single sickness

A Buddhist young man does not need a "good sister".

At Xiang Mo's age, he has become picky about making friends. Compared with the material level, he pays more attention to the spiritual level.If the other party cannot enrich his spiritual world and rely on him to unilaterally output his views, then he will not be interested in making friends at all.

He doesn't like shopping, watching movies alone, drinking and meat friends are meaningless to him.

So when Ye Xing wanted to add Xiang Mo's WeChat before leaving, Xiang Mo was too lazy to give it, so he simply asked Du Chi to push his business card to Ye Xing.

Judging from the fact that there was still no friend application after an hour, Du Chi should have not pushed his WeChat.

I have to admit that this "tacit understanding" made Xiang Mo feel very comfortable.

Although sometimes Du Chi's words are not very nice, but generally speaking, he is a very measured person.

Xiang Mo gave him the decision to add WeChat, and he could immediately see that Xiang Mo was tactfully refusing.From this point at least, it can be shown that Du Chi's thinking is on the same line as Xiang Mo's, and this is really rare among people who are not so familiar.

Every Sunday evening, there is always a kind of ennui floating in the city, trying to resist the arrival of the new week.

The hard-working office workers have to start working for five consecutive days. For Xiang Mo, there are fewer students coming to the studio on weekdays, which is more relaxing than weekends, so he enjoys it very much on Sunday night.

Taking the painting tools to the balcony on the third floor, it was just when the sun was setting and the scenery was just right.

Looking from a distance, below the eye level are the balconies with a strong sense of life, and at the end of the balconies are high-rise buildings, symbolizing the hustle and bustle of the city.

The modern city and the old block, the vitality of development and the precipitation of history, the eye level seems to divide the picture in two, forming two opposing worlds.

A huge red sun hangs behind the high-rise buildings, and the orange sunset glows across the eye level and shines on the two worlds, blending the whole picture into one.

Xiang Mo picked up the brush, dipped in the watercolor paint, and drew a stroke on the pure white paper.

After a while, the top of the drawing paper was filled with orange, and at this moment, lazy footsteps sounded behind him.

"Do you still paint watercolors?"

Pulling flip flops, Du Chijin came to the lounge chair next to the easel and sat down, holding a can of beer in his hand.

He looked at the beautiful sunset in front of him, then at Xiang Mo who was drawing the beautiful scenery, and asked, "Aren't you drawing sketches?"

"Painting." Xiang Mo lowered his head and washed the paint in the bucket, "This scenery is more suitable for watercolor painting."

"Indeed." Du Chi brought the beer can to his mouth.

There was silence between the two, only the sound of brushes brushing, and the sound of Du Chi drinking beer with his head raised.

Appreciating the sunset with the breeze does not require much verbal communication, but the two of them were quiet for a while, and suddenly there was a quarrel between husband and wife next door, all of which were trivial things in life.

Perhaps because he didn't want to continue listening, Du Chi suddenly said, "Teacher Xiang."

"Huh?" Xiang Mo was also hoping for other voices to distract him.

"Do you think lovers or friends are more important?"

Unexpectedly, Du Chi opened his mouth on a topic of feelings, he paused for a while, and replied without thinking: "Friend."

"I agree." Du Chi said, "Friends can last forever, but lovers can't."

Unlike Ye Xing when he talked about emotional topics, he didn't unilaterally export to Mo, Du Chi was also exporting his views, so at least the chat wouldn't be boring.

And coincidentally, Xiang Mo also had the same opinion.

"You want to say," Xiang Mo put down his paintbrush, looked at Du Chi and said, "You reject Ye Xing because you are afraid that you won't even be a friend in the end."

After rolling the sheets, the relationship between the two will change to some extent, but as long as the window paper is not pierced, the friendship relationship can still be maintained.

Du Chi smiled softly, and raised the beer can towards Mo: "You understand me."

After he finished speaking, he raised his head and drank the liquid in the beer can in one gulp, his protruding Adam's apple rose and fell as he swallowed.

Withdrawing his gaze from the ups and downs of his Adam's apple, Xiang Mo changed his color again and began to draw the lines of the building: "It seems that you don't want to lose this friend."

"I'm just afraid of trouble." Du Chi put the empty beer can on the casual table, probably thinking that Xiang Mo could have a conversation, so he simply opened up the conversation, "I don't understand, why do you have to fall in love?"

These words almost reached Xiang Mo's heart.

It's rare to meet a confidant, he blurted out: "I don't understand either. Isn't it good to spend time on yourself?"

"Yes, there are obviously so many interesting things to do."

"Anyway, we have to break up in the end, so why waste time and feelings in vain."

The two chatted about their views on love in a flat manner, as if they were old friends who have known each other for many years.

Xiang Mo never talked about this with others, even if he was so familiar with Meng Yun, Meng Yun didn't know that he was a bachelor.

Perhaps it was because Du Chi, like him, believed that freedom was more valuable than love, so he unknowingly let go of his guard and let Du Chi enter his spiritual world.

