the kettle was empty, and finally only found a bottle of mineral water from the bathroom.He took two sips and sat in the dark, the feeling of loneliness and abandonment rose up.

When he found the phone, he called Song Jing and said, "Hello!"

He played the video, but Song Jing never picked up the video. For some reason, Song Jing picked it up in a panic.

Song Jing seemed to be wearing a pair of pajamas, grabbed a quilt on his chest randomly, and said to the dark camera: "Huh?"

"say you Love Me."

He ordered him in the dark, he was mad.

Song Jing couldn't care less about him: "Have you been drinking?"

"do you love me?"

Song Jing was about to press the video, but he yelled, "How dare you?"

"Don't make trouble."

Song Jing frowned and gasped for breath, as if he was really uncomfortable.

He leaned against the receiver, getting drunk and dazed in the dark, and turned his face to the camera: "Brother, can you give me a kiss?"

Song Jing ignored him, holding the phone in one hand, and reaching behind to adjust the quilt with the other.He grabbed the back but couldn't grab the front, showing a large white chest, and hurriedly covered it again.

He Wenzhou thought he was disregarding himself, so he yelled, "Look at me!"

"Look what you are doing!"

Song Jing was also angry.

.........

He Wenzhou was completely sober.

He got out of bed immediately, changed clothes, and booked a plane ticket. He checked his phone and it was only 11:30, still in time.

He sent Song Jing his own flight and asked him to wait for him.

In the middle of the night, I didn't even care about my luggage, so I took a taxi to the airport empty-handed.

The flight in the early morning was so quiet that there was no sound.The plane was flying at an altitude of several thousand meters, Song Jing was all in his mind, and he couldn't close his eyes or rest at all.

More than two hours later, he got off the plane, took a taxi again, and drove all the way, across two cities in the north and the south, thousands of kilometers, and delivered it to Song Jing.

Song Jing stood at the gate of the community. He was still in the same white shirt and only wrapped in a coat. He stood on the side of the street and waited.

A car stopped, and He Wenzhou rushed out to pay the driver.The two met on the street at 03:30 in the morning. Song Jing glanced at him indifferently, while He Wenzhou looked at him with heaving chest and panting violently.

He ran all the way here, and even took a taxi by jumping over the railing, jumping in line to grab a taxi.

He looked at him panting, and Song Jing tacitly went with him to a nearby hotel.

In the early morning, two ID cards opened two rooms.One room was empty, and He Wenzhou groped into the other room, and hugged Song Jing from behind.

He kissed his ears, kissed his face, and the coat peeled off to reveal a soft white shirt.White shirt, pajama pants, nothing underneath.I don't know if there are any toys down there.The thread of the cuffs came off, and the buttons fell off. He Wenzhou stroked the passionate pink body in the shirt, and suddenly felt familiar. This shirt looks so familiar.

This is his, the one he left behind before he left!

Once this fact exploded in his mind, his brain was congested like a hungry wolf, and he glared fiercely at Song Jing with his faint eyes.But Song Jing was really tired of waiting, grabbed his collar and kissed him.