What to do if you have a crush on Party A

Ming Zhen replied "nine o'clock" softly, and Mai Wenche asked inexplicably "what do you do so early on weekends", then covered his ears with his hands and muttered "I'll squint for a while", then stopped all kinds of squirming, and seemed to fall asleep again past.

Ming Zhen didn't have the habit of staying in bed on weekends, and after being so frightened, she lost sleepiness at all, so she lightly lifted the quilt and got up.After washing up, I habitually wanted to make breakfast. I didn't know what Mai Wenche wanted to eat, nor when he would sleep until. Fortunately, I wasn't particularly hungry, so I turned on the computer and looked at the data report while waiting for Mai Wenche to eat. Wen Che got up.

After Mai Wenche woke up half an hour later, Ming Zhen asked him what he would like to have for breakfast.

"What's there to eat? Do you have noodles?" Mai Wenche asked.

Ming Zhen knows that he likes to eat pasta, cold noodle soup, stewed noodle, and all kinds of recipes. During the short "cohabitation" that year, he even researched the dishes that Mai Wenche liked.

He opened the refrigerator and looked at the ingredients. Recently, he is not so busy at work and has time to cook, and it is cheaper to cook by himself due to the financial constraints, so the ingredients are quite abundant. He asked, "Can you make soup noodles or mixed noodles, which one do you want to eat?" ?”

When Mai Wenche heard this, his eyes lit up: "Let's mix noodles! I haven't eaten your noodles for a long time."

It took a long time to mix the noodles. After washing, Mai Wenche stood by and watched, smelling the smell of fried pork belly in oil and screaming.When the noodles were on the table, Mai Wenche ate the noodles snoringly, and said that he rarely had a rest on weekends, and usually had to sleep until noon, but it was worth getting up early after eating such delicious noodles today. up.

Ming Zhen chatted with him about these trivial daily life, listening to the admiration of this person who has always praised him so much, suddenly felt... really like it.

There is a kind of sweet joy filling the chest cavity.

After the joy, there is a trace of regret.

This whole weekend, Ming Zhen spent with Mai Wenche.

Mai Wenche invited friends over for dinner on Saturday night, and said that he would clean up the dust for his friend named Xiao Fan.After the two finished their early lunch, they drove back to his residence.I went to buy some ingredients in the afternoon, and then welcomed some friends over one after another.

The girl named Xiao Fan said that she is a good cook, so she chose to cook at home.Ming Zhen is not very good at communication, but she likes to cook, and she also wants to help Xiao Fan to exchange cooking skills, so she spends most of her time in the kitchen.

There were seven or eight people at this dinner, men and women, except for Xiao Fan and her husband who were a couple, Wen Xian brought a young girl whom he introduced as a "friend" who was still in her junior year at a certain university.Mai Wenche turned his head and joked that he was "not human" and "can do it even when he is seven years old" when the little girl couldn't see it.

Wen Xian said with an innocent face: "I've always said that men are not good things! A man's true nature!"

Mai Wenche laughed and scolded "dog thing" and kicked him again.

The two were chatting, and Wen Xian suddenly asked him if he had received Huang Miao's wedding invitation, saying that the wedding banquet would be held next month, and Huang Miao asked him to bring his family to attend.

Mai Wenche replied that he had received it, and the other party also told him to bring his family to participate.

Wen Xian said, "I'm going to take my baby there."

Mai Wenche was speechless for a moment: "You take someone there, so I'll be alone?" Then he gave up a little vindictively and said, "Okay! Then I'll take DouDou."

Wen Xian clicked his tongue and said, "Doudou, Doudou, why do you sound like a dog."

Mai Wenche glared at him, and retorted: "Even a dog is a good dog, unlike you, dog."

Wen Xian shrugged indifferently, then suddenly came in again, and asked in a low voice, "Are you two getting along?"

"No." Mai Wenche was a little bitter.

"If you like it, go for it, what are you doing?" Wen Xian was puzzled.

The details of Mai Wenche's interactions with others have never been discussed with Wen Xian.The man has a good face, and feels that the emotional stuff is not worth talking about, not to mention that Mai Wenche is afraid that discussing gay feelings with a straight man will offend him, so he restrains talking about it.And Mai Wenche didn't say anything, Wen Xian was also very insightful and didn't ask.

That bit of bitterness gradually turned into a bit of irritability, and Mai Wenche replied, "Just...wait."

Ming Zhen is not a perfect match, but the other party can satisfy his longing for an ordinary life.When Mai Wenche said to wait, he just wanted to wait for an answer that could deliver his sincerity, and for a truth that could erase the knot in his heart.

Just wait, time will tell the answer.

A group of young people had a lively meal, chatting, drinking lightly, and enjoying themselves.Ming Zhen didn't drink, and Mai Wenche didn't force it, saying that if he didn't drink, he just sent the others home at night.

Mai Wenche seemed very happy today, and by the end of the show, he was obviously drunk.Ming Zhen originally planned to return to his own residence after sending the others home, but when Mai Wenche got up to see him off, he staggered a bit, which made him really worried.

The news on the Internet that people vomited and choked to death with their own vomit kept flashing in my mind.

Fortunately, they were all not far away, and after he put down the others, he turned the car back to Mai Wenche's house.

