Ming Minghe

There are few singing voices, change to another pop singer.The rhythm is vulgar, like no other song.

When I pulled Ai Yinze back to the private room, I couldn’t hear any sound outside the door. When I opened the door, the half-naked Ming Shanghai lay in Xia He’s arms with blushing cheeks, hickey marks were faintly visible, and Xia He was also blushing. Kissing Ming Shanghai's red lips.

It is certain that Ming Shanghai was drunk, and Xia He had to carry him back to the apartment.Tonight, I don't want to be a lamp, so I dragged Ai Yinze to my apartment.

Ai Yinzemo sat in the co-pilot seat and didn't say a word. When I got home, I remembered that I kept holding Ai Yinze's hand and dragged him to my bedroom.

That night, Ai Yinze occupied my big bed, and I curled up on the sofa, thinking of everything that day again, every moment captured like a camera.

The weather that day, the smell in the air, the touch underfoot.Ai Shuixin's clothes were soaked in color, his pale face, messy hair, and the remaining tear stains in the corners of his eyes.

He held the last photo of us, and in that photo we were all laughing wildly.Then I remembered that it was the day of the spring outing, and my classmates took photos for us.

Ai Shuixin said, "We want to be together forever!"

I covered my eyes and broke down in tears, "Yes, we will be together forever."

It was me who was wrong, it was always me.

Most of the year has been spent in silence, like a cicada chrysalis in winter, dormant in waiting.

Ming Shanghai and Xia He became more and more familiar with each other.

Xia He said, "None of us are people who take our feelings as a joke. Once we are deeply involved and unable to extricate ourselves, we must consider whether being together will bring unexpected consequences. We cannot disclose this matter."

Xia He said, "In the beginning, I was always tempting him, hoping that he would touch me, even if it was just a kiss. I must know whether he is the same person as me."

In modern society, the relationship between men and women has become direct and decadent, based on the interest entanglement of money and desire.Marriage, children, family, cannot find the inner core that belongs to it.

Xiahe and I, when we are together, it's like looking in the mirror and seeing a similar but completely different self.

It was an ordinary afternoon when she decided to marry Ming Shanghai.That day, I sat alone on the balcony drinking a glass of ice water and chewing ice cubes.Feeling the light and dark changes of the sun, the boundaries between the scorching heat and comfort are not clear from each other.

Upstairs in the apartment next door, there was a man and woman flirting and kissing. I recognized that the woman was a well-known model, and the man was also a popular entertainer.Both of them ignored the bright sky, did not draw the curtains, and made intimate gestures, letting the paparazzi cameras downstairs keep snapping pictures.

I drank a glass of ice water, and my sight was poisoned again.

I called Xiahe, and I said, where are you?

He replied that he was processing the documents, and there was a lot of entertainment tonight, do you want to be my female companion?

OK, but you cook tomorrow's breakfast.

All right, he agreed.