Are you in love, my white moonlight

night.

in the bar.

The lights were dazzling and blurred, and the colorful paper soaked by the lights flew around, and a few pieces floated leisurely on a dark head.

"Tsk."

Yuan Deng reached out to remove the paper on top of his head, and knit his delicate eyebrows together.

Today is his adult birthday.

His roommate Zhang Jitong said that he wanted to let him see the world, and then brought him here - a bar that is said to be very famous.

The overhead lights flicked on and then dimmed, and the drunken man staggered past him, almost hitting him.The man turned his head, his face flushed, and he apologized inarticulately.

Yuan Deng avoided it for a while, shook his head and said, "It's okay."

But his fingers kept tapping the table impatiently.

Zhang Jitong noticed his uneasy expression and leaned over to ask him what's wrong.

Yuan Deng shook his head to indicate that he was fine, and took a sip of the wine. The spicy wine slid down his throat and scalded all the way down, as if trying to burn the depression in his stomach.

He let out a breath and said, "I'm going to the bathroom."

Zhang Jitong raised his eyes, and happened to see Yuan Deng's side face illuminated by interlaced light and dark lights. The outline was neat and smooth, and his lips were extra moist because of the wine... He turned his eyes away quietly, but his heart beat suddenly jump fast.

"Let's go." Yuan Deng put on his coat, lowered his head and buttoned it up, and the collar covered half of his delicate collarbone, as if to seal his secret thoughts.

"okay."

Zhang Jitong watched the slender young man get up and walk through the crowd without stopping—in such a chaotic environment, the Yuan Lantern was still the most dazzling one, like high-end jewelry mixed into a pile of glass beads.He watched Yuan Deng's figure disappear around the corner, and lowered his head to take a sip of bitter wine.

This bar is very big, and the sound gets quieter as you move away from the booth.After Yuan Deng finished solving the problem, he washed his hands slowly, and looked up at himself in the mirror.

flushed.

His wet hands touched his forehead and cheeks, which were hot.

Yuan Deng shook his dizzy head and walked towards the door, but when he thought of the noisy environment in the bar, he felt dizzy even more.

Before taking two steps, he noticed heavy breathing coming from the bathroom cubicle.Yuan Deng glanced at the cubicle, and was about to go around and leave, but the door of the cubicle was suddenly pulled open, and a figure rushed out from inside in embarrassment.

Yuan Deng looked at the rapidly approaching figure in horror, and wanted to avoid it with a wrong step, but was half a beat too late. The other party grabbed the corner of his clothes like grabbing a life-saving straw, and smashed them to the ground with him, making a "bang" sound. !” There was a loud noise.

Well, it hurts.

The pain ran all the way from the shoulder and back, leaving a burning pain. Yuan Deng was raised finely since he was a child, and even a little pain could make him jump his feet. This time it really hurt his scalp. Resting on the hollow of his shoulder, sticking to him hot all over.

No matter how good self-cultivation is, Yuan Deng pushed the man on top of him angrily: "Get up—" Before he finished speaking, there was a wet touch on the side of his face and the corner of his mouth, with a heavy smell of alcohol.

"Grass!" Yuan Deng's chaotic brain suddenly woke up, and he punched him, "Crazy you!"

After the man was thrown away by him, he sat up and leaned against the wall without saying a word, his movements were slow, his head was drooping, as if he was extremely heavy.

Yuan Deng was dizzy with anger, and while wiping the side of his face and the corners of his lips desperately, he cursed crazily, wishing he could go up and punch him twice: "I'm really unlucky today, and I became a backrest when I went to the toilet! You're done for you, I won't give you any color, look, you don't know what you will do in the future￥%#￥%...#"

I don't know if it was Yuan Deng's curse that woke up the silent man. He moved a bit, and the light and shadow cast from the roof exposed his handsome appearance in front of Yuan Deng, and a sickly blush appeared in his cold white complexion. , There is a very bright and very small red mole on the eyelid.

The scolding in the bathroom was suddenly cut off.

Yuan Deng blinked very slowly, and said in disbelief, "...brother?"

The man raised his eyes with difficulty, his thick eyelashes concealed boundless lust, he stretched out his hand to touch the yuan lamp, his voice was hoarse.

--"help me."

Yuan Deng was startled.

The person in front of him was very familiar, he lived next door, the elder brother of a family friend - Yongjipu.

