lonely three people

After seeing off the monkey in the evening, Cheng Yang and I looked at each other with wry smiles, and ate something at the familiar small restaurant downstairs. Normally, we should talk about some topics, because I have a lot of things I want to know, such as the past few months. Is Cheng Yang doing well? Did he stay in school all the time or went somewhere else... But, he can’t ask, will he be annoyed if he asks too much, and will I accidentally make him sad Well, it's a tacit understanding, no one mentioned any topic before today.

Just come back, now Cheng Yang is my only worry for me.

"Nothing has changed." Before, Cheng Yang and I just watched the monkey go crazy in the house, and Cheng Yang had time to touch the table and cabinet to see if there was any change in the house after sending the monkey away.

I just smoked a cigarette and watched Cheng Yang's every move. I always felt that the relationship between the two people was weird, like the most familiar strangers, like two people in a cover who refused to open themselves, always almost something .

Cheng Yang walked to my computer desk, "Is this... scolding me?"

There are a lot of sticky notes on the desktop of the computer desk, all of which I wrote and pasted when I was in a daze: forget about your fatness, how are you, there is a swimming ring on your belly, the stupid bird flies first...

Uh, I didn't expect Cheng Yang to come back today. If I had prepared before, I would have torn up those sticky notes.

There is a ten-inch framed photo on the desktop, which is a photo of me and Cheng Yang. I often hold it in my hand when I am alone.Cheng Yang picked it up and looked at it, and then stood upright at the original position by the table.

"Is my photo still on your computer desktop?"

"Hmm" answered truthfully.

"Then I won't start the machine to check." Cheng Yang nodded in satisfaction, and then said "you come"

He put out the cigarette in the ashtray on the windowsill, and walked over.

Cheng Yang sat on my computer chair, looked up at me, and I stood beside him.

I stroked my chin with Cheng Yang's finger, "Uncle, when did you become so slovenly...the dark circles under your eyes are so heavy, and your hair has grown..."

"Too lazy to go to the barber shop" also shaves once every few days. A person who has lost love must have lost the motivation to be ugly.

Cheng Yang's two arms are hanging around my neck, I looked down at Cheng Yang, I still have those big eyes, still charming, he doesn't need to do anything, it is a kind of temptation in my eyes, he It is "Princess Diana, Audrey Hepburn, Shih Tzu..." in my eyes

"Will it prick... the mouth?" Cheng Yang was also staring at me, to be precise, at my mouth and my beard.

He reached out and slowly took off Cheng Yang's glasses and put them on the computer keyboard beside him, and slowly brought his face closer to Cheng Yang's mouth...

A long-lost kiss, a sweet kiss, a familiar but still memorable kiss.

"You, can you still hug me?"

Smiling slightly, "Of course", it is really not an easy thing to hug Princess Cheng Yang, who weighs more than [-] kilograms, to the bed.

Cheng Yang is very happy to be lying on the long-lost bed. He closed his eyes consciously, and a small drop of teardrops slipped from the corner of his eyes. He gently kissed his tears. There was a touch of sourness, as if it was salty. Has anyone ever tasted the sweetness of a lover? The taste of tears!The taste of a lover crying for you!

Thinking of each other for several months, the self-deception and the unfreedom of hiding in the escape, how do you know that you can give up easily if you have not experienced worrying!

Cheng Yang is still lying on the bed with his eyes closed, whether he can lie at home is what he wants, whether his quietness and gentleness at the moment are just waiting for my frenzy.

There are tears, snot and saliva, full of the smell of the other party, entangled and entangled, kissing and hugging, I don't know what it means to let go, like asking for anything, like a hungry and thirsty person in the desert.It's not that it's insane, it's just that it's too longing, too joyful, too precious.

This is the craziest and most presumptuous time between Cheng Yang and I. We kept asking and asking each other if we were enough, wishing we could become flesh and blood, wishing we could melt ourselves into each other.

"I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you..." I'm afraid I haven't said enough before, I'm afraid he won't remember if I say less "I love you, Cheng Yang, I love you, I love you, I love you, my wife, I love you" Holding Cheng Yang's head, kissing him and repeating to him, I'm afraid that any words will be blurred because of kissing, I'm afraid he doesn't know that I love him.