secret galaxy

On the day of the subjective exam, it was raining lightly in Yuzhou. Liang Qian was holding an umbrella and waiting for Duan Xinghe outside the exam room. He was dressed in a black coat, tall and straight, with focused eyes, like a sentinel.

Several creeks converged on the asphalt road and flowed into the ditch cover, making a slight splash.

This sound is very soothing.

Duan Xinghe came out quickly and threw himself under Liang Qian's umbrella, his hair was covered with a thin layer of rain and mist, and his eyelashes were also damp.

Liang Qian grabbed his shoulders and asked, "How is it? What kind of weird case did you test this year?"

Duan Xinghe relayed the issue of criminal law, and discussed it with Liang Qian. The rain was still falling, and they walked slowly, feeling relaxed.

When we arrived at the parking lot, Liang Qian said, "This time we can celebrate."

He took Duan Xinghe to a creative private kitchen restaurant by the pier for dinner. The restaurant is very high, on the twentieth floor, and through the glass windows, one can see the gray-blue sea and sailing ships fading away.

Liang Qian asked for a bottle of red wine, and the waiter opened it and put it aside. When the dishes were served, he was almost awake.

Duan Xinghe rested his chin lazily, probably because he was tired, his sitting posture was not as dignified as usual, his long legs stretched casually, his toes touched Liang Qian's leather shoes, and he smiled a little foolishly.

Liang Qian raised his eyebrows, quickly clamped his crossed leg, and rubbed it lightly under the table. Through the cotton socks, the feeling was dull and warm, which aroused a tingling electric current.

Duan Xinghe struggled uncomfortably, took the opportunity of the waiter to deliver the meal to get rid of Liang Qian's shackles, and gave him a warning look.

Without restraint, Liang Qian blatantly held Duan Xinghe's hand resting on the dining table, and asked, "What are you looking at?"

The waiters are well-trained, and they only think that they are blind, serving the dishes, setting the dishes, and pouring red wine for the two of them.

"I'm looking at the photos taken by Jian Qingli," Duan Xinghe held up the phone in front of Liang Qian, his tone implied surprise, "This is Yunhai Park."

"Jian Qingli?" Liang Qian was taken aback for a moment, and soon remembered the handsome man with half-long hair who liked to play pranks. Alarm bells rang in his heart, "Why do you have his WeChat?"

"We added it when he came to the law firm last time."

"Didn't it mean you didn't know him well?"

Duan Xinghe smiled faintly, pursed his lips and looked at Liang Qian, smiled again after a few seconds, and explained: "I'm not familiar with it, so I added it by chance, he helped me before."

Liang Qian wasn't really jealous, he was just teasing Duan Xinghe for fun. Hearing this, he restrained his teasing expression, and asked concerned: "When were you in Cangshi?"

"Ah."

"what happened?"

"At that time, I was working in a bar," Duan Xinghe said thank you to the waiter, and when the man walked away, he stopped talking, and put a piece of ribs on Liang Qian, trying to get away with it.

Liang Qian knocked on the table: "And then?"

Duan Xinghe's trick didn't work, so he had no choice but to confess: "One night, a guest came to the bar, who looked a lot like you."

"Like me?" Liang Qian didn't expect such an inside story.

"Yeah," Duan Xinghe continued, avoiding his gaze, "the light was very dim, I thought it was really you, so I went over to say hello, only to find out that I was wrong when I went. That person was very rude, and he drank too much. There was a little conflict with me. The boss didn't let us do anything with the guests, so... Jian Qingli happened to be by the side at the time and helped me deal with the trouble."

A few months ago at the hotel, the clip of Duan Xinghe blaming himself for throwing wine at him came to mind, and Liang Qian said, "So that's how it is."

"Yeah." Duan Xinghe lowered his head to pick crabs, and concentrated on fighting against the food on the plate. Liang Qian drank a few sips of red wine, tasted the bitterness, and didn't taste the sweetness at all.

After a moment of silence, he raised his glass: "Come on, congratulations on passing the legal test."

Duan Xinghe clinked glasses with him, and smiled embarrassedly: "The results haven't come out yet."

Liang Qian looked determined: "It will definitely pass."

Because Duan Xinghe is smart, hardworking, self-disciplined, and strong, he has given too much, and deserves a good harvest.During the period of living together, Liang Qian sometimes woke up in the middle of the night, and he could still see him nestling in a corner reading a book, guarding a small lamp, not moving for a long time.This scene always makes Liang Qian very sad. He feels that Duan Xinghe is like a seed that takes root everywhere. No matter how bad the environment is, it is desperately trying to germinate, grow hard, and flourish alone.He lived too hard, no matter how cruel God is, he should give him the gift he deserves.

