In the Same Boat

Dou Yucong asked Qu Yiheng: "Why don't you fall in love?"

Qu Yiheng glanced at him: "There is no one I like."

"I haven't seen you in more than 30 years?"

Qu Yiheng stopped talking.

People in their thirties who haven't been attracted to others are probably really frigid. He doesn't have that problem, so it's impossible that he hasn't had it.

In the past two relationships, he was wholehearted. Even if he fell in love with the mentality of "living to death" in the second relationship, when he was with the other party, that relationship was true.

But, so what if you love?In the end, it was not a piece of glass scum all over the place.

"Why did you suddenly think of asking this?" Qu Yiheng cooked the noodles and placed them in front of Dou Yucong.

The night before, Dou Yucong got too drunk and said he was dizzy and insisted on asking Qu Yiheng to cook noodles for him. Qu Yiheng took out a pack of braised beef noodles from the refrigerator. of.

Sometimes Qu Yiheng had no choice but to do what he had to do with his younger brother.

"It's not sudden, am I emotionally hurt now?" Dou Yucong drank the wine, although he was still unhappy, but he was better after drinking, "I was just thinking, you have always been so cold and indifferent, with No contact with people, blinding that face that is prettier than a girl."

Qu Yiheng was clearing away the pot of cooking noodles. Hearing what he said, he turned his head and glanced at him.

"Hey, don't get me wrong, I didn't have your idea," Dou Yucong said, "Although you are good-looking, and although I am emotionally hurt, I will not be hungry."

"You use the word a little strangely."

"What I mean is, no matter how good-looking you are, you're still my brother, and I'm not that beastly." Dou Yucong said, "And even if you're gay, I guess our models collided, so there's no point."

Qu Yiheng understood what he meant, but he always thought that Dou Yucong was a size one, after all, his height was there, 1.8 meters [-], this tall man made people press this and that on the bed?

He shook his head and shook out the picture he had imagined in his brain.

"what are you thinking?"

"It's nothing." Qu Yiheng cleaned up the pot and washed his hands, "I'll go to work, and you can clean up after eating."

Dou Yucong bit off the noodles, looking at the back of Qu Yiheng going out, he always felt that something was wrong.

"Hey," Dou Yucong said, "If you like men, what kind do you like?"

Qu Yiheng, who was washing his hands, froze for a moment, and his first reaction was Yao Zhan.

He pretended not to hear, washed his hands and went back to the room, closing the door by the way.

He said he was going back to the house to work, but in fact he had nothing to draw. Recently, his mind seemed to be blocked, and he had no inspiration at all. He blamed the reason on the weather. It was too hot in summer, and he was so restless that he didn’t create anything. want.

Although there was none, he set up his drawing board and picked up his paintbrush.

Qu Yiheng looked at the blank drawing paper in front of him, and for a moment didn't know where he should start to write.

He remembered what the teacher said, saying that he was talented and spiritual.

He smiled self-deprecatingly, put away his smile, and slammed the paintbrush on the bed.

The light gray sheets were stained with paint, and he stared at it, getting more and more irritated the more he looked.

The phone rang suddenly, not WeChat, but a phone call.

He didn't want to pick it up, because he knew it must be another editor who asked him for help.

"Hey, is your phone ringing?" Dou Yucong heard a buzzing vibration through the bedroom door, and he knocked on the door, "You don't answer it?"

Qu Yiheng ignored him, walked over to pick up the phone, it showed an unfamiliar number, but the number came from that city.

For him now, that city is Yao Zhan, so, after a moment of hesitation, he picked up the phone.

Qu Yiheng: "Hello."

It was a simple sentence, but he was a little nervous when he said it.

He originally thought that Yao Zhan's voice would come, but he didn't expect that another voice he was very familiar with said, "Ah Heng, it's me."

Qu Yiheng wanted to hang up the phone, but the other party seemed to have expected it, and immediately said: "Wait a minute, please don't hang up."

Qu Yiheng didn't want to hear this voice, but he still suppressed his discomfort and asked in a cold voice: "If you have something to say, just say it."

"Then what, I'm out of town, and I need money for something urgent, and it's not much, 5000 yuan, can you..."

Qu Yiheng hung up the phone.

When he took a deep breath because of the phone call here, there was a burst of laughter from the person who was hung up on the other side, and then someone shouted: "I lost! Drink!"

The ex-boyfriend, who had no door after drinking, was drinking and playing games with a bunch of cronies. He lost the last game and was assigned to call his ex to borrow money.

Shao Wei was also there, and he wanted to stop it, but before he moved, the man had already picked up a phone at hand and dialed the number.

What kind of/fuck/ass does a person have to be to do such a thing?Shao Wei really disgusted the person in charge of his cooperation project, he wished he could call Yao Zhan now, and ask the other party to accept Qu Yiheng quickly, so that others would stop harming him.

Qu Yiheng had heard a saying since he was a child: Who didn't love a few scumbags when he was young.

