Balancing

How can I describe Lu Heng's eyes when he looked at Jian Ming? It was hot and soft. Under the light, his pair of amber eyes were lightly swept by the shadow of two eyelashes. A Zhou Zheng face showed him without fear. stubborn.

Jian Ming lowered his head, closed his eyes forcefully, then raised his head slowly: "What do you know? Tell me."

Lu Heng: "I know... I'll just kiss you and play a hooligan, what the hell."

"You know shit."

Lu Heng was stunned. It was the first time that Jian Ming yelled at him. He growled very angry and helpless. The decibels were not high, but the tone was heavy. Lu Heng suddenly panicked.

"Lu Heng, you can make some jokes with others, and you can find others to play some games, but don't ask me, we are different, understand?" It is difficult for a man who easily affects his emotions to guarantee how long he can maintain his control.

Lu Heng's eyes were red, his hands clenched into fists, his nails were deeply embedded in his palms, and he said in a trembling voice: "I'm not joking with you, and I don't want to play games. I've never kissed anyone before, nor Others..." The little aggrieved expression was really pitiful.

Before he finished speaking, Jian Ming tossed his glasses aside, rushed towards him, pulled his collar, and directly covered his suffocated/aggrieved little mouth with his lips.This kiss was different from Lu Heng's fierce kiss, it was gentle and tossing, full of skill, the little tongue didn't let go of any place, like a dexterous snake, wantonly invading every corner of Lu Heng's mouth.

Lu Heng staggered back after being kissed by Jian Ming, and leaned against the wall on one side, unable to react in a moment of shock. He couldn't describe the slippery and scorching touch. His hands were stiffly propped on his sides, and he couldn't put them anywhere. It was suitable, but he didn't dare to hug him, until the person in front of him forcibly pulled his hand and put it on his waist.

Jian Ming didn't give each other room to breathe, Chun was still intertwined enthusiastically, and the palms covering Lu Heng's shoulders rolled/permed. Lu Heng's whole body seemed to be on fire, and he began to breathe/disturbed, feeling that something was wrong. The people I know are completely different from the people I know. Although what happened is right, it feels really wrong. What's wrong?

Before Lu Heng had time to think, Jian Ming's hands started to move around, what is this for?Lu Heng's three souls returned to his body in an instant.Tilting his head, he grabbed Jian Ming's shoulder and pulled him to the side, pulling himself out of the dream-like mirror image.

"...What are you doing...?" The panting continued.This isn't flirting, it's practicing grappling.

Jian Ming was also panting heavily, took two steps back and stood still, with his hands on his waist, his neck slightly bent, and his head lowered for a while, then he stared at Lu Heng with a surprised face and said, "Why, what is this?" It’s not enough? Officer Lu, do you understand now? I’m gay, don’t provoke me in the future.”

Lu Heng: "..."

"If you still want to, we will still be ordinary friends. If you don't want to, you will just be my patient from now on. What happened today... just pretend it never happened." Jian Ming was actually a little disappointed. Seeing Lu Heng say now The speechless expression, even remorse, this tentative warning must have frightened him, knowing who he is, he should keep his distance... I guess.

Jian Ming turned around with a gloomy expression, and walked back to the stove, wanting to finish the unfinished dinner, wondering if the dazed person would want to finish the meal.

He never imagined what Lu Heng was thinking about at this moment.

Lu Heng was thinking, ha, so baby Mingming cares about this? Is gay amazing?Can't mess with it?Can't afford it?I can't just pretend to be so awesome, so what's the matter.I have never liked a woman anyway, so this is the first time I like you, isn't it you?You use this to reject Lao Tzu, what kind of UN joke, scaring a three-year-old child?

The more I think about it, the more I think it makes sense, the more I think about it, the more I feel that the person in front of me is very cute, no matter how beautiful I look at it, I have to like it.

Wait, you can't run away.

"Are you ready?...I'm hungry." He pursed his lips, reminiscing about the temperature and breath that Jian Ming still had on it, and regretted why he didn't go along with it at first.

Jian Ming's hand, which was mixing the meat sauce, paused obviously, and then accelerated the movement of his hand. "Go and sit down, I'll be fine soon."

To say that Jian Ming's craftsmanship is really flattering, when Lu Heng took the first sip of soup, he was overwhelmed.

"Hey, did you work as a cook abroad?" He didn't raise his head, he ate the love dinner made for him by the person he liked.

"No, thanks for the compliment."

Lu Heng raised his head and looked at him, "Eh... I haven't started praising you yet."

"I know you want to praise." Jian Ming, as usual, ate the pasta on the plate gracefully and calmly.After so many years abroad, it is really difficult to survive without some cooking skills.

