a delicate flower

The fluttering simulated petals and balloons floated all over the sky in the clearing bar, like a dream. This little surprise specially prepared by Ellen easily stirred up the atmosphere and pushed the emotions of the audience to a small climax. Many people danced and cheered happily: "Merry Christmas."

Standing at the door, Zhuang Lin looked over the crowded crowd in front of him, and looked at Ai Lang standing under the focus of the light from a distance.

Ai Lang has been laughing, his eyebrows are curved, and his smile is overflowing.

At eleven o'clock, due to dormitory access control and business hours restrictions, the party has come to an end.The others left one after another, Ailang bid farewell to everyone, but Zhuang Lin stood quietly at the door waiting for him.

Ailang walked out of the door as if nothing had happened. The light rain outside hadn't stopped, and most of the people ran away without umbrellas and disappeared into the night.

The crowd had gone far away, and the store was empty. Seeing him coming out, Zhuang Lin showed panic and a touch of sadness on his face, and said, somewhat at a loss: "Senior..."

The pitiful tone of softening and compromising is the same as always.

Ai Lang chuckled, and the cold air he exhaled condensed into a cloud of white mist. The rain outside hadn't stopped, and he stretched his sleeves to wrap his fingers, and said to Zhuang Lin: "You haven't left yet, I remember the dormitory The door lock is 11:30... right?"

Ellen tilted his head and said uncertainly.

Zhuang Lin pursed his lips and explained in a helpless tone: "Senior, I don't understand... Are you going to break up with me just because of that photo? I also heard about Zhao Bailei's harassment of you later. We are indeed friends with him, but I am not him."

The thread-like night rain gradually became denser, from silent to ticking.

Relying on the faint light from the store, Ailang stared at the clusters of small water splashes on the ground, and was silent for a moment. He said, "I'll just ask you two questions."

He raised his head to look at Zhuang Lin, and asked, "Are you gay? Did you 'someday' know that your friend harassed me?"

Zhuang Lin weighed his words and was about to speak, but Ai Lang reminded with a smile: "No matter what your answer is, we have already broken up, so don't think too hard."

"..."

Zhuang Lin said with an expression on the verge of tears, "Senior..."

Ai Lang glanced at him and turned his eyes away.The cool night wind blows straight to the neckline, Ailang pulls up his collar, sniffs, turns around and pushes open the sliding door of the bar, and shouts into the room: "Ji Liao, are you alright? Waiting for your car."

"Senior..."

Zhuang Lin yelled again unwillingly, his voice was dragged down by sadness and was very deep.

Ailang stomped his feet, faced the store, and urged again: "Ji! Liao!"

Ailang didn't hear Ji Liao responding to him, but Zhuang Lin's hoarse voice came from behind him.

"Senior..."

"I've always listened to you obediently, but I can't do it today..."

"I will listen to you for other things. Let's not break up, shall we?"

Hearing these two sentences of deja vu, AI Lang felt strange. He frowned imperceptibly, and turned around to see Zhuang Lin standing behind him helplessly, like a child who did something wrong.

Zhuang Lin pursed his lips, looked at Ai Lang cautiously, hesitated to hold Ai Lang's hand, his outstretched hand paused in mid-air, but finally only dared to hook his little finger.

Zhuang Lin coaxed softly: "Senior, don't be angry with me, okay? I'll take you back to the apartment..."

Ailang felt more and more that something was wrong. He frowned and wanted to take his hand away, but Zhuang Lin grabbed his wrist tightly, like iron tongs, which made Ailang's wrist hurt.

When AI Lang raised his head to look at Zhuang Lin again, he found that Zhuang Lin, who was embarrassed and pitiful one second, had raised the corner of his mouth the next second, with a shallow dimple hanging on the corner of his right lip.

Ai Lang was stunned, and Zhuang Lin reminded him kindly, "Don't you remember, senior? The few words I said just now were the lines I played against you when I was interviewing in the performing arts department."

Suddenly seeing Zhuang Lin's face change, Ai Lang couldn't help feeling nervous, and stared at him closely.Zhuang Lin ignored his vigilance, and said with emotion: "The topic you drew for me at that time was rainy night and parting, which is very similar to the current scene. However, I remember the senior also said at the time that the set In the plot, although you broke up with me, you still like me."

At that time, Zhuang Lin questioned the plot setting given by Ai Lang: "Although the senior broke up with me, you still love me, right?"

Ellen nodded without hesitation: "Yes."

……

Ai Lang didn't want to get entangled with Zhuang Lin anymore. He tried hard to free his hand, but he couldn't get rid of Zhuang Lin's restraint. He frowned and said, "Let go of me, my hand hurts so much..."

The smile in Zhuang Lin's eyes grew stronger, but he didn't let go. Instead, he took Ai Lang's hand, lowered his head, and stuck out his tongue to lick Ai Lang's wrist as compensation.

He tilted his head and thought for a while, and said, "I seem to have missed a line, do you remember, senior?"

Ailang wanted to say "I forgot all about it", but he pushed him violently in the next second, and his back hit the wall firmly. Zhuang Lin held Ailang's hands with one hand and pressed them on top of his head with great strength. , the other hand squeezed Ai Lang's chin and lifted it slightly.

Zhuang Lin's eyes were gentle, but his demeanor was very rude. He lowered his deep magnetic voice and asked, "Does senior hate being forced?"

This sentence was also the line of the interview at that time.

The two were very close, Ai Lang was almost imprisoned between the wall and Zhuang Lin, and Zhuang Lin's breath was softly sprinkled on Ai Lang's face when he spoke.

Ellen replied without hesitation: "Hate it!"

In the dim light, he saw Zhuang Linxie raised the corners of his lips, swept away his gentle and kind appearance in the past, and said angrily: "Since the senior hates it..."

Ai Lang thought there was still room for a turning point, but he heard Zhuang Lin say to him in a coaxing and gentle tone: "Then get used to it early."

Ellen: "..."

After Zhuang Lin finished speaking, he pinched Ai Lang's cheeks and forced him to open his mouth, biting his lips directly, licking his lips and teeth, touching his palate, biting the tip of his tongue, this kiss was fierce and Domineering, he kissed Ai Lang until he sobbed.