kiss Me

The answer to the initial question about "what to eat" was vague, but at least the words "beautiful and delicious" are not enough to really replace eating. It's just that the thoughts are still in the hidden and unmanned safe passage, so there is no way to think about other things at leisure—— In the end, the two chose a nearby pizza shop with a small family, and ordered a set meal for two to fool each other's stomachs.

While waiting for the meal, Lin Wu finally found an opportunity to replay the past 10 minutes in a clear and orderly manner, staring at the orange juice in the glass and wondering where the subtle sense of discord came from.

It's not that he can't figure it out, it's just that once the answer that he expected to spend three months or even longer in brewing is realized and clearly placed there, it makes him feel very unreal.

An indifferent cypress tree that he has been torturing for so many years and still can't make up his mind, just so naturally, spontaneously and consciously-blossom?

Chu Li, a teenager, sat there quietly, watching the pizza and pasta being served one by one, and soon covering the entire dining table, the sense of unreality in his heart became stronger and stronger, and he felt like a person who was pursuing a certain result but could not get it. Scientists, accustomed to long and hopeless repetitions of experiments, sadly doubt themselves when they suddenly obtain desirable results in one repetition.

"What are you thinking about?" Qin Shu pushed a piece of creamy mushroom soup to him, with a natural expression like an outsider, "Let's eat, didn't you just say you wanted to go to the exhibition?"

Lin Wu subconsciously shook her head, opened the meal bag to dip in the thick white soup, and didn't know how to eat it, so she asked vaguely while chewing, "Brother, why did you suddenly...kiss me?"

Qin Shu is always strict with himself, and rarely mentions things that he is not fully sure of, not to mention that the answer is related to a historical issue between them, and he doesn't think he should boast too much when there is little progress at the moment , gave the child unrealistic hopes, but still did not answer directly, and used Lin Wu's previous words to fool him: "We are adults, we must leave enough room for each other."

The young man was slightly startled, as if he was surprised by his cheating words, but the moment of astonishment dissipated quickly, replaced by a smile with unknown meaning—the little fox tilted his head with his chin propped up, and looked straight at him with the corners of his eyes bent. It seemed that just this one action was enough for him to let go of his entangled problems and return to his previous state.

"Well, that's right." The tone was [-]% obedient, but the meaning in the words was not pure, "Then I will also - make persistent efforts."

The content of the ceramics exhibition is mainly Qing Dynasty pastel porcelain, which is very suitable for Lin Wu’s taste. The exhibition hall is quiet. When two people walk and stroll, they have to lower their voices and bite their ears when they talk—there are not many people. Some of them were parents who brought their children to broaden their horizons on weekends. Lin Wu asked him softly half-jokingly, brother, do you count as bringing children.

But there is probably no child who is as engrossed as he is. He stays in front of an exhibit for more than ten minutes without reading the text introduction. His eyes stay quietly on a certain porcelain vase or jar itself, so focused that he seems to be able to pass through it. For hundreds of years, I have seen many stories behind the exhibits and communicated with them silently.

Qin Shu didn't quite understand this kind of focus, and couldn't see any way to do it, so he stood aside to accompany him, looking down at his well-cut short hair, thinking that it would be better for him to stay like this, and with fifteen It's the same when I was six years old, the only difference is that the curly hair was born naturally at that time, but now it has artificial elements.

It took Lin Wu a long time to come back to his senses, and he dragged him to look at the next piece, which was close to his ear within a few steps, and told him softly that he heard porcelain talking, and that the piece just now was more Noisy, the background sound is the silk string singing of the court.

Qin Shu patted his head, smoothed out a strand of curled hair, and remembered that when he was thirteen or fourteen years old, school required extracurricular learning, and he took Lin Wu to the art gallery during the summer vacation. People who don't understand aesthetics have already made up their rewriting experience based on the text introduction, but the child is still immersed in the joy of admiring the exhibits. He took a deep breath when he walked out of the gate, and shared with him what he saw just now and what kind of story behind which painting. The story, "painting can speak".

The exhibition hall is not big, and two hours is enough for them to go back and forth. In the rest of the time, Lin Wu chose the latter between "going up to see other areas of the museum" and "experience making porcelain by himself". Joining in the fun with a group of children at the low table, listening to the staff explain the steps and key points of "playing with mud", watching with chin propped up.

Qin Shu consciously waited in the area accompanied by his parents, and was accosted by a father in a suit and leather shoes next door, and asked him in surprise if he had a child at a young age, and he still looked like a college student.

Lin Wu heard it from a distance, and looked at him with a smile from a group of children, remembering that when he walked out of the barber shop, he met that young apprentice whom he knew very well. They left for a while before a faint voice of admonition came, "Aren't you short-hearted, they are obviously lovers"...

He seems to particularly like this kind of vague misunderstanding, and he can't tell the reason, but he just finds it very interesting. It seems that others may not know their relationship, but they all understand that the two people have a deep relationship and are unique to each other.

