Bouquet

Death sentence suspended.

It's more annoying to have a deadline than to have no deadline.What Zefeilan said was a formal conversation, and there was absolutely no room for gags to fool around.In three years, they had two "talks": one time Zephyran asked him if he would like to move in with him, and the other time the other party thought that the two should work harder to integrate into each other's lives.

"You still haven't fully accepted the relationship."

"Talk about it" for the second time, Zephyran told him so.The attitude of the young staff member was not impatient at all, but his tone was firm.Saribel was silent.And it is.When he moved in, the other party said many times that he could decorate the apartment according to his own wishes, but a year later, except for the toiletries in the bathroom and the personal items added in the shoe and hat wardrobe, there are not many traces of Saribel here.

It's not that he doesn't want to use those underground arts to make this showroom more Saribel, but he's thinking: Once the other party needs him to move out, he'll come out from Zephilan's place with a lot of very Saribel things. , no matter how you look at it, it is too sad and too obvious to tell the fact of being abandoned.

If he had very little luggage, at least he could still pretend to be chic and leave.As it is today, as it is now.

However, that chicness is actually closer to throwing away the armor.

Mentally realize that love is hopeless, no matter how much you try to disguise the fact, it is useless.Facing the third "talk", what else could he reply besides "OK".

Suddenly, he had nothing to do but wait for the break to come.

There is still a lot of wine, but there is no need to drink any more; there is no arrangement for work today; friends and friends have not been in touch since they lived together with Zephylan, and now the only child, Adelphier, is also very busy.

Get used to it.This was life before I met him.This is life without him.

Five days later, in Zefilan's high-end apartment, Sharibel stood in front of the opened wardrobe, staring at his clothes.

It's not that he didn't think about it quietly in a corner of his mind, or in other words, he hoped that the whole thing would be a huge oolong.However, when it comes to Sharibel and Zephylan, the only conclusion he can draw is that it is infinitely close to the situation of the actors in front of the stage when he first joined the work, and the situation of himself hiding in the set and thinking that no one would find him.The drama, in which he participated, was an outsider.A makeup artist dressed in modern clothes, in the gorgeous and exquisite classical attire, can see the violation at a glance.

The clothes were removed from the hangers one by one, folded, and put in the luggage bag.

While doing this, he suddenly had a lot to say and many questions he wanted to ask Zephilan.What does it take to fully accept the relationship?He has never had the experience of loving someone, the measure and degree, who can tell him how to master it?Was today's result caused by his "not fully accepting" at the beginning?In the final analysis, is it still you who is wrong?

I don't understand the "love" thing.

The make-up artist buried half of his face in his palm, feeling oppressed in his chest, and his throat was dry and swollen.Perhaps one or two tears should be shed according to the occasion, but he was alone at the scene, and no one watched even if he was mourning.

He threw his clothes aside and prepared to wash his face first.When he came out, he found a message on his mobile phone. It was his colleague asking if he was free to do wedding makeup for a stage actor on Sunday at the end of this month.

The name mentioned by the colleague was familiar to him. It was a female actor who had just moved to another theater and was engaged to the pianist of that theater.The news was only spread within the stage circle, and the stage actors were not as well-known as movie stars, and the two newcomers had no intention of extravagance. They chose to rent a civic activity center to hold the ceremony, which was quite different from the acting style in the eyes of ordinary people.

Saribel agreed.There will be many people in the circle who want to come to the show, and it is a good opportunity to expand your network.And at the end of this month, it is estimated that he has returned to his celibate life, and it is impossible for him to have any other arrangements.

He suddenly felt a self-deprecating emotion, feeling that he had lost his love and lost his focus.Originally, the emotions were brewing just right, but the reality cut it off, and immediately put aside the thoughts at hand and began to care about the income.It is no wonder that many people use work to heal their emotional wounds. There is indeed a certain truth: when losing something, only work can make people feel that they will gain something else.

Work is real and constant, what you do is equal to what you get, and there will be no betrayal.

"Love" is not like that.

Or, is it really not the case?

Is my dedication to him not equal to the affection he gave me in return?

