a delicate flower

Although the special fruit peeling knife for left-handers that came with Apple made Zhuang Lin feel weird, but he thought of Ai Lang lying beside him more than half an hour ago, sleeping well, so he suppressed the weird feeling in his heart a little.

The roommate called him: "Hey, Zhuang Lin, are you going to the classroom? Help us get a seat."

Zhuang Lin put down the gift box, turned around and smiled, "Okay."

Zhuang Lin's class is full today, and he took four professional classes in the computer room in the morning, and there are four compulsory courses unified by the whole college waiting for them in the afternoon.

During the lunch break, Zhuang Lin was left by the professional teacher who led him to do the project to debug the program. He sent a WeChat message to Ai Lang for the report. He only listened to the professor's analysis of the optimal solution for him, and had no time to think about it.The third-year brothers and sisters who were in the same project team came to the computer room to use the computer when they had time. Several people communicated and studied together, and solved the problem. The professor took them to the faculty cafeteria opposite the teaching building for lunch.

Zhuang Lin ordered a steamer rice, and the aunt at the stall gave him a round apple. He held the plate, said "thank you" politely, turned around, and looked for it in the noisy dining area. When he was seated, the senior sister who was traveling with him happened to have finished the meal, and said to him: "There, your senior brother has already occupied the seat."

Zhuang Lin nodded, turned sideways to let the senior sister go first, and replied: "Okay."

The senior sister really likes this little junior from the same teacher. Not only is he handsome, he has a good personality, but he is also very polite. Before entering school, he taught himself the basics of programming, and his professional level is even higher than theirs. The goal is clear, and the future is also clearly planned.

On the premise of ignoring factors such as "family conditions", if it is said that good looks are an important factor to attract some girls, then self-motivation is the decisive factor to impress other girls.

But Zhuang Lin exceeded these two conditions.

She turned around to talk to Zhuang Lin, smiled and said tentatively: "By the way, today is Christmas, don't you need to accompany your girlfriend?"

Zhuang Lin smiled back and said, "We'll spend time with him again tonight."

This answer was obviously not what the senior sister wanted to hear, so she asked again: "Is it from our school?"

Zhuang Lin suppressed his impatience and replied, "En."

"Oh, then why have I never seen her come to the computer room to look for you." The senior sister said polite words perfunctorily, subtly and schemingly said: "With a boyfriend as handsome as you, your girlfriend must be in danger Feeling, will you stick to you all day or check the post at any time?"

Zhuang Lin paused for a moment, thinking that Ailang had ignored him in recent days, so the verb "sticky" really couldn't be mentioned.Zhuang Lin responded to the senior sister with a few words, and as soon as he found a seat and sat down, he took out his mobile phone to check WeChat messages.He sent a message to Ai Lang after school saying "stay and discuss the progress of the project with the professor". The message was sent at 11:34, and Ai Lang didn't reply until 12:07. The content of the message was only one word - OK.

Very short and perfunctory.

Zhuang Lin frowned imperceptibly, but he smoothed it off quickly.He put away his phone and focused his attention on the professor who was speaking.

Zhuang Lin's reaction was the result of his inner balance - just at the moment when he felt bored because he saw that Ai Lang's reply was too short, he suddenly realized that he had put too much energy into it these days In Ai Lang's body, he didn't know when he started to care about how often Ai Lang looked for him, and even began to pay attention to the speed, number of words, modal particles and symbols of Ai Lang's reply to his messages, etc.

—Why should he waste time on such meaningless trifles?

Zhuang Lin frowned and thought about it seriously, but he couldn't find an answer that could convince him. It could only be attributed to his bewilderment, and he stopped the loss in time, and shifted his focus to the right track again.

After lunch, the professor chatted with some of his favorite students. It was past one o'clock when Zhuang Lin returned to the dormitory. The roommates took a nap and were just about to get up for class.

When Shen Shengui saw Zhuang Lin now, he subconsciously avoided looking at him, and Zhuang Lin ignored him.At this moment, the mobile phone beeped a notification tone, Zhuang Lin did not check the news immediately, but continued to replace the professional books in the schoolbag with the textbooks for the afternoon class, and then took out the mobile phone from his pocket.

He pressed the power button and saw the message in the lock screen state.

is a text message.

