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Liu Qijun drove towards Zheng Yuming's house. Unexpectedly, the road with few vehicles at midnight was full of people tonight. There is still a fluorescent stick in the bag.

He belatedly remembered that tomorrow is New Year's Day, and the new year is coming soon.

The night on New Year's Eve is always very lively. As he walked slowly in the traffic, his clamorous heart became more and more inflated, and his breathing became short of breath.

There was a magnified panic in his heart. The phone call just now made him feel uncomfortable.

Obviously the one who is not sure is Zheng Yuming, but he seems to be someone who is about to lose something important, even more uneasy than the person on the other end of the phone.

He couldn't wait to rush to him and tell him how he felt.

The journey that usually took half an hour took more than an hour today. Liu Qijun looked at his watch when he got off the car, and it was twelve minutes before the New Year.

He quickly ran to take the elevator, and met other residents who were about to go downstairs to have a carnival. A group of people were excitedly discussing where to go to welcome the arrival of the new year. Liu Qijun passed them by, and saw the vitality in their young eyes Suddenly, there was a kind of sadness that was caught off guard.

After 12 o'clock, he will usher in the No.30 year of his life.

China says, thirty years old.

At this age, a man should start a family and have his own world, but now his work is in chaos, and the person he likes is only a few floors away from him, but he is even more at a loss than him.

The elevator gradually went up, and several people came up halfway, but he was the only one standing in the corner of the elevator, with no trace of excitement on his face.

He stepped out of the elevator door, came to Zheng Yuming's house, and subconsciously looked at his watch. There were still 5 minutes left.

He stood at the door, waiting quietly, and he couldn't tell if it was because of fear.

The sound of the excited time telling from the TV party came from the neighbor’s house. When the clock struck midnight, the sound of crackling fireworks and firecrackers came from the TV. People happily said Happy New Year, and the blessings in their smiles seemed sincere full of hope.

He raised his hand and rang the doorbell.

After a while, Zheng Yuming's footsteps appeared behind the door: "Who is it?"

Facing the cat's eye on the door, Liu Qijun said, "It's me, Liu Qijun."

The other party's footsteps stopped at the door for a moment before slowly opening the door.

The moment the two looked at each other, Liu Qijun didn't immediately see his expression clearly.

The voice-activated lights in the corridor went out at this moment, and the whole floor was plunged into darkness.

The lights were turned off in the room, and in the darkness, Zheng Yuming stood in front of him wearing home clothes, his face was hidden in the shadow of the entrance, only his eyes were as deep as a pool, and he looked at him quietly: "Why are you here?"

"Happy New Year." Liu Qijun said softly, and approached him, finally seeing the expression of surprise and sadness on his face.

Liu Qijun hugged him into his arms tightly, as if trying to embed him in his bones.

Zheng Yuming, who was wearing thin home clothes, was very thin when hugged, and the temperature from the air conditioner still remained on his body. His face was pressed against Liu Qijun's. The soft and warm touch made Liu Qijun momentarily in a trance.He hugged him even tighter, breathed against his neck, lowered his voice and said in a deep voice, "Happy New Year, Zheng Yuming."

Zheng Yuming's hand was hanging by his side like this. Hearing the words, he slowly responded: "Happy New Year."

His voice was light and transparent, so erratic that it was unreal.

There was the sound of fireworks cracking outside the window, and colorful lights flashed faintly on the balcony, but the two just stood quietly at the entrance and hugged each other.

It wasn't until Zheng Yuming put his hand on Liu Qijun's waist and hugged him back that Liu Qijun smiled and said to him, "Is it cold? Come in?"

"En." Zheng Yuming let go of him, turned around and turned on the light.

Liu Qijun closed the door and followed him all the way in.

Zheng Yuming walked towards the kitchen: "I'm making coffee, I'll pour you a cup."

Liu Qijun hung his coat on the hanger in the entrance, changed his shoes, and followed closely behind.

Sure enough, Zheng Yuming was making coffee, and as soon as he entered the kitchen, he could smell the strong aroma of coffee.

He took out two coffee cups and set them aside, looking at the coffee pot.

"Why haven't you slept yet?" Liu Qijun asked standing behind him.

"I can't sleep." Zheng Yuming said truthfully, but he didn't look back at him.

Sensing his avoidance, Liu Qijun took two steps forward, wrapped his arms around his waist from behind, pressed against his neck and asked, "Still thinking about the phone call just now?"

Zheng Yuming rarely struggled, let him hold him, nodded his head and said lightly: "Yeah."

Liu Qijun didn't speak rashly, but asked, "Have you figured out anything?"

Zheng Yuming shook his head, his hair brushed against his face, itching.Liu Qijun rubbed for a while, watched him turn off the coffee pot, picked up the cup to pick up the coffee, and said, "What are you thinking, tell me."

Zheng Yuming raised his hand and handed him a cup of coffee, picked up another cup while he took the coffee, turned around and looked at him, with hesitation showing on his usually indifferent face.

Liu Qijun took a few steps back knowingly, and leaned against the wall to meet him face to face.

I don't know if he saw the other party's worse state, but he calmed down instead.

"Liu Qijun, you said... Is it normal for us to be like this?" Zheng Yuming asked.

