Midsummer of Eden

Yin Jueming spent almost a day in bed, his feet were weak and his body was uncomfortable.After trying to work for a while at noon, I felt backache soon after.

In the end, he lay on the mat reading a book in the humid wind after the rain, and fell asleep unknowingly.

Zhang Chi originally missed Yin Jueming, and wanted to finish the work at hand and go home as soon as possible, but Xue Mingzhu's custom-made cabinet at home was quite special, so he discussed with Xue Mingzhu's father for a long time, drew pictures, and took him to choose the materials himself , When the final price was negotiated and the style and details were finalized, it was already dark.

Zhang Haiyin prepared the meal in advance, and as soon as Zhang Chi returned, he found that Yin Jueming was neatly dressed, looking erratic, chatting with the old lady about his study experience while eating.

"It's over after I came back today, and no one answered the phone call to the workshop. I left food for you." The old lady pushed Zhang Chi's portion in front of him.

Zhang Chi's gaze didn't fall on the food, but his attention was on Yin Jueming. Subconsciously, he walked over to him and pulled the stool away, pulling the food in front of him.

The old lady looked at her grandson, then at Yin Jueming, took their empty bowls, and filled them with a bowl of soup each.

"When I came down to eat at noon, my complexion was not very good, but now I look a little more energetic." Zhang Haiyin said to Zhang Chi.

"I accidentally stayed up late before, and I slept all day today, and I feel much better." Yin Jueming also comforted the old lady, saying that he was fine.

"Would you like sweet wine?" Zhang Chi said and turned around to take out his bag, "Oh yes, I bought oranges on the way..."

I didn't control it well when I tore off the net bag, and the plump oranges rolled all over the table, one by one rolling in front of Yin Jueming.He put down the spoon, picked up one, peeled it off, and distributed it to Zhang Haiyin and Zhang Chi.

It seems that some are too calm.There is not even any slight change, as if everything yesterday was like a dream.

Usually at eight or nine o'clock after dinner, Zhang Chi can always find something to do for himself, but today he has been unable to calm down, feeling very bored.

He smoked two cigarettes in the flower garden, turned around, and looked up at the second floor from time to time.

The curtains are drawn, but the vague figure behind the curtains occasionally walks to the window, occasionally appears to be in front of the desk, walks away, and then approaches.

That feeling came back again, like an elusive ghost, invisible and intangible.

"I'm willing to give you more." Zhang Chi thought that Yin Jueming had said so after all.

Before ten o'clock, Zhang Chi went back to the house.This time, he carefully locked the door before flipping onto Yin Jueming's balcony.

Yin Jueming was reading a book, and when there was a visitor outside the curtain, he put down the book and greeted him with a slight smile—he changed back to Yin Jueming in front of Zhang Chi.

Normally, the dim and warm light in his bedroom stays on until midnight, but tonight, not long after Zhang Chi entered, the light in Yin Jueming's bedroom was turned off.

This happened several times, for several days in a row.The two of them do their own things during the day, covering up the turbulent undercurrent when the weather is calm. Every night, a figure, like a ghost, sneaks into the realm of the other.

Zhang Chi rested in Yin Jueming's bedroom every night, and at dawn the next day, before Zhang Haiyin woke up, he quietly went back to his room again.

One morning, the sun just came out, the clouds and rain just stopped, the sky was like washing, and the faint red rendered the poetic horizon.The flowers in the flower garden are blooming, delicate and beautiful. Like Yin Jueming, these beauties penetrate deeply into Zhang Chi's heart, making him feel that these should belong to him.

On a whim, he rolled over from the second floor, thinking of picking a new flower for Yin Jueming in the morning sunshine.

Just a second before picking, Zhang Chi stopped.

The petals are filled with dew, which is crystal clear under the skylight, and at the same time, under the skylight, perhaps, it is slowly disappearing.

Just like the relationship between the two of them, the night always gives infinite joy and sweetness, but when the sun comes out, it will disappear without a trace like dewdrops on flower petals.

The indulgence and indulgence of the new lover cannot save Zhang Chi from this sudden panic.

He was paralyzed by the short-lived happiness, and awakened by the flower thorn.What exactly does he want, waiting for whether Yin Jueming will have him in the future, Zhang Chi may have subconsciously avoided it from the very beginning.

Even if you get it once, it is short but unforgettable in a lifetime.

People's hearts are greedy, obviously at the beginning, I just wanted him to look at me more.

Yin Jueming worked at his desk all morning, and didn't leave the room until lunchtime.

He opened the window to let the room breathe, but found a bouquet of flowers outside the window sill at some point.The flowers are beautiful, but they look a little dull. I think they have been picked for a while.

Of course Yin Jueming knew that it was Zhang Chi who sent it. He picked it up and smelled it, trimmed it with a pair of small scissors, then found the most suitable vase and put it on the bedside.

When eating at noon, I didn't see Zhang Chi.In the afternoon, no one bothered him.At night, there was no sign of Zhang Chi on the dining table.Even on this night, Zhang Chi was uncharacteristically absent.

Before twelve o'clock, Yin Jueming was a little sleepy. He lay on the bed in a daze, but was woken up by the wind outside the window.

Zhang Chi still didn't come.

Yin Jueming closed the window and was thinking whether to unlock the balcony door so that Zhang Chi would not be able to get in if he came...

Suddenly he realized again, what was he thinking?

He seems to have become the tamed fox in "The Little Prince", suddenly getting used to this kind of waiting. *It's not what he expected.

Yin Jueming finally locked the balcony, closed the curtains, turned off the lights and went back to sleep.