[Courtesy Model Department] Dear friends from the Ceremony Model Department~ First of all, I wish you all a Merry Christmas. Tonight, our minister will reserve the room at the LL Cleaning Bar on the 17th floor of the school. From 18:00 to 23:00, everyone is welcome to boomshakalaka , alone or with a companion is ok!If you can confirm your presence, please reply [OK], if you are sorry to be absent, please reply [No], let me see how many men in our group say they are "no"|?u?)

【Courtesy Model Department-Xing Lu】

After Zhuang Lin scanned the text messages, his attention was all on the word "Minister", and his heart burst into violent emotions for no reason.He opened the WeChat group and casually glanced at the sliding group chat messages.The group was friendly, laughing and laughing at Xing Lu's "man who says he can't do it".

Zhuang Lin didn't see Ai Lang bubbling in the group, so he switched out of the SMS interface and replied "OK", then turned off the phone.

·

Zhuang Lin didn't finish class until 05:30 in the afternoon, and there were several unread WeChat messages on his phone, including messages in the top group, and "Merry Christmas" greetings from high school or college classmates, but he just didn't want to. news to see.

Zhuang Lin lowered his eyes to hide the hostility in his eyes. He packed his schoolbag, and just as he was about to get up, he saw two girls walking over.

The girl with long curly hair said: "Zhuang Lin, our class is going out to have dinner together tonight. It's rare for the class leader to organize one. Would you like to come too?"

The so-called rare organization, in fact, is that the female squad leader solicits opinions from the girls' group, confirms that more than half of the girls agree to travel, and then pulls the boys afterward.

Zhuang Lin was the first important target they invited.

Before Zhuang Lin could express his opinion, his roommate rushed over to answer: "Our Zhuang Lin must not be free! Today is Christmas, and Zhuang Lin is a hot seller in our dormitory. How can it be so easy to make an appointment!"

The girl bit her lip and asked regretfully, "Ah...do you have an appointment?"

Girls have long heard that Zhuang Lin is not single, but no one has seen Zhuang Lin's girlfriend, and then there are rumors that Zhuang Lin and his girlfriend are in a long-distance relationship, and the subtext of a long-distance relationship is equal to " Single countdown", breaking up is just a matter of time.

Zhuang Lin smiled slightly and said, "Well, sorry, I have an appointment."

Zhuang Lin picked up his schoolbag and left first under the regretful eyes of the two girls.Not being able to make an appointment with Zhuang Lin was expected by the two girls, and it was not too surprising that Zhuang Lin had already made an appointment.

When Zhuang Lin left the classroom, he glanced at the gray sky, and then glanced down at his watch. It was 17:46, and Ellen still hadn't contacted him.

Zhuang Lin snorted. He was not what his roommates said was "the hotline is hot, it's hard to find an appointment", but he was just one of the people who sent the invitation message in groups.

eight pm.

The long school road was lit by street lamps, and the green vegetation on the roadside was reflected green. The entertainment area near the football field in the North District was bustling, and the living area where LL Qing Bar was located was busier than usual.

As soon as Zhuang Lin pushed open the sliding door of LL Qing Bar, he smelled a strong smell of alcohol. He remembered that the owner of this shop and Ai Lang were old acquaintances.He was two hours late, and the store was crowded and noisy, except for the members of the etiquette department, there were also many unfamiliar faces.The store invited a resident singer, with a hoarse voice mixed with restless music, roaring and bursting as if the roof was about to be lifted, and some people even used it to start a gamble—guess whether they will be complained tonight.

Zhuang Lin searched for Ai Lang's figure in the crowd, and was suddenly patted on the shoulder. Zhuang Lin turned around. Xing Lu was dressed in a punk style, with ostentatious red lips and huge round earrings shaking under the light.

"follow me!"

The shop was too noisy, Xing Lu took Zhuang Lin by the arm and led him to a table in the corner.The table was a long table for eight people, and there were more than a dozen people crowded at this time, with noisy voices and smoky air. A pile of playing cards, beer bottles, lighters, ashtrays, and crumbled cigarette cases were scattered on the table. , and a few packs of unpacked cigarettes.

Ellen sat in the middle, with a few pieces of chewing gum thrown in front of him, and he was grabbing a tea-brown wine bottle with the man in a suit sitting next to him, while the others were booing noisily.

Zhuang Lin recognized that this person was the owner of this clean bar, and he was also gay, but Ai Lang said that he and his same-sex repulsion, that is to say, after drinking, he would fight for a relationship with disheveled hair in order to fight "who is below"— ——Even so, Zhuang Lin still finds it particularly annoying when he sees Ai Lang and that person standing next to each other without hesitation.