He has always kept his mouth shut about the good and bad of his ex, and of course, there is nowhere to talk about it. The only person who is close to him, Dou Yucong, doesn't even know that he is gay, let alone that he has been in a relationship.

Compared to talking, he is more used to swallowing everything. It doesn't matter if you can't digest it, the important thing is to hide it first.

The mobile phone in his hand seemed to be that person's accomplice, which annoyed him, but before throwing it away, Qu Yiheng suddenly remembered something and opened WeChat.

A few hours ago, Yao Zhan sent a message saying that he was coming here on a business trip.

Qu Yiheng was stunned. Just looking at these words, he thought of the day when they were under the quilt and made the bed sheet wet.

To put it bluntly, if in Qu Yiheng's case, that city is equivalent to Yao Zhan, then Yao Zhan is equivalent to sex.

People can not believe in love, but you can't avoid desire/desire.

In many cases, it is easy for adults to develop a tacit understanding, just like the day when Qu Yiheng said that his hotel was nearby, Yao Zhan knew that he had acquiesced in what was going to happen next, just like now that Yao Zhan said he was coming here on a business trip , Qu Yiheng understood what he was about to face.

Everyone is in their 30s, and they are all single. It's not shameful to have a relationship like this, after all, it's better to have a regular pao friend than to go out and make friends.

Qu Yiheng thought so, but he didn't know what Yao Zhan thought.

But no matter what Yao Zhan thinks, he feels that the two of them have reached this level, and they will meet each other to have a good time when they have the opportunity, and then spend most of their time busy with their own affairs in their respective lives.

This kind of physical relationship will never hurt more than love.

He asked Yao Zhan when he would arrive and if he needed to pick him up.

Yao Zhan replied: No, I come here to study, and there is a special bus to pick you up, which will arrive in the afternoon, and I will contact you when I arrive.

Qu Yiheng replied with "um" and didn't say anything more.

He sat on the edge of the bed, thinking about it, and after a while, he walked to the front of the wardrobe.

Pulling open the closet, the clothes inside were neatly folded, all packed by Dou Yucong for him, and even the washed clothes before were all rolled up into a ball by him and stuffed inside.

In Dou Yucong's words, he lives too casually.

There were underwear in the drawer under the closet. He squatted down, opened them, and picked them out.

All dark-colored boxer briefs/pants, no fun at all.

He thought of the black thong/pants/pants that Dou Yucong mentioned, but he just thought about it, and he felt that he probably couldn't stand that.

After all, although many people think that people who engage in art live freely and freely, in fact, Qu Yiheng is terribly conservative. The most daring thing he has ever done was biting/biting Yao Zhan in school a long time ago.

Those extremely ambiguous images reappeared in his mind. Qu Yiheng himself didn't know what happened during this time, probably because he had eaten vegetarian food for too long, and suddenly he was greedy by Yao Zhan's mouthful of meat. For those who have no desire, it seems like spring has been posted during this time.

He lightly rubbed the fabric in his hand, squatted there, leaning against the bed, and closed his eyes.

"Brother! What are you doing?"

Dou Yucong was watching TV in the living room by himself. He was really bored and wanted to chat with someone. He knocked on the door and surprised Qu Yiheng who was picking out underwear/pants inside.

"What's the matter?" Qu Yiheng quickly closed the drawer, opened the door, and looked at Dou Yucong with blushing cheeks.

Dou Yucong frowned and sized him up. After a while, he apologized obediently: "I'm sorry to bother you."

"Ah?" Qu Yiheng didn't understand what he meant.

Dou Yucong smiled and said, "Everyone is a man, I understand."

Qu Yiheng understood, this guy thought he was hiding from Wei.

"You think too much, I'm drawing."

"Painting?" Dou Yucong looked over, "Your brush is on the bed, human/body/painting?"

Qu Yiheng was a little embarrassed, pushed the person out and said, "Go play with you!"

Dou Yucong was driven away, so in desperation, he had no choice but to go back and continue watching his TV series.

On the other side, Yao Zhan, who had finished sending messages to Qu Yiheng, was packing his luggage. While packing, he was thinking about what time would be more appropriate to contact him tomorrow.

It would seem that he is too impatient to contact him after he has settled in the hotel, but if he contacts too late, he is afraid that Qu Yiheng will not be able to come when something happens.

You know, why did he go there to study? The key point was to find Qu Yiheng.

What did that sentence say?

Go across half of China to sleep with you?

It seems to say so.

After more than 1000 kilometers, Yao Zhan zipped up the suitcase, thought for a while, and went downstairs with his mobile phone key.

When he came back, he had two more boxes of safety condoms and a tube of lubricant in his hand, and he rolled them up in a piece of clothing and put them in the suitcase.

No matter what a mature man does, he must be prepared. He is ready to indulge in sex for a week, and it depends on whether Qu Yiheng can stand up to it.

Yao Zhan smiled, lying on the bed and looking through the chat records between him and Qu Yiheng, his mind was full of the other party's thin but comfortable body.

There are also those words and patterns tattooed on the white and clean skin. He plans to take a good look at them one by one this time.