kiss Me

"It's hard, brother, you are not calm."

The young man lowered his eyes and looked at the slender and white hand—a few minutes ago the owner of the hand was still sitting under the stage lights, and the sound of the piano was playing, which won warm applause. The meaningful hints in between fell into his eyes, dazzling almost profane.

Of course, he is not calm. If the ghost in his heart never existed, how could he run away after his gaffe three years ago? Both chose people who were extremely similar to each other.

But so what, he still doesn't understand the love that conforms to the secular logic, and he still doesn't feel touched by the romance and sweetness of the romance, and he doesn't dare to touch it——his love will eventually point to paranoia and harm, and it will be revealed if he is a little careless , he can't rely on love to commit murder.

Lin Wu is so good, so purely relying on him and liking him, he is reluctant to part with it.

After a long time, he sighed in his heart, took a step back with heavy remorse, and didn't dare to look at the embarrassment still on the other party's face, and said softly: "Sorry."

This kind of remorse is not much different from when he escaped three years ago. It is the shameful and desperate remorse of a lost dog after the collapse of his precise control.

However, what was different from three years ago was that this time Lin Wu stood in front of him, leaving enough room for him early on—the loss of control was the result of the other party's deliberate actions, and his thoughts were also expected by the other party.

"No need to apologize," the boy said with a smile in the corner of his eyes. He took a step forward, put his arms around him, and pressed his body against him, and naturally he didn't miss a place that hadn't died down. Kiss me the way you did nothing wrong."

Something seems wrong.Qin Shu frowned slightly, and was about to refute, but suddenly there was a noise in the still silent earphones, which seemed to be mixed with his name, among which Meng Qi's voice was particularly harsh, and he even broke out in a rough sentence like never before: "You fucking son of Qin Don't even lie to me!"

Qin Shu was at a loss. Hearing the same explosive exclamation from the audience not far away, he looked down at the person above him, and felt that the other person was smiling meaningfully, which was inseparable from the current situation: "What are you doing..."

"It's nothing." Lin Wu wrapped his arms around his neck, and rubbed the cuff button against him teasingly, his eyes were shining brightly, like a successful fox, "I asked my computer classmate to help me, and swiped a few bullet screens—the number is relatively large." Well, now it's my turn."

The content of the barrage can be imagined. Between caring about his own image and job responsibilities, Qin Shu hesitated for a while, and chose the latter: "...how many?"

"Ninety-nine." The instigator met his gaze without any shame, on the contrary, he was rather complacent.

The 99 bullet screens, sandwiched among the thousands of fast-scrolling messages, were actually only "overwhelming" for five or six seconds.

However, the content of the Naha screen is too shocking, just a few seconds is enough to make the atmosphere of the audience rise to the peak.

Lin Wu's friend is very good at putting the words he wants to send in the middle, with just the right blank lines up and down, so that the final effect will be that the entire screen only has those two sentences, and it will not be affected by the switching. Simple The words and sentences are still in the middle of the screen, as if even time has been frozen together.

——I have a boyfriend.

——Qin Shu, I love you.

His WeChat name was changed to his original name, in Chinese, with a clear and clear word "Lin Wu", which points to a clear point, and there is even no room for misinterpretation.

"Actually, I thought about posting something else, love poems or something," said the person who jumped into the center of public opinion, propped his chin, and sat side by side with the person who was forced to fall into the public opinion on the stairs of the underground garage, with a serious tone, "But I've written you so many love letters, and I've used almost all the words I can think of, so I'll keep it simple this time...it's not for you to read anyway. "

What is mature and restrained, what is low-key doing things, he still thinks too much after all.

Qin Shu took off the chattering earphones, put them together with the camera, and chose to suspend work without hindrance, so as not to get involved in the passion of people all over the world looking for him—the guilt was not over, and he was hit more bluntly. At this moment, he calmed down instead, and he didn't bother to think of exhaustive control and precise control.

The CPU is burned, and it is so accurate.

"Xiaowu."

He seldom addressed others without their first and last names, and Lin Wu was no exception. He suddenly called him so intimately, even the person involved was a little flattered: "What's the matter?"

"The lottery does not count repeated messages," Qin Shu said softly, "Swiping the screen will result in disqualification."

Lin Wu seemed to be taken aback for a moment, then chuckled, "Well, I'm not doing it for the lottery."