It is also the person he has had a crush on for many years.

The two grew up together since childhood. Yuan Deng liked to cling to his elder brother since he was a child. When there is any unexpected situation, he often thinks of his elder brother immediately, not his parents who are busy like spinning tops.Yongjipu is also used to him, remembers all his little hobbies, tolerates all his picky faults, is simply a 24-year-old brother.

The relationship between the two of them has always been very good, they are inseparable from each other, just like a pair of conjoined twins.This situation continued until Yongjipu High School, when he suddenly decided to go abroad in advance, and then hurriedly left his homeland and embarked on the road of studying in other countries.

After his brother left, there was a big space in Yuandeng's life.Every night, he would count on his fingers how many days until his brother returned home.However, every time my brother returned to China, he was buried in piles of documents, and he had no time to care about other things.

Yuan Deng always happily pushed open the door of his brother's room, and then always sat on the side sadly and quietly, playing with his gadgets, and accompanied his brother to read volume after volume of boring academic journals.

At this moment, the time spent together seems to be compressed into a short memory.He didn't dare to think about the exact moment when his feelings for his brother quietly deteriorated.

From simply looking up and admiring, it has become a sour admiration.

This person seems to be within reach, always tempting to move forward, but Yuan Deng knows that he only looks close at hand, but in fact he is the moon hanging in the sky, the carrot hanging in front of his eyes.

One step forward, one step further, may be the abyss...

But at this moment, looking at the face that he had admired for a long time, all the sounds seemed to be pulled away in an instant, and only this sentence was left reverberating in his ears, knocking him dumbfounded like a wave.The admiration for countless times of wandering in front of the window to admire the moon, and the bitterness of tossing and turning because the bright moon is too far away, seem to be condensed into a stimulant injected into his blood vessels at this moment, making his heart beat faster, gradually like a drum.

Like a thirsty person who has been walking in the desert for a long time, Yuan Deng licked his lips, tremblingly holding the hand that Yongjipu extended.

The street lights along the way were dim, the footsteps were swaying and full of meaning, the fingertips staggered and left tremors like electric shocks, all of which were merged into the rare moonlight on his bedside, turning into a series of wetness and heat, just like entering the summer wetlands.

In the grotesque miasma, Yuan Deng seemed to see the blossoming branches.He leaned over, exposing his fragile neck like a sacrifice, willing to be dragged into the boundless darkness and drowned.

The long night is driven away by the sun.

Yuandeng, who was awakened by the biological clock, stretched out his hand to his side in a daze, and the cold touch made him wake up for a moment - he opened his eyes and saw that there were wrinkles on the mattress, but the person who should have been lying here did not know where it was .

Yuan Deng slowly withdrew his hand, lowered his eyes in frustration, just about to sit up, but fell back in pain.

The room is dark, the curtains are half-closed, leaving only a gap to allow the sunlight from outside to penetrate into the room - as long as the owner of the room wants to, he can pull the heavy curtains at any time to completely shut out this small section of sunlight outside.

Suddenly, the door of the room opened with a "click".

"Are you awake?" Yongjipu walked in, sat on the side of the bed, and asked him in a low voice.

Yuan Deng's depressed mood just now suddenly recovered, and said: "Wake up."

Yongjipu hummed, and stopped talking. The room was dimly lit, and Yuan Deng couldn't see the other party's face and expression clearly.

The atmosphere seemed to freeze.

Yuan Deng's shoulders slumped, but a hand suddenly reached out, and the back of the hand was pressed against his forehead, also covering his sight.After a while, the deep and pleasant voice seemed to be relieved, and said, "Fortunately, I don't have a fever."

? ? ? ?

! ! ! !

Yuan Deng's face burned instantly, trying to shrink down - he now has the urge to pull the quilt over his head.

But Yongjipu seemed to see through his plan, and grabbed him: "Since you're awake, let's get up and have some breakfast."

This sentence...Yuan Deng was stunned for a moment, and Yongjipu's tone now was exactly the same as when he was a child when he was pulling him to do his homework: "Since you are here, come over and write your homework."

"Oh." Yuan Deng was dragged up by him, followed slowly and walked out, looked at his tall back and thought: After so many years, it seems that some things have not changed.

The outside is different from the inside of the room, it is very spacious and bright.I didn't have time to take a closer look last night, and only now did I realize that the house is simply decorated, black and white, with cold lines, so clean that it seems unpopular.

