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On the second day of vacation, Chu Feimu invited Aoki to have dinner.

I waited downstairs 10 minutes earlier, holding a black silk umbrella in my hand.

It was foggy early in the morning, and it hadn't had time to disperse yet.

In the veil-like mist, Chu Feimu propped up a world for Aoki.

They walked side by side, Chu Feimu was holding an umbrella, holding Aoki's shoulders, Aoki was uncomfortable, shrunk his shoulders and tried to hide to the side.

Chu Feimu smiled knowingly, stretched out his hand to grab Aoki's shoulder, and before Aoki got angry, he put it on his shoulder lightly, looking like two close brothers from a distance.

Aoki opened his mouth, but after all, he couldn't say anything ugly.

In the foggy weather, although it is easy for people to feel that their breathing is blocked, Aoki unconsciously remembered his childhood, and smiled softly.

Chu Feimu looked sideways at Aoki, and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Aoki smiled lightly: "Today's fog reminds me of the candy I used to eat when I was a child. The name is Little Naughty. The light orange candy is always covered with a layer of milky white rice paper. At that time, I hated eating rice paper the most. You have to tear it clean before continuing to eat candy."

Chu Feimu frowned in a ignorant manner, really not knowing how to proceed with these words.

Lying is really an intense mental response activity that requires improvisation.

When he was a child, he ate chocolates imported from Belgium. What the hell is rice paper?

In order to prevent Aoki from seeing the flaw, Chu Feimu said casually: "It seems that today will be a sunny day."

Aoki quietly looked at the sky for a while, and answered truthfully: "Yes."

At this moment, the sky was calm, and the white clouds were also dyed light gray by the mist, like a person floating on the sea level, still and motionless.

A gloomy cold wind blew over, and the fog cleared a lot, but they were frozen to death.

They turned sideways almost at the same time, but they didn't want to face the cold wind head-on, and at almost the same time, they smiled and looked at each other.

Chu Feimu slowly put away the umbrella and held it by his hand, as if he was carrying a black cane with him.

Aoki thought it was funny, but tried his best not to make a sound.

The taxi stopped in front of a grocery store.

Aoki raised his head and glanced at the signboard, the largest Japanese grocery store in City Y, apart from being expensive, the taste doesn't seem to be that important.

Mainly clean.

few people.

Anyway, he doesn't eat seafood at all, so he doesn't feel much about this kind of shop.

Chu Feimu suddenly said with great interest: "The taste of this restaurant is good. I have been here a few times with my friends before."

After finishing speaking, he walked into the Japanese grocery store first, but Aoki hesitated to speak, so he had no choice but to follow in.

The two entered a private room, took off their shoes at the door and entered.

The area of ​​the private room is not large, it is easy to create a sense of intimacy.

Aoki took off his coat and sat on the beige tatami floor, looking around.

The clean and tidy Japanese decoration style is almost composed of different shades of natural log colors.

The floor table was not too big, it was rectangular, and he and Chu Feimu sat facing each other.

There is an interesting painting at the end of the floor table. It is "Meguro New Fuji" by Utagawa Hiroshige. The picture is beautiful, the colors are used just right, and there is an artistic charm that travels through time and space.

There are two Mount Fuji in the picture, a small river bypasses the peaks, and twists and turns between large cherry blossom trees and grasslands. People in kimonos shuttle on the path leading to the top of Mount Fuji, and some people stand on the top of the mountain and look into the distance.

Pink clouds float in the sky, darker than the cherry blossoms.

On the opposite side of Mount Fuji, there is another Mount Fuji.

The Mount Fuji on the opposite side is obviously fake, but it is far away and unattainable.

Aoki couldn't help admiring in a deep and sentimental voice: "Fake, deceitful."

Chu Feimu's hands trembled, and most of the brown rice tea in the cup was spilled.

Aoki came back to his senses, and hastily pulled out a few paper towels to cover the water stains.

The green brown rice tea quickly permeated the white paper towel, exuding a faint tea aroma.

Aoki asked embarrassingly: "Are you okay?"

Chu Feimu shook his head, slowly wiped off the water on the table, poured another cup of brown rice tea and handed it to Aoki.

Aoki took the brown rice tea, wrapped it around the tip of his nose, put it on his mouth, and took a small sip.

Chu Feimu didn't give up and asked: "What did you just say 'fake, deceiving'?"

Aoki pointed to the painting next to him.

Chu Feimu relaxed and let out a long breath.

The Japanese-style sliding door was gently pushed open, and the waitress in a smoky pink kimono placed plates of exquisite sushi and sashimi on the table, bent over and walked out slowly.

Aoki glanced at the table, there was a sashimi platter of four kinds of fish, grilled wagyu beef, baked lobster with sea urchin, tuna, caviar sushi, etc.

This meal will undoubtedly be enjoyable for those who love Japanese food.

But for Aoki who doesn't eat seafood, it is undoubtedly suffering.

Aoki grilled a piece of wagyu beef with his slender pointed chopsticks, and the taste was not bad.

He chewed two mouthfuls with little interest and put down his chopsticks.

This store is quite interesting, drinking sake in a goblet.

Aoki raised his head, paused for about a second, and took a sip of sake.

Amid the scent of wine, his eyes collided with Chu Feimu's.

Chu Feimu frowned, picked up the goblet, and asked in a neutral tone, "Don't you like Japanese food?"

Aoki put down the goblet, and lifted it gently to avoid the weight: "I don't eat seafood."

Chu Feimu wiped the corners of his mouth with a tissue with a calm expression, threw it to the side of the table, and said coldly: "Let's go." Then he got up and waited to see how Aoki would respond.

