Dig a spoonful of heart meat

Zou Shao was a little taken aback.

In my impression, that person would never be so active, and would never appear just right, so he was more inclined to hallucinate due to his high temperature.

He didn't even bother to take a detour, and just bumped into the phantom shadow.

The umbrella tilted violently for a moment, but the umbrella holder quickly straightened it back, but the water on the edge of the umbrella splashed out with the movement, drenching Tan Weifeng all over his body.

Very good, no one needs to open an umbrella now.

"Huh? You?" Zou Shao frowned, obviously not reacting, and even stretched out his hand to hit the person's shoulder.

is hard.

And temperature.

is a living person.

As the rain gradually subsided, Zou Shao was able to open his eyes and look at him.

The cuffs were slightly rolled up, and there were only a few drops of freshly splashed mud on the clean trouser legs.When he was not smiling, the corners of his eyes opened sharply like the light of a knife, his jaw line was tense, and the slight curvature of his Adam's apple was hidden in the dark neckline.

So clean, Zou Shao thought to himself.

He doesn't even know what he looks like now.

I didn't eat or sleep for dozens of hours, and the car bumped all the way, until the smell of the flowers made me want to vomit.Half covered in rain and half covered in mud, with clothes sticking to his body, he could vaguely see his muscular lines.

He guessed that half of his face must be pale and trembling with cold, and half of his face was flushed red, as if drunk.

Anyway, it's definitely not a person's appearance.

"What are you doing here?" Zou Shao said, his voice startled him a lot.

Probably because of the severe wind and cold, he was so hoarse that he almost broke his voice.

It's like fingernails scribbling desperately on the blackboard, with a particle-like friction and a sharp and piercing tremor.

"Oh yes, you said you wanted to come and talk to me." Zou Shao said with a smile, "Tell me, what are you talking about."

Zou Shao's lips turned white, but the area above his cheekbones was burnt red, including the corners of his eyes.I don't know if it's because I'm unhappy, or because I'm just stimulated by the rain.

The moment the smile, which was uglier than crying, spread, it was as if a pacemaker had been hammered when he was awake, and the pain was so painful that he couldn't breathe.

——Tan Weifeng called his homeroom teacher that night, she didn't hide it, and told everything.

Including family affairs, including his own affairs.

She said, "Don't you even know?"

The problem is, he really doesn't know.

Why don't you know?

So why did he, as a lover at the time, not stalking and asking about things that everyone knew.

Why is the other party still unwilling to tell me these things, but I need to hear them from others.

— after many years.

I was once tangled and at a loss, once closed and fearful, once resentful and puzzled, and finally resistance turned into a self-defense mechanism.

But what about him?

His heart may always be half-open, even if there is a mass of waste firewood burning in the door; but for himself, no matter how empty the room is, only the door must be locked tightly, so that the room looks resplendent, full and fertile.

The only person who has the key is willing to keep warm by the dry fire, roasting rotten fish, and staring at whether the door is opened from time to time.

"Speak, what do you want to talk about?" Zou Shaocai raised the corners of his mouth and slowly lowered it, his wet hair stuck to his forehead, as if he had patted a layer of evil on Yintang.

Qin Weifeng didn't say a word, put away the umbrella and supported it with one hand.The rain was not too light, and the color of the cloth on his shoulders instantly deepened a lot.

"You still hit it." Zou Shao narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "The rain is dirtier than your clothes."

"Why didn't you open an umbrella?" Tan Weifeng handed over the umbrella in his hand.

Probably really burnt out.

Zou Shao's gaze unscrupulously slid from the opponent's eyes to the toes, then wandered along the arm, and finally fell on the opponent's clean and thin white wrist.

He hooked the umbrella with his fingertips.

Zou Shao stretched out his hand to take it, but did not let go.

After being drenched in the rain for a long time, the palms of the hands are hot, and it is very comfortable to touch the back of the other's cool hands, which makes people reluctant to let go.

He lowered his head and watched the drops of water fall from the umbrella and hit the ground.

"Qin Weifeng, I don't quite understand what you mean now." Zou Shao didn't look up, "Sometimes he says he doesn't want me, and then he comes to talk to me; he says he likes me, but he still wants to guard against me. You Are you not tired?"

Tan Weifeng's gaze was deep, but he couldn't read it now.

