Migratory bird

It was already eleven o'clock when Zhang Zhuo arrived, and Luo Yan called on the phone. As soon as Takemewithyou's prelude sounded, Lin Ye's cell phone was thrown into Zhang Zhuo's arms like a hot potato.

"Hi auntie, I'm Zhang Zhuo, um, um, look at his situation, if it doesn't work, let him live in my house, after all, he took me in during Chinese New Year last year... It's okay, good auntie, goodbye."

"How did he drink like this?" Zhang Jue frowned at Lin Ye who was curled up on the sofa, but Lin Yiyue looked at him even more unkindly.

"I'm in a bad mood." Chen Yushan patted Lin Yiyue, "You wait at the door first, let's help him up."

Lin Ye, who had never been so indulgent before, was even more drunk this time. When he was pulled up, he was still moaning and whimpering unwillingly, but fortunately he was very obedient, not noisy, and when he was put on Zhang Zhuo's back He also rubbed the soft cashmere scarf of that person.

"Student Liao is not here, sorry for your trouble." Lin Yiyue said forcefully, "You must ensure his safety."

Student Liao?Liao Tiancheng?

He didn't know how to describe the feeling at that moment, but he was very upset when he heard that the first contact was not himself.

Zhang Hao grabbed Lin Ye's leg and weighed it. This young master was not so condescending to carry others, he was a little staggered, Chen Yushan helped him, he saw the hostility and sarcasm in Lin Yiyue's eyes became more obvious .

"Okay," Chen Yushan patted Lin Ye's head, "Yezi, pay attention to safety."

"Hmm..." Lin Ye snorted and nodded his head.

Zhang Jue didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he had to go downstairs tremblingly with his back on his back. He was afraid of bumping into him when he turned a corner, and he paid special attention to cushioning his hands. Lin Ye fell asleep again, his slightly hot breath hitting Zhang Jue's ears.

"Why did you drink so much?" After getting down from the apartment building, he had to walk down a long alley, where Zhang Zhuo's car was parked, and his family didn't know that he drove out secretly.

"Emotions, feelings, I have said so much and you didn't listen at all," Lin Ye replied in a daze, "Your eyes are all on my brother..."

...Why are my eyes on your brother?

Zhang Zhuo realized that the drunk cat thought of him as Chen Yushan, so he asked him helplessly just as he was about to speak... "Yushan," Lin Ye's voice was low and hoarse, as if he was trying to restrain himself, "I'm so envious You and my brother."

"He likes you too, I knew it a long time ago," Lin Ye sniffled, "He has been wearing the bracelet you gave him all the time; the sky and bird of paradise you threw away that day, my brother picked them up from the garbage dump I came back and put it in the most beautiful vase in our house; you asked him to throw away Zheng Ya's guitar, and he really never touched it again..."

"It's nice to be liked, and I want to be liked too. But he doesn't like me."

"Today's Valentine's Day..." Zhang Zhuo slowed down and said shyly, "You can call her, maybe we can be together." The "person Lin Ye likes" really exists, and for a moment he also felt that after drinking the same amount of wine as Lin Ye, the cold water collided back and forth in his stomach, and the whole world turned upside down.

"He doesn't like me..." Lin Ye pouted, but still tremblingly took out the phone from his pocket, "But I can't hold it back anymore, I really want to tell him."

Zhang Jue felt that Lin Ye was dishonest on his back, and looked at the small gap of light not far away: "Don't worry, get in the car later..."

His own cell phone rang.

"...Hey..." He couldn't move his hand, quickly swiped the handsfree and put it in his pocket, and replied with trembling lips.

"Hello? Is that Zhang Zhuo?" Lin Ye hooked his neck with one hand and freed his other hand to make a phone call. His voice was deliberately lowered, as if he was afraid of disturbing the person opposite, "Xin, happy new year."

"Valentine's Day is coming soon, happy..." Lin Ye seemed to have done something important, his whole body tensed up because of his nervousness, and his voice was almost disconnected, "Are you and Liu Xu together?"

"No, she went out to study..." Zhang Zhuo felt Lin Ye's fiery breath, and the lips that were talking, as if they were about to touch his neck in the next second.

"Oh..." Lin Ye responded, not knowing what emotion it was, "Then you two have to be together...don't quarrel, she's fine," he thought for a while and added, "It's you The most pleasing to my eyes among girlfriends..."

"Do you like that star projector?"

"...like."

"Just as long as you like it," he seemed to have received some precious promise, and he relaxed in satisfaction, his soft hair carelessly rubbed against Zhang Zhuo, "Then I'll hang up first, good night." Before Zhang Zhuo could answer, he said Hanging up in a self-conscious manner, he let out a long sigh of relief while paralyzing on the person's back.

"Yushan, look, I'm done." Lin Ye hummed triumphantly.

"Why don't you ask?" Zhang Zhuo's hand holding his leg was a little hard.

"He seems to like this girlfriend very much..." Lin Ye was wronged again when he heard the words, and whispered, "But I know he likes that gift."

Zhang Jue felt that the bracelet that Lin Ye had given him started to get hot and hot, as if it had to be branded.

"How much is that projector?" Zhang Zuo asked.

"It's okay..." Lin Ye wrapped his arms around Zhang Zhuo's neck and counted on his fingers, "It's only one or two thousand, although it's not expensive for him, but I think it's good."

"I want to give him the best."

Zhang Zuo paused, and asked in a muffled voice, "Then why haven't you confessed to him?"

"You said it yourself," Lin Ye tossed again, "Homosexuality is too bitter..."

"I don't want to see Zhang Zhuo being told by his mother that his mother is so fierce... Now it seems that he likes this girlfriend very much again. They seem to have a good life..."

"But I feel very aggrieved." He still couldn't hold back his nose after sucking for so long, "It's too bitter to be in love..."

The young man's voice was hoarse and broken, something hot was scratched along his empty collar to his heart, and he flinched in pain. "I like him so much, if only he could like me for a while."