The world map and the only you

Tong Yixin's feelings for the carrot became very complicated, he kept silent as if avoiding it, and let Yan Yao grab his earlobe like a hungry wolf biting a rabbit.

However, sometimes escaping is not only shameful, but also useless, like now—Tong Yixin arched his waist slightly, not wanting to make the body's reaction too obvious, but keeping his mouth shut can't resist the honesty of his body.

Yan Ling's lips slowly moved over his smooth cheeks, and finally stuck to his lips, their breaths interlaced.Tong Yixin's eyelashes trembled, and his toes secretly grabbed the ground. Just when he thought that Yan Yao would continue to kiss deeper, and he had already prepared himself mentally for something to happen naturally, Yan Yao followed him. move away from the lips.

Tong Yixin: "?" He opened his misty eyes, looked at Yan Yao with some doubts, and saw Yan Xuan spread his hands, and said regretfully, "One hand of flour, the timing is not good."

"Ah..." Tong Yixin's brain was still a little dizzy. He felt that all the mental preparations he had just made were wasted, so he got up and walked into the kitchen in embarrassment, and said: "You make dumplings yourself! I... I will go to the kitchen." Wash the vegetables."

In just a few meters, he stumbled as if he was fleeing.He stood in the kitchen, supported the countertop to calm himself down, and then bent down to pick out the ingredients for the hot pot at night.

Beside the dining table, Yan Xuan, belatedly, looked down at his white hands covered in flour, angrily took his right hand and slapped his left hand, and thought regretfully: "I should have served it just now, the clothes can be washed again, the dumplings You can pack it again, can you have sex again?!"

In his "endless" remorse, he finished making dumplings on two cutting boards, and there was a faint resentment all the time on his head.Until I suddenly connected a string in my mind, I had an idea, and thought: "We can have a romance! Have a drink, have a candlelight dinner, believe it or not!"

Yan Xuan is a man of action. Apart from "carrots", his specialty is to think out and think out.He set aside some of the wrapped dumplings to cook at night, put the rest in the refrigerator, and cleaned up the table. After finishing these tasks, he rubbed against Tong Yixin, cleared his throat, and asked coyly: " Do you have any candles at home?"

Tong Yixin cut the washed cabbage into several sections, put them in the drainer, turned his head to look at Yan Yao, and asked, "Why do you want candles? Power outage? No way."

Yan Xuan opened the refrigerator, took out a bottle of still sparkling wine from it, shook it left and right, and grinned: "Candlelight dinner, my dear."

"Who is your dear?" Tong Yixin took out a potato, gently pushed Yan Yao down, and went to get the peeler in the drawer, "Don't block it here."

He was also ashamed and indignant because he had been molested just now, and he was a little angry when he saw Yan Xuan.In fact, this anger was not aimed at Yan Xuan at all, but felt that he was really worthless.

Yan Xuan looked at Tong Yixin waving his white and thin wrist, and for some reason wanted to give it a hand, so he quickly reached out to touch it.

Tong Yixin gave him a funny look, and said helplessly, "Are you annoying?"

Yan Xuan was still addicted, he touched it again in a funny and contrived way, and put one hand around Tong Yixin's waist from behind, pretending to be literary and artistic, he said solemnly: "Our way is very much like a movie."

"What movie?" Tong Yixin held a potato in one hand and a peeler in the other, with question marks all over his face. He really couldn't think of any movie that could make such a country love [Note].

"I'm the king of the world," Yan Xuan rubbed Tong Yixin's neck, and said two words affectionately, "Rousier." Not only did he spoof the name of the heroine of "Titanic", but he also added an accent.

Tong Yixin was amused by him, and turned his head to look at him: "Jack, let me go." He turned his wrist and shook the peeler in his hand: "Be careful, I will peel you."

Yan Xuan stopped playing, feeling his crotch tightened, so he quickly let go of Tong Yixin.Tong Yixin smiled and said, "I don't remember where the candles are. I haven't used them for a long time. Why don't you go to the TV cabinet and look for them. They should be in those drawers."

Yan Xuan walked out of the kitchen and looked through the TV cabinet in the living room. Tong Yixin's TV had a large storage space under it. There were five or six drawers. Yan Xuan opened it one by one to look at it.There are all kinds of things stored in it, stationery, paper, batteries, chargers, outdated earphones...

It was getting dark, and the sun was sneaking away quickly.Yan Xuan turned on the light and continued to rummage. He saw that there was a small colorful birthday candle in a drawer, which was really different from a candlelight dinner.

Yan Xuan found that Tong Yixin might be a bit of a collector, and kept all kinds of small things, even though he knew it would be difficult to use them.He was shocked at the fact that he only realized this. The two of them had been together for such a long time. Because of the distance and various problems, in fact, they didn't know much about many small aspects of life.

