Ex-boyfriends are gods

"This is it?" Morrie looked at the apartment, as if he was feeling the place where Al once lived, but considering that there were traces of the ex-boyfriend in it, he felt a little uncomfortable.

The location of the apartment is relatively remote, but the advantage is that the environment is beautiful and quiet.There are fallen leaves in autumn and snow in winter, and there is a clear lake not far away. You can go swimming from time to time in summer. It can be said that it is a very comfortable and livable place.

Al once aspired to be a painter, and such a quiet and beautiful place is exactly what he needs.

Ignoring Morrie's intentional finding, Al groped under the flower pot at the door of the apartment, and found the key again.The apartment was like a clinic, its contents barely touched, just covered in a layer of dust.

Norton no longer has a clinic, but neither has he lived here.

"Okay, let's live here for a while, and then try to find out where Norton went."

Cleaning is easy, but when I opened the room where Norton lived, a small wooden box was placed on the bed of the room.Al was almost certain that Norton had left it for him.

night.

Alice's apartment is far away from the hustle and bustle. Even if the weather is cold at night, Al can still hear the chirping of unknown bugs in the woods.It's not disturbing, but rather quiet.

Al leaned against the bed.

After a few months, he came back here again.

Once, he spent his best college years with Norton here, and they blended with each other countless times on this bed.The other party's thoughtfulness and gentleness always make Al give birth to a kind of wholehearted delivery and dependence.

Al didn't feel sleepy. Although he flipped through the book in his hand, he didn't read a single word.And on the bedside table next to him, the small wooden box has been opened.There was a lot of money in it, and even some expensive jewelry, which Norton had apparently left for him in case of emergency.At that time, Al left in a fit of anger, with no money at all.

——Dong Dong

As Al gradually indulged himself in the past, there was a knock on the door.The knock on the door came and went, without any pattern, and the listeners were upset.But at this moment, the only one who can knock on the door like this, and keeps on relentlessly, is that Mr. Murray William.

After closing the book, Al could only get up and open the door.

Morrie was wearing pajamas, some loose pajamas were not tightly fastened, so his firm chest was naturally exposed in the warm light.And contrary to his strong male hormones, he wore a pair of gray rabbit fur slippers on his feet, which was a bit funny.

"Have some coffee?" Morrie held a cup of coffee in each hand, and the moment Al opened the door, he turned sideways and walked in, without giving the other party a chance to refuse.

Al was a little helpless. In fact, he had already understood what Morrie was thinking, but Al was currently unable to respond to the other party.Morrie may seem lazy, but his appearance and family background can be said to be extremely good.But Norton's matter has not been dealt with, and Al can't devote himself to the next relationship.In addition, his relationship seems to have been a little unsatisfactory, which also makes Al feel a little tired.

Seeing that Al was having a headache, Morrie had already put down the coffee in his hand.When Al lost his mind, Morrie stretched out his hand and pulled his wrist, and when Al subconsciously couldn't stand still, he directly pressed him and lay down on the bed.

"what are you doing?"

Al's feet dangled over the edge of the bed, lightly held down by one of Morrie's legs.This posture made Al a little uncomfortable.

Morrie actually smiled, and then said confidently, "I know you don't like coffee, and you're not used to eating after washing up at night. I came to you with coffee..." He elongated his tone, handsome and The sharp facial features revealed a bit of rogue, "I just found an excuse...mainly to coax you to sleep."

Al was ready to fight back, and then was surrounded by Murray.

The next moment, Morrie wrapped his hands around Al's waist and lifted him up, completely pressing him onto the bed.Before Al could say anything, he pulled the quilt over Al's body.

"Okay, go to sleep."

Morrie wrapped Al tightly with a quilt, leaving only his head outside.

"Then... tell you some bedtime stories?" As he said, Morrie pulled the book Al was reading just now, turned to the place Al marked, and read slowly in a low voice up.

Al turned around but couldn't help laughing. When Morrie interrupted him, his original irritability and worries were dispelled a lot.

The worries in my heart were dispelled, and sleepiness came to my heart.

After all, the train bumped all the way and didn't have a good rest. It's a day of rushing and packing here, so it's no wonder I'm not tired.As soon as he relaxed at this moment, Al soon fell into a deep sleep.

"Good night, baby."

Morrie put down the book, and while Al fell asleep, kissed him goodnight between his brows.

The warm lights were turned off, and the door of the room was closed again.

Of course, the small box on the bedside table was also closed again, and at the same time, it seemed to be deliberately treated as an unimportant shelf, with some sundries placed randomly on it.

A good night's sleep.

After a deep sleep, Al's exhaustion from the whole journey was gone, and when he woke up in the morning, Al felt completely refreshed.After breakfast Al called Morrie and was going to visit some of Norton's friends.

If his friends don't know about Norton either, Al considers looking for someone in the newspaper.In short, he intends to spend some time here.

Things were really not going well. I visited two friends who had been with Norton in the morning, and they both said that they hadn't seen Norton for a long time.The last time I saw Norton was before he left Norton.

When he went back disappointed with Morrie, when he reached the door, Al found a postman looking at the door of the apartment.

"Sir? Are you the owner of Alice's apartment?"

The postman saw Al and Morrie approaching, his eyes flicked between them.

"how?"

Seeing Al go up to confess, the postman showed a happy look.

"This is really great. Here is a letter from you and a 'gift'. I have been here for half a month, but unfortunately no one has come here. I have to come here to have a look."

Of course, the postman wouldn't say that the reason why he worked so hard was because someone specifically entrusted that the things must be delivered to the owner of the apartment, and of course he was paid enough.The other party looked a bit difficult to mess with. After getting paid, the postman didn't dare to do nothing.

Soon, Al received the letter and the 'gift'.

The envelope is very delicate, and even has a faint fragrance on it.The sealing wax on the envelope was intact, indicating that the letter had not been opened.

Open the mouth, inside is a card that says - I'm back.

Very nice font.

And that gift was a cuboid object similar to a picture frame, tightly wrapped in oiled paper and cloth.When Al took it apart, Al was shocked.

It was a painting of sunflowers.

The sunflowers above are flamboyant and enthusiastic, but the original strong and brilliant sunflower tone has been adjusted to bring out a dark blush, and the whole painting has a strong personal color.

The painter may not be very skilled, but the strong contrast of colors and the enthusiasm of the sunflowers are completely highlighted, which is an excellent painting.

Ke Al searched the entire painting, but couldn't find any signature.