best day

There were snowflakes in the cold winter night.

Dewey got out of the taxi, exhaled a few breaths, stomped his feet, and then mustered up the courage to walk towards Zheng Luolai's house.

He still couldn't wait.

Some things are not said, some things are not done, it is simply impossible to sleep.

Even after so long, no one is who they used to be.

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Ignoring the doorbell, he slammed on the door several times, and the door was quickly opened.

Zheng Luolai was still wearing clean home clothes, with a puzzled expression on his face: "What's the matter, didn't you go to your brother's house?"

"I want to talk to you." Dewey walked into the warm room, looked up and saw a strange young man sitting on the sofa, and immediately froze in place.

The man smiled when he saw this: "You have guests, I'll come back another day."

After speaking, he got up gracefully and said goodbye.

Although he left, there was a faint smell of cologne in the air.

Almost everyone knew about Zheng Luolai's debauchery past, but they just didn't expect...

Dewey reluctantly bent the corners of his mouth, feeling a bit stuck in his throat.

Zheng Luolai couldn't help but pressed his head: "Don't think about it, we are talking about business."

"What's the matter? What time is it?" Dewey pouted.

Zheng Luolai closed the door, put away the coffee on the table and found a bottle of juice and handed it to him: "Sit, what are you doing?"

Dewey froze for a moment with a tangled expression, and asked in a low voice, "You went back to Beijing to reconcile with me, right?"

"It was you who said that your home is in Beijing, and everything about you is in Beijing." Zheng Luolai was a little flattered and indifferent now, even though he was talking about such an important topic to him, there was no sense of tension between his brows and eyes. Still a bit ruffian, bad, as if time has never passed.

Dewey held the juice bottle tightly: "No, I'm just afraid...you're lying to me again."

Zheng Luolai said: "I've told you everything, you know exactly what I think, if I lie to you, the price will not be small..."

He suddenly laughed: "I sold my small company in New York."

Dewey looked up in surprise.

"I'm back, I want to give us a home in Beijing, I can start over again, I can start over countless times, as long as you are willing to be with me." Zheng Luolai stood by the sofa and said softly road.

Dewey didn't answer, just put his arms around his waist, and closed his eyes wearily.

Zheng Luolai stroked his short hair: "But I don't force you, you don't want your parents to be sad, I understand."

"If my mother doesn't want to, why do I still come to you? What else can I say when I come here in the middle of the night? You still say I'm the second, who is the second?" Dewey gradually let go, and leaned on the sofa a little discouraged. Said: "I really want to stop talking to you, but my mind is full of your business all day long... Hey."

"Er Meng." Zheng Luolai couldn't help but shouted with a smile.

As soon as Dewey raised his head, he leaned over and kissed him.

The tender kiss and suffocating hug instantly occupied the small world of the two of them.

But when Zheng Luolai couldn't help putting his hand into Dewey's clothes, Dewey immediately hid to the side with his face flushed.

Zheng Luolai was puzzled.

Ermeng stammered: "You, you don't have to force it, let's still be Plato."

"...Fuck me." Zheng Luolai choked up for a long time before holding back these two words, only feeling that the good atmosphere was completely destroyed by the inability to laugh or cry in his heart.

But Dewey immediately hugged him tightly again: "That... I like you, no matter what you are, I like you, really!"

I spoke quickly, for fear that I would stutter due to embarrassment if I slowed down.

Zheng Luolai has never been so excited and warm in his heart like this moment. He has become those emotional fools that he has always despised. Just because of a few undrafted love words, his heart beats faster and his fingertips tremble.

But after experiencing death, parting, and loneliness, and then facing the scenes that can only appear in dreams, all his rationality will be disintegrated together with those dark pasts in an instant. He can't control himself, he can only slightly Trembling, unable to let go.

But Ermeng, who brought him these feelings, still didn't know it, just muttered nonchalantly: "Okay, okay, have you eaten yet, I'll cook noodles for you, I can cook now Noodles!"

Zheng Luolai laughed: "I dare not eat it."

Dewey immediately pushed the guy away and argued, "What's your attitude!"

Zheng Luolai still laughed, watching him and not saying a word.

In the past, I just felt that facing a person who attracted me under such circumstances, it seemed that there was no other way but to use my body to find some sense of enjoyment.

But now it doesn't have to be.

Although I also want to hug him and possess him, but that is not the main purpose.

Just sitting on the couch like this was nice, looking into his bright eyes and hearing his unique voice.

Just being together is really nice.