Qin Shu shook his head, as if he said something, but he couldn't hear it clearly because he was too far away, and could vaguely make out a few words from his mouth, like saying "I'm here with a friend", or something else—then he Silently thinking, Qin Shu probably wouldn't use such a distant term to refer to their relationship, maybe he was talking about "boyfriend".

The experienced works cannot be taken away. After being fired, they will be kept in the museum and collected as another unique exhibit.After all, he is an adult who has studied art for many years, and his aesthetics and hands-on ability are much better than those of the children at the same table. He still has time left after finishing the ordinary cups, so he pinches a little fox head with the remaining materials , to show to Qin Shu who came over according to his words.

"It's all on my face," Qin Shu bent down helplessly, and wiped the mud stains on his cheeks at some point, and glanced at the still eye-catching red mark next to his earlobe, and said calmly Moved it away, transferred it to the lump of mud in his hand, and said seriously, "Well, it's very cute."

In the end, when it was close to closing, the sky was still bright when we walked out the gate, but the night market street across the road was already lit up. The little fox saw the signboard of "Tro Ball Burning Immortal Grass" from a distance, and came suddenly I am interested, saying that I don’t want to have dinner anymore, and I want to experience the feeling of eating while shopping on the snack street.

Naturally, Qin Shu would not refuse, so he followed his will and crossed the road.

For Lin Wu, the night market street surrounded by shops is fresh everywhere, and he has to stop almost every two steps. He is attracted by the snacks like a child. Looking at the candied haws bought in the previous store, a small round piece was pushed up on the side of the cheek, and it rolled slightly with the chewing movement.

"Do you want to eat?" Qin Shu was like a doting parent, holding two or three snacks and a cup of burnt jelly in his hand. The surrounding broadcasts were too noisy, so he bent down and approached him and asked.

Lin Wu shook his head: "I'll buy it later when I'm done eating...Brother, try this."

So a strawberry covered in rock sugar was delivered to his mouth, with the luster of amber texture flowing, and it tasted the same as that in the other party's mouth.Qin Shu lowered his eyes and bit down, a strange thought flashed in his heart - he thought that according to Lin Wu's character, he would choose to feed him mouth to mouth like Du Tang last time.

In the next second, he came back to his senses, and was stung by the thought of crossing the line again, thinking that he was probably dazed by the smooth experiment—he obviously didn't have the position to think about these things yet.

Even though their hearts were shaken, and some possibilities were glimpsed in that strange sense of satisfaction, the best solution for their relationship was still to "break up peacefully" after three months and return to the normal relationship of brothers next door.

However, another voice sounded from the bottom of his heart, slowly questioning him in a calm tone that seemed familiar to him, waiting until three months, no, when the eighty days are over, he will really let it go willingly, and make his heart yearn for what he likes Is man free again, with anyone else?

"Brother? Why are you in a daze..." Lin Wu waved his hand in front of him, calling him back to reality.

Qin Shu shook his head, frowned at the residual sweet taste of strawberries in his mouth, and quickly regained his composure, smiled at him in relief, and said softly: "It's nothing, I remember that there is still a homework that I haven't finished, and I can do it tomorrow—" — Do you want milk tea, I’ll go buy it.”

The street market, which is only a few hundred meters long, seems to be able to accommodate snacks from all over the country. The sweet and salty aromas are mixed and mixed among the shops, blending into a kind of near-substantial smoke and fire. The warm light in front of the shops fills the air The pervasive fine dust illuminated and fell on the shoulders of the crowd as if plating a layer of overflowing gold on the bustling scene. The two of them walked forward slowly with the crowd, without purpose or in a hurry. Taste a bit of leisure.

As if afraid that his own children would be swept away by the crowd, Qin Shu carried a few steaming plastic bags in his hand, but he still freed up one hand to hold Lin Wu securely, and was manipulated by the cheap and good-looking people into Interlocking gesture.

"Looks like a real couple..." Lin Wu murmured as he looked at the hands they held.

Qin Shu didn't hear clearly, so he turned his head and said, "Huh?"

What are they thinking, they are not acting now—Lin Wu shook his head in his heart, smiling, and said nonchalantly, "It's just that I suddenly feel that this is very good, just like when I was a child, I would pass by this way on the way home from school." A snack shop, but at that time you were only willing to let me eat a little, for fear that if I accidentally ate enough, I would not be able to eat at night..."

"How long ago did it happen, why do I still remember it now?" Qin Shu handed him a bunch of cold oden, and said with a smile, "You were so good when you were young, why do you care about it when you grow up?"

The little fox pouted, and ate the boiled fish balls with his hands. The cat’s tongue couldn’t bear the heat, and it took small mouthfuls to bite slowly——finally finished eating a bunch, and just about to say something, saw a fishball in the corner of the vision Something flashed by, and suddenly slowed down.

"Brother, look over there..."

