only love

Qiao Shaoyang walked to the door of the office, Fang Zhehan hurriedly reminded, "Shaoyang, go out to play, remember, don't spend the night outside."

Qiao Shaoyang stood outside the door. He walked with his head bowed. He hurried in to report to his colleagues, and almost bumped into the man who lowered his head to change his money. Fortunately, each of them reacted quickly, and the documents in that comrade's hands were not scattered all over the place.

"Hey, Shaoyang, I heard that the leader sent you a very important task, is it true?" The comrade who couldn't control his mouth turned away and asked.

Qiao Shaoyang looked up, but he didn't answer.

Fang Zhehan asked, "Shaoyang, did you hear what I said?"

Qiao Shaoyang put the police cap on his head, without turning his head, "Don't worry, I understand."

Almost every time he went out, Fang Zhehan would remind him that he either said to come back soon, or told young and energetic people who do not know how to do things, not to cause trouble.

He did what his elder brother should do, except he didn't know how to communicate with him.

Perhaps, the ideology of the teenager is very different from that of the adults. Therefore, Captain Fang, who tolerates more than teaching, allows the teenager to be free and public.

He didn't know when Qiao Shaoyang had other thoughts.

Fang Zhehan couldn't think of a way to stop him. The indulgence he gave was purely out of concern.

Qiao Shaoyang felt very uncomfortable in his heart. For so many years, he had kept things hidden. By the time he was [-] years old, he would grow up in a blink of an eye. He would eventually be independent and free from passers-by who gave him the most care, not relatives, but relatives. It's just that I can't help but feel a little melancholy and hesitant.

This year, I will be 22 years old.

After finally growing into a youthful appearance, he must stay away from the elder brother who has given him infinite care and care all these years.

Qiao Shaoyang couldn't imagine that his life after isolation felt completely blank, and he couldn't see the road ahead clearly.

Parking the car at the intersection, he turned his head and looked around. At the intersection, he couldn't tell the difference between east, west, north and south.

The neon lights complement each other, and the colorful streamers intersect and flicker with each other. He drove to the bar and wanted to have a drink. Whether he was drunk or not was not the main thing. What he had to do now was how to be independent.

Restarted the car and drove straight all the way to Meng Ya, a bar that he frequented frequently. After getting off the car, he was familiar with the road and walked straight in.

A place where men gather, generally, without the participation of women, it is another paradise for men.

Over the years, he has hidden his personal special preferences deeply and deeply, even the so-called elder brother who cares about him has not noticed anything.

I imagined that I was frank about my sexuality and explained it to him directly. In fact, it was, Fang Zhehan, I am gay, what do you think?

On the night of his birthday, at the age of adulthood, he anxiously wanted to dedicate his first life to that person, but unfortunately, he didn't want it, he said, don't mess around, you are still young and ignorant.

He still treats him like a child, he is already eighteen years old, he is no longer young, he is considered an adult child, this is wobbly, in about two or three days, he will be 22 years old, and his 22nd birthday seems to be here.

Time flies too fast, the boy who was afraid of everything when he was a child, the person in his memory is still shivering in the corner, turning around, he has successfully graduated from the special police school.

He walked listlessly to the bar and ordered a glass of whiskey. The bartender recognized the regular customers, and he smiled and brought the wine to him and asked, "Why, are you in a bad mood again?"

Everyone has this problem, because they are in a bad mood and have nowhere to go, so they can only come to the bar to vent their anger. Since ancient times, the ancestors have known that it is better to drink away their sorrows, but the descendants are better, one after another, Hurry to get drunk and dream about death.

Qiao Shaoyang didn't speak, he thought, if he was rejected the first time, then there would be no second time.

He did whatever he wanted, drank a few big mouthfuls, and drank heartily, completely oblivious to the eyes of some people around him, like hungry wolves, waiting to prey.

The love in the bar comes and goes quickly, the suitable one has a good night's rest, and the inappropriate one turns a blind eye and passes by.

There are only two kinds of encounters and exchanges between each other, either after the show or going to bed, straightforward and direct.

He refuses every time, presumably there is still a little bit of pure thought in his heart, he wants to leave his first time to the person who really knows how to care about him, after all, that is the destination of this life.

But today, suddenly, I wanted to do something crazy.Perhaps, if a person wants to let go without reservation, he needs to go through a big turmoil in order to die heroically.

Qiao Shaoyang drank three glasses, and the kind bartender stopped delivering drinks. He said, "You are here, and you don't have any friends. If you are really drunk, who will take you back?"

He took the glass back and took care of it just now. Each glass is half a small, and the capacity is not much. If someone has a good drinker, he can still hold it.

The bartender was about to have a chat with this handsome and tall young man. At this time, a handsome strange guy came up to strike up a conversation at an inappropriate time, and he said, "It's rare to meet a drinking buddy who has such a good drink. How, do you mind, I Join in and share a drink?"

The man's approaching body was far more eager than his voice.

