Moonlight Fire House

"Really? I'm honored." He glanced back at me appreciatively and started the motorcycle.

Galloping on the road, the wind is tearing my hair, like the feeling of flying.

"arrive."

The car was parked in an unfamiliar building.

"This is a friend's house of mine. I don't know if he is here today."

When we walked into the elevator, there were only the two of us. He leaned into my ear and said softly, "Just now when you were sitting behind the motorcycle, I reacted to being hugged by you, and I am still excited."

I blushed, and suddenly understood why he brought me here.I wasn't ready to do that with him, and I got scared.

When the elevator door opened, I really didn't know what to do, I was led by him numbly to the door of a room.

He rang the bell.

How should I deal with it?

For a few long seconds, we all waited.

He pressed it again.

"It seems that I'm really not at home." He was disappointed.

I let go and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Or go to my house." When he went downstairs, he suddenly said again.

"Well... I don't really think about it today..." I stopped and said eagerly.

"Oh?" He was a little surprised, and turned his head to look at me, "I'm sorry, I thought... it was all my fault, I was too impatient."

He smiled apologetically.

I shook my head, saying it didn't matter.

"Then let's go on a date in a gentle manner," he said. "Don't get me wrong, I'm not the kind of person who just wants to sleep. But you know, it's been a long time since I've had a serious conversation with me." Talk."

We were silent for a while.

"You said that you like reading very much, why don't we go to the bookstore, shall we?" He asked.

"it is good."

I relax.

But after the motorcycle, I purposely hugged him tighter.

The bookstore is huge, and I shuttled between the shelves one after another, flipping through all kinds of weird books.

"You have a wide range of interests." He followed me, looked at the psychology I was flipping through, and said.

"Of course." I put the book back on the bookshelf, and pulled out another book about love from the side. In the catalog, I found a chapter on homosexuality. With a heartbeat, I turned to that page. It looked like that.

"What book is this again?" He came back from another bookshelf, saw that I had changed books, and asked.

I opened an illustration photo in the book and put it in front of his eyes. It showed a pair of Caucasian men kissing. Both men are very handsome. I think it is very beautiful.

"No way?" He glanced at the title of the book, took one out from the shelf, and flipped through it.

I smiled, but the next illustration turned into a picture of an AIDS patient.Cursing my lips, I turned back to the kissing couple, looked at it for a long time, was moved by its beauty and felt a little sad, and then put the book back on the shelf.

I stayed the longest in front of the literature bookshelf, and found a copy of Bai Xianyong's "Nie Zi" while browsing.Last time at the coffee shop, I heard him mention this book, so I took down a copy and handed it to him to read.

"Hey, is this book for sale here?" He took it and flipped through it, "It's a new edition, much better printed than the one I bought originally. Mine was about ten years ago. "

"How is it written? If it's really good, I'll buy a copy," I said.

"It's okay, it's quite classic." He said, and took the book, "I'll hold it for you first, and then you can read other books."

I walked around the audio-visual department for a while, and when I came out, I found that he was nowhere to be seen.Just wondering, he has returned to me with a paper bag.

"Here." He handed me the paper bag in his hand.

I opened the paper bag, and inside was the book "Nie Zi", and the bookstore's special seal had been stamped on the spine.

"Did you buy it?" I asked.

"Just as a small gift," he replied.

I didn't want to accept it, but finally thanked him.

"Where else do you want to go?" He asked after leaving the bookstore.

"Go swimming." I said on a whim.

"Swimming? Good idea. I know a hot spring swimming pool. It's the best season to go."

"I'm just talking nonsense, I didn't even wear swimming trunks." I laughed, but I have never swam in winter.

"These are easy to handle, the important thing is that you like it. Come on, the time is just right, we will go right away."

"OK." I felt excited like a spoiled child.

In the sporting goods store, he bought a pair of brand-name swimming trunks for each of us, and I picked the most colorful one.

And the hot spring swimming pool was beyond my expectation.

In the locker room, after I changed into the newly bought swimming trunks, he looked straight at me for a while, and whispered in my ear, "I really can't control myself when you're dressed like this."

"Then let's take a cold shower first." I smiled, made some preparations, and walked towards the swimming pool.

There were very few people in the swimming pool, and the blue water was steaming.

Once in the water, I swam like a dolphin.

"Why don't you swim, don't you?" Suddenly finding him leaning against the edge of the pool, I swam over and asked.

He shook his head. "No, if I swim, I won't be able to see what you look like when swimming."

"Come on." I switched to backstroke and swam, stretching out my toes to scratch him.

He suddenly got up and swam freestyle, splashing water on my face.I hurriedly fought back with my feet on the water.

We had a water fight for a while, and finally he yelled, "Stop making trouble, stop making trouble."

I stopped and stepped on the water to rest.He approached slowly, looking at me with a smile.

"Are you in good shape? You don't look like a person with children." I made a face at him.

"Okay, you can say that too."

He laughed, and the previous depression and vicissitudes faded from his face.

"It's getting late, are you hungry?" After swimming back and forth a few times, he asked me.

I looked up at the clock on the high place, it was already evening.

"Are you going home late?" He asked again.

"Nothing, but no later than ten o'clock in the evening."

"Well, let's go ashore after swimming for a while, and find a place to eat."

"it is good."

Back in the dressing room, I entered a partition in the bathroom and was about to close the door when he suddenly squeezed in and locked the door behind his back.

"There are so many empty ones nearby, why do you have to grab one from me?" I asked with a smile.

Without answering, he stretched out his hand and turned on the switch, and the shower head sprayed out warm water mist.

"People will find out." I whispered in a panic.

"No." He held my face in his hands.

His kiss was skilled and gentle, and I couldn't help but hug his arm.

"Sorry, I couldn't control myself," he whispered in my ear.

I pressed against his wet cheek and didn't speak.

"I know you don't really want to," he nibbled on my earlobe, "you will promise me next time, right?"

I felt itchy and laughed.

He left me and went to the next stall to shower.There was his remaining warmth between my lips and teeth, I touched my earlobe while facing my body, suddenly wishing that he would come back and kiss me again.

After leaving the swimming pool, we had dinner at a nearby restaurant.

When the motorcycle drove back to the museum, it was already dark.

Sitting on the back of the motorcycle, speeding under the stars, I felt that the body I was hugging was full of warmth, and I also had the urge to want it.

In front of the museum, I got out of the car and told him the idea I had just thought up: "Next time, if you can find a place to stay overnight, I can make up a lie to my family and stay outside overnight."

"Really? I'm fine. I often go out on business, and it's easy to find a place to spend the night. Is it just a problem if you lie to your family?"

"It'll be fine. But I'm afraid it won't work next week. I'll call you in another week."

"You must fight."

"must."

After saying goodbye to each other, he still watched me leave.

He didn't pursue my concealment of my identity, which made me feel a lot more at ease. In front of him, I might be able to play a role that I didn't dare to try at ordinary times.

After being far away from the museum, I ran quickly.Breathing the cool air, I ran more and more happily until I saw the campus under the night, like a dark castle.

The author has something to say:

Before the end of the century, I'm waiting for your return,

I thought of him, just because I was bored.

He said he had never seen me before, and I said I rarely come out.

Should I be distracted by him?