shallow affection

Leo is an online name. Jian Qingli doesn't know what this person's last name is in real life, whether he is beautiful or ugly.He had met the man shortly after his mother's death.At that time, Leo took the initiative to send him a message, claiming to follow his homepage for a long time, and especially liked his photography works, but after reading his latest news, he felt not in a good mood, so he came to ask him if he encountered any difficulties.

During that time, Jian Qingli was indeed in great pain. The hasty death of his mother was a great blow to him. Although he repeatedly comforted himself that "they owe each other nothing", his emotions always went against his reason. black hole.

I want to talk, but I don't know where to start, and I'm afraid of disturbing my friend's life; I want to cry and make a scene, but my eyes are so dry that I can't shed tears.Eating and drinking hard, exercising vigorously, and going to one metal music scene after another can't relieve the emptiness and loneliness in my heart.

That feeling was very similar to his dazed state after breaking up with Fang Mingzhan, but it was a little different.After all, the latter was his own fault, and Ye Xiang's death was simply God's ruthless attempt to fry people's lives.

Later, it was his favorite photography that rescued him from the suffocating life. During that time, Jian Qingli didn’t accept business orders, and walked around with equipment on his back, taking pictures of many ruins, sunsets and aging human bodies.

Leo appeared at that time, pulling him out of the mud bit by bit with the attitude of a gentle listener.

Jian Qingli was afraid of disturbing her friends in real life, but she didn't have such a big burden on the strangers she met on the Internet.In particular, the other party also expressed goodwill—he observed himself, could see his emotions from the subtle changes in the style of the photos, and even the light and shadow arrangement, and came here to care, all of which moved Jian Qingli.

So those words in my heart that were stuck in my throat poured out in the middle of the night.

You never know what kind of person is on the other end of the network cable, or what kind of dog can type. At that time, Jian Qingli's thoughts were simple, his mother died, he was very sad, and he wanted to speak out.For that Leo, it was nothing more than hearing a stranger's story.They didn't ask each other's real names, didn't ask to see each other's photos, and didn't add WeChat. They just talked and listened to each other, and reviewed Ye Xiang's life carefully.

The more he got in touch with, the more Jian Qingli could feel a strange intimacy and familiarity in Leo, but he didn't dare to speculate deeply.He clicked on the other party's homepage, trying to find clues, but the only post Leo had was a photo of seabed coral.

They chatted for almost three months, not every day, but more frequently in the first month, and then Jian Qingli gradually came out of the sadness and returned to work step by step, the number of times the two talked less.But he has not forgotten Leo, and still shares interesting things about life with him from time to time.

During that time, he was really fascinated by this man who used the system's own avatar, and even had the idea of ​​meeting him that he shouldn't have.Before he could sort out his chaotic thoughts, Leo disappeared without warning. As of today, the last login time displayed on the homepage interface was nine months ago.

His appearance and departure are like a dream, as if he came here just to heal him.

Until now, Jian Qingli still sends messages to Leo, sometimes just talking about trivial and innocuous things, as casually as chatting with an old friend, although those messages have always been unread.

The next day Jian Qingli woke up very late, and the sequelae of intense sex | love appeared on her body.He got out of bed sleepily, yawned and opened the door, and went out naked.

With a sound of "thrust pull", the living room curtains that had just been opened were closed again.Jian Qingli has not yet adapted to the bright sunlight, and the mild darkness returned before her eyes.

Fang Mingzhan said displeased: "Can you put on your clothes?"

"Isn't this just going to get it? I threw it in the bathroom last night." Jian Qingli walked into the bathroom generously, leaving Fang Mingzhan with a back view, patches of light blue on the waist and back, faint red between the buttocks , making people imagine.

He put on the crumpled clothes from yesterday, took a handful of water and splashed it on his face to wake himself up.Fangmingzhan probably doesn't use the bathroom on the first floor very often. The toothbrush and facial cleanser are all new, as if prepared for guests.Jian Qingli picked it up and looked at it for a while, then opened the seal neatly.After brushing his teeth, he even styled his hair with Fang Mingzhan's hairspray.

When he came out of the bathroom refreshed, he found Fang Mingzhan sitting in the dining room having breakfast.The apartment was small, so the dining table was arranged near the cooking counter. When Jian Qingli approached, he could smell the smell of fried eggs.

"What are you eating?" He didn't follow social etiquette at all, and put his chest against Fang Mingzhan's back, because they sat and stood, Jian Qingli's position was higher, and as soon as he spoke, his warm breath sprayed on the In Fang Mingzhan's ears, "Boss Fang is so stingy, he only cooks his own breakfast."

Fang Mingzhan frowned, leaning to one side, trying to avoid him.In the end, Jian Qingli bent down, rested her chin on Fang Mingzhan's shoulder, and said in the tone of the silly, white and sweet heroine in the second TV series, "Give me a bite."

Not knowing if it had dampened Fang Mingzhan's appetite, he put down the knife and fork.Jian Qingli regarded him as acquiescing, picked up the tableware kindly, forked the remaining half of the fried egg and began to chew.

The crunching sound rang right next to Fang Mingzhan's ears, and the itchy air still lingered.He frowned: "Can you find a chair and sit down by yourself?"

"Can't sit down," Jian Qingli said confidently, "Butt hurts."

Fang Mingzhan stopped talking, and he still wanted to be obedient: "Fang Mingzhan, you are so cruel, you always treat your one-night stands like this? You don't even give them a meal."

Fang Mingzhan sneered: "I don't think you've been fucked enough."

"Then do you still want to do it?" Jian Qingli rolled his eyes and let out an ambiguous laugh, "I think this table is pretty good."

Fang Mingzhan cast his eyes aside: "Not interested."

