shallow affection

In the end, both Fang Mingzhan and Le Yang stayed, and the three sat around the table to eat together.The food boxes Le Yang brought were not wasted, and the Zhouji crayfish bought by Fang Mingzhan won Jian Qingli's favor.

It was quiet at the dinner table, and the atmosphere ranged from awkwardness to conviviality.Jian Qingli focused on talking about the lobster. He was not as elegant as the other two. His plastic gloves were torn long ago, his fingers were sticky, and the corners of his mouth were still stained with red soup.

Le Yang was in a heavy heart and uneasy. He thought that Jian Qingli would make trouble, because on the issue of how to know his address and see his circle of friends, he did deliberately use vague expressions to make Jian Qingli misunderstand Fang Mingzhan. .But Jian Qingli didn't ask anything, and when Fang Mingzhan came, it seemed that all the misunderstandings were naturally resolved. He was so lost before, but now he seemed happy and peaceful, which surprised Le Yang.

They are the strangest couple Le Yang has ever seen. He has the illusion of being played with in his hands. Although he can't find a clue, the feeling of being isolated and rejected is real.Le Yang understands that twisted melons are not sweet, but he has to twist them to know.

He absent-mindedly ate a few mouthfuls of rice, and saw that Jian Qingli liked crayfish, so he offered to help him peel the shrimp shells.Fang Mingzhan glanced at them and let Le Yang show his hospitality.

Shrimp shells gradually piled up on the dining table, and the soup splashed everywhere.Jian Qingli ate and drank enough, and sucked her fingers unsatisfied, showing a bit childish.Le Yang secretly looked at him, his lips were bright and red, a thin layer of sweat broke out from the tip of his nose, and a strand of broken hair was hanging down, he tossed it, trying to get it back, but the hair was stuck tighter on the sideburns up.

Le Yang really wanted to help him twist his hair away from behind his ears, and even stood up from the chair, intending to try it rudely, but Jian Qingli turned sideways and brought his face closer to Fang Mingzhan.He didn't speak, and Fang Mingzhan could understand it. He lifted his broken hair with his index finger and hooked it lightly.

Jian Qingli smiled and said, "Thank you Mr. Fang."

Le Yang was extremely depressed, he lowered his head and cleared the dining table.

"Give it to me," Fang Mingzhan picked up the umbrella and went downstairs to throw out the trash.

Only Jian Qingli and Le Yang were left in the apartment, looking at each other peacefully amidst the ticking of the clock on the wall.

Jian Qingli said: "Le Yang, after today, everything has changed. Don't talk nonsense about liking me anymore, and don't waste your time in vain."

Le Yang Qingxiu's face was a little distorted, he shook his head and said nothing, the corners of his downcast eyes showed a bit of pitifulness.

"You don't have to pretend to be confused. Didn't you already guess the relationship between me and Fang Mingzhan?"

Le Yang said passionately: "So what, it's all in the past. You are not reconciled now, right? My brother is 26, and he will definitely get married in the future. When he was in England, he also dated Girl. My second aunt is so traditional that it is impossible to accept his homosexuality, but I am different, I have already come out with my family."

Hearing him mention Yang Tong, Jian Qingli's expression changed slightly.With one hand behind his back, he touched the sharp corner of the edge of the chair, and smiled faintly at Le Yang.

Le Yang followed closely and asked: "If your relationship is really so good, why did you break up in the first place?"

"Nothing to do with you."

"Qing Li, don't reject me in a hurry." Le Yang confessed to him incoherently, so excited that he even used gestures, but unfortunately, Fang Mingzhan came back without saying a few words.

"Come on, I'll take you home," he said.

Le Yang felt upset, and originally wanted to refuse, but then he thought, if he left alone, wouldn't it be creating opportunities for Fang Mingzhan, so he nodded sullenly.

Jian Qingli sent them to the elevator entrance, but he didn't particularly favor anyone, and treated them both with smiles.

The rain stopped, and puddles of water pooled on the road, and the wheels ran over them, making a sizzling sound.The night washed by the heavy rain is extraordinarily clear, and everything is wiped off the dust, revealing its true colors.The street lights are brighter, an orange one, warm and lonely.

Le Yang was used to Fang Mingzhan's nonchalant silence.Like Jian Qingli, he doesn't blame himself, the resemblance is so jaw-dropping.

"Brother, I really want to chase after Jian Qingli."

Fang Mingzhan's posture was relaxed, with his left hand on the car window and his right hand on the steering wheel, he glanced at him as if nothing happened. "I advise you not to."

"But you are already in the past tense, and today he also said that he doesn't like you." Le Yang knew that he had no credibility, so he emphasized, "Really, I didn't lie to you with this sentence."

Fang Mingzhan twitched the corners of his mouth, but his eyes did not fluctuate.

"Besides, the second aunt won't agree with you being with boys."

"Do you threaten me?"

"I haven't." Le Yang said slowly, turning his gaze out of the window.

The rest of the journey was silent, Fang Mingzhan sent Le Yang downstairs, shifted gears and accelerated as soon as the door was closed, not bothering to listen to Le Yang's polite but hypocritical thanks.

After returning to his apartment, he received a WeChat message from Jian Qingli: "I'm sorry I shouldn't scold you today."

Fang Mingzhan didn't reply. Facing "Jian Qingli", he couldn't do it with ease, and he was more comfortable when talking to Cyan.

"Don't forget to visit the grave tomorrow." Jian Qingli reminded again.

"know."

"There will be a lot of people tomorrow, and I don't want to drive, so come and pick me up."

They used to be the closest and most familiar people. Across the screen, the cold text also carried a coquettish idiot.Fang Mingzhan replied: "Eight o'clock."

