phantom hand

Zhao Qingyu said that only he knows where to look at the sea, but it is actually a private beach, because the owner is Zhao's old brother who has a life-long friendship, so Zhao Qingyu wants to come here without any hindrance.

It was a sunny day, and the sun seemed to be melting the asphalt.But when we get to the beach, when we hear the sound of the waves and feel the moisture of the sea, we feel much cooler in an instant.Ai Gang and Zhao Qingyu held a big coconut, bought two reclining chairs with extreme corruption, and then recklessly squandered half a day's leisure.

As Zhao Qingyu said, the sea under the sun seems to be covered with a layer of silver blanket, undulating with the waves, it is as beautiful as a painting.In front of the vast and vast ocean, everything is so small, so insignificant, looking at it, it seems to be able to dissipate the depression and hostility in happiness, and slowly, the whole person melts into the water and sky.

"It's beautiful." Although Zhao Qingyu has been here many times, he is still intoxicated by the scenery.

"Hmm." Ai Gang admired from the bottom of his heart.

Zhao Qingyu sighed, opened his arms and stretched a lot: "Phew, if I can have such a place in this life, it's worth dying for."

Ai Gang disagreed: "Then you don't do anything, just blow here?"

Zhao Qingyu has nothing to do with this incomprehensible person: "Of course, when you are in a good mood or when you are in a bad mood, you come here to sit. Don't you think this place seems to be able to purify the soul?"

Ai Gang thought about it seriously, and then said to Zhao Qingyu: "It's fine if you have such a beach in your heart. When you're bored, worried, or entangled, just look inside, er, purify yourself."

Zhao Qingyu wasn't sure whether Ai Gang was thinking deeply or just talking casually. If it was the former, he would feel that this guy was very thoughtful, and if it was the latter, he would think that the other party had entered the realm.So he tilted his head, looked at the other party for a long time, and slightly raised the corners of his mouth to spit out a very unflattering comment: "Idiot."

Ai Gang flattened his mouth and muttered inexplicably sadly: "I said you are more and more like Li Chuang, and you still don't admit it..."

The two of them stayed cozy on the beach until evening.

In the setting sun, the waves are like red silk, delicate and smooth.

Ai Gang didn't realize that he had brought his camera when the sun was halfway down, so he put it on the table and adjusted the angle and time, and forced Zhao Qingyu to squat down to take a photo with a hook on his shoulders and his back.Later, when I checked with the camera, I found that the two of them were squatting down. It was expected that the half-length photo would become a photo sticker, but the red sun almost took up all the background space, giving the photo a sense of nostalgia for the 70s and an atmosphere of student movement.

Zhao Qingyu was quite satisfied.

Ai Gang felt that Zhao Qingyu was satisfied and he was satisfied.

Then, in the sound of the broken waves, he told Zhao Qingyu his plan: "Grandma is getting old and not in good health, so I still want to stay with her for the past two years. If you like the Northeast, that's even better. My house is ready-made." If you still like Shenzhen, then I will run around and wait for her old lady to be sent away safely, and then I will come to you. Do you think it is okay?"

Zhao Qingyu listened quietly, his face as calm as water, but if he looked closely, the daze in his eyes could be clearly seen—the impact was so great that he had no time to adjust his precise expression.

He thought that this person just had a hot head, otherwise, could he not rush over to say hello?

He thought this person was just a temporary puberty sprout, otherwise he could be confused and couldn't tell why he liked him?

He thought it was just a gift from God for more than a week, and when he opened the box, the fragrance would last at least half a month.

He thought... He thought too much, but he never thought that this person would also think, and think so seriously, so far away, so seriously.

It seems that the misty future just popped into front of my eyes, very clear and within reach.You can even touch the gravel on it, rough and simple and beautiful.

For a moment, Zhao Qingyu thought of Li Chuang.He didn't know what was going on with that guy now, but he was sincerely grateful to him. If the two of them hadn't exchanged their souls, then the latter wouldn't exist.

Risky.

How lucky.

Ai Gang had been waiting for an answer, but Zhao Qingyu couldn't see the slightest emotion on his side face, as if he was just thinking, thinking, and frozen.He was a little anxious, but he didn't dare to make a sound to remind him, for fear that if the little girl would say "stinky rascal" in anger, he would be a disaster.

Fortunately, Zhao Qingyu didn't spoil the atmosphere so much, because Mr. Apple did all the spoiling of the atmosphere.

"Hello?" Zhao Qingyu didn't know why Han Mukun was looking for him again, but he couldn't ignore this person, "Is there something wrong?"