"I'm going to interview you tomorrow... If they make fun of me, I'll go out early."

It was dark, Lin Wu couldn't see his expression clearly, only knew that his profile was clear and beautiful as usual: "Brother, why did you suddenly say this..."

Who knows.

Qin Shu propped his forehead, was startled when he heard the words, shook his head almost imperceptibly, and then laughed inexplicably - a car happened to pass by, and the lights flickered, briefly illuminating his expression, that little meaning, A helpless but incomplete smile suddenly entered Lin Wu's eyes.

The morning light is faint and the moonlight is pouring, but that's all.

"Xiao Wu," he heard Qin Shu sigh softly, "Am I too used to you?"

He was terribly stunned.

The memory of Qin Shu is long and clear. It is a treasure that he cherishes in his heart. It runs through his entire childhood, adolescence and youth. It seems that from the day he can remember, the name Qin Shu has occupied most of his life. The most sublime and perfect view in his photo album.

The Qin Shu in his impression is always excellent and close to perfection, he is impeccable in dealing with people, can achieve his goals in the most gentle way, never wavers, and never makes mistakes, as if as long as he stands there, everything around him will change Then he calmed down and became his vassal.

He stands there and he is the answer.

But now the answer itself was actually shaken, so he lowered his head, smiled helplessly, and asked him a rare, almost unsolvable question.

Lin Wu is not a fool, it is one thing to act like a spoiled child in front of his elder brother, but with his own power, a person who has tossed back and forth between the two countries and has friends all over the world, how can he not understand the emotions in his words—just the same emotions, Speaking from someone else's mouth, he may be able to take it safely and give the other party a satisfactory reply, but when it comes to Qin Shu, he can only be like a domesticated fox who has been spoiled by others and then fell out of favor. , panicked.

"Brother..." The little fox's voice softened, it lost the cunning and arrogance of being favored in the past, it was pitiful, almost begging.

"It's okay." In the matter of detecting emotions, Qin Shu is always better than him. Before he could say anything to justify, he raised his hand and rubbed his hair, his tone was as gentle as usual, "I'm not angry , I just sometimes wonder if one day the situation is completely out of control, will you regret it."

Regret falling in love with such a monster with twisted love and duplicity, and regret being unkind.

This time Lin Wu was silent for a long time, so long that Qin Shu thought he was depressed and was about to say something to change the subject, so he suddenly said, "Brother, I always thought that you don't know..."

He paused, and couldn't help laughing. For the first time, he understood what it means to see the sun after a long drought, or to meet the rain after a long drought: "So you know."

Qin Shu was startled: "Know what?"

"No, it's nothing." Lin Wu shook his head, his previous confusion was swept away, and he returned to his previous confident appearance. He leaned up and snuggled into his arms, smiling contentedly, but his tone was serious: "Don't worry, I don't care. Will regret it - that day won't come, brother, I believe in you."

How can a person who is full of protective desires for him really hurt him.If Qin Shu had been an out-and-out sadist, and his deepest feelings for him had ended in hurting, he would not have chosen to leave three years ago.

It's just that he always thought that the reason why Qin Shu showed no feelings for him was because he didn't know that those dark and paranoid desires and worldly love lead to the same goal, so he didn't respond to his love, like a person who stayed out of the matter and connived at the younger generation. Good-natured brother—so he took it for granted that in order for the other party to understand this fact, he would have to lure the other party out of control again and again until the desire grew wildly and transformed into something more definite, such as a speeding heartbeat, or a lover A behavior that is between abuse and lingering.

Unexpectedly, Qin Shu not only knew, but also chose to ignore it subjectively, freezing this morbid feeling in his heart, and even he almost failed to notice it.

That's right, this person has a strong desire to control, and he always leaves room for others, but not himself, he knows it - and it's not completely untraceable, if Qin Shu really didn't feel anything for him, probably at the beginning You wouldn't choose someone so similar to him to associate with.

The young man raised his head and looked at the young man with a calm expression who was concentrating on untying the braids on his forehead. He logically guessed: If he knew this, then what about the other ordinary, warm and clichéd love? If you don’t understand, you still don’t dare to understand, for fear that you will know the taste, taste the sweetness and get deeper and deeper, and accidentally hurt the one you love...

It seems that some other strategies have to be replaced.