But the consequence of carelessness was that Du Chi suddenly looked at him and asked inexplicably, "No, Teacher Xiang, don't you have a boyfriend?"

It's rare to get excited when chatting, and suddenly a basin of cold water is poured.

It was only then that Xiang Mo remembered that Du Chi had heard the "movement" between him and Tan Song, and knew that he had a man.A normal person would not think that it was his bed partner, but subconsciously think that it was his boyfriend.

Before he could figure out how to answer, a smile suddenly appeared in Du Chi's eyes, and he joked, "Or have you suppressed your nature recently and stopped calling the bed?"

What does it mean to suppress one's own nature? ?

Xiang Mo was a little annoyed, and Du Chi said amusedly, "I told you, I don't mind."

"Can you stop using the word 'calling the bed'?" Xiang Mo took a deep breath, suppressing his annoyance, "I obviously didn't call."

"Really?" Du Chi's tone suddenly became very light. The orange sunset turned his eyes into a clear light brown, but Xiang Mo couldn't see clearly.

"What should that be?" Du Chi lazily looked directly at Xiang Mo, and the light in his eyes became inexplicably ambiguous, "Wheezing? Or moaning?"

Xiang Mo's heart skipped a beat, he suddenly understood why Du Chi had such a desperate expression, because he was recalling the voice he heard that night.

——The sound made by Xiang Mo when he climaxed.

"You..." As soon as he opened his mouth, his throat felt a little dry, Xiang Mo lowered his head irritably, and cleaned the paintbrush in the bucket. The stirred water was like his heart was turbulent at the moment, "My boyfriend is very busy, We rarely see each other."

I really didn't know how to answer the conversation, so I simply changed the subject lamely.

As soon as the words came out, even Xiang Mo himself felt baffled, how could he use Tan Song as a shield?

However, what he didn't expect was that something even more inexplicable happened. He actually heard Tan Song's voice.

"Ink."

Xiang Mo turned his head in surprise, only to see Tan Song standing at the balcony door.

Tan Song knew the password of the courtyard door downstairs, and Xiang Mo was not surprised that he could come in directly.He must have searched around the first and second floors, but couldn't find Xiang Mo, so he came to the balcony on the third floor.

But this is not the point.

Xiang Mo frowned and asked, "Why are you here?"

On rest days, Tan Song didn't wear regular suits and leather shoes like he did on weekdays, but in casual clothes, looking casual and handsome.

He picked up the convenience store plastic bag in his hand and said, "Come to spend the weekend with you."

The tone is quite "surprise".

To be honest, Xiang Mo really hates surprises.

For example, on a university campus, someone prepares a candle array for a loved one to confess. Maybe the person who is confessed will feel romantic and touched, but if it is Xiang Mo, he will only feel very angry—why do you want to do it in my place? Unknowingly, put me in this situation?

Tan Song's behavior is the same.

Today is not the day for the two to meet, if the two are in an ambiguous relationship, Xiang Mo can still understand this kind of behavior to surprise the other party.But he clearly told Tan Song that he didn't want the two of them to have any contact other than their bed partner relationship.

Again and again, Tan Song repeatedly tested Xiang Mo's bottom line, but finally crossed the line.

"Did I tell you not to come to my place casually?" Xiang Mo completely ignored Du Chi who was on the side, and only realized after saying that, this should not be the attitude towards "boyfriend".

Du Chi really showed a puzzled expression, Xiang Mo didn't want to settle the matter here, and was about to take Tan Song downstairs, but before he stood up, Tan Song also said in a bad tone: " Why are you reacting so much?"

Thinking is not on the same line, it is so difficult to communicate.

This feeling of "not tacit understanding" really made Xiang Mo very upset.

"Or," Tan Song glanced at Du Chi vigilantly, frowned and asked, "You don't let me come over at other times because you have other bed partners? Didn't we agree to have a one-on-one?"

It's over.

Xiang Mo didn't dare to look at Du Chi's expression, but he still clearly felt two playful eyes cast over him.

"Is it him?" Tan Song's eyes were full of hostility.

Naturally, Xiang Mo would not answer, he hurriedly pushed Tan Song into the room, but Tan Song was unwilling to move, put his arms around Xiang Mo's waist, looked at Du Chi who was watching the play leisurely, and asked: "Is it you?" Is Momo another bed partner?"

"Oh, I can." Du Chi said foolishly.

Oh your size!

Xiang Mo glared at Du Chi, can you stop making trouble?

"I'm not joking." Du Chi put away the indecent expression on his face, and said quite seriously, "Mr. Xiang, didn't you say that your boyfriend is busy with work? Why aren't you happy when he surprises you?"

Xiang Mo: "..."

Du Chi did it on purpose.

Can he not see that Tan Song is not Xiang Mo's boyfriend?

"Momo, you say I'm your boyfriend?" Tan Song suddenly became very excited, "We should really have a good talk!"

Xiang Mo had a terrible headache. He looked back at Du Chi, and found that the big dog's eyes were full of mischief. Its expression seemed to say: Teacher Xiang, teacher Xiang, how could you lie to me?