Big Fish Begonia

"Big Fish and Begonia" Author: Ying Jiehuo

Zhu Rong x Red Pine Nuts

Content tag: match made in heaven

Search keywords: Protagonist: Zhu Rong, Chisong Zi┃Supporting role: ┃Others: Zhu Song, Big Fish and Begonia

1. 【Zhu Song】RainyDay

He woke up to the sound of chaotic and anxious rain.

The sky outside the window was dark, a little bit like dark caramel, and it seemed that thunder was not far away.The rain has no intention of weakening. From the other end of the ground, there is a drum-like rhythm, and he is wrapped in the thicker and thicker darkness and rain. There is no threat from the wall, and the rainstorm The sound even gave him a vague sense of belonging.When someone left, he just waited in place.

He sat up cross-legged under a blanket, only to realize that he had fallen asleep here in a daze.In front of French windows.There was the remaining coffee on the coffee table behind him, and there was still a slight mist. He twisted his upper body and leaned over to reach for the cup. He almost knocked over, and a little bit of coffee stains fell on the brown carpet.He held it in his hands, the blanket slipped from his shoulders and piled around his waist.The room was filled with warmth, and the wall of the cup was still warm, and he began to recall what had happened before.

Speaking of which, quarreling can be regarded as a rare and common thing, which can be included in the daily routine of couples, but Chi Songzi feels that she is no longer the age where she can lose her temper willfully.He is no longer young—at least not as young as Zhu Rong.Zhu Rong—he sighed, this is the root cause.Often when he looked at Zhu Rong, he would subconsciously think back to his twenties. He was young and strong, with bright eyes and a bright heart.Chisongzi himself is not very old, just passed his thirties, but the age groups beginning with different numbers always seem to show different things.Falling in love with someone who is seven or eight years younger than me is still an experience I have never experienced, especially when something happened when he got along with him, these turning points are slowly changing the two people.

When I was a student, there was always a teacher who said that the big problems are just three steps of generation, analysis and solution.He abides by such rules and conscientiously handles every emotional crisis. The previous ones have been passed safely. Although the methods are not the same, in short, he has saved himself from danger every time.

These experiences are grinding him, but also consuming him.Chi Songzi really felt that his state of mind was quite different from before.

It was still pouring rain outside.It has been raining for a long time, and there is no light all day and all night. The temperature in this season is acceptable, but when it rains, it is freezing cold. When he goes out wrapped in a coat, he seems to hear the cracks between bones and bones because he can't bear it. The damp invaded and crunched, and the cold spiraled from the soles of the feet to the strands of the hair.But Zhu Rong is different.Zhu Rong seemed to be born in a ball of fire, born with incomparable enthusiasm, and his palms were always warm whenever they passed through the rain and cold. He always put his hands into his arms to disperse them The coolness around the red pine nuts.

They openly held hands many times on the street, but Chi Songzi couldn't calmly accept this kind of affection, and couldn't get rid of the shyness that followed him everywhere.

What do these two big men look like?He questioned Zhu Rong in this way, after taking his left hand away from the latter's palm again.

Holding the coffee in his left hand and leading him in the right, Zhu Rong carried his backpack and looked like a student. The big boy was occasionally slow, but he didn't hesitate at all on this issue.He couldn't help but pull Chisongzi's hand over, and his fingers were intertwined tightly: I'm holding my boyfriend, it's law-abiding and etiquette, what's wrong?

...with reasons and evidence that cannot be refuted.Chi Songzi choked on these words, a little angry but couldn't help being happy, so the topic ended here.

Red pine nuts took a sip of the coffee, after all, the lukewarm one was not as delicious as the piping hot one.His thoughts drifted far away, thinking of these instant brakes and trying to get back to the point—why were they arguing again this time?

Pretty young girls?no.

A relentless suitor?no.

Unspeakable meeting with parents?no.

He frowned, and when he woke up, he forgot all about the reason. He really had passed his best years.What kind of man has 41 flowers, all of them are fake things. The age of 30 seems to be the peak of the roller coaster. After that age, everything goes downhill.

People have to obey the old.

He knew that if he told Zhu Rong these worries, the latter would definitely criticize him for thinking all day long.After all, his little boyfriend is a "41 Flowers" theorist; but these worries are not just empty emotions, they are more like living in his mind -- what is the specific anxiety, it seems that he can't tell Anyway, it's not safe to hang in the air anyway.

It would be nice if it was a fairy.

If only I could live forever and be young forever.

