After the white moonlight cuts the black

Xuezi was rubbed into Yan Hui's hair, and it melted into water droplets to hang the pendant at the end of her hair.

Accompanied by the hasty movements, those icy drops of water finally flowed down the cheeks.

Pass through the eye sockets and the side of the nose, and converge between the lips and teeth.

Meng Huaiming tasted the saltiness.

That bit of bitterness was infinitely magnified.

This kiss was not tender and long, nor did it show any love, it was more numb and painful, it was not sweet at all, but it was too painful.

Meng Huaiming let go of Yan Hui's already red, swollen and skinny lips, and leaned back a little. Before they even had time to turn on the lights, the only light source was the city of light in the sky created by the city night scene outside the open curtains.

Yan Hui's face was covered with water, and his eyelashes were wet and sticky.

Meng Huaiming was a little surprised in his heart, it turned out that the bitterness and saltiness he tasted was not snow.

He was the one who clearly proposed the agreement, he was the one who boasted that it was difficult to give up, and he was the one who was indecisive, why in the end, he was still the one who was sad.

Meng Huaiming wanted to turn on the light, but Yan Hui grabbed his hand, as if he was going to pull the pistol of some deadly weapon.

Trembling, he wrapped his arms around Meng Huaiming's neck, stood on tiptoe, and a dense and warm breath rushed towards his face.

His indifferent look, as if all the hesitation and baggage were just a feather that flew up when he blew.

This time, both of them tasted the rust-like smell of blood, which was actually the only sweetness in this kiss that was similar to a game.

The door of the bedroom was knocked open, hit the wall and bounced back heavily, and the mattress of the double bed was also subjected to such unfair treatment, which perfectly matched the curvature suitable for doing anything.

He had long wanted to do it.

Meng Huaiming heard a deep voice in his heart, as if covered in a skin drum. You have long thought about it. What kind of respect is like a guest, what is trivial, how can it compare with this dormant madness.

If a spoonful of water breeds anger, it's a great way to fuel it.

Burning together is pain, confusion, secrets, and jealousy.

Yan Hui's tears seemed out of control, and Meng Huaiming didn't even have time to figure out why he was crying.

A young man who cries silently may be a good writer, brother, and teacher, but he cannot be a good object.

At that moment, Meng Huaiming clearly realized that behind the disguise he had removed was a heart that he couldn't guess no matter how he guessed.

One wrong step, one short step, and the chance to get him is lost.

He is an excellent actor, and maybe someone who spends his whole life under his disguise will not notice it, because he is willing, and he will not even be found when he backs down. This ability Acting in the drama of a lifetime is lore.

But once the people in the city wall wanted to jump out, he would not stop him, he just smiled softly and said "yes".

After that, even if there is no return, no door can be opened for him, even if he breaks through the south wall and then breaks the north wall, Yanhui's boundary is not allowed to be violated again the next day.

He didn't say anything, didn't complain about anything, Meng Huaiming's extremely bad side even thought that it was because he never took it seriously that he could let go so easily.

Does the moon care about a monkey climbing a ladder?

——The moon will only hang high in the sky.

Occasionally, I will cover my cheeks with clouds, as if I can be sentimental, as rich as the intentions given to it by the world.

In fact, it was just to hide that indifferent face.

Meng Huaiming clamped his chin and made him raise his head. He could feel a heavy pulse on the side of his palm.

I don't know whose heart beats.

Yan Hui's throat trembled violently, and he couldn't speak, so Meng Huaiming asked him sharply, "Why did you come back?"

Yan Hui opened his eyes with difficulty, and asked him, "What about you? Why did you turn around?"

Meng Huaiming seemed to be hit hard.

Yan Hui teased him proficiently, which didn't match his cold appearance, and he always felt that there was something burning endlessly in the depths of his soul, and those ashes couldn't be cleared away.

This roasting couldn't stop, Meng Huaiming was like being splashed with cold water from head to toe by his question, but he could clearly feel the heat from Yan Ash in his body.

The torment of the two heavens of ice and fire finally made him empathize, and he found that Yan Hui was not only crying, but also very scared.

That kind of fear is not pure fear of harm or pain, but more like a reflection of the body.

When he touched his lips, he stretched out this fearful net and pulled him tightly.

Meng Huaiming mechanically withdrew from this ready-to-go action, and walked into the bathroom in a hurry.

It was too late to take off the shirt, and the shower was turned on, and the cold water seemed to be bitten by mosquitoes.

In the midst of this strange pain, Meng Huaiming felt a belated fear.

If you take this step, there is no turning back.

There is no difference between him and Zhao Hao.

Yan Hui wanted to find a reason for their relationship and for each other to feel at ease, instead of being vague and confused.

But his method was too bad, and he didn't give Meng Huaiming a choice at all.

If he hadn't been vigilant while asking questions, he would have fallen into Yan Hui's trap.

He was obviously afraid of being like that, his body overriding his will to resist rejection, but he still clumsily imitated longing and anticipation with skills.

He desperately wanted to end the chaotic state, and those complicated and chaotic thoughts made him choose the most straightforward one.

After Meng Huaiming figured it out, he realized that Yan Hui had never imagined their reunion.

Their best relationship is that of a daytime work partner or a nighttime bed partner.

So Yanhui is an excellent lover, but also a very difficult lover.

Yan Hui, who is accustomed to arranging emotions, still controls the initiative, but changed a seemingly passive way.

