Bad kind

There is only the rustling sound of flipping through the photos in the room. The over-plastic photos have no scratches, and they look like new. I don’t know if the owner cherishes them too much, or because they have never looked them up.

But the box in which the photos were kept was clean.

Chen Yao had never seen Yi Zelin share these photos with him.On the contrary, he didn't know these things existed, because Yi Zelin was not at home today, and when he was cleaning up by himself to prepare for the New Year, he dug them out from a corner of the closet.

My partner is a professional photographer, but he has never taken a picture of himself.

The people above look a lot like him.

But not him.

Or maybe it's because he looks like the other party.

It was as if looking back inadvertently, and found that someone was secretly taking pictures of herself. The typical drooping eyes were filled with bewilderment and astonishment, exuding an innocent and pure atmosphere, like a delicate flower that people want to care for.

The mirror is close at hand, if he turns his head, he can see the eyes that resemble each other.

He flipped through one after another, and the small box contained photos about that person, as well as Yi Zelin's past memories.

When Yi Zelin went out in the morning, they were still like a pair of loving couples, hugging and kissing each other before going out.

Perhaps going back to the memory of the previous day, the mutual friends between them are still feeling how wonderful the fate is, and love at first sight can be so beautiful, and they stay together until now.

He was glad that he had a gentle companion, Yi Zelin hugged his waist and kissed his cheek with a smile.

All the intimacy is like a joke at this moment; even the bright smile of the protagonist in the photo seems to be mocking his sweet dreams of the past few years.

The mobile phone placed next to his leg vibrated suddenly, and the word "Zelin" appeared on the lit screen.

Without hesitation, Chen Yao connected the phone.

"Zelin?" He was still holding the corner of the photo, and when he answered the phone, his tone was raised. Even though he knew that the person on the other end of the phone could not see it, his innocent and clear eyes were full of tenderness: "Today's work is done." Did you? Why did you call me?"

"I have a social event today, so I probably won't be able to get home until later."

The voice on the other end was low, with a little smile and doting: "I have to report to you."

There was someone beside Yi Zelin, and when he heard what he said, he started coaxing all of a sudden. What you said to me was nothing more than saying that they were old couples who had been together for so long. It's simply disgusting.

Chen Yao didn't think so.

When the voice was deep and hoarse, it was like a hook, hooked to his heart and he couldn't let go.

"Can you turn on the camera?" He paused and said softly, "I miss you."

The booing sounds continued, Yi Zelin was a little astonished, but he still obeyed him, turned on the camera, took a picture of the surroundings, and finally took a picture of himself, and said in a helpless tone: "I promise, I keep myself clean, and I'm with the opposite sex. Keep your distance."

The little assistant who usually followed Yi Zelin poked his head out and said with a smile: "Brother Yao, don't worry, I will definitely help you look after Brother Lin, and keep the little fairies outside from getting any closer!"

When they met for the first time, Yi Zelin still had a student look on his body, but now he has dyed his hair back to black, wearing a shirt and suit pants, with his cuffs rolled up to reveal his slender and strong arms, which also has a mature taste.

Compared to that time, Chen Yao likes Yi Zelin now more.

Step by step, it becomes what he likes.

"Don't worry now." Yi Zelin's smile was like that of a brother next door, gentle and friendly.At the beginning, he was also moved by such a smile: "Don't wait for me tonight, I may come back later."

"what are you doing?"

When the other party asked, Chen Yao raised his phone subconsciously, letting the camera closely follow his face: "I'm thinking of you."

When he smiled, his eyes curled up, bright as if hiding a starry sky, just like the person in the photo.

You see how much I look like.

When I say this sentence, are you thinking about him saying this sentence to you?

After hearing his words, Yi Zelin restrained the smile on the corner of his mouth, pretended to be calm, and when he leaned into the receiver, his voice was distorted, but it was more like the voice in his mind.

"I miss you too."

No need to read any more, as long as there is this sentence is enough.