"Duplicity." Jian Qingli casually pricked half a piece of bacon, with his chin resting on Fang Mingzhan's shoulder, eating with relish.He suddenly thought, "You eat half of these, is it for me?"

"I keep it for the dogs."

"Where is there a dog?" Jian Qingli looked around seriously.

"A stray dog ​​by the side of the road."

"So Mr. Fang is so caring." Jian Qingli sighed in admiration.

At this time the plate was empty, he put down the knife and fork, supported Fang Mingzhan's shoulder, and stood up reluctantly.

Fang Mingzhan breathed a sigh of relief calmly, pushed away the high-back chair and stood up, facing Jian Qingli.In an instant, the altitude advantage was reversed.

"You don't work?"

"I'm a freelancer. I told you yesterday, but you forgot."

Fang Mingzhan's tone was bad: "You don't go to work, I have to go to work."

Jian Qingli shrugged, and suddenly realized: "You are waiting for me."

Fang Mingzhan came to the entrance, picked up the coat hanging on the coat rack, and put it on. Jian Qingli's flight jacket fell at his feet. He bent down to pick it up, and threw it back without looking back.

Jian Qingli reached out to grab the clothes, and followed Fang Mingzhan out the door while putting them on.

For the long-lost ex, the closed and quiet elevator room is simply torture.Jian Qingli put his hands in his jacket pockets, put his body weight on his left leg, bent his right leg lazily, and tapped his heel on the ground continuously.Fang Mingzhan glanced at him unhappily, as if the noise made by Jian Qingli disturbed his purity.

Jian Qingli smiled brightly, and asked quite proudly, "Are you late?"

Fang Mingzhan's tone could not be heard: "Are you happy that I am late?"

"Why, I'm such a heartless person. I just thought..." There was a sly light in his eyes, "Since it's already late, can you take me back to the bar."

The elevator reached the basement floor, Fang Mingzhan strode out, and said in a low voice, "Why, I didn't satisfy you last night."

"Where are you going? My car is parked there." Jian Qingli blamed him, "You were so hungry and thirsty last night, you kept urging me to leave, and I didn't even have time to say that I have a car."

Fang Mingzhan opened the passenger door, and with a big movement, with a little imperceptible embarrassment turning into anger, he coldly motioned Jian Qingli to get in the car.

Jian Qingli had a pain in her back and buttocks, and walked forward in small steps, and was about to get into the car, when she suddenly remembered something, turned around and put her arms around Fang Mingzhan's neck, and kissed Fang Mingzhan's cold side face, He smiled and said, "Thank you, Mr. Fang."

With a "bang", the car door almost closed against his thigh.

Jian Qingli held her chin and watched Fang Mingzhan go around to the driver's seat through the windshield.He couldn't see his expression clearly, but when Fang Mingzhan sat in, there was no trace of anger on his face.

After driving for a while, the atmosphere between the two became more and more dull. Jian Qingli found a topic: "Are you the chairman of Wenyue now?"

Fang Mingzhan cherished words like gold, and just nodded slightly.Jian Qingli searched her brains and couldn't think of what to talk about next, but Fang Mingzhan said: "Do you want the shares in the will?"

"Why, I don't care. The old man probably didn't ask a financial advisor when he made his will. He really thought he had tens of billions of assets."

Hearing his evaluation of their common biological father in this way, Fang Mingzhan slightly hooked the corners of his lips.

"Don't worry, I will never argue with you, there will be no brother-in-law fight between us."

The undissipated arc on Fang Mingzhan's face turned into a sarcasm: "There is no Yanqiang?"

"No," Jian Qingli put on an innocent look, staring straight ahead at the endless stretch of asphalt road ahead, muttering in a low voice, "At best, it's a lover's breakup."

Fang Mingzhan sneered: "You and I are lovers?"

Jian Qingli now understands that the biggest change that happened to Fang Mingzhan after four years of absence is that he is more reticent, and once he speaks, his words are pungent and sharp.

Being embarrassed, the phone that kept ringing saved him.

He picked it up, and before he could say a word, there was a roar from the other end: "Big photographer, here is the film I want! Film film film film!"

Jian Qingli took the mobile phone away, and waited for Zhong Youling to finish yelling, and then said slowly: "The repair is almost done, and I will send it to you later."

"Send it to me before twelve o'clock. If you dare to be one minute late, I won't spare you!" After Zhong Youling threatened, the phone hung up.

Jian Qingli felt that Fang Mingzhan glanced at him, and explained: "Party A's mother, I can't afford to provoke her."

"What film?" Fang Mingzhan rarely cared about his work.

"The model picture taken yesterday morning."

"Which magazine?"

"A second-rate fashion magazine that almost went bankrupt and then suddenly withered. It's called "hifashion." Jian Qingli shrugged, with a relaxed expression on his face, "It's time to eat."

Fang Mingzhan pulled over and parked the car, Nightingale's signboard looked a bit listless in the daytime, he pointed and said, "Here we are."

Jian Qingli thanked him and was about to leave in a hurry. Fang Mingzhan called him suddenly, hesitated for a while, and asked, "What's your phone number?"

"What does this mean?" Jian Qingli put her face in front of the half-lowered car window, tilted her head to study Fang Mingzhan's expression, "Want to make a long-term appointment?"

Fang Mingzhan didn't speak, a few shallow vertical lines appeared between his brows, he just stared at him with a heavy strength in his eyes.

Jian Qingli raised her eyebrows and smiled with white teeth: "Of course I am willing."

He turned and walked towards his car, and waved his back to Fang Mingzhan, "The number hasn't changed, it's still the same."

Fang Mingzhan parked the car on the side of the road, and a few minutes later, he saw a Buick driving out from the rearview mirror, and at the speed of a tortoise, it went crookedly and tremblingly away between the two solid lines.