crybaby

Arrived at "Vantage" on time, Lu Jian was wearing a straight suit, sitting in a seat next to the floor-to-ceiling windows and waiting, Feng Ye walked by outside, the roadside was a sycamore tree with fallen leaves, and the setting sun cast golden colors.

"Welcome." The waiter walked up and asked, "Do you have a reservation, sir?"

Feng Ye nodded, looked around, saw Lu Jian, inexplicably felt aggrieved and wanted to cry, but he held back his sadness and walked over

Lu Jian watched him coming, Feng Ye seemed to attract attention whenever he went to public places.

His slender figure was wrapped in a snow-white windbreaker, as if he had walked out of a painting. The bright eyes under the faint willow eyebrows flowed with clear brilliance. Under the straight nose, only his lips could be touched, and the soft touch Can drive people crazy.

"Come on, let's order." When Feng Ye sat across from him, he handed over the menu, Feng Ye shook his head and kept lowering his eyes.

Lu Jian didn't force it, and called the waiter to order directly, "Waiter, two fried steaks with black pepper and red wine sauce, one borscht." Then he thought for a while, "One more fruit and vegetable salad."

"Okay, sir, please wait a moment." The waiter stepped back after ordering.

"You look bad, didn't you rest?"

Lu Jian saw that his face was pale, his eyes narrowed, his tone became a little serious, causing Feng Ye's long eyelashes to tremble, he raised his head, bit his lips and said softly, "Yes."

But when he met Shang Lu Jian's eyes, he picked up the lemonade on the table in a panic, but was grabbed by his hand.

Lu Jian frowned slightly, and the hand he held was cold.

This is a restaurant, there are so many people around, Feng Ye wanted to break free in a panic, but was held tighter, his face was on fire, and he lowered his head even lower.

Lu Jian stared at him without moving away, and shouted loudly, "Waiter, have a cup of hot milk."

"No, no, I'll drink this..."

"Don't eat for a day? Don't lie to me!" Lu Jian interrupted him with a dissatisfied tone, "Look up at me."

"Ah Jian." Feng Ye seemed to muster up great courage to raise his head, but he didn't dare to speak loudly, "Can you let me go first?"

Lu Jian was stunned for a moment, but he didn't move his eyes, his delicate face couldn't hide his haggardness.

The hand he held was so slender that he frowned, "When I'm not at home, don't you eat well?"

"Ah Jian." The hand was being held all the time, Feng Ye begged a little, and from the corner of his eyes, he saw the waiter had come over with something in his hands, his expression was even more panicked, Lu Jian finally let go.

The two of them seldom eat out, and they have never even had a meaningful date. That house is all the memories of Fengye's five years, and there is only Lu Jian there, and every bit of being with him is stuck in his brain. All the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys carried in the memory seem to be impossible to forget even in death.

It's like being forced to drink the most hated milk and having your favorite fruit salad, all turned into the happiest mood, even if it is self-deception, this is a date.

Feng Ye secretly thought, his face became hot again.

After dinner, the two came to the riverside, but they walked in silence with each other along the way.

Today's anomaly gave Feng Ye a bad premonition. He secretly looked at Lu Jian's back, thinking of the lip marks he saw in the morning, the fear, pain, and helplessness in his heart. In this love, he was the one who fell in love first. Admitting that he has lost, cowardice, and low self-esteem made him even afraid to ask questions.

The city's neon lights were reflected on the river, and suddenly a huge firework exploded in the sky. The beauty of the moment was so short.

Then one by one, they bloomed and faded away...

"Feng Ye, I'm planning to get married." Lu Jian stopped and didn't look back at him, but knew that Feng Ye behind him was listening, "Let's end it."

Feng Ye felt suddenly very cold, as if a cold wind was blowing through his body. He thought about their future, and the colors he described were broken like a mirror, but he could only smile, nodded and replied, "Okay."

"You can move out after a month of work, work, if you want me to help."

"No, no, I can do it."

Feng Ye wanted to stretch out his hand, and he could grab Lu Jian, but he only dared to hug himself, bitterness overflowed in his heart, Lu Jian was always far away from him, not just an arm's length, but the distance between hearts.He didn't even know what kind of feelings he had for himself.

All this time, it was just his willingness to give, he couldn't keep him, let alone make him hate him.

The lights on the side of the road are shining alone in the boundless night, and the cars in this city are like running water, which is indescribable indifference and loneliness.

Lu Jian turned around, Feng Ye stood in his shadow, the two shadows overlapped, Feng Ye's clear face seemed to be holding back desperately, trembling slightly, as if a gust of wind would blow him away.

Lu Jian silently took off his suit jacket and put it on him, "Remember to wear more clothes when you come out."

The two faced each other, Feng Ye suddenly felt a little warm, bent his fingers, and gathered up the courage to pull Guo Lu Jian's hand, put it on his lips, tears swirled around his eyes, "Ah Jian, don't separate, okay?"

Lu Jian looked at him, stroked his pink lips with his index finger, and the shadow of the street lamp behind him made Feng Ye unable to see his expression, "Feng Ye, my parents need me to carry on the family line."

The four words of inheriting the family made Feng Ye's heart fall into a cold cellar. He thought he could give Lu Jian all the love. The tradition is that a man and a woman combine to give birth to the next generation. , Life is nothing to two men.

But it ended when he didn't know Ah Jian's feelings for him, he bit his lips, slowly put his face on Lu Jian's broad and warm chest, and asked desolately, "Ah Jian, what have you done these past few years?" Didn't like me?"

Lu Jian lowered his head, his eyes became more and more invisible in the night, his ten fingers moved, but he never hugged the thin body. After a while, he pushed Feng Ye away, "You should be tired, Let's go back and rest."

Feng Ye stared at him blankly, and suddenly bent his lips in understanding, but it was uglier than crying.

He remembered that one day he sewed a shirt with missing buttons for Lu Jian. The pain from being pricked by a needle made blood flow out. Ah Jian threw the shirt away after seeing it. They sewed their love thread by thread, even if they were stabbed, they would be happy, but now that Lu Jian lost their love, the pain from those stabbings would be overwhelming and bleeding would not stop.

"Feng Ye, don't think too much, we can still be friends in the future." A man's tears are naturally not as rainy as a woman's pear blossoms, but Feng Ye's tears made Lu Jianxin pause for a beat, and put on a bleak smile The beautiful face is even more suffocating.