Saribel stood in front of the French door in the living room, overlooking the neon-flickering scenery below.The apartment in the clouds has an excellent view, allowing him to have a panoramic view of this noisy and crowded metropolis.In this city, there must be many people who are in love, and many people are losing love.How did they get along when they fell in love, and how did they face each other when they parted?If Sharibel had been curious about this matter earlier and had knowledge of this matter, would things have been different.

He opened the french door, ignoring the cold autumn wind, and leaned on the railing of the open balcony.

One of the eternal themes on the stage is "love".He was in the environment of singing "love" every day, but he didn't realize it.Thinking about it carefully, I have never resonated with the libretto.Now, in the row upon row of concrete forests, he suddenly recalled the duet between Maureen and Joanne before they broke up in "Rent a Lucky House":

"Accept the real me, this is what I am. If you still care, you should accept the original me, otherwise, please leave."

Saribel smiled wryly.Maureen and Joanne, a glamorous bisexual artist and a strict lawyer graduated from an Ivy League school, are bound by love and separated by their inability to fit into each other's inherent habits.The case on the stage was so similar to myself and Zephylan, what happened afterwards?

Yes, Joanne still loves Maureen, and is even willing to die for her sincerity.Sharibel could not have more sympathy for the fear and concern she felt in her relationship with Maureen.Beautiful, lovable Maureen, whose contact with anyone terrified and terrified Joanne.She thought that if Maureen really loved herself, she shouldn't be so attractive.But Maureen said that she is naturally beautiful and should be liked by others, and what does other people's admiration have to do with whether she loves Joanne or not.

What's more, no matter how much other people love her, Joanne is the only one she chooses.she sings:

"Think about it, when night falls, who is lying next to you."

This argument could not convince Joanne, nor could it convince the current self.When night fell, many people lay beside him, but to him, they were far less than one ten-thousandth of Zephyran.

Saribel walked back to the bedroom and continued his unfinished business of tidying up.There were a few shell buttons on the bedside table, Zephyran picked them up and put them on.His one was kept in his wallet without any intention of returning it.

If Zephyran replaced these buttons, but only one was missing, it would be a way for him to remember himself.But if the other party chooses to throw himself and the things he gave into the trash can, this small struggle is immediately meaningless.

After packing up the clothes, Sharibel put the luggage back in the closet, turned and walked into the kitchen.

Most of the kitchen utensils were bought by him, but there is no need to take them away.He didn't think he would spend any more time cooking for anyone else, or even himself.

Then, there is nothing else to take away.

Saribel walked around the one-bedroom apartment carefully, making sure that everything here was marked with only one person's name.

This is very good, this is very good for Zephyran.

He patted the non-existent ashes on his hands, and when he turned off the light in the living room, he shed a tear abruptly.

Everything here, including myself in it, is also engraved with the name of the other party.Objects can be moved from place to place easily, emotions cannot.Three years of acquaintance, two years of cohabitation, more than 1000 emotions accumulated day and night, how many years will it take to completely peel off.The answer to the question, he is about to give in his own time.

"...Let's go."

Sharibel wiped the corners of his eyes in the dark, and went back to the bedroom to get his luggage.Zephylan hasn't given him any new news in the past few days. It is estimated that the matter over there is not over yet, and he will spend the weekend in the West Bank.In the past, if the return date was fixed, the other party would definitely inform him of his flight arrangement in advance, so as not to disrupt the pace of life of each other—young staff always handle affairs in such a strict way.

So when he turned off all the light sources and heard the sound of unlocking the bedroom door when he walked out, he didn't realize for a moment that the owner of the apartment had returned to his property.

At the same time as the door was pushed open, Sharibel scrambled and fell into the bedroom, kicking the luggage aside.When his keen sense of smell caught a scent of cologne on Zephylan's body, his heart beat almost to burst.

The owner of the apartment came back at such an inopportune time.

The make-up artist was extremely embarrassed at the moment, and he didn't know what expression to use to welcome the other party back.According to his expectation, Zephylan told him to pack his luggage before his return date, and immediately pack up and leave after "talking", so as to avoid the embarrassment of staying in the opponent's territory after breaking the game.