"Senior."

Standing behind Ai Lang, Zhuang Lin used the excuse of patting him on the shoulder to calmly "break" the airtight distance between him and Ji Liao.

Ai Lang looked back at him, then squinted and smiled, "You're here!"

Zhuang Lin nodded, and he noticed that Ai Lang's fair and flawless face was slightly drunk.

The men and women who were at the same table with Ailang all looked over, and a man stretched out his hand to Zhuang Lin and shouted, "I can!!" The companion next to him pulled back his Erkang hand, and said with a serious face: "God It's not yet lit, please explain this and don't let the cock crow."

Interrupted by Zhuang Linyi, the wine bottle was snatched by Ji Liao. Still in his suit, he spun the wine bottle vigorously on the table. Amidst the booing, he generously kissed a girl who was pointing at the mouth of the bottle in public.

Only then did Zhuang Lin realize that they were playing a game of spinning the bottle and kissing, and just now, Ai Lang was fighting with Ji Liao for the bottle.

"..."

The wine bottle fell into the hands of the girl who was booing with Ji Liao. Ai Lang smiled and reached out to the other person for beer, but his arm was suddenly grabbed by a force, which made him frowned in pain. Crashed into Zhuang Lin's dark and deep pupils.

Ai Lang has never seen Zhuang Lin like this before, but the grip on his wrist hurts so much that he has no time to think about other things, he struggles and says, "It hurts!"

His tone of voice to Zhuang Lin would still habitually include the coquettish little milk voice, which was drowned in the noisy noise. Zhuang Lin pulled him up, and Ai Lang got up in coordination. Zhuang Lin dragged Ai Lang to the In a quieter corner, his hand let go, and as soon as he let go, there was a red scratch on Ai Lang's wrist.

The contrast between fair skin and red marks is more vivid under the light.

Ailang rubbed his hands, looked up at Zhuang Lin who was silent, his eyes narrowed into a beautiful crescent shape, and he laughed and said, "What's wrong with you? Are you unhappy?"

Zhuang Lin stared at Ai Lang, feeling restless, and his mind was so chaotic that he couldn't even organize his words well.

There is a wine cabinet in this corner as a partition. Zhuang Lin blocked Ai Lang in the corner. People outside could only see Zhuang Lin's back. Ai Lang leaned his back against the wall and raised his face. There was nothing between him and Zhuang Lin. Half an arm's distance away, so close that the faint smell of wine exhaled by him made Zhuang Lin's brows frowned even tighter.

Ai Lang slightly raised the corners of his lips, put his hand on Zhuang Lin's strong chest, and stroked it lightly, his slender fingers hooked the zipper and slid down, and got into the close-fitting collar.

Zhuang Lin grabbed his wrist again, but this time it was very light.

Ai Lang let him hold his hand, looked into his dark eyes, and asked with a smile: "Is it because I saw me playing that game with them? Well, I haven't turned the wine bottle once, and I haven't won the prize either." , Today I booked the venue and called them to come and play, so I can't be the first to be disappointed."

After hearing Ai Lang's explanation, Zhuang Lin's face turned pale, Ai Lang gently pulled away his hand, and said softly: "Let's go there together, my friend may have been frightened by you just now, obviously your temper is super good and obedient! I don't want their first impression of you to be misguided."

"..."

The word "good" in Ailang's words barely made Zhuang Lin regain his senses. He took a deep breath silently and pursed his lips.

Ai Lang stretched out his hand with a smile, touched the top of Zhuang Lin's head, and coaxed: "Don't be angry, I still like your obedient appearance the most."

Zhuang Lin calmed down and went back to the crowd with Ai Lang. The people at the table that had been having a good time looked at them. Ai Lang pushed Xing Lu away, causing Xing Lu to scream loudly. Xing Lu turned her head and arrested her Zhuang Lin pitifully accused Ai Lang of being authoritarian and overbearing, Zhuang Lin smiled innocently and embarrassedly, and his small appearance made other people present throw him out of the blue sky when he forcibly pulled Ai Lang away just now.

Just at this time, the waiter pushed the champagne cart to the stage, and the game of turning the wine bottle came to an end temporarily. Ai Lang stood in the center of the light focus with a smile on his face, and opened the champagne amidst the warm cheers of the audience, full of passion The electric guitar background music suddenly switched to Christmas songs, and the completely different music genre also made people who were shaking their heads and dancing disco directly wilt.