I don't want to understand either.

"Speak clearly." Tan Weifeng gritted his teeth, as if words were squeezed out one by one from a gear, "Who didn't want who at the beginning."

"Don't" is a very subjective word. The moment you say it, you subconsciously put yourself in a disadvantaged position.Zou Shao might just express a meaning when he said it, but what Qin Weifeng said was more like describing a feeling.

Zou Shao didn't respond to this sentence, and said to himself.

"You are so nice. If I keep delaying you going down, will I be a sinner?" Zou Shao put the umbrella back into the opponent's hand, and began to walk slowly, "I'm too tired today. talk later."

"Did you have a fever?" Qin Weifeng suddenly said this in a moment his body missed.

It wasn't supposed to burn, but when this sentence came up, the sparks also burned into a natural disaster.

Zou Shao turned his head, his eyes were abnormally red, like blood bursting from the eyes of a cornered beast.

"Any individual will not get better after being exposed to so much rain." His body trembled slightly, but his tone was as usual, "It is the individual who will always get sick, get injured, and experience all kinds of unexpected things. It won't always be stable, and it won't always be as good as you. How high can you expect from a person?"

The two faced each other silently through the rain curtain, as if whoever looked away a little first would be completely defeated.

Let's go back, Zou Shao thought to himself.

"I haven't." Tan Weifeng said suddenly.

there is nothing?

"I don't expect what you can be like, but I hope you can be more sincere to me." He said, "You always take me for granted, but maybe you don't know me that well, right?"

My heart skipped a beat.

Tan Weifeng walked over. He was shorter than himself, but he couldn't see any weakness.

"Now shut up and listen to me." He said, "Your family members passed away two years ago. You injured your ankle at that time. Everyone thought you couldn't continue to take the physical exam. You were suspended from school and hospitalized for a long time. a period of time."

He didn't give Zou Shao time to respond, and he used declarative sentences.

Zou Shao's first reaction was not surprise, not: how did he know, but obsessed with his tone.

This indifferent, merciless, and even emotionless tone made Zou Shao feel comfortable.

He didn't reply, and waited for Tan Weifeng to finish speaking, without even feeling any heartbeat.

Probably really burned out.

"So you insisted on breaking up with me, suddenly and without warning, and you didn't dare to contact me for a long time afterwards. On the day of the breakup, you left the door behind, half leaned on the sofa, and didn't move, didn't you? Because of perfunctory, because you couldn't stand up at all at that time."

Zou Shao tried his best to recall the scene Tan Weifeng said in his mind. It seemed familiar, but it was too vague and distant.

"You may not remember very much, because you dare not recall." Tan Weifeng took a step forward, slightly raised his head and stared at Zou Shao, "Because you know that there is a problem with your own handling method."

Zou Shao never thought that there would be a day when this matter would be brought up in front of him and made explicit.But when Tan Weifeng really shared the facts, he didn't care.

He knows, so what?

"What's wrong with my way of handling it?" Zou Shao didn't retreat but advanced, leaning slightly and asked, "What do you think I should do? If you were me, what would you do? Qin Weifeng, you have been surrounded by everyone since childhood. I grew up bragging and holding my hand, I have never experienced my situation, how can I be qualified to say that I have a problem?"

They are so close, but every pore is facing each other.

"You may have misunderstood me." Qin Weifeng said with a slightly hoarse voice, "I'm not blaming you for the way you handle the problem, I'm blaming the way you handle the problem between us."

"Of course I am qualified to say that I am the person involved and also a victim. Why am I not qualified?" He gradually accelerated his speech, "You gave me the qualifications yourself. You said you liked me and how many words you said, do you remember? How many words?"

These words are not words, but knives, soaked in water.

The knife was cut into the stomach, and the water flooded the eyes.

"That's right, I've said it many times." Zou Shao forced a smile, but his eyes began to blur.

This time the wind and cold were probably really severe, he couldn't breathe in his heart and lungs, he had a splitting headache, it was as cold as ice, but his abdomen seemed to be burning with fire.

"But my liking may not be very valuable, especially if it is said verbally." His voice paused, "Or, when you like me, it is only valuable."

After saying this, he began to feel drowsy, his joints were sore, and his eyes were even half-closed.

Too sleepy to see the opponent's movements clearly.