"Honey, do you have that kind of big candle at home? I only see the small ones." He ran to the kitchen and asked, he needed to see Tong Yixin to relieve the guilt and uneasiness in his heart.

Tong Yixin finished cutting the dishes, dried his hands with a towel, and led Yan Ling to the TV cabinet, saying, "I bought it, but it was a long time ago, so it should be there."

"I've seen all three here." Yan Ling pointed.

Tong Yixin squatted down and opened another drawer. There were several candles in it. He turned his head to look at Yan Yao with a speechless face, and thought about Yan Yao's IQ very seriously. He said: "Student Yan Xuan, you What do you think it is, I taste it carefully, it looks like a candle, what do you think?"

Embarrassed, Yan Xuan nodded, "I think so too."

Yan Xuan's mind is not on the candle at all now, the sudden and subtle recognition just now made him uneasy, he knew that he liked Tong Yixin, there was no doubt about it, but he didn't seem to know enough.He remembered that a long time ago, Dong Fei and Tong Yixin said: "You are the one who accommodates him." He heard it by accident that time, and he was still very unconvinced, but when he thought about it carefully, was what he said really unreasonable? ?

"Are you sure you want to use candles and champagne with hot pot?" Tong Yixin didn't feel that there was anything wrong with Yan Xuan, but only questioned this mysterious combination.

Yan Xuan faltered and said perfunctorily: "How wonderful, a mix of trends."

Tong Yixin patted Yan Xuan's head amusedly, and stood up.Yan Xuan casually opened another drawer beside him, Tong Yixin looked at it from top to bottom, suddenly his lower lip tightened, and he kicked the drawer with his toes.

"What's wrong?" Yan Xuan asked suspiciously.

Tong Yixin looked around and said to him: "Come and help me in the kitchen, I'm a little tired."

"Oh..." Yan Ling agreed, and urged, "You go first, I'll be right away."

Tong Yixin wanted to pull him together, but Yan Xuan was dragged half a meter away, and suddenly opened the drawer again disobediently.He could clearly see the Zongling inside, his breathing was stagnant, his chest was stuffy and he couldn't breathe: "What is this..."

He saw a gerbera sealed in a glass cover, the petals were shriveled, it was already a dried flower, and the bottom of the glass cover was covered with some rose petals, he saw a stack of postcards, Tong Yixin flew to all over the world when he was in a different place He didn't remember where it was sent to him. It turned out that it was brought back to Beijing by Tong Yixin after breaking up.There is a notebook that he has never seen before, with "to: Yan Xuan" written on it.

Tong Yixin stood aside, his eyes downcast in silence.

Yan Yao took out the notebook, opened the first page, and wrote in delicate and meaningful handwriting: "This is a love poem for you."

Yan Xuan confirmed that he had never read it before. He took a deep breath, his fingers trembling, and when he turned to the next page, a poem fell into his eyes:

"Love and your wasted time

you are such a dream

travel through the world

For a first encounter in the dark

The starry sky may be a phantom

but your tenderness and sincerity

Embark on a strange and gorgeous adventure

Because I love you

2014/08/16 ”

Yan Xuan's fingertips lightly traced this date. This was before they got together. Yan Xuan always thought that he was chasing after him to confess his love. He never expected that there would be such a behind-the-scenes.

He blinked, his thoughts and soul were frozen together, and he turned backwards, one poem after another:

"I want to stare blankly at you, from the equator to the North Pole."

"Rivers, lakes, seas, mountains and plains, I see the reflection of you and the world in my eyes."

"Exchange our love with a map of the world, would you believe it? I have 1 wishes."

Yan Xuan looked at the date, it was the time when Tong Yixin resigned and went to the United States to find him, and the "1 willings" made him feel as if he had been shocked and mourned a lifetime ago.Tong Yixin's love is so beautiful, he will love someone with a hundred kinds of beauty.

Page by page, month by month, year by year...until the breakup.

In June 2018, Tong Yixin wrote:

"summer

Even the shadow is tired

city ​​is a prison

You and I are trapped beasts

The heart puts itself in chains

If love is the last straw

How terrible is the abyss? "

Yan Xuan closed the notebook and hugged it in his arms, sat on the ground exhausted, looked up at Tong Yixin with a blank face, he felt his chin itchy, a tear dripped into his clothes, it turned out that he had already burst into tears before he knew it .

"Why are you crying?" Tong Yixin forced a smile when his secret was exposed under the pale light.

Yan Xuan blinked and cried again, he asked in a trance: "I love you so much, you love me so much."

"So why did we separate?"

He cried very ugly, without image, like a child who fell to the ground, weeping blood every word.

The author says:

[Note] There is no meaning of diss country love...

Sorry for being late, it's a bit difficult to write poetry, and I probably have to recall it again!