Are you in love, my white moonlight

Zhang Ji was stunned.

Although the man in front of him had a smile on his face, the smile was very faint, full of distance, and the indescribable possessiveness was concealed under the smile.

The whole person appears sharp, chilling, menacing, and extremely aggressive.

Zhang Jitong's gaze stayed on Yongjipu's fingers on Yuandeng's waist for a moment, then quickly moved away, and said, "No need...we are friends."

Yongjipu raised his eyebrows: "You better be."

Yongjipu has an impression of Yuandeng, his roommate.When he went to school to look for Yuandeng, he always saw this roommate surrounded by Yuandeng.

It is said that there are three things in this world that cannot be concealed, cough, poverty, and love.

He was very impressed with this roommate, because he looked at Yuan Deng with eyes that he had seen elsewhere.

—on himself.

Their eyes are equally forbearing, depressed, and gloomy. They look as calm as water, but there is a monstrous emotion underneath.

He has experienced this kind of depression for so many years, and he is really too familiar with it. He is so familiar with it that he can be sure that this person likes Yuan Deng with just one glance.

This kind of liking is not expressed in words, but quietly spreads under the lamp, without seeing the light, touching it will kill you.

Exactly the same as before.

When Yongjipu was still about to say something, the yuan lantern lying on his chest moved, and he put his hand on the back of Yongjipu's.

Yuan Deng's hand was a little cold, and the cool feeling traveled from the back of the hand to the fingertips.

Yongjipu lowered his head, and was about to ask him if he was feeling better, when he felt Yuandeng undoing his fingers that were clasped around his waist one by one.

"What's the matter?" Yong Jipu was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously grabbed Yuan Deng's hand.

But Yuan Deng's fingertips were like a flexible fish, avoiding him backwards.Then, he quietly broke away from Yongjipu's arms, raised his head and looked at the man who was embracing him just now.

Although his face was still flushed with drunkenness, his eyes were much clearer. He smiled, and the smile was beautiful, and the wet eyes were full of colorful light, which attracted many people around him to look sideways at him. .His lips were stained with wine, and when he laughed, he trembled like a rose in the morning spreading its dew-covered petals.

Yuan Deng stood on tiptoe, raised his hand and adjusted Yongjipu's collar slowly, and breathed out the smell of alcohol and whispered in Yongjipu's ear.

"Why are you?"

His voice was very low, but his tone was full of sarcasm and disdain, so thick that it could drip out.

Yongjipu slightly opened his eyes wide, full of disbelief and astonishment.He even forgot his movements, and seemed to be nailed in place by the arrow of his heart, turning into a silent statue.

After Yuandeng finished speaking with a smile, Shi Shiran took a step back, sat down in the original position, distanced himself from Yongjipu, turned his head and drank with others, without even looking at him .

Zhang Jitong looked at Yuandeng, then at Yongjipu, and just about to speak, he put a hand on his shoulder lightly.

He looked back, Zhuo Mingjun who did not know when he came was standing behind him, shook his head, raised his index finger and put it on his lips, motioning for him to keep silent.

Zhang Jitong opened his mouth, and seeing Yuan Deng's cold face in a blink of an eye, he closed his mouth knowingly.

The four of them formed a rectangle with different complexions. It seemed that an invisible and intangible field was spreading between them, restraining and balancing each other. The smell of gunpowder was extremely strong. It seemed that the short-lived peace was about to fall apart in the next second. , the variables are triggered at the touch of a button.

Seeing the sudden appearance of their immediate boss and the elusive situation, other colleagues put down their wine glasses hesitantly and looked at each other in blank dismay.

This... what's going on?

The songs in the bar cut from intense rock music to sad love songs at some point, and the unknown male singer hummed in a low voice, with an ambiguous and soft tone of unknown meaning.

The see-saw is still going on, and among the four people, only Yuan Deng seems to be the most comfortable.

He poured himself a glass of wine, swirled the glass and drank it down, and called Zhang Jitong, Zhuo Mingjun, and other colleagues around him to get drunk together.

Zhang Jitong glanced at the man standing aside, but did not move his finger on the wine glass.

He persuaded Yuandeng in a low voice: "If you have something to say, you should talk about it."

Yuan Deng blinked, looking ignorant and unknown: "I have nothing to say to him."

Hearing this sentence, the eyes of the tall and handsome man in front of him seemed to be a little red, and he stretched out his hand to hold Yuan Deng's arm.

His fingertips barely touched the other's wrist.

