kiss Me

It was completely dark when Qin Shu took two subway trains and walked for more than ten minutes, and arrived at the entrance of the bar mentioned in the chat records.

The young man in a light-colored shirt pushed open the door and walked into a lively scene of intertwined lights and shadows. He looked a little out of place, like a piece of jade mixed in a pile of glazed colored stones for no reason. His gentle and calm eyes lit up, making people suspect that he must have gone wrong, maybe it is more suitable to set up a quiet room to cook tea and read.

The person he was looking for was sitting in the shadows in the remote part of the bar, looking past the noisy crowd, steadfastly sticking to him, thinking with some annoyance, it seems that the meeting place should not be set here, his brother is too hurt Welcome - just a few steps from the door, people with ulterior motives have already been entangled with wine glasses.

He watched Qin Shu fend off the wine that was handed to his mouth, with a polite smile on the corner of his mouth, and walked inward through the crowd, as if looking for something, his eyes turned around, and finally fell on him far away , that little smile suddenly sank, and she walked towards him with a bad expression.

Lin Wu tilted his head and sank into the soft sofa, looking so drunk that he could pretend he was real. He looked blankly at a certain place in the air, until the other party came close, and then he became aware of the focus, and slowly moved to the person's face.

A few roommates who had been used as "tools" by him before went to KTV all night, and left him here alone to complete the self-directed and self-acted dramas-the right time, place and people, and he also made some special preparations to meet the other party , For example, deliberately ripping off a few buttons to expose the skin and collarbone under the collar of the shirt, and using a little force when pulling, so that the scene looks more in line with "disheveled clothes", as if it was torn apart by others.

Qin Shu really noticed it, and his unhappy complexion became more and more serious. The corners of his eyes under the glasses narrowed slightly, and he bent over to button him. The movements were slow and careful, but he was intentionally or unintentionally hidden in the corner. Don't let others see.

He didn't say anything from the beginning to the end, he didn't question or criticize as before, his expression of concern was calm and restrained, so calm that it was almost cruel, and he didn't touch Lin with the back of his hand until he buttoned up the three clothes thoroughly. With red and hot cheeks, he said softly: "Go back."

The surroundings were too noisy, and his clear and light words flowed so naturally that he couldn't even hear clearly—the young man vaguely discerned what he said from the shape of his mouth, pretended to be confused, and raised his head as if he was really drunk. Hand, hooked his neck, forcing him to bend down even lower, then leaned close to his ear, and said vaguely: "I can't hear clearly——"

The breath was wrapped in the smell of alcohol, it was wet and hot, and it made his ears itch.

The glasses were knocked crooked by him, Qin Shu helplessly raised his hand to straighten it up, leaning on the armrest of the sofa to maintain balance, while stroking his back like a child, raising his voice: "Go back first, it's noisy here."

I don't know if the person hanging on him understood or not—he waited for a few seconds, but he couldn't wait for an answer. He turned his head and glanced suspiciously, only to find that the eyes of the other party were very red, and Mo Lan's eyes were blindfolded. A layer of fog, wet, like a tidal sea.

"Brother...I feel bad," the young man lowered his eyelashes, and the mist condensed into precarious drops of water, which stuck to the eyelashes, a little pitiful, and the words he spoke were also pitiful, intermittent and hoarse, "I want to vomit, Head hurts……"

After being rubbed so pitifully by him, the bit of displeasure in his heart subsided, leaving only helpless distress—he always knew that Lin Wu liked to play around, and it was common for him to go out with a group of friends at night. There are some things, but you always know how to measure it. It’s the first time to drink like this, so it’s inevitable to speculate reasonably about what’s not. I wonder if the child’s drinking like this is because of love, and whether it’s because of him.

Qin Shu frowned with some self-blame, stroked his messy blond hair, and before he could speak, his eyes darkened in the next second, and his lips were blocked by something soft.

Lin Wu grabbed his collar and kissed him in a daze. The taste of cider overflowed from his lips. It was hot, bitter and sweet at the same time.

The person who was attacked didn't react much. He seemed to be used to these overly intimate tricks. He lowered his head cooperatively so that he didn't have to raise his neck so hard. A pool of ancient and deep moonlight.

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Wu finally let go of his hand, and fell back on the sofa, as if completely drunk.

Qin Shu straightened up, touched his forehead, and made sure that his hot body temperature was returning to normal, then bent down to pick him up calmly, and walked towards the side door of the bar.

The person in his arms was so drunk that it was obviously unrealistic to take the subway back the same way.Qin Shu found a nearby bench, put the person down safely, and then thought about the first question that came to mind when he saw the other party—this was the easier of the two questions. He spent ten seconds looking up the route, and he was sure that it would be okay to take a taxi. I was able to rush back to school before the gate control, and took another ten seconds to get a taxi, and the problem was solved.

Another question was more obscure, about Lin Wu's disheveled collar.

The young man lowered his gaze, looked at the collar that had been buttoned up, and frowned slightly, as if he was thinking about some complicated professional subject—in his memory, Lin Wu loved to play and make friends, and he was either surrounded by people or entangled spontaneously. He was a little concerned about other unfamiliar people who became friends again after clinging to them. He felt that having too many wine and meat friends was not a good thing, and he was afraid that his pure, kind and lovely child would be spoiled by others.

Later, it was discovered that Lin Wu was the one who led others into trouble. He seemed to be having a good time, but in fact he knew it well. He would never cross an invisible boundary, let alone find a boyfriend or girlfriend.

The other party's world is like a garden, the flowers on the periphery are blooming brightly, but there is always a spot in the center that is not touched by flowers and branches, as if deliberately reserved for someone, but he still can't figure out who it is, and even once thought it was The pure land left by the other party for the pursuit of aesthetics.

Until the answer was revealed one day a few years ago, Lin Wu told him that it was reserved for him.

Is it because the child has grown up, stepped into the world of adults, and started to play some outrageous things, and doesn't mind being ripped off by someone? Or is it that he is no longer obsessed with keeping that pure land, and let the flowers on the outside go? Crazy growth crosses the line, leaving traces...

Qin Shu let out a breath, not a sigh, but more like a sigh of relief - that's fine, it's better than hanging from his tree, maybe one day when he meets a more suitable person, Lin Wu will Think about it.

After all, he is a child who wants to be friends with a good-looking person, and prefers to be hugged by a beautiful aunt when he was a child.

It's just that as an elder brother, I still have to find an opportunity to preach a few words, reminding him that not everyone is worthy of tearing his clothes, and that it is immoral and unseemly to drink, and he should be more serious about his relationship, not too careless.

Suppressing the silent and maddening jealousy in his heart, the young man lowered his eyelashes, thinking about it.