Are you in love, my white moonlight

Yuan Deng took a step back.The eyelashes drooped, covering the haze under the eyes.

The perfume smell on his body was very light at first, but after a while, the layer of skin was torn off enthusiastically, revealing the rich, agitating and extremely aggressive aroma of middle and bottom notes.

It's like taking an oath of sovereignty.

Yuan Deng let go of his hand, frowned and stepped back a few steps.

"You smell like someone else's perfume."

The lover doesn't come home for a few days, and when he comes home, he smells of someone else's perfume.Really... outrageous fucking opened the door for outrageous, outrageous got home.

Yuan Deng's hand was tightly gripped on the doorknob.

"Whose?"

Yongjipu raised his hand, sniffed his sleeve, then lifted his collar to confirm.

"Have it?"

"Yes." Yuan Deng's face turned cold.

"Maybe my friend accidentally spilled it on me. We worked overtime together. Yesterday he didn't have time to wash up, so he sprayed some perfume on his body, saying that it would cover it up. After I finished, I rushed back."

Yongjipu didn't seem to notice the strangeness of Yuandeng, he loosened his tie, stepped forward to hug Yuandeng, buried him in his neck, and said indistinctly: "...Finally home."

His voice sounded tired.

Yuan Deng paused when he was about to struggle, and let him hold him. After a while, he tilted his head and signaled him to enter the door.

After returning home, Yongjipu went to wash up immediately.And Yuan Deng went into the kitchen and prepared some food for him to fill his stomach.

I just moved and haven't found a suitable cook yet.I can only make do with it by myself.

Yuan Deng cut some meat, beat an egg, and made a bowl of hot noodles.When I took it out, the bowl was still tilted, and the hot soup dripped into the palm of my hand, which was painful.

After a while, a blister was set on fire.

Yuan Deng hissed and shook his hands, just about to call Yong Jipu when he saw him leaning against the bed, already soundly asleep.

The ends of his hair were still stained with wet water, and his eyes were black and blue.

Yuan Deng's call stuck in his throat.

How long has this been going on?

Yuan Deng helped him tuck in the quilt and sat beside him for a while.When I went out later, the bowl of noodles had already cooled down.

Laying in a clear noodle soup, the noodles look appetizing with diced meat and scallions floating on the surface.

It just doesn't smell hot anymore.

This is the first bowl of noodles he made entirely by himself.

Yuan Deng lowered his eyes and put the bowl of noodles away first.

When I woke up the next day, my side was empty.There was a note by the bed.

[Honey, I'm off to work.There is breakfast on the table, remember to eat it. 】

gone again.

He is very busy.

Home seems to be a harbor where he temporarily anchors.Come back when you are sleepy, and leave when fully charged.

What is he up to?

Yuan Deng went to the city center and passed the Yong's Building. He squinted his eyes and looked up.At the very top of this skyscraper sits his brother, his lover, a tireless workaholic.

"Little lamp? Why are you here?"

A voice appeared in front of him.

A man in a suit and leather shoes stood not far in front of him, his eyes were bloodshot.Next to him stood a few people holding brown cardboard boxes full of sundries, who looked like his subordinates.

These people all have shaggy beards, which are far from the high-spiritedness he showed at the wedding.Especially Yong Hejie, who was deflated like an inflated balloon, letting go of all his chic and self-satisfaction, and completely shriveled up.

"Oh, Second Uncle." Yuan Deng greeted him, "It's nothing, I'm just passing by."

Yong Hejie smiled and took out a cigarette from the cigarette case: "I think so too. Yong Jipu is not in the company now. If you want to come to him, you must not choose this time."

"Isn't he in the company?" Yuan Deng was stunned for a moment and asked.

"He's not here." Yong Hejie lit up the lighter with a cigarette in his mouth, put his hands on the fire to light the cigarette, and raised his eyes to look at Yuan Deng.

He took a deep breath, the cigarette butt lit up, and it also showed a bit of bright red in the daytime, burning to the bottom of Yong Hejie's eyes.

He flicked off the cigarette ash, and said to Yuan Deng meaningfully.

"You do not know?"

"He has a very close relationship with him in Renxin Hospital now—good, friend, friend."

Renxin Hospital.

The hospital is always overcrowded, and pale lights illuminate the interior settings.Patients and family members in blue-striped hospital gowns came and went, looking extremely busy.

There is an elevator in the hospital, and there is a long queue of people crowded at the elevator entrance, waiting for the elevator to come down.Yuan Deng waited at the end of the line, tiptoeing impatiently.