Magnetic voice, mature and clear.

Qiao Shaoyang felt pleasant when he heard the voice. For the first time, he looked straight at the stranger in the bar.

The man has handsome facial features, a pair of sword-shaped eyebrows, not overbearing, but more gentle, a pair of bright eyes, sly and clear in the light, under the tall and handsome bridge of the nose, lips like swords, like a smile It's not a smile, it's a bit evil.

Qiao Shaoyang looked at the man with his head tilted. The man was tall and straight. He held a wine glass in his hand. The wine in the glass was the elegant, fragrant and refreshing Martell, which was very suitable for a man's taste. With unknown emotions, but I have to admit that this man is pleasing to the eye.

Qiao Shaoyang was slightly drunk, and his impulse to act recklessly was clamoring.

It is not impossible to make mistakes, the sage warned, knowing the mistakes can be corrected, and there is nothing good about it, but if he does not do it, he will have no way of knowing whether he is wrong or right!

The smile on the bartender's face was a bit forced. He didn't have time to say anything. The two strangers facing each other looked at each other affectionately and relied on eye contact.

The man stretched out his long and slender fingers, with a casual and flirtatious movement, he pinched the chin of the young and handsome young master who provoked him slightly frivolously, and said, "Why, did you fancy the wine in my hand?"

He raised his hand to look at that handsome face, then raised his glass to his lips and took a sip.

Qiao Shaoyang reached out to the bartender, his gesture meant to ask for wine.

He is still whiskey, his movements are casual, unpretentious, straightforward, not inferior to the handsome and handsome man in front of him, he shook the wine in his hand and said, "I prefer whiskey."

Hearing the deliberate dissonance, the strange man squinted his eyes, and leaned against the bar counter, "But you have to know, you can only feel that feeling when you shake the red wine. It's the enjoyment you get from tasting mellow." Whiskey , there is no need to shake it like this, and it will be boring if you keep shaking it.

The man put his drink down, and he reached for the glass of whiskey.

Qiao Shaoyang stopped his movements, he was slightly stunned, his hand was held by a man, and he felt a surging feeling in his heart, it was the feeling of the wind blowing across the lake and the waves rippling.

A man who is handsome and extraordinary is always very popular. After all, he is pleasing to the eye and his voice is pleasant to the ear.

It's not easy for him to come to this bar once or twice. It's not easy to meet attractive people here, and men with handsome faces are even rarer!

The man was wearing a white shirt with a tight tie on his chest, a business elite?He did not lose the taste and momentum that a man should have. Compared with the countless cannon fodder passers-by that he experienced earlier, he stood out from the crowd.

Qi Shaoyang thought, in a few days, he will enter the unknown world to squat and guard, and he does not know whether it is life or death. If he is really dead, then today, if he does not do anything out of the ordinary, he will be sorry for the hardships of living these years.

He lowered his eyes, his eyelashes flickered, thinking about things secretly.

When he raised his head to meet the man's sight, the man took the red wine brought by the bartender, and said, "Try it, you will definitely like it."

Qiao Shaoyang looked at the red wine handed over, he took it, but insisted on explaining, "I don't like red wine."

The man smiled, "There are some things that need to be learned to like." Maybe, one day, I will like it so much that I can't extricate myself.

His smile became more and more sinister, and it didn't match his handsome and clean facial features.

Qiao Shaoyang stopped talking nonsense, he took a sip of wine, although he didn't like it, but now that he has taken over, he can't shrink back, this is not his style of doing things, it is his style to persevere to the end.

He drank the half glass of red wine in one gulp.

It is said that wine strengthens courage.

Later, he had to assume for this, if he refused, maybe there would be nothing later.

Perhaps, people suffer from this kind of disease, like to make excuses for themselves by citing assumptions.

The man no longer hesitated to say goodbye, he went straight to the point, "How is it, tonight, are you interested?"

His question is very frank. The word interest has been seriously distorted in their meaning.

Almost every one of them came here to find their own interests.

Mengya, Mengya, a dream, a cliff, an abyss, once a person jumps off, it will be lost forever.

Qiao Shaoyang was still hesitating, he said, "I..."

The man smiled, "You don't have to force yourself, just follow your heart."

Qiao Shaoyang looked into the man's eyes and remembered walking out of Fang Zhehan's office during the day. He promised him that he would not mess around outside.

"Why, is this question so difficult to decide?" The man was urging, but he was still thinking.

He does not deny that he has the idea of ​​going all out, and he feels that it is better to be willful and reckless than to wait hopelessly.

He thought, why don't you sacrifice yourself first, maybe you can stop thinking about it, or maybe you can find a new way out.

"it is good."

He decided to go with the man.

The man went to the garage to pick up the car. He looked at the person sitting in the passenger seat, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth. Qiao Shaoyang didn't notice it.

Qiao Shaoyang was inexplicably disturbed. After all, what is liking?Does it mean that if you let go, you can let go?

Then, meaningless persistence, when is it a head?

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