"I'm enough," Duan Xinghe covered his wine glass, a red cloud appeared on his cheeks, "Don't try to get me drunk."

"That's how much," Liang Qian shook the bottle, hinting meaningfully, "You really don't want to drink anymore? Be careful there's a ring underneath."

Duan Xinghe twitched his fingers covering the wine glass. He didn't know whether it was because of nervousness or shyness, and his face turned even redder. Liang Qian held his wrist, and effortlessly removed the cover, and the dark red liquid poured into the goblet. Amidst the gurgling sound, Duan Xinghe sneaked a peek at it from the corner of his eye.

Liang Qian sat back on the chair, smiled mischievously and slyly: "I believe it, how could I use such a crude method."

Duan Xinghe picked up the wine glass and poured most of it down hastily and abruptly. Some of the wine overflowed his lips. He stuck out his tongue to lick it off, then turned his head to look at the scenery outside the window, and refused to talk to Liang Qian.

In the distance, the sky is drooping, seabirds are circling, and the gray clouds are swaying in the wind, sometimes wrinkling and sometimes stretching, a peaceful scene.

Liang Qian picked up his mobile phone and took a picture of the scenery and Duan Xinghe in the scenery.

After lunch, they went to the theater to watch a movie. The movie was randomly selected. There were only five or six audiences in the audience.

The subsequent development is not new. With the sad background music, the memories of youth slowly unfold.

Duan Xinghe became sleepy halfway through, twisting and turning on the seat, trying to find a comfortable position, Liang Qian wanted to laugh, pressed his head on his shoulder, and said, "Go to sleep."

Duan Xinghe pillowed him, took a nap and opened his eyes again, staring at the screen and asking: "Are you together?"

"No." The movie was playing a class reunion, and in the lively box, the hero and heroine exchanged awkward but polite greetings. Liang Qian asked Duan Xinghe, "Do you remember our party in Beijing when we were juniors?"

"Ah."

"You don't feel that I like you?"

Duan Xinghe was stunned for a moment, slowly sat up straight, and answered after a while: "I'm not sure."

At the end of the movie, the protagonist still failed to reunite, and passed by on the train in the opposite direction.Liang Qian left the venue yawning, called a substitute driver, and asked them to drive the car back to Jinyi Jiayuan.

"What time will you pick up your aunt tomorrow?"

"Departure at ten o'clock," Duan Xinghe pressed the elevator floor, and said: "You rest, I'll take the high-speed train to go."

"How about that?"

It is impossible for the two of them to hide it for a lifetime. Before the matter is exposed, Liang Qian plans to gain more goodwill. When the day comes when he confesses, he hopes that Sun Juan can read it for his sake and avoid hitting him twice.

The door opened, and there was a suitcase standing in the entrance, Duan Xinghe's eyes darkened: "You packed everything."

"Ah."

"What are you doing?" Liang Qian couldn't see him feeling guilty, "I didn't take much, maybe I'll be back soon."

Duan Xinghe smiled.

Liang Qian lowered his head to kiss him, his lips were reluctant to part when they touched each other, the remaining aroma of red wine lingered on the tip of his tongue, and the ambiguous sound of sucking filled his ears, they both opened their eyes, and the kiss was deep and true.

Jackets, trousers, and sweaters were thrown on the floor one by one, and the landing point gradually extended to the bedroom.Liang Qian and Duan Xinghe tumbled and fell on the bed, naked, rolling and entangled, as the air warmed up, honey-like sweat broke out from their bodies.

Duan Xinghe is always reluctant to let go, but today he is extraordinarily enthusiastic. Not only did he scratch many red marks on Liang Qian's back, but he was also very persistent in kissing, as if he was holding back his strength and vowed to take the lead.

Fighting and fighting, desire is like a prairie fire, out of control.

When everything was over, the sun had already set into the sea, and the sky was completely dark.They lay on the wet and sticky sheets, panting heavily, slouching and refusing to move.

"Hey, it can last for half a month." Liang Qian sighed contentedly.

Duan Xinghe bent his knees and lay down facing him, his bright red lips murmured, as if he wanted to say something, but he struggled for a long time, and he still couldn't form a word.

"Huh?" Liang Qian stared into his dark eyes, understood the meaning, smiled, and said word by word, "I love you too."