He looked around, but couldn't see the front row of the team.

Tsk, this team is really long enough.

Yuan Deng turned around and ran towards the stairs. He moved quickly, striding up the steps.

Yong and Jie said that the person lived on the quietest floor, the VIP ward.It is said that Yongjipu hired him.

And the number of the room is quite unique.

It's room 521.

The sign of the fifth floor appeared in his field of vision, and he looked at the sign.According to the guide, facing the gradually increasing house number, I found room 521.

This floor is very quiet.The sound of heels hitting the floor was too noisy.

Yuan Deng walked in a hurry just now, and his mood was impatient, but the closer he got to the house number, the slower his steps became.

The burning mood calmed down strangely, and in the silence, a little bit of timidity arose again.

He took a deep breath and walked forward slowly.

The clumps of cowardice were like invading vines tightening his heart a little bit.

His footsteps stopped outside 521, the door was ajar, and through the gap he saw a man sitting on the side of the hospital bed with his back facing him, his back straight, his eyes stayed on the bed, where lay a thin man A man with closed eyes and lips as dry as a withered rose.

——The man's face is very familiar to him, very similar to the face he sees in the mirror every morning.

The man sitting next to his sick bed, he is also familiar with, is his newlywed lover.

Yuan Deng's footsteps were nailed in place.

He wondered how long he stood there,

Maybe just for a moment, maybe a long time.

He saw many touching pictures.

He saw Yongjipu tuck him in the quilt.

The man woke up halfway, and Yongjipu put the back of his hand on his forehead, moving very lightly.

I also saw Yongjipu peeling an apple considerately for that person, and the long peel spiraled down, like his feeling of spiraling down.

He actually didn't want to stand there to be tortured, but he felt like his whole body was poured in place by cement.

After exhausting all his energy, Yuan Deng slowly retreated to a deserted corner of the stairwell.

He took out his mobile phone and dialed Yongjipu's number with trembling fingers.

The phone rang three times and was connected.

"Hello? Lamp?"

Familiar voice, familiar tone.

Yuan Deng pinched the palm of his hand, there was a small blister that was burnt last night, and the pinching of his nails brought a slight pain.

Pain helps to clear one's mind.

Yuan Deng heard himself asking Yongjipu in his usual tone: "Brother, where are you?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, and he replied, "I'm at the company now."

"Then when will you be back?"

Yongjipu hesitated, his voice sounded a bit embarrassed: "Today...the company has a lot of things to do, it may take a little later."

He warned again: "If I come back late, you go to bed first. Don't wait for me. "

"……it is good."

Yuan Deng lowered his eyes, exerted all his strength on his hand, and accidentally pinched the blister on his palm.

It hurts.

Fluid flowed from the blisters like tears of sorrow.

He wiped off the liquid with a tissue, and moved his lips: "Brother, are you really in the company? I want to find you."

The other end of the phone didn't speak, and after a while, Yuan Deng heard Yong Jipu say to him in a slow voice: "You come to the company, I don't have time to accompany you... Xiaodeng wait for me at home."

"good."

Yongjipu slowed down his tone, as if coaxing him.

Yuan Deng's eyelashes trembled, and the moisture infected his drooping eyelashes, and he bit his lip hard.

Yongjipu didn't hear Yuandeng agree to him, so he called him a few words on the phone.

"Little lamp? Little lamp? Why don't you speak?"

Yuan Deng blocked his shoulders, squatted on the stairs, gritted his teeth, and squeezed out the word "good" in his throat.

The phone was picked up.

In the empty stairwell, a low whimper broke the silence and stirred up the dust.Sunlight slanted in from the tall windows and fell on the man squatting on the stairs.

He bowed his head, his shoulders heaving.

"Tick."

There was a puddle of water on the floor in front of him, shining brightly.

In the evening, Yongjipu returned very late.

Yuan Deng slept on his side on the half of the bed that belonged to him, pretending to be asleep.

The room was dim, and he turned off the lights on purpose, because his eyes were a little swollen, and he didn't want Yongjipu to see his strangeness.

After Yongjipu came back, seeing that he was sleeping soundly, he reached out and touched his cheek lightly.

He smelled the perfume he had smelled not long ago again.

Yuan Deng clenched his back molars.

I don't know how long it took, the mattress beside him sank slightly, and a refreshing water vapor accompanied by the familiar light cologne smell enveloped him.A soft, moist object brushed across his forehead, passed his eyelids, the tip of his nose, and landed on the corner of his mouth.

