A little sweet text

A little stagnant, I just feel that this night is not enough, there is still a distance between him and Cheng Luo that no one can poke.

However, it was almost midnight, and Cheng Luo still didn't show his intentions, Jing Zhuo didn't know what he was waiting for.

Tired of waiting, he closed his eyes and didn't think about it anymore. He looked at Cheng Luo with a faint smile: "I drank too much."

He stretched out his hand: "I drink too much, give me a hug."

Cheng Luo paused, got up, walked over to hug him, and smoothed his hair, which was wetted by snow thinly.

Jing Zhuo closed his eyes and buried his face in his shoulder socket, inhaled the pleasant smell of white musk on his body, slowly raised his head, his eyes were a little blurred and unfocused: "I drank too much."

"Hmm." Cheng Luo looked down at him, and pressed his lips lightly on his forehead, "Uncomfortable?"

"No." Cheng Luo pressed his lips to his forehead many times, many times, hoping in his heart but not daring to admit it, he hoped that the kiss would fall on his lips.

This time is the same as many times, no.

"Are you going to do it?" Jing Zhuo climbed up his neck and pressed it against his ear, "Brother."

The sound of firecrackers outside the window went off one after another, I don't know if it was covered by the earth-shattering sound, or this was the last time Jing Zhuo said today, "Leave after the first day of the new year", more than ever.

It was obviously a peaceful New Year's Eve, but it was presumptuous to do a doomsday carnival.

Jing Zhuo hugged him tightly, and was also hugged tightly by him. He was a little dizzy when he was drunk, but the uneasiness in his heart was very clear.

"Call me." Cheng Luo said in a deep voice.

"Cheng Luo." Jing Zhuo broke|broken his voice, "Brother."

In fact, he really wanted to say, Cheng Luo, give me a kiss.

It took a long time to calm down, and it was already the middle of the night.

The two smoked at each end of the bed, without saying a word.

"When are you going back to the city?" Cheng Luo flicked the cigarette ash, and the ash fell to the floor.

Jing Zhuo didn't plan to go back to the city for a while, and he didn't even think about going back right away, so it was completely blunt to say that.

But he continued with his mouth: "The day after tomorrow."

"Are you coming back?"

"Not coming back."

"It's ruthless enough." Cheng Luo smiled, remained silent for a while, and then said in a very calm tone, "It's been a long time."

Jing Zhuo was stunned for a moment, and instantly sobered up from the drunkenness all over his body.

The cigarette in his hand trembled a little, so he simply extinguished it and squeezed it tightly.

Cheng Luo's tone seemed to be discussing where to go, what to do and what to eat tomorrow: "Scattered?"

The chaotic mood of ups and downs throughout the week collapsed in this sentence "scattered", it was a feeling of sinking breathing and stopping the beating of the heart.

"Okay." Jing Zhuoyun calmly picked up the clothes from the bedside table, his movements were very stiff, and he held his breath desperately, afraid of being heard as panic and pain.

At this moment, everything is clear, yes, it is another possibility that he doesn't want to guess, all the approaching and overstepping are just flirting, if there is no need, just a light word: loose.

"It's so late, how about tomorrow?" Cheng Luo stood up and turned on the light.

"No." Jing Zhuo said dryly, "Go back to the rented house to pack things, it's too late to do it tomorrow."

The two bags of kitchen waste for the New Year's Eve dinner were placed at the door, and Jing Zhuo packed them up very quickly and took them downstairs when he went out. It was so natural that it couldn't be more natural, and it couldn't be more indifferent.

He thought that his emotions were hidden perfectly|seamlessly.

I got into the elevator, went out of the building, and walked downstairs to the garbage station to throw out the two bags of garbage. Only then did I realize that I forgot to go to the garage.

He didn't want to go back to the rental house.

He has lived in any kind of house for more than 20 years, and he prefers to make this place his home.

I remembered what Cheng Luo said just now.

Just like sweeping garbage, one sweep, one copy, one dump into the trash can, it's all over.

Cheng Luo treated Cao Shuo like this, and he also treated him like this.

But he is different from Cao Shuo, he is not trash, and he is not an ex-boyfriend.

His mind was very confused, the wind and snow enveloped his whole body, except for the hot eye sockets, his body was cold everywhere.

Standing next to the garbage station, Jing Zhuo lit his cigarette with his back to the wind, and this time he was very fucking successful, the flames shot up and the cigarette butt was scarlet, and the overwhelming grievances suddenly overwhelmed him.

Tears welled up and were quickly dried in the wind.

Standing by the window, Cheng Luo watched him raise his hand to wipe his face fiercely, the corners of his mouth curled up, but his heart was hot and painful.

He raised his hand to the window, touched the little figure standing in the snow, and dialed the phone.

When the phone rang and was about to hang up, the villain finally answered: "Huh?"

The nasal sound is particularly heavy, and the throat is choked and hoarse.

"Jing Zhuo." Cheng Luo looked down at the villain, and called him by name, "It's New Year's Eve, is it easy for me to take a vacation with my family to accompany you?"

There was no sound on the phone.

"The reason for asking for leave is to go home and spend time with your partner." Cheng Luo paused for a while, "You said you don't lack a bed | partner, then we'll break up."

Jing Zhuo held the phone against his face, and looked up to see the light behind the upstairs window, and the people standing there.

He was a little dazed, he was choked up and crying silently just now, and now he was still twitching, tears kept coming out, but through Xiaoxue, he could see that person clearly.

My heart was beating fast and my breathing was short of breath.

"If that bed partner wants to be the one who always cares about you, wants to change the relationship with you, wants to say that he loves you openly—"

"Then do you lack a boyfriend?" Cheng Luo's voice came from the phone.