Everyone yelled, cried and laughed, and got carried away with the carnival. The temperature outside was low, but the atmosphere inside the bar was in full swing.

More than ten o'clock.

Ai Lang went out to answer the phone. It was raining lightly outside at some point, and with the night wind, he got into his collar, making him shiver suddenly.

Ai Lang squatted under the sun visor of the store, hugging his knees, chewing bubble gum in his mouth, and answered every word.He looked at the quiet alleyway, and the extremely lively happy place was just a door away. Maybe the contrast was too strong, and the silence outside made him feel desolate for no reason.

After the call was over, Ai Lang stared blankly at the drizzle that was faintly visible under the street lamp, and became dazed, with the sound of chewing and chewing bubble gum in his mouth.

Until the figure parked next to him cast a phantom in front of him, Ai Lang raised his head, and Zhuang Lin sat down beside him.

Ai Lang smiled at him, with curved eyebrows, slightly raised lips, thin lips that were smooth and moist without a trace of lip lines.

Zhuang Lin lowered his eyes, focused on Ai Lang's lips, and said softly, "Merry Christmas, senior."

This place is away from the hustle and bustle of the crowd. The two sat side by side with their shoulders lightly touching each other. Although it was a bit cold, the atmosphere was just right.

Zhuang Lin stood alone by his side, leaning towards Ai Lang...

The lips were just a short distance away, but suddenly a bulging bubble blocked the two of them, and Zhuang Lin's gentle kiss was printed on the bulging bubble.

"..."

Zhuang Lin raised his eyelids. This was the most successful time he had ever seen Ai Lang blowing bubble gum. As the bubble burst with a "pop", a sticky film of bubble gum just stuck to Ai Lang's mouth. Seal his lips and keep his kisses out.

Although the situation was unexpected, it was not embarrassing.

Zhuang Lin looked at Ai Lang quietly, and said softly: "I suddenly regret teaching you to blow bubble gum."

Ellen licked the bubbles at the corner of his lips and said with a smile, "I also regret letting you teach me to blow bubble gum."

At the beginning, he approached Zhuang Lin with a shameless face and tried his best to tease him into an addiction. Now that he thinks about it, Ailang just wants to slap himself more than two months ago.

I shouldn't have provoked you.

Ailang leaned against the cold wall, chewed bubble gum, blinked his smart eyes, and suddenly said to Zhuang Lin: "Actually, I just lied to you."

Zhuang Lin looked puzzled, "Huh?"

Ellen still smiled and said, "I kissed someone else just now."

Zhuang Lin's expression froze.

Ellen bent the corners of his lips happily, and then said: "Also, I think... you're a little bit worse, and you look more handsome."

Zhuang Lin was taken aback.

AI Lang unhurriedly turned on the phone, turned out the photo stored in the album, and showed it to Zhuang Lin.The pixels of the photo are very good. Zhuang Lin and Zhao Bailei appear in the same frame. From the behavior of the two, it can be seen that the friendship between the two is very good.

Ailang looked at Zhuang Lin's dazed expression, and smiled with his lips bent. He was no longer interested in Zhuang Lin's answer. He put away his mobile phone and stood up. He looked down at Zhuang Lin condescendingly, and asked impatiently: " Do you know why I pay for this party?"

Zhuang Lin looked up at him, and saw Ailang tilting his head and smiling at him, saying, "Go in and have a look!"

Ai Lang walked forward, walked to the door of the Qing bar, and stopped to wait for Zhuang Lin.

Zhuang Lin frowned, his rationality, which has always been good at making decisions, suddenly went offline, the obedient and domineering faces were arguing with each other, the thoughts in his mind were intertwined, and he was impatient to find the best solution. To find the end of the thread in a messy pile and re-roll it into a ball of yarn.

He stood up, followed Ai Lang into the bar pretending to be calm, watched Ai Lang's figure shuttle through the crowd, and walked to the stage where the resident singer was.

The lights focused on Ai Lang, and everyone's eyes were attracted to him.

I saw Ailang pull a rope and yank it down. As the curtain disguised as the ceiling was removed, in an instant, pure white artificial rose petals and pink balloons fell down one after another, and the pure white flying all over the sky In the petals, there is a party theme hanging in mid-air——

"Merry Christmas and long live being single."