The world map and the only you

That night, when Tong Yixin and Yan Xuan returned home, it was nearly two o'clock, but neither of them felt sleepy.There was a milky white, fluffy carpet in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of Tong Yixin's house. They each held a glass of lemonade and sat cross-legged on the carpet without turning on the lights. Under the moonlight and starlight, they chatted to each other.

They talked a lot, but there was not much concrete content to talk about.It's just that the same mood is molded over and over again in words, trying to make the other party understand.The two have been together for so long, and some have a tacit understanding, and words that don't express their meaning can be well understood.

Yan Yao saw that Tong Yixin really didn't care about his actions to position him, he was in a state of ecstasy, and he was in an extremely leisurely state. He was wearing the simplest T-shirt and sweatpants, and his mood was as comfortable and peaceful as cotton.

While chatting endlessly with Yan Yao, Tong Yixin silently examined his own heart: "Why am I not angry?"

This is really strange.

At this time, those little paper figures who often held round table meetings in his mind disappeared, and it seemed that he had already reached a consensus on that "hot spot" issue, and his heart was filled with a charming touch of pink.

He asked Yan Xuan: "Did you send that email too? That is, an anonymous email with many photos."

Yan Ling blinked, nodded quickly, and confessed coyly: "I...I found a...investigator."

He beautified the term "private detective", and quickly raised three fingers to swear to clear things up: "Just check him, I never found anyone to talk to you, I swear."

"You followed by yourself." Tong Yixin had a relaxed smile on his lips.

"I want to keep following..." Yan Xuan muttered in a low voice.

Tong Yixin discovered some facts little by little. After the breakup, Yan Xuan would occasionally use that software to see which city he flew to and where he went.But he still has a little conscience, knowing that this is not good, it is too despicable, so he slowly disabled the software.

However, once when he returned to Beijing on a business trip, he really wanted to see Tong Yixin. This idea did not need any triggers, and a single spark ignited the wasteland.At that time, he was apprehensive. He was afraid that Tong Yixin would know, and he was also afraid that Tong Yixin would not know. He even constructed a reunion in his mind like an idol drama. He fantasized that Tong Yixin still loved him, and they would look at each other. Smile, then kiss.

Just standing outside the restaurant, I saw Tong Yixin chatting and laughing with another man he had never met before eating, and heard Wei Feng and another man smoking outside while discussing that the blind date introduced this time was okay, Yan Xuan suddenly realized that he still overestimated himself - he once thought that he wanted Tong Yixin to be happy with or without him, but only now did he realize that this was not the case at all.

If Tong Yixin smiles at another person, the honey will be tempered into a sharp knife, which will cut out Yan Xuan's ugliest side, and the deep love wrapped in regret will turn into a cloud of black air, threatening envy, doubt, outrage at one's own inadequacy.

But you can only accept it. After all, in this dog-eat-dog world, what better way is there before you become better?Yan Xuan didn't want to destroy Tong Yixin or anything, but just wanted to confirm that this person was really worthy of Tong Yixin's liking.

Unexpectedly, some mistakes were found.

"That investigator is very good. Not only did she find out that Huang Haixu was married, but she even found out that he had attended some... that kind of party," Yan Xuan said, "That's right, that kind of mess."

Tong Yixin shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and the corners of his eyes were slightly bent downward, like crescent moons: "Wei Feng doesn't know either, he knows people from all schools and schools, it's normal that they don't know enough."

The two of them didn't go deep into this topic. Tong Yixin actually wanted to know what kind of mood Yan Xuan was in when he did these things, but he didn't think he would be happy.It would be really selfish to use the bad memories of the other party to prove your sense of security and small vanity.

The moonlight spreads softly, covering the lights of thousands of families.The heat of the heating suffocates people who have heat in their bodies, and they don't know how to vent it.

The atmosphere was just right, Yan Xuan went home and brought in a guitar, sat next to Tong Yixin, played simple chords, and sang a song that was popular recently.

"I will always remember the wind of summer, clearly say you love me." With a slight smile on his brow, he raised his head from the music score on his phone and looked into Tong Yixin's eyes.

The chords are connected with the mood in the night, giving off a subtle but not negligible resonance.

"The gentle and lazy sea breeze blows over the high mountain peaks." Yan Xuan sang the strings with his right hand and hummed leisurely.

In the singing, Tong Yixin seemed to have really passed through this cold winter night, and saw those summers in the past, the seas of the Pacific Ocean, the Atlantic Ocean, and the Caribbean Sea. The wind blows from all angles, with a blurred heat .He and Yan Xuan once held hands, walked in the bright sunshine, and stepped on golden or fine white sandy beaches.

Finally, Yan Xuan sang leisurely: "Why are you not here? Ask Shanfeng and you will come back."

"Why aren't you here." He sang the line again.

Then, he strummed lightly and stopped.His eyes were still fixed on Tong Yixin, and this line of lyrics seemed like a question he was asking.However, before Tong Yixin could answer, Yan Xuan gave up again, jokingly said, "I think you can record that segment and post it on Weibo."

Tong Yixin was still immersed in that ambiguous atmosphere, and didn't take it out: "Huh?"

Yan Xuan scratched his head: "That's right, like Fan Bingbing and the others posted 'we' before, why don't I post your Weibo first?"

Tong Yixin was overjoyed, and said softly, "I'm not a star."

Yan Xuan changed his routine, pretending to look at Tong Yixin pitifully: "Send it, send it."

Tong Yixin gave him a funny look, the moonlight was too beautiful and bright, Yan Xuan saw Tong Yixin's slender eyelashes swept up and down, his eyes fluttered, and he felt that something was wrong all over his body.

He put down the guitar, rubbed against Tong Yixin, and sat down next to him.The enthusiasm in his heart was unbelievably excited, everyone was a deer bumping around, he felt like a mammoth bumping around, and he ran all the way towards his lower abdomen.

His courage was supported by this mammoth, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down with difficulty, looking at Tong Yixin's delicate and white face, the broken light like diamonds in his eyes, and the fluttering eyelashes like butterfly wings.Yan Xuan couldn't control himself, he became more polite and begged softly, "Can I give you a kiss?"

Tong Yixin's face was flushed, whether it was steamed by alcohol or heating, his eyes were lowered, but his face was lightly raised.

The two kissed, lips to lips, Yan Yao didn't dare to kiss for too long, drinking doves to quench thirst seemed to have the opposite effect, and the loose sports pants were stretched out to make a silhouette.He licked Tong Yixin's soft lips with the tip of his tongue, and parted his lips, feeling aggrieved after getting an advantage: "If you don't make an official announcement with me, I'm going to cry."

Tong Yixin couldn't keep up with his brain circuit, so he simply didn't speak.

"Don't be responsible to me, I really cried. You have to coax me." Yan Xuan continued to play tricks.

Tong Yixin was speechless, but seriously touched the corners of Yan Xuan's eyes, and there was no trace of water.

Who knew that this guy Yan Xuan was really reckless, he grabbed Tong Yixin's hand, walked down, got into his clothes, flesh to flesh, and said seriously: "Touch and see if Xiao Yan is crying."

"It's fine if you don't take responsibility for me," Yan Ling said sullenly, "You coax it, and it cries because of you."

Tong Yixin: "..."

He felt that his emotion just now should be fed to the dogs.

The author says:

Ow!