young sir

Pause: "...not interested."

"Oh, that's okay." Chang Yang smiled, "I'm sorry, Xiao Fang, I thought you were too."

Fang Nan looked at Chang Yang: "What is it?"

"It's the same person as me." Chang Yang put the plate back in the cupboard, turned around and said to Fang Nan, "I thought we were all of them."

Fang Nan focused on wiping the plate in his hand, and didn't speak for a long time.

After tidying up the kitchen, Chang Yang took out a cigarette case from his pocket: "Xiao Fang, accompany me to the yard to smoke one?"

The Italian roommate had gone to bed early, so Fang Nan went out with Chang Yang and walked to the garden at the door.He took the cigarette from Chang Yang, put it back in his pocket and didn't smoke it.

Chang Yang is a typical man with a well-established career.For example, Fang Nan is five years older, which also means that he is more mature and experienced than Fang Nan.

Holding the cigarette between the heels of two fingers, Chang Yang leaned against the fence in the garden, raised his head and slowly blew smoke rings.

"The person who communicated with you last time was your little boyfriend, right?" Chang Yang shook his head and looked at Fang Nan after shaking the cigarette ash.

Fang Nan nodded, as an admission.

He realized what Chang Yang's words in the kitchen meant.

Fang Nan asked the question Chang Yang asked him just now: "Brother Chang, are you too?"

Chang Yang raised his eyebrows: "Is the child enlightened?"

Fang Nan pursed his lips and remained silent, as if he didn't want to argue with Chang Yang.

"Okay, no more joking." Chang Yang stood up from the fence, "I've said it before, I'm the same kind of person as you."

Chang Yang said that both of them are 1.

Fang Nan: "..."

"What kind of posture do you young people like?" Chang Yang asked him, "Is it usually harmonious?"

"..." Fang Nan was silent for a while, "...we haven't tried it yet."

Chang Yang shook his fingertips holding the cigarette, and disbelief was written all over his face.It's not bad that Xiao Fang is a good boy, but he was unexpectedly a gentleman.

"Xiao Fang, young people still have to try more. After you go back, you can discuss it with that kid—"

Chang Yang began to teach him what he had learned all his life.

Fang Nan's ears felt hot, but he didn't know how to make Chang Yang stop.

If Bi Ziyun knew that at four or five o'clock in the morning, he and a senior who came out of the closet were standing on the side of the road in England to discuss their experience in bed, it is estimated that Bi Ziyun could directly pick up the little genius and throw him on his head.

The two stood outside and chatted about other things. Chang Yang said that Fang Nan's cooking skills were really good, and that Bi Ziyun enjoyed his time with him.

Finally found a chance to show off his children, Fang Nan dug out the photos of Bi Ziyun playing the violin and graduation photos on his phone, and handed them to Chang Yang.

After seeing the photos, Chang Yang praised his sister-in-law for being good. He was very satisfied as the eldest brother, and then asked, "Since you two are out of the closet, do you plan to get married in the future?"

Fang Nan's eyebrows twitched uncontrollably.

He didn't expect that Chang Yang would directly say this thought that had been lingering in his heart for a long time.

"I've considered it, but the conditions don't allow it." Fang Nan told Chang Yang, "It's not fair to him if it's just a formality."

"Not in China, but in the UK." Chang Yang said, "You ask him to apply for a visa, then come to apply for a civil partnership, go through the process at the registration center more than 20 days in advance, and then go through the review process in the county court. Register your marriage here."

After crushing the cigarette butts on his toes, Chang Yang took out his mobile phone and sent Fang Nan an electronic document via WeChat: "A registration center that can accept registrations for foreigners, a church that hosts same-sex weddings, the contact information of a local wedding planning company, and the appearance of the priest's master of ceremonies." Fee and so on, it’s all there, you can refer to it when the time comes.”

The file is in pdf format, with a total of more than 70 pages. It sorts out all the information about same-sex weddings in England, and also covers various matters from registration to the wedding scene.Each church lists the address, real-time photos and contact information of the person in charge, and the content contained is clear and comprehensive.

After reading it roughly, Fang Nan asked Chang Yang: "Brother Chang, where is this information?"

Chang Yang took out another cigarette from the cigarette case, leaned against the street lamp, and lit the fire: "I sorted it out myself."

Without waiting for Fang Nan to ask, Chang Yang suddenly put down the lighter in his hand, and laughed self-deprecatingly: "It's not like your brother and I haven't thought about marrying my partner."

Fang Nan looked at him, waiting for him to continue.

"Later..."

Chang Yang squinted his eyes and looked up at the smoke ring in the air: "We broke up, it seems that there is nothing later."