He knew that Jian Qingli liked to stay in bed, so he deliberately set the time so early for revenge.

But this trick didn't work in the end, because Jian Qingli woke up in the middle of the night, and listened to the sound of crackling raindrops until dawn.He thought of many people who passed away, such as his grandmother, a young widow, who worked so hard to bring up Ye Xiang. As a result, her daughter became pregnant out of wedlock, which was well known in the small county and became a joke. She drove her daughter out of the house in a rage , And stubbornly severed the parent-child relationship.Years later, she was seriously ill, and Ye Xiang took Jian Qingli back to visit her. The old man was delirious, his mouth was trembling and he couldn't utter coherent words, and his wrinkles were filled with dirty tears.Ye Xiang cried bitterly while hugging her mother, calling "Mom" loudly.After the old man passed away, she once told Jian Qingli that your grandma was soft-hearted and forgave me in the end.

In fact, grandma did not forgive. Based on her mouth shape, Jian Qingli guessed that the word the old man kept repeating when he was dying was "scroll", but he kept everything in his heart and did not try to break Ye Xiang's illusion.He knew that those plots that cleared up their suspicions at the dying moment were often not the truth, and it became the truth only because the living people needed it.

As for whether Ye Xiang's "Bury me next to your Uncle Jian" is true or not, it has become a question for Jian Qingli.He would rather believe that this was Ye Xiang's innermost thoughts, so he complied with her request and buried her near Jian Chenguan's tomb.

Every Qingming, the weather doesn't seem to be very friendly, and this year is no exception.Moist clouds are floating in the distance, and the raindrops like embroidery needles are scattered densely. Looking around, the world is shrouded in a dark mist.Jian Qingli leaned on the balcony railing and looked down at the pedestrians on the road. Some of them walked leisurely with umbrellas in their hands, some covered their eyebrows with their hands and walked hurriedly. A primary school student crossed the zebra crossing with a schoolbag on his back, and the red scarf around his neck fluttered in the wind.

During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and pedestrians on the road want to die. [Note] The ancients have exhausted all the good poems.

There was a knocking sound outside the apartment door, three polite knocks.Jian Qingli glanced at the time, it was 59:[-], very punctual.

"You're here." He opened the door and smiled at the man.

Because he was going to visit the grave, Fang Mingzhan wore a set of black clothes, with only a little shirt stripe on the neckline and cuffs.He is tall, well-proportioned, and has deep and three-dimensional features. Even when he is standing expressionless, he exudes surging hormones.

"You're so handsome today," Jian Qingli laughed and touched his chest, but Fang Mingzhan grabbed his wrist.

"Hurry up and change clothes."

"What's the rush?" Jian Qingli dragged him into the room, sniffed his nose, as if smelling a fragrance, and said, "I haven't eaten yet."

Fang Mingzhan had expected it a long time ago, and silently put the packed breakfast on the table.Jian Qingli exclaimed exaggeratedly, but didn't dare to look at him, and said jokingly, "Boss Fang is doing charity again."

Fang Mingzhan said impatiently, "I'll give you 10 minutes."

Jian Qingli drank soy milk and ate soup dumplings in a leisurely manner. He sat on a chair with his trouser legs rolled up, revealing a beautiful ankle.Fang Mingzhan waited idly in the living room, flipping through the magazines Jian Qingli bought.

"Have you taken down the piece of land in Yunzhi County?"

"Ah."

"What's the next step?" The soy milk had already been drunk, but Jian Qingli kept sucking, the paper cup was deflated and made a muffled gurgling sound.

"Acquisition of a pharmaceutical factory." Fang Mingzhan frowned at him, "Don't look for something to talk about."

"Why is there nothing to talk about, I can't chat with you." Jian Qingli complained a few words, and went back to the bedroom to change clothes.

The door of the bedroom was not closed, I don't know whether it was intentional or not.From the position of Fang Mingzhan, Jian Qingli's back can be clearly seen.At first glance, his body shape is the kind that rarely does outdoor sports. He is thin but not weak, with a thin layer of muscles, and his skin is ivory, with a soft luster.

He put on a dark brown sweater, took off his pajama pants, and put on a pair of black jeans.When she lowered her head and bent over, her buttocks, which are usually not so plump, turned up quite a bit, drawing a seductive arc.

"Fang Mingzhan, are you peeking at me?" Jian Qingli said lightly as she pulled up her pants.

Fang Mingzhan looked away and continued reading, pretending not to hear.Jian Qingli returned to the living room, grabbed a candy from the coffee table, tore off the package and threw it into her mouth.

"Eat candy?" He bared his teeth at Fang Mingzhan, revealing the pink candy on the tip of his tongue.

Fang Mingzhan closed the magazine, stood up calmly, and immediately stood half a head taller than Jian Qingli.Jian Qingli leaned forward to kiss him, trying to pry his lips open and give him something sweet.After kissing for a long time, Fang Mingzhan never let go. Jian Qingli wrinkled the clothes on his chest, and finally took a step back panting, condemning him with aggrieved eyes.

Fang Mingzhan looked down at him for a while, then suddenly raised his hand to pinch Jian Qingli's chin, and kissed him back violently and violently.Jian Qingli was caught off guard, only felt something soft and flexible squeezed between her lips, sweeping fiercely in her mouth.

He stretched his eyelids, swallowed subconsciously, and with a "gudong", the candy slid down his throat and fell.For a moment, his chest seemed to be blocked. Jian Qingli couldn't breathe, and his eyes were red from the pain. The redness spread from the corner of his eyes to his collarbone.

Fang Mingzhan finally let him go, pressed his thumb firmly on his lips, and said, "Eat it."