"Good night, baby."

Yongjipu hugged him from behind and said softly.

I don't know when, the cold moonlight diffused into the room, and the sound of light and regular breathing sounded behind him.

Yuan Deng opened his eyes, his eyes were clear, and there was no sleepiness in his eyes.

He observed for a while, then lightly removed Yongjipu's arm that was on his belly, and under the bright and bright moonlight, reached for Yongjipu's cell phone.

He knew the password of Yongjipu's mobile phone, which has been the string of numbers for 1 years.

After unlocking it, he held his breath and clicked directly into Yongjipu's WeChat circle of friends.

What catches the eye is the dynamics of the dense circle of friends, most of which are accompanied by pictures. In the picture, there is a tall and thin man with exquisite eyebrows and red lips, as beautiful as a rose in the mouth of a vampire.

Yuan Deng's fingers paused.

He took a deep breath, continued to swipe the screen, and found that Yongjipu's circle of friends was all about that man, his photos, their daily life...

The timeline here is before he returns home.

Each dynamic is set to be visible in groups.

Yuan Deng used his mobile phone to check Yongjipu's circle of friends. There was nothing there, cleaner than a homeless man's wallet.He clasped his hands, his nails sinking into his palms, and the blister burst during the day, revealing the tender inner part of the scar.

He remembered the name he had glimpsed on the night of the honeymoon——Xian Musheng, which was at the top of the news list.Yuan Deng finds it in the chat interface and clicks into the chat interface.

Xian Musheng: [Be careful on the road, pay attention to safety, remember to tell me when you get home. ]

Yongjipu: [I'm here, you go to bed early.Bring you your favorite Americano tomorrow. ]

Xian Musheng gave him a cute cat head.

They looked... very close.

And he was like an outsider who took someone else's place.

Yuan Deng thought of their similar faces...

A ridiculous and frustrating guess floated in his mind.

He, Yuan Deng, has been going smoothly since he was a child, and he can get what he wants, and the people who chase him can line up from here to France.

And he actually acted as someone else's substitute in his relationship?

Yuan Deng sat there blankly, seeing in the mirror of the room, he was as embarrassed as a prodigal dog, humbler than the mosquito blood on the wall and the sticky rice on the side of the bowl.

During the day, the words of Yong and Jie are reproduced like a movie scene.

[Xiao Deng, man, he spends as much time as he wants.Second uncle reminded you, at the wedding, do you still remember?I know you don't believe it.But the second uncle also watched you grow up, and didn't want you to be kept in the dark and become a tool for my good nephew. ]

[…That wasn't my nephew's friend at all, it was his serious ex, I knew they were high profile at the time.He married you because he had other considerations, and the one he loves the most is his ex. ]

Yong and Jie laughed, dropped their eyelids to their feet, and crushed the cigarette butt with their toes.

[If you don’t believe me, go to Ward 521 of Ren’ai Hospital now.Also, don't forget to check out his WeChat.There will be something unexpected in it.Xiaodeng, as an uncle, I really can't bear you to jump into the fire pit, but I can't say more, so I can only remind you here. ]

At that moment, Yuan Deng looked down at his crushed cigarette butts, thinking that he was telling a joke that didn't make sense.

But in the end, the clown was himself.

He remembered the words Yongjipu gave him.

"A friend."

"Pick up an old friend."

"We're really just friends."

It is a friend who can remember each other's subtle preferences, a friend who lives in the circle of friends and thinks about it day and night, a friend who will fly back for him during the honeymoon, and a friend who can abandon him again and again, and even deceive himself Friends of the legal partner.

What a sincere friend!

friend……

It's all fucking bullshit! !

Yuan Deng clenched his fists, chewed on these two words, and twitched the corners of his mouth in self-deprecating manner.Under the body, a heart that was as hot as magma cooled down, fell to the bottom of the valley, was submerged in silence and disintegrated, and was devoured to be riddled with holes.

He touched the corners of his eyes with his hands, felt the swollen eyelids, and the dry corners of the eyes—maybe he cried for too long in the afternoon, and now he couldn't squeeze a single tear out.

He settled down and picked up his mobile phone to collect evidence.

The wind came in through the window, as if passing straight through the cracks in the bones.

To be honest, he didn't feel any pain at all, he just felt that it was very windy tonight.

He is a little cold.

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Really just friends! ! !