But in the next second, his hand was mercilessly thrown off by Yuan Deng, and he was slammed against the hardwood beside him.

His skin was fair, and after being knocked, he immediately turned red.

Yuan Deng casually glanced at his reddened arm. After staying for a moment, he sneered and turned to drink by himself.

"Little lamp..." he pleaded.

Yuan Deng seemed to have never heard of it, but his chest heaved violently a few times.He stood up, turned his head and raised his glass to the others: "I'm sorry, I'm drunk today. In order to avoid losing my composure, I have to take a step first. I will punish myself for this drink, and I will settle the bill. You guys do well Drink and have fun."

Everyone has been burned by this unclear situation for a long time, and when they heard what Yuan Deng said, they also raised their glasses to join Yuan Deng, telling him to go back and rest quickly since he was drunk.

Yuan Deng nodded, thanked everyone for their kindness, raised his head and prepared to drink a full glass of brandy,

Yongjipu wanted to reach out and hold down his wine glass.

Yuan Deng glanced at him coldly, his eyes were as cold as a knife.

Yongjipu's hands froze in mid-air.

After drinking a glass of brandy, Yuan Deng turned over the glass to let everyone know that they had finished drinking it all.

Zhuo Mingjun looked at him, hesitant to speak, and finally asked: "Are you driving? After drinking so much, should I call you a driver?"

Yuan Deng shook his head, obediently said that his car was stored in the garage under the company, and said that there was no need to bother, he could take a taxi back by himself.

Zhuo Mingjun nodded, secretly glanced at his friend who was left aside, and sighed secretly.

After greeting the others, Yuan Deng picked up his things, turned around and walked out.

Like the silk thread of a puppet, when Yuan Deng moved, Yongjipu followed behind him and chased him out.

When Zhang Jitong saw Yongjipu, he wanted to reach out and grab Yuandeng, but he was thrown away by the other party without looking back.

In this situation, even a blind man would understand that something went wrong between them.

Zhang Jitong looked at Zhuo Mingjun who was sitting on the side, and asked hesitantly, "Is there something wrong with them?"

Zhuo Mingjun pressed his wine glass, and after a moment of silence, he said, "No, it's just a misunderstanding." After speaking, he raised his eyes to look at Zhang Jitong, "Don't think about it, even if something happened to them, you won't have a chance."

He spoke vaguely, but Zhang Jitong immediately understood what he meant.

He was saying that even if the relationship between Yuandeng and Yongjipu broke down, with Yuandeng's personality, it was impossible for him and Yuandeng to be together.

At the same time, they told him that even if Yuan Deng really became single, he, Zhuo Mingjun, would not give him the chance to pursue Yuan Deng.

Zhang Jitong understood the meaning of his words and thought it was absurd. He shook his head, sneered, and said, "What do you know?"

……

On the street, turning around the bar street full of feasting lights, all the noises were pulled away, and the world suddenly became quiet.

The bright moonlight and the dim light mixed together, like the color of brandy, flowing on the ground.

A person was walking forward on the deserted street, his shadow was stretched long by the street lamps.

A pair of polished leather shoes stepped on the man's shadow, and he stretched out his hand and grabbed him suddenly: "Little lamp!!"

Yuan Deng was staggered by him and almost fell into the opponent's arms.

"What are you doing!" Yuan Deng propped one hand on the wall next to him to stabilize his figure.

"you can not……"

Yongjipu looked at him, as if he was holding back something, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and then he said again: "Your roommate, he, he likes you."

His usual low and deep, melodious voice like a double bass has completely changed its tone, hoarse, rough, with imperceptible vibrato.

Yuan Deng raised his eyebrows, as if he was a little surprised that he chased him so far just to say this to him.He hugged his arm leisurely, and asked a question with a half-smile.

"so what?"

"So, his motive for being kind to you may not be pure, you—" Yongjipu looked at Yuan Deng's expression, and lowered his voice again, "Can you not look at him. Such a friend is really..."

Yuan Deng seemed to have heard extremely funny words, he laughed: "Why do you?"

Why are you?

This is the second time this sentence has appeared tonight.

Every time it appears... it seems to remind him that there is a big conflict between them, and Xiaodeng wants to divorce him.

Yongjipu gritted his teeth and stood under the streetlight with his head bowed, his expression gloomy.

Seeing that he was silent, Yuan Deng's suppressed anger suddenly burned up, together with the brandy he drank tonight, the tears he shed, his depression, inferiority, and grievances, all turned into dry, mountainous The fuel of rage, burst open.