The two were chatting, and before they knew it, it was five o'clock in the morning, and Fang Nan gradually became sleepy.Chang Yang asked Fang Nan to go to bed first, and he would smoke outside for a while.

Back in the room on the second floor, through the window, Fang Nan saw Chang Yang in the garden.He leaned against the roadside fence, the cigarette in his hand was not lit, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After closing the door, Fang Nan made a WeChat call to Bi Ziyun, and the call was picked up in seconds.

It was still noon in China, and the ambient sound around Bi Ziyun was a bit noisy.He said that he had just finished cooking in the company's cafeteria, and asked Fang Nan why he woke up so early.

Seeing Chang Yang's figure stretched by the street lights downstairs, Fang Nan suddenly felt a strong desire.

He wanted to cherish the person on the phone.

After all, he still has Bi Ziyun thousands of miles away waiting for him to go home, but Brother Chang seems to have nothing left.

He didn't tell Bi Ziyun that he chatted with Chang Yang all night, and he didn't say that he couldn't sleep. He just listened to Bi Ziyun talking about what happened in the past few days for a long time, and then opened his mouth during Bi Ziyun's short pause: " Xiaoyun, I miss you very much."

A burst of laughter came from around Bi Ziyun, and he heard Bi Ziyun cough heavily, as if he had choked on something.

"You, wait a minute." He heard Bi Ziyun say on the other end of the phone.

The surrounding voices gradually quieted down. Bi Ziyun should have run to some place where no one was with his mobile phone.

Clearing her throat, Bi Ziyun said to him seriously but in a low voice, "Fang Nan, I miss you too."

Bi Ziyun told Fang Nan that he posted a Moments message this morning, and was seen by his colleagues during dinner.His colleagues liked and commented on 666 right in front of him, and Fang Nan just happened to call, so everyone was booing for a while.

After hanging up the phone after chatting, Fang Nan opened Bi Ziyun's WeChat circle of friends.

As early as a few hours ago, when Beijing time was still around four o'clock in the morning, Bi Ziyun reposted a song in Moments.He even added the lyrics of a song in a particularly pretentious way: "When I heard you say that I miss me, I keep my eyes open every night."

He couldn't see the comments of Bi Ziyun's colleagues, only Rabbit replied below with "Bi Ziyun, you are not mainstream".

Bi Ziyun sent this in the early morning, and he called at noon, saying that he missed Bi Ziyun very much.

Fang Nan locked the melatonin given by Brother Chang into the cabinet, leaned against the pillow and closed his eyes.

It was four in the morning London time and he couldn't sleep.

At four o'clock in the morning Beijing time, Bi Ziyun didn't fall asleep.

Perhaps in this world, there really is a space-time dislocation.They miss each other at the same time in different time zones, making it difficult to sleep.

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90. Winter of [-]

At the end of November, Bi Ziyun received an invitation from Rabbit, inviting him and Fang Nan to attend her wedding.

Rabbit and her boyfriend are college classmates. The two met in freshman year and formally got together in sophomore year.Both found jobs locally after graduation and stayed in Beijing.Rabbit studied journalism and joined a TV station as a choreographer. Her boyfriend is a graduate of the Broadcasting Department of Communication University. She has a tender and handsome face and works as a host on the channel where Rabbit works.Rabbit itself is taller than most girls, and usually stands with her boyfriend, just like a sister with her younger brother.

She used to joke with this group of high school friends, saying that others put flowers on cow dung, but when it was her turn, the young grass grew beside the rabbit's nest, and she ate up a handsome little guy like this.

Before going to the rabbit's wedding, Bi Ziyun made a special phone call with Fang Nan. The two discussed together and wrapped a big red envelope for the rabbit. They also bought a good set of cosmetics for the rabbit as a wedding gift.

After finishing get off work, Bi Ziyun set off directly from the law firm to attend the first wedding of her high school classmates.

After signing in at the hotel entrance, he followed the guidance of the on-site staff and found the seat specially arranged for him by the rabbit.

The layout of the wedding scene is Nordic forest style. There is a pine cone wreath in the center of the table, and the words "good sisters" are written on the wreath card.

good sister?

Looking around, it was obvious that almost all the people sitting at this table were men.

"..."

Sure enough, there is some truth to the rumor that nine out of ten men in Communication University are gay.Not long after he took his seat, he had already attracted the attention of half of the male compatriots at the table.

Seeing that the guests around were looking at him intentionally or unintentionally, Bi Ziyun put down his briefcase and greeted everyone politely: "Hi, I'm Yan Bingqi's high school classmate."

Seeing the exchange of glances between the people at the table, Bi Ziyun coughed lightly, and started looking for something to say: "...do you all know each other?"

"We are all Bingqi's college classmates." Someone said.

Before Bi Ziyun could speak, sit down