"Are you alone?" Yuan Deng glanced, then turned to ask Yongjipu, but suddenly found that Yongjipu's face was red and swollen, and there were several long scratches on the side of his neck.

"Hey! What's wrong with your face and neck? Why are they swollen?" He reached out to touch it, but Yongjipu turned his head away.

"I just want to take a look." Yuan Deng withdrew his hand.

"It's not a big deal." Yongjipu pointed him to the location of the bathroom and urged him to wash up.

Humph.

Yuan Deng stood sullenly in front of the sink, only to see in the mirror that he had already changed into a bathrobe, the neckline was slightly open, and bruises appeared on his bare skin. Thinking of Yongjipu's reaction earlier, he was so angry Tighten the bathrobe, slander Yongjipu—a ruthless man.

When he washed up and went out, Yongjipu disappeared again.

The house is huge, and he slammed into it like a headless chicken: "Brother Yong?"

"He's making breakfast in the kitchen."

who? !

Yuan Deng looked for the sound, and there was a handsome uncle with a livid face sitting in the living room beside him, and beside him was a dignified woman with reddish eye circles.

Yuan Deng pulled his collar tighter in silence, half accidental half guilty, and said: "Uncle Yong? Aunt Xiaoxue? You, why are you here?"

"Come and see me." Yongjipu came over and stood behind him, "Go and have breakfast first."

Yuan Deng turned his head and saw the red and swollen side of Yongjipu's face again, and he could vaguely see the outline of his palm. He looked at Uncle Yong and Aunt Yong in the living room, then at Yongjipu, and said hesitantly: "Then you ..."

"Xiao Deng, you go to have breakfast first, we have something to say to your brother."

Yuan Deng hesitated: "But——"

Yongjipu patted him on the shoulder and said, "It's all right, let's go."

Yuan Deng moved out step by step and turned his head three times, wanting to keep these big words written on his face.

Finally, Yongjipu called out to stop him.

Yuan Deng looked back expectantly.

"The soy milk is sold out today, and I didn't get any." Yongjipu looked up at him, seeming a little distressed, "It's not particularly rich for breakfast, so you can make do with it today."

"Oh." It turned out that he was not asked to come back, but Yuan Deng felt a little light again for a moment - he liked to eat all kinds of breakfast since he was a child, and he only liked to drink soy milk.Unexpectedly, Brother Yong has been abroad for so many years, and he still remembers it when he comes back.

And it was not as rich as he said earlier...

Yuan Deng struggled to swallow the buns in his mouth, looked at the breakfast on the table, and thought silently.

"Little lamp, is it delicious?" A gentle female voice rang in his ears, and Mother Yong stood in front of him, looking at him tenderly and lovingly.

Surprised, Yuan Deng quickly put down the chopsticks in his hand, stood up helplessly, the chair legs rubbed against the ground and made a loud noise: "Aunt Xiaoxue."

Yong's mother pulled him to sit down: "Don't panic, let's eat first."

Yuan Deng looked at her face, raised his chopsticks anxiously, put them down again, and said cautiously, "Where's brother?"

Mother Yong: "He's still talking about things with your uncle, so I'll come over to see you first. Xiao Deng, is this enough? Can you get enough?"

Yuan Deng hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, I have almost eaten. Aunt Xiaoxue, have you eaten?"

Mother Yong: "Eat it, eat it before you come."

Then, she didn't speak any more, just stretched out her hand to stroke the top of Yuan Deng's hair, and smiled, but there were tears in the corners of her eyes.

The dining room froze.

Yuan Deng lowered his head and stared at his toes.

Uncle and the others must know, they must be very disappointed.

Covering the side of his neck with his hands, he kept rubbing the small piece of skin, trying to wipe away the bruises from last night.

After an unknown amount of time, there seemed to be a sigh floating in the dining room.

Yuan Deng's hand was held down by Yong's mother, and he looked up to see her still gentle gaze: "A few days ago, your brother should have visited your home when he came back from country X, but there were too many things to do, so he didn't have time."

"Just now, your uncle and I discussed that it is better to hit the sun than to choose a date, and I will send you home later, just in time for everyone to sit down and chat..."

She paused, then continued: "Talk about your matter."

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In the next chapter, see the parents discussing the marriage~

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