"I said, Yongjipu, why do you care about me?! Why do you care about my friends?"

"What? My friend likes me and makes you uncomfortable? But there is nothing between us! Instead, you told me that you and him are friends. What kind of friend? A friend who loves the other to death ? Want me to count the things you've done?"

"First, you can remember that he likes to drink Americano coffee. Even your uncle and your assistant remember his preferences."

"Second, you are full of him in your circle of friends! And I am very few in your circle of friends. Even if I appear, I am still a younger brother. Isn't it absurd?"

"And thirdly, for him, you have abandoned me time and time again..."

Under the light, Yuan Deng's eye circles were red, and he wiped his eyes with his cuff fiercely, trying to wipe away the evidence of his fragility.

After the sharp sourness at the tip of his nose passed, he gritted his teeth and continued to speak: "You just proposed to me, and you turned around to pick him up. When you were on honeymoon with me, you were half-hearted and your eyes were glued to you. It's on the phone. You told me that something happened because of work, I believed it, I actually believed it!"

"Yes, yes, I can understand, and I understand that work is important. So I said, let's go back to China. After returning to China, as soon as the plane landed, you ran to the company non-stop. Now that you think about it, you really went to the company Are you afraid you went to your good friend? I was at home and waited for you for five days before you came back. But when you came back, your clothes smelled of someone else's perfume. "

Yongjipu shook his body uncontrollably as if he couldn't bear it anymore.

He opened his mouth, and just about to say something, he was stopped by Yuan Deng: "Don't talk, I don't want to listen."

"What are you going to say now? Say you didn't, say you weren't like this, say let me hear you explain? But what are you going to explain? Facts speak louder than words, you did go to your good friend. You are in the hospital Did you receive a call from me when you were in bed? I asked where you were, and you told me that you were in the company, do you still remember? You don’t know, the moment you answered, I was separated from you by a block The wall...at this distance, I just watched you lie, and when you came back at night, you still smelled of the other party's perfume."

"What do you mean? Yongjipu, what do you mean?! Even if you want to humiliate me, you shouldn't use this method of destroying people's self-esteem and belief, right? Tell me frankly, am I a rubbish? Is it worthy of being treated well, or did I do something wrong before that made you despise me so much?"

"It's because I'm stupid, isn't it... I'm so stupid that I asked about your relationship with him over and over again, and I was deceived by you over and over again. I rushed into marriage with passion, and found that you still have a white moonlight in your heart, but I, but It is acting as a cover, a stumbling block to witness your great love!"

The more Yuan Deng talked, the more anxious he became, and he raised his fist and threw it at the side of Yongjipu's face!

Yong Jipu pursed his lips and looked at him, his eyes were as dim as stagnant water, with red circles around his eyes, facing Yuan Deng's fist, he did not evade at all.

The strong wind passed by, then dissipated, Yuan Deng's fist finally stopped a few inches from his face.

Yuan Deng's chest rose and fell, panting heavily, he closed his eyes severely, clenched his fists, and turned to smash against the wall next to him.

After the loud noise, dust fell on the wall, like tears gushing down.

The whole street returned to silence, only the occasional choking sound.

"...You make me feel funny, pathetic, and mean. Even at this moment, I can't bear to punch you."

The two were relatively silent, and the silence was spreading.

After a long time, Yuan Deng raised his hand, straightened Yongjipu's collar, and even smiled at him calmly.

He stared at Yongjipu's red eyes, smiled, the corners of his mouth were trembling, and he spoke word by word.

"You have won. I wish you well."

In the night when there is no one around, the words of Yuan Deng are blown away in the evening wind like uncontrollable dandelions.

After an unknown amount of time, Yongjipu, who was standing still on the spot, finally moved. Like a broken bow, he slowly squatted down, curled up his shoulders, and hugged his body tightly.

A fallen leaf drifted down from mid-air and landed in the trash can, where someone threw a handful of dried roses obliquely.

When Yongjipu saw the bunch of dry roses, he stretched out his hand and touched the rose petals with his trembling fingers. The next moment, the dry petals floated down and piled up at his feet.

Like a dry, abandoned love.

He stretched out his hand to gather the pile of petals, but found it was all in vain.

A large, round tear fell on the rose petal.

Yongjipu fell to his knees, and finally couldn't hold back the choking in his throat.

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感谢在2022-02-0701:37:20~2022-02-0903:25:40期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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