After receiving a satisfactory answer, Chen Yao hung up the phone contentedly.Appreciating the photos in his hands, Yi Zelin sent a message after a while.

[Shy? ]

[No! ]

Chen Yao stuffed the photo back into the box, covered it and stuffed it back to its original position in the closet, pretending that nothing happened.

When taking a nap at night, Chen Yao heard voices from the entrance through the door.

Very light, as if afraid of disturbing someone.

After a while, the door of the room opened, and the bed next to him was slightly sunken, followed by a smell of alcohol, which was neither weak nor smoky.

Chen Yao turned over, and the person pulling the quilt paused: "Haven't slept yet?"

"Falling asleep." His sticky voice was a little drowsy, and it sounded like that, and the people around him would never have thought that he was sitting by the window sill, watching if his car came back .

In the endlessly dark room, he sat curled up alone.

"Did you drink a lot today? Is it uncomfortable?"

He didn't say a word about the photos, and cared softly about the other party.He put his hands on Yi Zelin's waist, put his face on his crotch, and said softly: "Do you want me to get up and cook you a bowl of hangover soup?"

His ankle gently rubbed against Yi Zelin's ankle. In the darkness, Chen Yaoyang's smile was too bright and weird.

"No."

Yi Zelin grabbed his hand, turned over and got into bed: "I've been thinking about you since I went out today."

The feeling of alcohol flowed between the two of them. Even without drinking, Chen Yao felt that he was already getting slightly drunk; he held Yi Zelin's neck, propped his body against the other's lips, and appealed for the tenderness between his lips and teeth. Caress about the extraordinarily mundane:

"I miss you too."

The fire quickly spread between the two people.

Probably because of the alcohol, Yi Zelin was more excited tonight than before. The slight tingling sensation on his lips stimulated his whole body, mobilizing all senses.

Chen Yao not only likes Yi Zelin's skin, but also his strength on the bed. He fits him better than anyone else.

But tonight, he always felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, and he didn't know if it was because the other party used him as a stand-in.

Maybe he should be angry.

Yi Zelin is a perfect and caring partner, who keeps a distance from the opposite sex, always follows her eyes, takes care of herself, and can speak nice words.There is no problem other than not loving yourself.

But not loving yourself is not a big problem.

He is not a double standard person.

"Are you angry because I came back late today?"

The auricles became hot, cold and hot alternately, turned into water mist and stuck to his skin, which was uncomfortable.

All thoughts were turned upside down at this moment, and the other party's facial features were blurred with sweat.Yi Zelin's rare enthusiasm made him a little overwhelmed, and the hazy eyebrows overlapped with the person in his memory.

Surprisingly, Chen Yao didn't think about the deep memories, instead those photos kept reappearing.

As if aware of his distraction, Yi Zelin asked, "Why are you always distracted today?"

"What are you thinking? Huh?"

The long and deep kiss successfully diverted Yi Zelin's mind, the original ups and downs calmed down, Chen Yao lost interest and didn't want to move.

"Are you going to take a shower?"

"I am a bit tired."

"Then go to bed first, I'll take care of it."

Yi Zelin under the bed has always been obedient to him, with an unreasonably good temper, and doesn't need him to do anything. All his friends in the past said that he found a housekeeper who could go to him.

It's just that Chen Yao, who lost his interest, yawned. He was too lazy to move, and wanted to pretend to be sleepy to fool Yi Zelin, but the other party was so comfortable serving him, and he began to fall asleep after a while.

Feeling the temperature of the towel passing back and forth on his body, and the sound of breathing close at hand, Chen Yao dazedly pressed his face against the close temperature:

"Do you love me?"

"Love."

Because he was too sleepy, Chen Yao couldn't tell who was in front of him.

Probably Yi Zelin.

I never dared to ask such a question in front of that person.

But this answer is false.

He didn't care, and fell into his own dream.

He dreams of finding a perfect double.