Aoki just smiled lightly, wiped the corners of his mouth with a paper towel in a calm manner, stood up and looked at Chu Feimu for a while, omitting the hypocritical humility and oblique refusal, and said with a smile: "Next time, I will definitely not Will eat seafood with you."

Chu Feimu suddenly felt that he had the talent to put on a show, and he obviously didn't want to get up and leave, but in order to cooperate with Aoki and let him have a good impression of him, it was also considered a gentleman for the first time.

The two put on their coats and got up to leave.

Before leaving, Aoki asked the waiter to pack the untouched sushi.

Chu Feimu laughed mockingly from the bottom of his heart, and pretended to be very interested to cooperate and said: "It's really wrong to waste food."

Aoki didn't say anything, and walked out with the packed bag.

Suddenly thought of Wang Bin.

Once, Wang Bin arranged for Aoki to meet his father, a second-married Alpha who was nearly 60 years old.

Almost all the bad qualities of bad alpha males are gathered in him, selfish, stingy, irritable, strong desire for control, pure egoism.

They went to eat seafood that day, but Aoki didn't eat a bite, and there was no reason to force himself, politely expressing that he would not eat seafood.

But Wang Bin's father actually made a sarcastic statement, saying that Aoki was born with a low life.

Aoki was impressed by what he said.

Wang Bin's father said: "If you don't eat seafood, others will think that you have never eaten it, and that you are born with a low life and a poor person."

Aoki didn't hold back at that time, and directly refuted back: "I don't eat seafood because of my personal eating habits, and it has nothing to do with others. I am indeed a poor person, but you have no right to insult me, and I am not ashamed of being poor."

After saying this, Aoki left directly.

At that time Wang Bin chased him out and said a lot about his father, but none of these could cover up his bad deeds, but he found all kinds of reasons and excuses for his despicableness.

Aoki didn't want to hear this at all, so he made it clear to Wang Bin several times that the two were at most colleagues, but Wang Bin stuck to him like a dog's skin plaster, and even threatened suicide, insisting on dating Aoki.

Wang Bin really stood on the top of the building and threatened Aoki that he would jump off the building and insisted on staying with Aoki.

Another time, he cut his wrist, the wound was not deep, and he didn't even need to go to the hospital, but he managed to threaten Aoki.

Aoki is not afraid that Wang Bin will fight with him, but he is afraid of Wang Bin's suicide declaration.

Wang Bin kept saying that his life was in Aoki's hands, and as long as Aoki ignored him, he would commit suicide.

Aoki also knew that Wang Bin couldn't really commit suicide, but he was afraid that a life would never be in his own hands, so he endured it for half a year with increasing collapse.

Wang Bin said everywhere that Aoki was his boyfriend, but Aoki simply didn't explain it, and he couldn't explain it.

Over time, he was accepted as Wang Bin's boyfriend by default.

The onlookers were really weird, they would rather believe that they were really together and separated in a bloody way than admit that they had never been together again.

This is like in school days, two classmates who were rumored to be rumored, everyone wants to believe that they have been together, make up stories in private, write story books, it seems that people in the world who can't get it have to be in sweet love, and they have to be in love. in love.

It seems that this can prove that love really exists, but I have not encountered it.

It was an extremely unpleasant memory, so that Aoki's face changed.

He and Chu Feimu went to another western food restaurant along the overpass in the city center, and there were a few ragged beggars squatting on the overpass.

Aoki put down the packing bag in his hand and said nothing.

Chu Feimu asked curiously: "Why didn't you tell me that it was packed for beggars?"

Aoki moved his mouth, choked up and said, "There's nothing to say."

"What you did was a good thing." Chu Feimu said frankly.

Aoki smiled and said: "A good thing and a bad thing are actually the same. A good thing that is said deliberately will be regarded as a bad thing by others. Most of them will be seen as having ulterior motives, and even be misunderstood to ask for extra gratitude."

The two ate western food downstairs in the shopping mall, after the meal Chu Feimu insisted on sending Aoki home.

Aoki refused, Chu Feimu had no choice but to take a taxi and go home first.

On the way, Chu Feimu suddenly thought of a question.

Can falsehood also pretend to be true?

He was a little depressed, as if a script had gone wrong.

The first meeting between him and Aoki was purely a hypocritical beginning. Many strangers start their first meeting like this, and after countless times of parting, feelings will settle down one after another. Once the door is closed, other unimportant people I can't get in anymore.

In relationships, it is very important to come first, first come first. Some people may not be infatuated, but even if someone is left in my heart, even if this person is not by my side, I still have a seat for him. The latecomers can only sit on the sidelines, which is not fair. to speak of.

It has nothing to do with being infatuated or not.

Pretending to be someone in your heart is two different things from being infatuated. If you have the ability to be infatuated with you, don't continue to look for others.Don't look for something else and miss what's in your heart.I can't forget what's in my heart, and I'm struggling to find something else.

Bai Yueguang, first love, is more like a false image, it does not necessarily refer to a specific person, it is the initial longing and comprehension of love.

Only by prescribing the right medicine can he quickly occupy a certain position in Aoki's heart.

Chu Feimu took out his mobile phone and sent a WeChat message to Aoki: 【What type do you like? 】

Aoki: […]

Chu Feimu: [Good looking? 】

Aoki: 【Yes. 】

Chu Feimu: [Taller? 】

Aoki: 【Yes. 】

Chu Feimu: [The one with long legs? 】

Aoki: 【Yes. 】

Chu Feimu: [With abdominal muscles? 】

Aoki: [...um. 】

This question is asked, who doesn't like this, and Aoki can't deny it.

In the end, Chu Feimu smiled slyly: 【That's not what I am. 】

Aoki: […]

Thank you, I like thin-skinned ones, which are controlled within the range of autonomous growth and reproduction of human cells, rather than those that expand the area and thickness by themselves after adulthood.