Xiao Lang Jing

Zhao Meng had an illusion that after reporting the string of addresses, Wei Xiaolong's expression softened a bit.He originally thought that the other party was just a newcomer to the provincial capital and was not familiar with the place of life. Zhao Meng realized the cause of the illusion belatedly when Wei Xiaolong delivered him steadily to the gate of the community.

He went back to the house where Song Qiran lived. A well-planned community like this is too extravagant for a foreigner like Zhao Meng who only occupies an establishment in the city. For convenience, just to avoid trouble, I gave an embarrassing explanation:

"It's shared with friends. The rent is shared, and it's not expensive."

Wei Xiaolong nodded, unlocked the car door, and just before Zhao Meng opened the car door to get out of the car, he suddenly called "Brother Meng".

Zhao Meng turned his head and met Wei Xiaolong's face with unclear emotions.

"Live with other people, smoke less, it will smell bad."

The corner of Zhao Meng's mouth twitched, and even Xie forgot to get out of the car.Today's Wei Xiaolong gave him a strange feeling, but he had no time to care about that weirdness, because Song Qiran was still waiting for him. Before entering the door, Zhao Meng observed his expression for a while in the elevator against the reflection of the metal plate, and then Unconsciously recalling Wei Xiaolong's strange words of persuasion, he inserted the key into the lock and slapped the coat on his body a few times.

He thought he had taken the remaining smell clean enough, but when the door opened, he could still smell the faint smell of tobacco in the air. Zhao Meng stopped wonderingly, only to realize that it was Song Qiran who had arrived home one step earlier than himself. He was standing by the window of the balcony, with a window slit open, holding a lighted cigarette in his hand.

Zhao Meng never knew that Song Qiran could smoke.He has spent many nights in this room, but he has never seen anything like a cigarette lighter. Usually, Song Qiran's body smells very fresh. It's hard to imagine him turning his back and bowing his head to light a fire.

He heard Zhao Meng open the door.

"I saw a car driving out, the license plate seems to be Qinghe's." Song Qiran said to himself, his volume was not loud, and Zhao Meng could only hear the vague content across the hall.He saw Song Qiran's one ear sideways, and the cold wind blowing in through the window slapped some shattered hair behind the ear, fine and soft, Zhao Meng changed his shoes, walked over to hold them, and wrapped the shattered hair around his fingertips.

Song Qiran leaned sideways into that warm palm.

"Didn't I tell you that I'm actually from Qinghe?"

"Your colleague mentioned it. It's the one who came to the house last time."

Song Qiran nodded.

"Yes, I almost forgot, he stayed there too."

He paused for a few seconds, then asked as if thinking of something:

"Did he say anything else to you?"

"No, he didn't tell me that you still smoke." Zhao Meng smiled lightly, embracing the person in front of him from behind. Their height difference was just right, and Zhao Meng could use the tip of his nose to touch Song Qiran's head with his straight body.

Song Qiran was taken aback, looked down, and hurriedly extinguished the cigarette he hadn't smoked for a few puffs.

"Isn't this annoying." Zhao Meng's words brought him back to his senses, and he scratched his hair before turning around.Then he completely pulled his attention back from the window, and looked at Zhao Meng with consulting eyes, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, and his brows were slightly frowned, showing a kind of cautious and vague cuteness.When Zhao Meng heard him say, "If you don't like it, then I won't touch it anymore." Suddenly, his heart was filled with tenderness, and he lowered his head to kiss him.

"No, you are always cute."

Song Qiran smiled at him, as if amused by such praise, he calmed down, his lingering eyes crawled over Zhao Meng's cheeks, every inch, examining the incomparably sincere eyes of that person with affection.

"Why do you feel good no matter what I do?" Song Qiran asked.

"You are the best I have ever seen, I don't even know why I met you." Zhao Meng replied, he embraced the person in front of him like hugging a beloved baby.

Song Qiran lightly tapped the corner of his lips with a slightly smoky fingertip.

"You're so stupid, even my parents don't think so."

Zhao Meng's movement to grab that hand froze in the air. This was the first time Song Qiran took the initiative to mention his parents, contacted the content of his conversation with Wei Xiaolong not long ago, and the pity that had always been hidden in Zhao Meng's heart broke through the ground. , overwhelmed the desire to raise his head just now, Song Qiran, who was close at hand, still looked like a beautiful and delicate little thing, but when he talked about his parents and family, his tone was unconcealably alienated, which made Zhao Mengdou feel a kind of Want to warm his impulse.

"Don't be afraid, my parents are your parents."

What he said was so absurd that even Song Qiran found it funny.

"Do you mean to propose?"

"Are you going to be my wife?"

"There is no gay marriage law in China. If we want to enter the same hukou, I can only call you brother."

"Then call brother, call a few more times and listen."

"No, no," Song Qiran pushed Zhao Meng away, and patted him on the cheek twice, "My parents are crazy about having another son, so I won't give you to them."