"Busy?" Han Mukun's voice sounded haggard.

Zhao Qingyu pushed away the probe and probed Ai Gougou with eyes full of curiosity, and said briefly: "No, you say."

"Oh, I still have some... no, it's your clothes," Han Mukun smiled helplessly, "I want to get rid of it, and ask the owner for advice."

Zhao Qingyu lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then slowly said: "It's not my clothes, nor his clothes, you can dispose of them, no one will wear them anymore."

Han Mukun was silent for a moment, then suddenly said: "You are cruel."

Zhao Qingyu squinted his eyes to see the slowly rising tide, and said in a calm tone, "To each other."

Without giving Han Mukun another chance to speak, Zhao Qingyu resolutely closed the line.

He was not quite at peace, but he couldn't tell whether he was more uncomfortable, more sympathetic, or more angry.He thought it must be uncomfortable for an old man to pack up his favorite things like a relic, but when he thought of the guy who was still alive but was denied and said he didn't care, the balance in his heart unconsciously tilted.

"Uh, who is it?" Ai Gang asked cautiously, with the posture that he wanted to get close, but he didn't dare to go overboard.

Looking at Ai Gang, Zhao Qingyu suddenly had a strange thought, and said intentionally: "It used to be a man."

Sure enough, Ai Gang blinked his eyes first, and after comprehending the spirit, his head drooped down together with his ears, and his eyes were dimmed, as dim as a burnt candle.After a while, Zhao Qingyu heard him ask sullenly: "How many friends have you talked about?"

Zhao Qingyu returned to the reclining chair in a leisurely manner, and said calmly, "Do you mean serious or not?"

Ai Gang raised his head with a snap, his eyes widened: "Is it still not serious?"

Zhao Qingyu just looked at him like that, smiling shallowly and wickedly.

Ai Gang couldn't move, as if he saw Medusa's eyes, he could only nah na: "I'm serious."

Zhao Qingyu nodded, thought about it for a long time, and then said truthfully: "No."

Ai Gang collapsed, and hurriedly said: "Isn't that serious?"

"It's just one of them," Zhao Qingyu sighed, "but he was abducted."

Ai Gang was filled with righteous indignation: "How can this be done!"

Zhao Qingyu tilted his head: "Huh?"

Ai Gang swallowed his saliva: "Uh, it's okay..."

Zhao Qingyu finally smiled for real, his eyes became Ai Gang's favorite Crescent Moon Spring, clear and transparent, crystal clear and charming.

Ai Gang felt that he was possessed.

He knew that Zhao Qingyu must be very attractive like this, but when he thought of another man who had touched him, rubbed against him, kissed him, and hugged him, he would... ah ah ah!I can't think about it anymore, otherwise he will easily jump on him and bite a man when he sees him.

"Hello." Zhao Qingyu suddenly called softly.

Ai Gang muffled: "Why?"

"Want to visit my house?"

"……what?"

"A small seaside city with clean air..."

"Ouch-"

"Take a little bit of coconut juice and it's all spilled, hey——"

At sea level, only half of the face of the setting sun remains.

The two lively shadows are stacked together, stretched very long, as if to extend forever.

Shenzhen, a villa area.

The part-time worker stuffed pieces of half-worn and not-new clothes into black plastic bags, with the same blank expression as when collecting garbage in the past. Han Mukun sat on the bed and looked at him quietly, making no sound, only smoking.

Han Niuniu suddenly rushed in from the outside, clutching the bag tightly, she forcibly pulled it out from the hand of the hourly worker, put it under her stomach, and then yelled fiercely at someone for the first time.

The part-time worker was frightened to death, and finally a different expression appeared on his face, and he looked at Han Mukun for help: "Boss, this..."

Han Mukun stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray, and shouted at Han Niuniu: "Come here!"

Han Niuniu trembled, and stopped screaming, but persistently lay on the plastic bag, looking at Han Mukun pitifully.

With hot air rising from the bottom of his eyes, Han Mukun took a deep breath, stood up suddenly, grabbed Han Niuniu's mane and pulled her up, regardless of Han Niuniu's whimpering and wailing, he kicked the bag out of the room viciously Door.

The part-time worker didn't dare to be negligent, so he crawled out, picked up the bag, and ran downstairs. After a while, Han Mukun heard the clear sound of closing the door, and then let go of his sadistic hand and gently arched his head into Niuniu's neck.

I don't know whether to remember to eat or not to hit Han Niuniu, so she yelled twice, and then gently licked Han Mukun's face with her tongue, like a caring little girl.