He didn't know that Zhang Chi was suffering at this moment.He was actually not busy today, and he came back early after dinner.Just kept locking myself in the house and collecting my thoughts.He couldn't figure out many things and needed a little time to calm down.

Of course, Zhang Chi also has his own selfishness.The absurdity of these days was dreamlike, but if he didn't go to that room anymore, it was as if all the connections were severed.

Zhang Chi wanted to know, did Yin Jueming change anything about himself these days?

He became greedy, went against his original intention, went against his original intention, wanted Yin Jueming's response, and couldn't wait to force him to give him more.Otherwise, it is good to see some hope.

But this feeling also drove Zhang Chi himself crazy.

One night, he tossed and turned, and usually fell asleep as soon as he fell down, but today he tasted the feeling of being unable to sleep at night for the first time.

In the early hours of the morning, Zhang Chi couldn't bear it anymore, quietly opened the balcony door, and easily climbed onto Yin Jueming's balcony.

He thought, just take a look.He wanted to admit defeat a little bit, he didn't know what he was tossing about, and he was expecting some illusory result.

As a result, Zhang Chi found that not only were the curtains and doors of the balcony tightly closed, but even the sliding glass doors were locked.

Zhang Chi walked around the door at a loss, and finally went back dejectedly like a defeated wolf.

It was completely bright, Yin Jueming opened the window, pushed open the door, and saw a bouquet of freshly picked flowers on the balcony.

When Zhang Chi came to look for him in the afternoon, he brought him orange soda and rum, which seemed like you could pick whatever you like.

Yin Jueming raised his hand and fiddled with the straw in the orange soda, watching the bubbles in the glass bottle keep popping up and breaking the surface of the soda, thoughtfully.

Yin Jueming thought, he probably knew what Zhang Chi was thinking.

He sat on the bed, and there was ice-cold orange soda on the bedside table, but Yin Jueming didn't touch it.

He stretched out his hand to beckon Zhang Chi: "Come here."

Zhang Chi sat beside him, pursed his lips, and didn't speak.After all, it is young and easy to show emotions.On the contrary, compared with most of his peers, Yin Jueming is more unpredictable and elusive.

Zhang Chi probably made a special trip to buy it for him, the sweat on his forehead was still wet.

Yin Jueming's hand had just squeezed the soda bottle, and it was still cold.

He lightly put his palm on Zhang Chi's hot side face, and stared at him with light-colored eyes: "You want me to be the fox you tamed, huh?"

His voice was already sexy, but now he lowered his voice, with a special tone, breathing, making people fall into the vortex of being bewitched by him unconsciously.

Zhang Chi obviously misunderstood Yin Jueming, and felt flustered and guilty because of his seeing through: "Fox? No, I just became a little greedy. You know, you seem to know everything. Sometimes I feel naked in front of you. of."

"Isn't it always me who is naked in front of you?" Yin Jueming smiled softly. He has a canine tooth on his left side, which is not sharp, but it has a different feeling when he smiles, and he attracts people all at once.

As he spoke, his fingers moved down his slack cheeks again, outlining his lines, and poking at his heart: "Besides, you are not the only one who is greedy, but I am guilty. As I said earlier, I Taking advantage of you, of course, doesn't just mean enjoying your young and beautiful body, it's as simple as that."

Zhang Chi thought of what Yin Jueming said that day, his voice was soft and a little bit aggrieved.At that time, Zhang Chi's mind was occupied by Fengyue, so of course he didn't think of the meaning in Yin Jueming's words.

Thinking about it now, at that time, Yin Jueming probably had a good grasp of his intentions.

"I said that I would give you more, but I never beg anyone to take pity on me." The smile on Yin Jueming's face had faded completely, but this time it softened again, "Let's not talk about this, I'm a little bored, I want to go outside for a walk."

Zhang Chi was silent for a while, then lowered his head and squeezed his hand: "I'll accompany you."

After this day, Zhang Chi would come to Yin Jueming's room again at night.

There were a few times when it was crazy, and once it made Yin Jueming ruthless, Yin Jueming even lost his temper with Zhang Chi, like a fox who usually smiles and has a good temper, was forced to show his little paws for the first time.

Zhang Chi found that he was actually happy.

What he didn't expect was that one night he was delayed because of some things, and he couldn't come to call home in time, and he didn't go back until very late.

Zhang Haiyin pulled him to ask a lot about his work and his colleagues, so he didn't get out until after eleven o'clock.

Normally, he would already be in Yin Jueming's room at this time.

Because of the incident before, Zhang Chi was a little flustered.When talking to Zhang Haiyin, he also seemed absent-minded.

He was afraid that Yin Jueming would think that he was repeating the old trick, so would he become unhappy again?

Who knows, when Zhang Chi hurried back to the house, changed his clothes and opened the balcony door, he found Yin Jueming standing on his balcony.

Yin Jueming was wearing that loose nightgown, blown by the night wind, with a cigarette at his fingertips, lying on the railing quite leisurely, his inhalation and exhalation was unbelievably elegant.

Yin Jueming was waiting for him.

Not only waited for him, but also came to find him in person.

"You...how did you come here?"

"Isn't this what you want?" Yin Jueming turned around, with his arms hanging loosely on Zhang Chi's shoulders, and he was still pinching a cigarette with his fingertips, the smoke was lingering, and the moonlight was charming.

"What?" Zhang Chi's heart beat faster.

Yin Jueming approached him, hugged his shoulders in a hugging posture, wrapped his arms around Zhang Chi, and took a puff of cigarette behind his back.

"You want me to come to you, don't you? Look, I'm here."