A white shadow flashed across the gap, and then a muffled "boom" exploded beside the ear, and the corner of the mouth radiated a tearing pain.

Suddenly sober.

When he reacted, his head was slightly tilted to one side, and he could look down at the water under his feet, and his face was reflected in it.

The corners of the mouth were visibly bruised.

"Listen well, I like you, before and now. Including when you broke up with me, I just want to hit you, but I don't want to kill you."

Zou Shao was taken aback.

His eyes didn't move, he held his breath, and became a three-dimensional figure in a daze.

When Tan Weifeng said those words to him outside the library that day, Zou Shao actually thought of giving up.

He also understands very well in his heart that the old relationship that has been too long cannot be revived, after all, the ashes have been blown away by the wind long ago.

Unless they can start a fire on the concrete floor.

I have also imagined many scenes of confessing my heart, but I never thought of this situation.

"You... what did you just say?" Zou Shao's eyelids trembled slightly, but his gaze remained unchanged as if aiming at a target.

"Want to listen to it again?" Tan Weifeng clenched his fists again.

"Say it again." Zou Shao said, looking past the other's clenched hand, "It's best to switch sides this time."

Zou Shao saw that Tan Weifeng's brows were gradually tightening, and his fists were gradually clenched.

Zou Shao felt somewhat relieved.

He is greedy for the feeling that the other party brings to him, pain, joy, as long as it is touching, as long as he can hug.

Qin Weifeng loosened his fist again.

He didn't wave his hand.

He took a small step forward, wrapped his arms around his waist, and buried his face in the hollow of his shoulders.

A series of movements are smooth and natural, as if they have been repeated countless times.

"I know what day it is today." He said in a muffled voice, his breath was mixed with moist hot air hitting the collarbone, which made people have the urge to bite.

"It's too cold outside." The other party paused for a long time before continuing, "But I'm still here."

The clothes were soaked in water and stuck tightly to the body, giving people the illusion of intimacy. The temperature rose from every corner of the contact, gradually burning the clothes, burning away the flesh, leaving only the internal organs and bones.

The heart will hang high due to joy, and it will not fall down for a long time. The blood supply to the whole body is insufficient, so that the breathing becomes short of breath, the fingertips feel cold, and the mind becomes more and more dizzy.

He couldn't even remember where to put his hands when hugging.

"It's not cold anymore." Zou Shao responded.

The whole person was still a little dazed, and could only tightly hold onto the clothes behind the person's ribs to ensure the real feeling.

The ice on the outside of his body gradually melted, replaced by a ball of gorgeous fire, which gradually warmed his whole body, and his breath also became warm.

"Feng Shen." After a long time, Zou Shao said softly, "What you just said is true or not, is it because today is..."

Qin Weifeng straightened up, but did not leave his hand.

"And if so?" he said.

"Then I'm pretty happy, so far."

He didn't look away from Shang Tan Weifeng, as if he really didn't care.

But Tan Weifeng knew that it wasn't indifferent, but he didn't dare to ask others.

Tan Weifeng breathed a sigh of relief, pressed down on the back of the man's neck with one hand, and at the same time raised his head to meet him.

In my impression, the number of times the two kissed was already very few, and this was the first time that Tan Weifeng took the initiative.

The moment the tip of his tongue touched, Zou Shao realized that he had never forgotten it.

I haven't forgotten where to put my hands when hugging, and I haven't forgotten how many heartbeats per minute should be maintained when kissing.

Every time you say you like it, every time you touch each other, every time you feel emotionally moved.

Never dare to forget.

It wasn't until the sound of the rain stopped and the light of the sky broke through the clouds and mist, refracting seven colors hanging above the ground, that Zou Shao let go of him slightly.

They were all unbearably wet, and the coldness spread over them belatedly.

"Zou Shao, do you want to be with me? Seriously." Tan Weifeng said.

He asked knowingly, just want to make sure again and again.

The sky suddenly cleared up, as if he had drilled out of a cave, and was hit by the scorching sun at noon.

"Yes." Zou Shao looked straight into the other's eyes and said, his words were not serious, but he had a beginning and an end, giving people a sense of rigor.

"seriously."

Qin Weifeng moved the corners of his eyes slightly, but it turned a slight arc, but he looked much gentler.

Like a little happy.

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