However, thousands of calculations were made, but this time Zefeilan did not inform the return date in advance.

The light in the entrance came on, and the young staff member called his name to the room: "Shali, are you home?"

The bedroom door was open, and if Zephilan walked in after changing his shoes, he would be surprised at himself standing in the dark——Sharibel quickly glanced at the time on his wristband: Friday is close to midnight, and the usual words are His moments at home.Normally, what is he doing at this moment?

"Shari?"

Zephyr's voice softened.Maybe it was the open bedroom door and the unlit light that made him speculate, reminding him of his previous conviction of sleeping on the sofa after returning from get off work.The young staff member didn't call him anymore, but quietly changed his shoes and clothes.

In these few seconds, Saribel had an inspiration, quickly messed up one side of the bed, loosened his bundled hair, threw away his coat, and walked out of the bedroom pretending to yawn.

"Why come back so early—er, so late."

He wanted to say that Zephyran came back earlier than he expected, but as far as the current time is concerned, it is the latest time of the day, and the exit has become a nondescript complaint.Ze Feilan thought he was a little confused just waking up from a nap, and didn't care: "Sorry, I woke you up. As soon as the matter was over, I wanted to come back as soon as possible. Fortunately, someone refunded the ticket, otherwise it would really be delayed until next Monday... "

Zephyran naturally leaned closer and kissed him on the lips.Sharibel felt the cold air brought in from the outside by the other party, and couldn't help shivering.

The young staff member put the overcoat he had taken off on him, and hugged him through the clothes: "Be careful of catching a cold."

Now it seems that I am really testing my acting skills.

Sharibel helped Zefiran carry the suitcase into the living room, and then went to the kitchen to make hot drinks for him.The lights in the apartment are gradually turned on, giving people a warm feeling immediately.It's just that there is one more person, and the constant space has become warm.

He brought out the hot honey water, and felt that Zephyran's attitude was no different from the past.It is neither a momentum of asking questions, nor an attitude of guilt.If I have to say it, I am a little eager to be happy.

I want to have a showdown as soon as possible, and then start a new life.

Sharibel pretended not to investigate, and tried his best to treat his lover who was about to become past tense with the attitude before he knew it, but no matter how he did it, he felt unnatural and obvious.For a while, I feel that I am dying and flattering the person in front of me;

Fidgeting, Zefeilan finished his cup of hot honey water, looked up at the wall clock: "We should go to sleep."

Saribel remained motionless.

While hesitating, the other party had already stood up and came to hold his hand: "What's wrong?"

He let Zephyran hold his fingers, looking up into his smiling eyes.Bright, moist, beautiful emerald green eyes, just staring at these eyes is enough to sting his eyes and heart.

"Don't you have anything to say?" Saribel asked.

Zefeilan blinked, as if slowly understanding what he meant, her ears turned red immediately: "...I miss you very much."

The make-up artist smiled sadly.

Come and cut the ropes of the gallows.

"Didn't you say we'll have a good talk when you come back? I'm ready."

He took a deep breath and found Zephyran's hand holding him strangely tighter, but chose to continue:

"If you decide to end the relationship, that's fine with me."

After a suffocating silence, the clenched hands slowly loosened.

Sharibel didn't dare to look up at him again, fearing that the other person's expression would wear away his little self-esteem and courage: "I've thought a lot these days. Or rather, I've reflected a lot. What happened last week... and Various other..."

He was incoherent, and his lover was silent.

"But before I leave I should at least tell you—"

The tune of "Goodbye My Love" played in his head, and after the breakup, Joanne sang to Maureen: "I would give my death for everything the angel has gone through, for a person who is willing to live for me, a person who fearlessly will' I love you' said the man."

The chaotic thoughts and words receded, and the idea of ​​pursuing responsibility also disappeared. He couldn't remember the questions he wanted to ask Zephilan. The other party read it.

Saribel held up the hand that was loosely holding him, and kissed reverently.

"I love you."

TBC