"What's abnormal?" Liu Qijun asked him back, "I know you, like you, pursue you, and get close to you. I am no different from all lovers."

"The rules of love in the adult world, isn't it?" Zheng Yuming drank his coffee and didn't answer his question directly, but said, "I missed the time when I fell in love with someone frivolously when I was young, so I can only choose this way, how about you?" ? I know you were urged by your mother to come on a blind date."

"Me?" Liu Qijun smiled, and for the first time had the desire to talk to other people, "I was unlucky and never met the right person, so I went around for many years and never settled down. Later I met Without you, I feel that God still treats me well."

The corners of Zheng Yuming's mouth curled up: "You think you're lucky to meet me?"

"Of course." Liu Qijun raised his coffee cup and clinked glasses to him, "You don't even know, I'm so thankful that my mother kicked me to see you that day, it was probably the luckiest day in my life."

Zheng Yuming had the desire to have a long talk, so he listened to him with a faint smile.

"I used to think that it was very difficult for people like us to establish a long-term and stable relationship without the constraints of marriage and the concern of children." Liu Qijun paused, seeing that he didn't have any reaction, and then Continue to say, "If you get together, you will get together and if you don't get together, you will separate - our first rule. But I always feel that I just want to grow old with another person, and there is no difference between the relationship between a man and a woman. Why is it so difficult for us? ?”

Zheng Yuming shook the coffee cup and listened quietly, this idea coincided with his.

"Later I realized that it wasn't that I was naive, but that... other people didn't have confidence." Liu Qijun tilted his head and smiled, suddenly becoming a bit childish, "All of us have no sense of security. Children, like what, but always don't believe that they can have him."

Zheng Yuming suddenly said, "I believe I can have it."

"Ok?"

"People who grow old together, I think I can have them." Zheng Yuming looked at him with great determination, "I love him, give him a sense of security, trust him, and will not betray him."

Liu Qijun stared at him blankly, as if meeting this person for the first time.

In his heart, Zheng Yuming has always been a smart person, with a gentle and soft heart and a cold and sharp arrogance. His way of looking at things is simple and straightforward, but at certain times he is sensitive and profound, which makes people fall unexpectedly. But afraid of being stabbed by him.

This kind of contradictory perception made him feel a certain degree of uneasiness towards Zheng Yuming, which he attributed to Zheng Yuming's introversion and innocence.But he never expected that on this topic, he would be so confident and determined, as if it was not difficult for him to grow old together.

Liu Qijun twitched his lips a little far-fetched, and teased, "If you replace 'he' with 'you', I will definitely be happier."

Zheng Yuming was momentarily embarrassed by what he said, and explained with some helplessness: "I...I'm just a metaphor...you..."

In the end, he still stopped talking, some didn't know how to explain clearly.

Liu Qijun couldn't be more clear. Zheng Yuming said this only because he is still not sure whether he is that person.

He used the movement of drinking coffee to hide the disappointment in his eyes, lowered his head, and drank coffee quietly.

There was no sugar added to the coffee, and the bitterness of the coffee rolled in his mouth, making his tongue and heart bitter.

There was an awkward silence in the kitchen. The two of them were facing each other with their own thoughts, but they both lowered their heads and didn't look at each other. They didn't know what they were thinking.

The fireworks outside were still going off, much less than at midnight, but they still glowed brilliantly in the night sky.

After being silent for an unknown amount of time, Zheng Yuming opened his mouth slowly and said in a low voice, "Are you willing to be that 'him'?"

Liu Qijun raised his head suddenly, but saw that his head was still lowered, his face was slightly turned to one side, revealing his red ears and tight lips.Looking down, he saw that his fingers holding the coffee cup were white with tension, and he was leaning against the counter, exuding a reserved shyness.

Maybe it's because he hasn't heard Liu Qijun's answer for a long time, his face turned pale, his breathing became short of breath for a moment, his fingers pinched the coffee cup more tightly, he concealed his face on the floor, adjusted his glasses, and returned to his usual elite appearance: " The coffee is cold, I'll change it..."

Liu Qijun strode over, put the coffee cup aside, held his waist, pressed his body towards him, raised his hand to caress his face, stared into his eyes and said deeply: "I am willing!"

Before he finished speaking, his lips pressed against it.

Fiery and lingering, warm and fierce, as if to devour everything.

The coffee cup in Zheng Yuming's hand shook, he threw the cup on the table, and hugged Liu Qijun in confusion, his butt got stuck on the edge of the counter, which made him feel a little uncomfortable, but what made him even more uncomfortable was that he turned into a wolf Someone in front of him—the ferocious kiss, the scorching chest, and the disordered breathing made him feel hot all over, and he passively endured the sudden ferocious enthusiasm of the other party.

His waist leaned back, and the change in the force point made him subconsciously grasp Liu Qijun's skirt, and the other hand tightly wrapped around the opponent's waist. Feeling the curve of the opponent's thin waist, he paused for a moment, but did not let go.

"I'm willing..." Liu Qijun gasped and repeated between kisses, hot breath sprayed on his face, "I'm willing...Zheng Yuming, I'm willing..."

I would like to be that person, the one who grows old with you.

Zheng Yuming looked up at him, his bright eyes were filled with joy, and the light above his head fell on his pupils, shining like stars.