What he wanted, but remained calm and covered it up by letting things take its course, was a maze of demonic obstacles that he couldn't get out of by himself.

"Idiot." Meng Huaiming felt the temperature rise in the cold water.

At the end of the attachment, I even forget why I am attached, and the only thing I remember is "attachment".

Meng Huaiming once disdained this weak-willed performance, but he didn't know that this was also a frequent loss on the road.

He opened the door of the bathroom, bringing out the wet and cold steam, Yan Hui did not leave, but turned his back to him, wrapping himself tightly with the quilt.

This should be the first time in days that he really fell asleep, exhausted physically and mentally.

Those who engage in artistic creation generally believe that the spirit and will can override the body, but they often ignore that it is this flesh and blood body that rings the alarm.

Yan Hui slept deeply, not because of deep sleep, but because of his slumped sleeping posture, barely touching the pillow, and the quilt was pulled up, covering even his eyes, only his smooth forehead and soft black hair were exposed.

His heavy breath hit the checkered quilt cover, as if all the sorrows and joys were forgotten by him in the breath.

Meng Huaiming hugged the ball from behind, and he lost sleep again, thinking about Yan Hui's hidden secret.

He never told the whole truth, and part of it was drowned in the plainness.

No one wants to maintain an unclear relationship, Meng Huaiming endured great desire to miss him, while Yan Hui has already given up on himself.

He selectively made a small opening from the layers of fruit shells, hoping that someone could hand him a knife.

In this way, he can use the way he thinks is the safest way to end in the shell.

Meng Huaiming couldn't think of any other way.

Maybe he is going to meet Zhao Hao.

Establishing a relationship is far from easy as imagined. In his love experience, he has never tasted failure or setback.

Even Su Yaowen has become as sweet as honey in the beautification of time.

Only now did he realize that those were incomplete, and the excessive aura helped him learn formal love, while dewy love paralyzed his cognition.

In the ups and downs of the love relationship, he only tasted the sweetness, but he didn't know that the love was going to a happy ending. When it was similar to a marriage in the traditional sense, it was full of mixed flavors.

Love is the sweetness that flows slowly, and the bitterness that is scattered, and the sweetness after bitterness is the driving force that drives a pair of true love to the end.

This includes their respective experiences, the influence brought by their native families, the principles of life, seeking common ground while reserving differences, learning to accept and understand, and not to care about everything.

But Meng Huaiming wanted to know, he hoped that Yan Hui could unlock his technical arrangements and let him see his current situation.

Meng Huaiming also blurred his drowsiness. He has had frequent dreams recently. This time, it may be because he was thinking too much before going to bed.

He sat in the back row of the classroom by the window, and he could see the green leaves outside the window in the sunlight, with mottled light and shadow leaking through his eyes.

Deep and shallow, swaying in the wind, he passed the homework back, the skeleton of the young man has grown, except for the thin pen cocoon, his hands have not experienced twists and turns, revealing indescribable immaturity.

He wanted to turn around, but he heard the person behind him laugh, and the air flowed into Meng Huaiming's ears.

"Yanhui?" Meng Huaiming wanted to turn around, but found that his neck was stiff and immobile. He heard the rustling of Yanhui's clothes on the desk, which was the rough material of school uniforms, and the slight sound of flipping books.

He read the excerpted sentence, which is Haizi's poem: "When I stand in front of you in pain, you can't say that I have nothing, you can't say that I have nothing..."

The howling wind overwhelmed his reading, the busy streets, and the colorful signs of children's clothing stores.

Yan Hui walked forward slowly, Meng Huaiming shouted to stop him, Yan Hui turned around suddenly, blood slid down his face.

He smiled, as relieved as Lanting.

He waved his hand: "Goodbye."

He turned around with a happy expression, no matter how hard Meng Huaiming chased him, he couldn't catch up, and there was a huge boulder under his feet.

He fell suddenly, and the gap between the particles of the asphalt floor widened.

Meng Huaiming woke up in vain, and met Yan Hui's worried eyes.

"Nightmare?" Yan Hui's head popped out from under the quilt, and one arm stretched out. Meng Huaiming realized that the quilt had been divided into half of his body.

Yan Hui's body temperature, which had been covered for a long time, finally passed.

They were very close, such a close distance, Yan Hui patted his shoulder through the quilt, "What did you dream about?"

Meng Huaiming said, "I dreamed that you were running too fast, even if I called you, you wouldn't turn back."

Yan Hui froze for a moment, and said in a daze, "I didn't hear..."

He closed his eyes, "Then you hug me."

Meng Huaiming hugged him as he said. Meng Huaiming used to think that Yan Hui liked this kind of intimacy, but this time when he hugged him, he clearly felt Yan Hui's greed and urgency.

It seems that there is nothing like this warm embrace.

"...There will be no results." Yan Hui said sullenly, and the pauses made his word order confused: "Before, I could still... now? Instead of resentment in the future, it is not good to be like this now? "

"Not good." Meng Huaiming said, "You can't hang me."

Yan Hui's face was buried until she couldn't see, and her voice became lower and lower: "Yes."

"Yan Hui, if I can accept all of your past, whether it was pain or mistakes, are you willing to turn back?"

"You can't accept it." Yan Hui's hair shook.

"I can." Meng Huaiming said in a deep voice, "If you don't believe me, I'll prove it to you."