In the direction he pointed, there was an unlit shop, which was embedded near the end of the snack street, and it looked a bit abrupt in the lively and bright colors-it was a shop, but it was more like a simple building made of two containers. There is a blue-painted metal staircase, which does not look like a purely temporary structure. One side of the container serving as the "second floor" has been transformed into a window, and neon strings of lights are hung outside the window, but it is dark inside.

"I want to go up and have a look." Lin Wu walked up the stairs, stopped for a while on the small platform at the corner, and then lowered his head and raised his voice happily, "The door is unlocked, bro, why don't you come up with me?" .”

The environment inside the container is as sloppy as it looks on the outside, the ground is covered with thin dust, it seems that no one has set foot in it for a long time, but there is a set of abrupt tables and chairs beside the glass, and two beer bottles stand on the low table. When it fell down, a few cigarette butts were scattered on the ground beside the table, like some meaningful artwork with unique scenery.

Lin Wu took a few photos with great interest, then dragged him to the glass, looked at the bustling night market not far away through the water stains and dust, and said, "It's like a secret base. Dimensional space and the like, once you walk in, you will be cut off from the outside world, and you won’t feel the passage of time..."

But the crowd below is bustling as usual, passing through the not very spacious streets, in twos and threes or alone, like a picture pieced together by many lenses, framed by the corners of the glass windows, chaotic and orderly.

Lin Wu watched silently for a while, then suddenly asked softly, "Brother, do you usually look at others like this?"

Through a layer of dusty glass, I watched the fireworks in the world condescendingly, observed people coming and going, but never participated in it. "

Qin Shu seemed to be taken aback for a moment, not sure if what he meant was what he thought, it was a judgment after seeing through his nature - it seemed that it could be substituted into it, but it was too absurd, Lin Wu shouldn't have peeked at it. So far.

Realizing that he had talked too much, the little fox shook his head, leaned up to kiss him like a fool, and explained as if to make amends: "What I mean is, brother, you never seem to like to join in the fun. If you don't accompany me, you always Quietly watching from the side..."

Qin Shu calmly breathed a sigh of relief, looked down at the crowd passing a few meters down, and said calmly, "It's enough to have you alone."

His bones are cold, but they are softly outlined by the changing warm light. The blue-purple of the neon light just falls between his eyebrows and eyes. The light passing through the lens is blocked by the eyelashes, and it is cast into the eyes like tiny artificial stars. , showing a kind of good looks that is close to illusion.

It attracted the young man unconsciously, and his eyes slid over every inch of his outline obsessively, from the brow bone to the eyelashes to the bridge of the nose, and finally stayed on the lips——the distance between the two has been shortened to the breath intertwined , he tasted the faint sweetness on the young man's lips, and remembered that it was the glutinous rice cake that Qin Shu bought for him not long ago, which tasted like sweet-scented osmanthus.

He seemed to be bewitched by the faint sweet fragrance, so he couldn't help sticking out the tip of his tongue to taste it. Unexpectedly, this time Qin Shu didn't stop him gently like before, or perfunctory with a conniving attitude, letting this The kiss turned into a playful play like a child pretending to be a housewife, and even let go of this temptation that crossed the line, like a really emotional boyfriend, took the kiss naturally, and responded to him tenderly.

As a result, the lingering kisses gave birth to a bit of intimacy and romance like an affair. Lin Wu was slightly startled, as if flattered and at a loss for a moment, as if thinking of something, he became bold again and immersed himself in this surprisingly gentle kiss.

When Qin Shu noticed that the child's breathing began to tremble, Qin Shu still couldn't restrain himself. He bit the other's soft lower lip like last night, and gradually increased the intensity like a frog boiled in warm water.

As a result, the faint smell of rust diffuses quietly, mixed with the remaining sweetness of sweet-scented osmanthus and glutinous rice, blending a strange sense of inversion, which makes people unable to distinguish the boundary between sweetness and danger.

The young man's hands on his shoulders tightened subconsciously, trembling faintly, but he still raised his head to accept his soft bullying, knowing the taste by taste, showing clean and clear trust.

It wasn't until the frog in the warm water couldn't take it any longer, clinging limply to his body and whimpering, that Qin Shu stopped in a good temper, lowered his eyelashes, and completely concealed the gloom that flashed past his eyes.

His self-control seems to be better than he imagined, perhaps because he has learned from the past—or success or failure experience.

Lin Wu buried her hot face into his collar, and after a while, she asked him abruptly if she would be seen.

The end of the sentence was raised slightly, like a cat wagging its tail only to get cheap, no, a fox.

Qin Shu knew how to treat him, and asked back gently: "Don't you like it?"

——It seems that kissing someone like this is nothing more than pampering the other person's wishes, giving and taking whatever they want, without any selfishness.

But this is not the case, and everyone knows it well.Lin Wu recalled the scene of deja vu at noon, and silently recited the "adults should leave space for each other" three or five times silently, before finally swallowing the curiosity to find out the truth, and rubbing against Qin Shu's warm Side neck, close your eyes and tell the truth.

"Of course I like it."