Chisongzi occasionally thinks aimlessly like this.

——To grow old and not die is to be a thief, if Zhu Rong were here, he would definitely say so.

The rumbling thunder called his attention back, and Chi Songzi moved a little to the left, facing the row upon row of high-rise buildings outside the glass window, he was lucky enough to see a clear blue-purple lightning split the misty rain.Chi Songzi's heart ached again: That guy slammed the door and rushed out, did he bring an umbrella?

Many times, because of the impassable age difference, he subconsciously thinks that he is responsible for taking care of Zhu Rong. Zhu Rong is like him sometimes as a boyfriend, sometimes as a son, and sometimes as a younger brother.He couldn't help worrying about this and that, even though Zhu Rong had already declared that he was an adult and had grown up for many years, he still couldn't change this problem.

Does Zhu Rong bring an umbrella?Will it rain if I don't bring it?What's for dinner when there's no food at home?Will Zhu Rong apologize when he comes back?If you apologize, do you want to forgive him?If you don't apologize, should you bow your head first, or start a face-to-face contest?

Also, what were they arguing about?

And so on.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, with his back against the bed, facing the glass window, the patterns on the carpet slipped in through the loose trouser legs, tickling him.The sky was getting darker, and the sound of rain or thunder turned into a very rhythmic melody, like a lullaby, which made him fall asleep in it.He was still holding the coffee cup in both hands, his head was heavy, and there was a layer of sober consciousness warning himself whether he should put the cup on the coffee table so as not to spill it on the carpet, it would be difficult to clean——

The door lock is ringing.

Even in the midst of such noise, Chi Songzi still recognized the voice—it was Zhu Rong, Zhu Rong did this every time he opened the door, obviously the key should be turned to the right, but that stupid big guy always goes to the left first, how much did he say? It's useless, as if the habit has been ingrained.

The corresponding fixed conditioned reflex of Chisongzi is that when you hear such an annoying sound of using the wrong key, you should go to open the door.But today...he tugged at the blanket that had slipped off.

His back was facing the door, so he couldn't see Zhu Rong, nor could he hear the footsteps on the soft carpet.But he felt that warm mass——the temperature and breath of Zhu Rong, which could be materialized, and always enveloped him like a warm and fluffy cloud.That always made him feel safe.

Chi Songzi didn't turn his head, and finally waited until Zhu Rong stood in front of him.But he still frowned and raised his head - the raindrops on this man's body were dripping down, covering the imprint of the coffee he knocked down on the carpet; he imagined that from entering the house - even from the corridor, all the way It's all raindrops.Sure enough, the previous worries were not superfluous: his stunned Mr. Qing did run home in the heavy rain.

It was very dark outside, and the lights in the room were not turned on, so Chisongzi couldn't see Zhu Rong's appearance clearly.Zhu Rong itself is very tall, and Chisongzi's line of sight is now low. From this elevation angle, the former looks like a mountain; Mr. Lengtouqing is naturally soaked in the rainstorm, and his hair is stuck together in locks. It hangs down obediently but branches in all directions. Somehow... it looks like a flourishing flame.

Chi Songzi's heart was pounding, and he couldn't figure out whether Zhu Rong was still angry or... Mr. Lengtouqing suddenly squatted down at this moment, Chi Songzi's eyes couldn't even keep up with the panning, and the familiar face was wet with rain. The face came up to him.

"..."

Gu Gu gaffe, speechless choke.About the feeling right now.

Chi Songzi didn't intend to speak first, he was always the type who needed someone to push him forward.He didn't speak, just looked at his boyfriend like this.Zhu Rong wiped the rainwater off his face, and he looked a bit like a large dog soaked through.Golden Retriever or Alaskan.

...he is so tall.Chi Songzi looked his boyfriend up and down a little bit, and sighed a little off topic in his heart.

The rain didn't stop, but the momentum weakened a bit in a coordinated manner, and the lights of thousands of families around them gradually lit up in the gloom.But their room was still dark, and there was an inexplicable atmosphere floating around.It's not the usual charming prelude but...almost mysterious, he thought of the clouds of smoke scattered all over the world in mythology.Chi Songzi wanted to move his legs, and subconsciously wanted to reach out to help Zhu Rong wipe off the dripping rainwater, but he didn't feel very good.

He was waiting for Zhu Rong to speak.

Then Zhu Rong spoke.The voice is mixed with some hoarseness after the rain.

"Are you hungry? Is there food at home? Should I take you out to eat or order takeaway?"

Three questions in a row