The two were chatting and joking, but Song Qiran suddenly mentioned the situation at home, which caught Zhao Meng by surprise.For their group, the attitude of their parents is always a very sensitive topic. The lucky ones who can openly talk about their families have always been a minority, and more often people will consciously avoid touching that switch.

But Song Qiran seemed to be unaffected by the drive.

"They have done test-tube babies twice, and I know it. At my mother's age, twice is the limit. For health reasons, the doctor strictly forbids them to try again, but my father still wants to go abroad to have a try. Luckily, I got sick and didn’t go. Last week they just went to the hospital for a physical examination, and they may need surgery, so they called me and said, if I have someone I like, I can bring them back to Qinghe to see them first. .”

Zhao Meng never expected that this would be what Song Qiran said lightly. Ever since Zhang Dachun leaked some old things on purpose or unintentionally last time, he has been busy drawing in his heart a picture of Song Qiran being neglected by his family because of his sexual orientation. The image of lack of love suddenly heard that the elders of the other party had the idea of ​​taking their boyfriend home to meet their parents, and there was no time to turn the brain circuit.

"Your parents...they...?"

He stammered, Song Qiran blinked, and said "Oh", understanding what he meant.

"My family has known about me for a long time, and they have no objection. Do you know that I have a wedding house in Qinghe? It's better than the current one, and even the parking space and the car are ready. The house type chosen by my mother, She is always very willing and unambiguous when she spends money for me. However, I have been staying in the provincial capital these years and haven’t been home for a long time. This time it may be because of my age. They are clamoring to arrange major life events for me, but I don’t understand what they are thinking. They actually said that they can help with the adoption procedures while they are still alive, so that even if the country does not recognize same-sex marriages, they can still be protected by law. There are companies in the family, how to divide inheritance rights and other messy issues, do you think they are crazy for wanting a cheap son?"

Song Qiran chuckled and began to shake his head.

"It's kind of weird, you know, I don't want to have multiple brothers in the legal sense. It's weird to watch one son fuck the other all day long. So I lied to them that there is no one they like. , you don't mind, do you?"

The conversation turned sharply to himself, and Zhao Meng almost bit his tongue unprepared.

Of course, he doesn't mind what he said. Besides, he mentioned things like inheritance rights, which have completely exceeded his estimates. There was only the simplest and purest emotional attraction between him and Song Qiran, and he didn't want to mess things up. too complicated.

"How come, I have my own parents, and of course I don't want to be someone else's son."

"Wow, I knew you'd say that,"

Song Qiran raised his head and looked at Zhao Meng happily and amusedly.

"They're different from my parents, aren't they?"

"what?"

"Your family members." Song Qiran replied, "My parents are very old-fashioned, but after all, they don't want to hand over the hard-working company to outsiders, so no matter what the only son does, he can get by. I like men. Although they feel disgraceful, they can only leave it to me in the end. But what your parents care about is you, right? I can feel it when you mentioned that there will be souvenirs from your hometown sent over. You are very close to them, and if one day, you have to face them, what are you going to do?"

Song Qiran's calm question did not carry any emotion that made Zhao Meng feel nervous. It was not a question, or asked Zhao Meng to choose between his family and his relationship. Promise to get it.That was just the simplest and pure question, which made Zhao Meng realize for the first time that Song Qiran was very likely and was seriously thinking about the future of the two of them.

He is very cautious and calm, and seems to be able to accept any answer Zhao Menghui gives.But Zhao Meng didn't have an answer.

He may be older than Song Qiran, but he has not lived a life that is clearer than the other party. For many years, he has been procrastinating from facing the possibility that Song Qiran mentioned. That kind of happiness for him is really rare for him, which makes him always have a kind of fluke mentality that he can't control himself, and he becomes instinctive to cherish all the good things that happen to him, but he is not willing to take the initiative to fight for it. Even if those good things took a turn in his life and then left, it was his fate, as it should be.Before meeting Song Qiran, he would never look forward to the next moment. Of course he knew that he would always fall in love with someone, but he never thought of forcing this person to have his participation for the rest of his life.

A lifetime is too long, and he has too many personnel and affairs on his shoulders, he is afraid that he will not be able to go that far.

Sometimes not making a choice is also a choice, Zhao Meng's silence shows everything.

Song Qiran saw Zhao Meng's eyes flinching from fear of gains and losses, he stared at those eyes, lost his mind for a moment, then leaned over and held the other's head down in his arms.

Zhao Mengfu stood there, surprised that Song Qiran was stroking the back of his head once and for all, as calmly as coaxing a frightened child.

"At least you didn't lie to me."

Song Qiran said that sentence as if he was very sighing, Zhao Meng never knew that there were people like him in this world who would be satisfied with cowardly escaping from reality.

"It doesn't matter, I will solve it, and it will be solved."

While comforting him like this, Song Qiran bent down with a smile and kissed Zhao Meng's slightly opened lips.The last image Zhao Meng still had was the faint and deep light hidden in Song Qiran's eyes. He heard Song Qiran whispering in his ear:

"Starting tomorrow, let's move in and live together."