"Haha, Mingming, why are you so cute?" Lu Heng took a bite of the noodles, with the red meat sauce still on his mouth, and grinned.

Jian Ming was taken aback, and looked at Lu Heng who was laughing happily.

Min Min?

He swallowed the food in his mouth, took a sip of water, looked at Lu Heng's CD, and asked, "What did you just say?"

"What... what?" Lu Heng had just finished eating, and he rubbed his stomach contentedly, his brain was in a short vacuum.

Jian Ming rolled his eyes, "What did you say last time?"

"Oh...Let's think about it...Oh, I said you are so cute." Lu Heng smiled at Jian Ming.

Jian Ming: "The front of that sentence is cute."

Lu Heng: "... Mingming?"

"Who told you to call that?" Jian Ming felt that there was a reason why he could only eat half full every time he ate, and Lu Heng always had the ability to do something or say something in the middle of his meal to whet his appetite Paused.

"Why can't it be called, have you applied for a patent?" Lu Heng likes to see Jian Ming's expressions other than indifference, such as the look of helplessness now.Unexpectedly, I still have the time to win him with my mouth.

It was too early for Lu Heng to be happy.

"No, that's what my dad called me. It's easy to travel through." After Jian Ming finished speaking, he got up and began to pack the tableware, ignoring Lu Heng who had a black face.

Lu Heng is also a sensible child, even though he was gagged, he got up to help clean up, "I'll come, I'll come, just eat and don't work, you're not a good public servant of the people." As he said that, he wanted to snatch the plate from Jian Ming's hand .

Jian Ming skillfully flipped his hand away, but he didn't let him snatch it. He turned around and walked into the kitchen to put the tableware in the sink. "No, are you full?"

"Well, I'm full." Lu Heng followed without giving up, rolling up his sleeves to wash the dishes.

"Then you go home."

Jian Ming's mind was full of question marks, doubts, and puzzlement.Why did Lu Heng look as if nothing had happened?He was still so cheerful, but he seemed to be hypocritical. This feeling is really terrible. The problem is that he said the sentence "as if it hadn't happened", and I'm too embarrassed to ask it now.What is he happy about?

"...At least let me wash the dishes and then drive me away." Lu Heng had never pursued anyone before, and he was depressed whether chasing someone would have to suffer all kinds of grievances, really wronged.

"I don't need you, I can wash it, you can go back." Jian Ming felt that he was about to lose control again.

"You hate me?" Lu Heng's face suddenly collapsed, and he stood aside in frustration, without making any further movements.

"You..." Jian Ming was speechless.

"Can tomorrow's treatment be changed to now?" Lu Heng suddenly became serious.

He didn't want to leave, even though Jian Ming had shown extreme impatience, he still didn't want to.

At this time, the night was deep, the lights outside the window were brightly lit, and there was a lonely seat inside the window.

Jian Ming silently calmed his emotions, sighed softly, and said to Lu Heng, "What exactly do you want to do? Lu Heng."

"...I want to see you, I want to hear you, I want to talk to you, I want... to be with you."

Jian Ming's heart was firmly grasped, and when he heard Lu Heng's soft-spoken words, the feeling of distress surged again without warning.The person standing in front of him is like a fish caught out of the water by a net. He is struggling desperately. Even if he is scratched, he still has to hold on to himself. Jian Ming wants to compromise. He can't stand Lu Heng like this, can't bear it, Reluctant.

"The treatment time can't be changed. This is not a play. But...you can sit for a while and watch TV on the sofa first. I'll come over after washing the dishes." Jian Ming pushed him towards the living room.

"It's so kind of you."

Lu Heng's eyes were bent into a crescent, and he smiled very beautifully.

This night, they were lying on the sofa, watching TV programs that they didn't know what they were talking about, and chatting with each other, like old friends who had known each other for a long time, but no one mentioned the topic before dinner again, as if From the moment Lu Heng entered the door, they stayed in such a harmonious and friendly way all night. Jian Ming unexpectedly relaxed a lot, and he didn't worry about whether Lu Heng would continue to treat him as a friend. In fact, he also It is no longer possible to return to the starting point.

It was almost early morning when Lu Heng came out of Jian Ming's house. He was walking on the path with few cars, letting the cool evening breeze gently brush his cheeks. Under the moonlight, the figure reflected on the ground was stretched very long.He looked up at the dots of starry sky above his head, feeling that each one was so shining and bright.

He took out his mobile phone, took a picture of the night sky, logged into WeChat, and sent it to Jian Ming.

Then wrote: "Look, every star is you."