city ​​garden without flowers

At dinner, everyone sat at a long table, and the baked food was placed on the baking tray, and they took it by themselves if they wanted to eat.Drinkers sit on the left, non-drinkers sit on the right.

Dongzi got drunk, hugged Xia Yang and cried, as if he regarded Xia Yang as his first crush.

Lu Chuanhuan couldn't stand it anymore, walked over, put his arms under Xia Yang's, and lifted him away.

"Don't let him drink it, and don't let him sleep with Xia Yang today." Lu Chuanhuan said with disgust.

Xia Yang also drank some wine, his face was still a little red, when Lu Chuanhuan came over, he pretended to be drunk, and put his face sideways on Lu Chuanhuan's chest.

"I can still drink..." Xia Yang muttered.

"I'll take him to sober up." Lu Chuanhuan told everyone.

There is a small artificial lake near the camping grass, and a wooden plank road is built next to it. It is a good place for a walk in the evening.

"Okay, no one is watching and pretending to be drunk." Lu Chuanhuan loosened one hand, and spoke with his lips against Xia Yang's ear.

Xia Yang felt itchy, he laughed twice, turned around, and put his arms around Lu Chuanhuan's neck: "You can see it."

"I'm still very clear about your drinking capacity." Lu Chuanhuan said, "Take a beer can and pretend there, let Dongzi drink all the wine, whoever sits next to you will be unlucky."

Xia Yang bent his eyes and looked innocent: "I want to stay alone with you for a while."

The evening wind in the spring night was chilly, Xia Yang wanted to be beautiful and only wore a thin shirt, and now he was standing in an open place and blowing it, his skin got goosebumps, he slid his hands down and hugged Lu Chuanhuan's waist.

"Cold?" Lu Chuanhuan hugged him and rubbed his back.

"Well, a little." Xia Yang said honestly.

"Tell you to ignore my words." Lu Chuanhuan slapped Xia Yang's ass.

"Ouch." Buried in Lu Chuanhuan's arms, Xia Yang joked sullenly, "Shouldn't you take off your clothes and put them on for me now?"

"Take off the hammer." Lu Chuanhuan suppressed a smile, "I only have one. Take off your shirt?"

"It's not impossible to be a hooligan to me." Xia Yang raised his face and kissed him.

"Okay, let's go back, don't you still want to take Tongtong to see the stars?" Xia Yang licked his lips eagerly.

Lu Chuanhuan pinched the back of his head and kissed him again.

"Accompany you first."

After washing up at night, everyone went back to their tents. Dong Zijiu was mostly awake, lying flat in his sleeping bag and thinking about life.

Xia Yang came in: "What are you thinking about?"

"I'm wondering whether to pursue my first love again." Dongzi said.

Xia Yang blinked suspiciously: "Why did you say that suddenly?"

"I can't seem to forget her." Dongzi murmured.

"It's often because of regret." Xia Yang lay down and said rationally.

"Yang Yang, what does love feel like?" Dongzi turned to look at Xia Yang, "You must have more experience than me."

"In my case, I fell in love at the beginning because I was afraid of being lonely, because studying abroad is really lonely." Xia Yang said frankly, "The circle of international students is very small, but it is also difficult to find good friends. After all, everyone has different things. I have to be busy, and I have a special sexuality, when I was most confused, a senior confessed to me, and I agreed."

"First love?"

"If secret love is not counted, it is indeed first love, but we broke up after a short time. I have no feelings for him, he just wants to play." Xia Yang said, "I almost forgot his name."

Dongzi reacted slowly: "Senior?!"

Seeing him look a little funny, Xia Yang couldn't help teasing him: "Yeah, I like men. Are you afraid that you'll share the quilt with me?"

"What's the matter? We have a lot of gays in Chongqing." Dongzi pouted, "Why did you tell me that you treat me like an outsider?"

"I'm afraid it will affect our relationship." Xia Yang joked.

"You don't like me, how can it affect you." Dongzi is very serious, "I have an old classmate too, do you want to introduce it to you?"

"You can spare me." Xia Yang couldn't help laughing.

"Well, yes, you are so good-looking, my poor old classmate is not good enough for you." Dongzi said.

"Okay, let's go back to the previous topic." Xia Yang said, "But it will be different after returning to China. For me, love is life. It's a bit abstract to say that."

"I just want to live with the person I like, eat, go to the supermarket, and quarrel because the tap is left on. It's very ordinary, but I just want to be with him."

Dongzi listened carefully, and after thinking for a while, he said, "It sounds like life after marriage."

"Then I don't need the responsibility and security brought by marriage, but I feel that I can always be with him like this." Xia Yang smiled sweetly.

"Hey, Yang Yang, you can't be deceived by men." Dongzi said worriedly, "Men are all virtuous, and they are probably unreliable."

Xia Yang laughed: "That boyfriend of mine is too reliable."

"You are called a love brain. What if you are cheated of money? How old is he? What kind of job does he do? How is the family situation?" Dongzi seemed to be persuading a girl who had lost her footing.

Xia Yang told the truth: "I will be 33 after my birthday this year. I work in the marketing department of company X. I don't know the position. It's just him and his daughter at home. He is a very nice person."

The more Dongzi listened, the more frightened he became: "There is still a daughter? Isn't this a liar?"

