REMIX

We turned on the light and lay on the bed smoking a cigarette together.

In the summer night, the cool breeze is blowing, and the lighting is also suitable. He lay on his side, turned on the lighter above me, inhaled while igniting it, and his cheeks were sexy. In the movie, like illusory smoke, even if it is a beautiful plot, in retrospect, there are only fragmented touches left, and no specific feelings can be pieced together.

—I confess.

There is always an unexpected gap between reality and imagination, just like I did not expect to confess my love easily in such a disheveled, confused and embarrassing situation.

Even if it is not the auspicious day that Fatty He said, it is at least the first love, and it must be kept as a sweet memory in old age.

I ended up not even getting my pants on.

The confession object is also so helpful.

And what aroused me a little melancholy was that the secret love that was sealed in my heart that no one knew about it has completely become a thing of the past from today onwards.

He put his thumb and index finger together, and handed the cigarette he took a puff to my mouth. I smoked it and said, is this considered an afterthought?

He knocked the cigarette butt in the ashtray by the bed and said, it's yours, not mine.

I took a shower and wore his clothes, which were a size up and hung loosely on my body, which didn't affect the overall appearance too much.But the fact of "wearing his clothes" itself has extraordinary significance, so when I stood in front of the mirror and wiped my hair, my heart was actually a little turbulent.

I have felt a sharp drop in my IQ.

But there was nothing to do.

He touched my stomach, "Are you hungry?"

"A bit."

"Order takeaway." He smoked a cigarette and got out of bed, lowered his head and buttoned two shirt buttons, "I haven't changed my pajamas all afternoon, and I don't feel too lazy to go out at night... Do you want pizza?"

I nodded, watched him pick up the phone, and asked again, "Then what are you going to do?"

With a look of blaming me for asking questions knowingly, he raised one corner of his mouth, "Are you in love?"

I tried to calmly turn my eyes to the door, and silently removed his hand hooked on my collar.

At this time, there was a sound of TV dubbing from downstairs. He picked me up from the bed, and the two of them went downstairs to take a look. us.

On the screen was a tearful Korean actress, her eyes were red like a fungal infection, and she was holding the actor's hand tightly, "If Oppa leaves me, I really don't know what to do!"

It is really hard for people to have the courage to look directly at this situation.

I looked at Gong Junye hesitantly, feeling that he must have been greatly hurt in his heart.He covered half of his face with one hand, and heaved a long sigh, "...I told you not to follow dramas at my house, you..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a man sitting in the middle holding a box of toilet paper and waving his hand, "The finale, boss, can you bear it?"

"..."

"Anyway, when we go home, it's either about the wives and children, or we are chasing girls, driving cars and playing bridge. Life is very boring. I just want to quietly follow a TV series." A man turned his head and looked at me. , "Hey, it turns out that Young Master Gong has guests here, let me tell you earlier."

This time they finally realized my existence, and another group of ferocious spirits turned their heads in a well-trained manner, looking at me in unison. I immediately felt that my heart was under the same indiscriminate attack as Gong Junye, so I quickly lowered my head as a blow Say hello.

"Damn it, brother, are you okay? It's... have you passed eighteen?"

"Nineteen in a few days..."

My weak voice was immediately drowned in everyone's heated discussion like a stone thrown into water.

"Why can't it work? It means it's too good. The range of kills is down to eighteen to eighty..."

"Roll your mother's eighty hahahahahahahaha haha, the taste is too heavy, I dare not listen."

"After reading it, don't delay the date of the boss! Can you die with a wink?"

Gong Junye kicked them out of the house one by one, "If you don't repair it for a day, you're going to go to the house to tear up the tiles, leave me a few people in front, and go to work tomorrow as usual, just go and have a look at the pawnshop. The main reason is that there are two orders in the morning for me, and you brother Zhou will explain the specifics. If you mess up with me, you will live broadcast suicide at the gate of Wangfujing. If the blood does not splatter three meters away, it will only be considered a work-related injury. Do you hear me?"

"Okay." The person who closed the door at the end poked his head out before leaving, giggling, "Boss, do you have enough covers? Otherwise, I'll buy them for you..."

"The food delivery guy will come and bring it to me later," he stretched out a finger and swiped outside, "then get out."

"Go away, just go away."

"..."

He closed the door, touched the handsome face haggardly, "What the hell."

I decided not to speak for now.

Afraid to open my mouth and laugh out loud.

After a while, I followed him back to the living room: "You and your... people under your command have such a good relationship."

He walked over to the bar and picked up a half bottle of wine with an unknown name, "Brothers who work together, they treat me well, there is no need to boss me around."

"Instead of exchanging fear for loyalty, it's better to have a stable bond in this way." He took a sip from the bottle and stretched out his hand to scratch my nose, "You will understand when you grow up."

I quietly inserted my finger along his fingertips, and I was still talking, "Do you still think I'm that ten-year-old kid..."

"Yes baby." He thought for a while, then asked suddenly, "Is it time for your birthday, this month?"

"Well," I said, "Actually, I don't know when I was really born, and I didn't live it in a particularly grand way. It was just like that when I was eighteen."

"Don't," he blinked, "do me a favor and let me curry favor with you."

Although I am not used to accepting other people's things, I still smiled, "Okay, listen to you."

Before I raised my head, he grabbed my chin. He took a "hissy" breath, leaned his whole body up, and pressed his forehead against mine, "...what's the matter with me."

"When you smile, I want to kiss you."

He smelled slightly sweet of alcohol, and I was unprepared. The doorbell rang suddenly, scaring me to push him in a hurry, "Takeaway. I'll open the door."

——In any case, 19 and 28 are both very dangerous ages.