Ming Zhen was glad that she turned around and turned back, and after pressing the doorbell for a long time, Mai Wenche opened the door for him, and after sitting down for a while, the other party rushed to the toilet and threw up in a mess holding the toilet.

Ming Zhen helped him carry his clothes by the back collar so that he wouldn't vomit dirty, couldn't help being a little angry, and blamed: "You say you, why are you so desperate to drink with friends!"

Mai Wenche closed the toilet seat and pressed the flush button, grinning and said, "Happy! You are all back, so happy!"

Ming Zhen reluctantly tried to pull him up, but the person squatting on the ground suddenly stretched out his hands: "You hug me."

Ming Zhen was stunned for a moment, Mai Wenche saw that he was not moving, he shook his hand in dissatisfaction, and repeated in a coquettish tone: "I can't walk anymore! You hug me!"

Ming Zhen compromised, bent down, picked up his knee with one hand, and passed his arm with the other, hugging him up.

Mai Wenche is not a petite man, with long hands and feet and a little weight, but at this moment he is curled up, nestled in his arms, quiet and peaceful, like a sleeping... big cat.

During the ten or so steps from the bathroom to the room, he held him firmly and walked cautiously. He opened the door with his arm, knelt on the edge of the bed, and gently placed Mai Wenche on the bed.

Unconsciously, he sighed lightly, and just about to get up, Mai Wenche grabbed him suddenly, and muttered: "Don't go!"

Ming Zhen thinks that Mai Wenche should be drunk.

He thought of the scene many years ago when he picked up the drunk Mai Wenche home for the first time. On that winter night when his breath was foggy, he changed his clothes. Cold edge drilled into his arms.

Just like now, a little willful, a little clingy, a little childish.

Ming Zhen softened her voice and coaxed: "I won't go, I'll get you a glass of water!"

Mai Wenche's hands clenched his clothes tightly, and he said childishly cruel words: "If I wake up tomorrow and can't see you, I will break up with you!"

"I really won't go, I promise you."

"Pull the hook!" The drunk stretched out his little finger.

Ming Zhen stretched out her little finger to hook him, Mai Wenche closed her eyes contentedly, and within two seconds, there was the sound of even breathing.

It's autumn, and the wind lifts up the screen window, and it feels a bit cool on the body.Ming Zhen went to the window and closed it, and drew the curtains.

It's okay to get drunk at the company's entertainment, but you can also get drunk when you have dinner with friends. Why doesn't he cherish himself?How did he get here all these years?Does anyone take care of him?That... the ex-girlfriend who broke up with him, can he handle him?

Ming Zhen saw that the corners of his eyes were astringent, and his whole heart ached from being rubbed.

He didn't know whether the pain was triggered by a key word in his mind, whether it was no one taking care of him, or his ex-girlfriend.

Sitting motionless on the edge of the bed, he just stared at the person who fell asleep peacefully, and looked at the softened facial features.

The first time I saw Mai Wenche, I thought he was good-looking.The facial features of the person standing far away on the stage cannot be seen clearly, but he just thinks he is good-looking.

His eyelashes are so long, his nose is so straight, and he looks so good when he is asleep.

From top to bottom, the gaze stayed on the tightly pursed lips.Mai Wenche's lips are also beautiful, thin but full, the kind of lips that make people want to kiss - a sleeping person has no sense of distance and no resistance, it seems that he can do whatever he wants.

Ming Zhen felt that her throat was dry and she swallowed.

Four years ago, the scene where the other party resisted and struggled under him rushed into my mind like fragments.

He had sworn that he would not do any more acts of transgression, and in the end he reached out his hand and patted the other person's head restrainedly, and said softly, "Good night."

That day, Mingzhen stayed here in such a bewildering manner, but finally slept in the next guest room.

After this happy dinner party on the weekend, Mai Wenche pulled Ming Zhen into a group called "Commando on the Bite of the Tongue". The day suddenly became more lively.

Later, Ming Zhen logged on to the love self-built website again.

When I rented a personalized domain name, I recharged it proudly for 3 years, and now it has expired.

After struggling to log in to the background again, the domain name was invalid.Fortunately, many years have passed, and this website has not closed down, or I am afraid that there will be no memories.

He felt a little pity and wanted to renew the fee, but he couldn't find his Paypal account and password after thinking about it for a long time.After tossing and tossing for a while, I gave up, and finally renewed the fee after finding a certain treasure on the Magnum to pay for it.Fortunately, the domain name expired and no one snatched it up, so he easily registered it again.

Then I clicked on the website whose UI interface is really naive and ugly. The progress of the year stayed at 64/100, and there were more than 30 things that were not completed.

Flipping through the pictures from that year one by one, reading the words written a few years ago word by word, the memories poured down like a flood, making him feel depressed.

Clothes expire, websites expire, crushes expire.

But Ming Zhen's secret love has probably always been within the shelf life.

He clicked the "upload photo" button on the website, and added the recent photos of going to a talk show and going camping with McWenchel, watching the progress bar change to 66/100.

It seems that it was set up at that time. If the 100 lists are completed, all the small grids can be merged into one big heart?

It's been so long, and Ming Zhen himself has a vague memory and is not sure.

Just thinking about it now, it's really good.

? Song old words

Let’s make a transition, after a few chapters, we will enter the turning point~~ Don’t worry, don’t worry~mua~