Xia Yang couldn't bear to lie to him again, and said clearly: "Brother Lu can't do such a thing as cheating feelings."

Dongzi completely crashed, and the tent was eerily quiet.

Xia Yang coughed embarrassedly: "Sorry, I shouldn't tease you like this."

"Is Brother Lu gay?" Dongzi's expression seemed like the sky was falling.

"He's bisexual. Both men and women are fine." Xia Yang said, "But he probably didn't know it before."

"It scared me to death, it's okay." Dongzi breathed a sigh of relief.

"Is there nothing else to say?" Xia Yang was a little surprised.

"What does your relationship with Brother Lu have to do with me." Dongzi thought the question was simple, "Just don't feed me dog food too often."

Xia Yang felt in a good mood.

"And Brother Lu, he is indeed a good man, so I don't worry about it anymore." Dongzi said.

"Next time I'll drink for you." Xia Yang said sincerely.

Dongzi didn't know why, so he said a little unconvinced: "How can I be so weak!"

"You just hugged me and cried." Xia Yang stretched out his hand from the sleeping bag and gestured on his face.

Dongzi also stretched out his hand and shouted angrily, "Why are you doing this!"

The two were arguing, and footsteps came from outside the tent, it was Tongtong's voice: "Uncle Dongzi, Uncle Xia, are you asleep?"

Dongzi and Xia Yang looked at each other, Dongzi got up and poked his head out: "I haven't slept yet, what's the matter, little princess?"

Tongtong looked a little nervous, she said, "I want to invite Uncle Xia to watch the stars together."

Xia Yang got up, he was wearing pajamas, he stepped out of the tent anxiously, and stepped on the upper of his canvas shoes: "Why do you come here alone?"

"I want to come and find you by myself." Tongtong didn't look Xia Yang in the eyes, but still held his hand.

Xia Yang already knew what happened in his heart. Tongtong was too sensible to change his address after a while.

Xia Yang turned to Dongzi and said, "I'll go over there, you sleep first."

Xia Yang dragged Tongtong out, the night was already deep, the camp seemed very quiet, and the small sound of shoes stepping on the grass was made.

"Father told me that he likes you." Tongtong said directly.

Xia Yang walked slowly, he said: "Well, I like him very much too."

"Will Tongtong feel that he can't accept it?" Xia Yang stopped in his tracks. It was really cold at night, and his back felt cold.

"If I say I can't accept it, do you still like my father?" Tongtong asked him with her head raised.

Xia Yang squatted down, his right knee touched the slightly cool grass, he looked at it and said seriously: "I'm sorry, even if Tongtong said he couldn't accept it, if my father doesn't like a man, I still like Lu Chuanhuan."

Tongtong hugged her arms: "Okay, then I accept."

Xia Yang was stunned.

"Because Uncle Xia really likes my father." Tongtong smiled shallowly, and she looked at her toes with some embarrassment, "I love Dad very much, and Dad said he loves you very much, so I will also like Uncle Xia of."

"Ah, actually I liked you very much before." Tongtong pouted.

Xia Yang felt his eyes were sore, as if he was about to cry, he pressed his eyes, bit his lip: "Thank you for accepting me."

"Let's go to see the stars together, Dad is waiting for us." Tongtong took Xia Yang's hand, and she said as she walked, "I don't know about your adults, but Dad is always happy when he is with uncle. Not like mom."

Xia Yang held Tongtong's hand tightly, the night was very quiet, the street lamps elongated the shadows of the two of them, and Lu Chuanhuan stood in the distance, becoming a part of the night.

Xia Yang knew that Lu Chuanhuan must be smiling.

The distance was shortening step by step, and Lu Chuanhuan seemed unwilling to wait any longer. He took a step forward and accurately grabbed Xia Yang's hand.

"Why do you think you're walking so slowly?" Lu Chuanhuan smiled, with the kind of gentle expression Xia Yang was familiar with.

Lu Chuanhuan didn't say anything about the relationship between the two of them, everything seemed very natural, he said to Tongtong: "Now let's take Uncle Yang Yang to see the flowers."

"I found it." Tongtong said.

Lu Chuanhuan winked at Xia Yang with some complacency, and childishly took credit from Tongtong: "Dad saw it too."

Behind the woods, there is a field of tulips hidden, golden yellow, as if glowing in the night.

"Do you like it?" Lu Chuanhuan asked him.

Xia Yang suddenly felt a lot of emotion, maybe because of the flowers, maybe because of the people around him.

"Uncle Xia likes flowers the most." Tongtong was talking to Lu Chuanhuan, "That's why I said I want him to see it."

"I like it." Xia Yang laughed, and a tear trickled out, "But I like you more."

Xia Yang thought of his small apartment in Manhattan, and painstakingly raised a pot of rose flowers. When the first flower bloomed, behind him was the cold city building in New York. Every glass was wiped clean without a trace of dust. He could not find it. To share the little thing of flowering with one person.

When he returned to Chongqing, when the first flowers bloomed, he picked up a little girl at the door of his house. Lu Chuanhuan, who was not his lover at that time, hurried back with a small leaf on his suit jacket. Said with surprise:

"Xia Yang, your flowers are blooming."

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It's finished, it seems to be different from what I imagined at the beginning.

Good luck to them, and to all of you who are here.