I made the hero cry after being dressed as a double

With a "click", the door closed, completely isolating the orange light from the outside.

In the dark room, the two got so close that they could feel each other's breathing.

"What's wrong?" Wen Heng circled the person between himself and the cabinet, lowered his head slightly, slightly pursed the other's lips, tossing and turning, "Huh?"

……

The arms around Wen Heng's neck slowly tightened. This state of wanting to kiss or not was really tormenting. Qu Mubai raised his head and wanted to kiss, but the kiss was empty.

"Wen Heng!"

He wanted to press Wen Heng's head down with his hand, but someone pulled his wrist back against the wall,

"do not move."

The sound of the man's breathing when he approached made him feel numb all over, and the soft feeling came from his ears again, and even the sound that came into his ears was somewhat bewitching.

"I said, call me a nice one, good boy, call me one."

"..."

Qu Mubai bit his lower lip, feeling that he was going crazy, the whimper was stuck in his throat, fearing that he would blurt out if he opened his mouth.

The whole room was quiet, and the two figures in Xuanhuan were tightly intertwined. Finally,

"...Old...husband."

"……obedient."

Wen Heng let go of his hand, and before Qu Mubai could relax, he hugged Qu Mubai by the waist, causing the other party to exclaim,

"What?!"

"Didn't you say it was cold?" Wen Heng turned on the headlight switch in the living room with his shoulder, the sudden light made Qu Mubai couldn't help covering his eyes with his hands, Wen Heng lifted him up, and walked towards the bedroom Steady on your feet,

"It's warm in bed."

……

Darkness is the best protective color, and the big bed covered with black and gray sheets envelops people like sea water, stimulating the vibration of the soul, and hitting the sky and covering the sky like a wave.

……

The moon was hanging over the trees, Wen Heng half leaned against the bed, and suddenly wanted to smoke a cigarette, he was startled by his own thoughts, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

"What's the matter?" Qu Mubai next to him shrank his whole body under the quilt, only his head was exposed, and he looked at Wen Heng with two dull hairs on his head, his ignorant eyes were like a child who doesn't know much about the world.

"It's okay." Wen Heng rubbed his head, picked up the mobile phone next to the bed and checked the time. At 09:30, he pursed his mouth subconsciously, and turned his head to look at Qu Mu, who was staring at the ceiling and didn't know what he was thinking. white,

"When is the fireworks that Miss Mary said?"

"Huh?" Qu Mubai leaned over Wen Heng and thought for a while, "I don't know. She only said two months later, but didn't say the specific time."

...Wen Heng looked at the time again,

"She should be asleep now, let's ask tomorrow."

"Ah."

Wen Heng got under the covers and kissed Qu Mubai, "Go to sleep."

A night without dreams.

……

The next day, the early morning sunlight penetrated the undrawn curtains, creating halos on the carpet in the bedroom. Wen Heng woke up before Qu Mubai for the first time, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Qu Mubai who was sleeping next to him with his eyes closed. She couldn't help but kissed his forehead.

He sort of understands why Qu Mubai always likes to touch him when he wakes up, looking at the person next to him with a dull hair on his head and a sweet sleeping face, it's inevitable that bad taste will come up.

Unable to twitch the corners of his lips, Wen Heng stretched out his hand to push aside the broken hair at the corner of Qu Mubai's mouth, kissed again, and then quietly got out of bed, washed and walked towards the kitchen.

When the oil was hot, he knocked an egg into it, and there was a "sizzling" sound as soon as the two touched. Watching the egg liquid gradually take shape, Wen Heng rubbed his sore neck.

"doing what?"

Wen Heng was startled by the sudden sound behind him and the body approaching from behind. He patted the hand wrapped around his waist,

"Make you a brunch."

"It's already noon." Qu Mubai yawned, unexpectedly sleeping for a long enough time.

"That's right." Wen Heng turned the egg over, reached out and took out a plate from the cabinet and put it aside, staring at the pan, remembering the conversation with Mary just now,

"By the way, I just contacted Ms. Mary. She said that the fireworks celebration will be tonight. Let's rest for a while after eating, and we can go out to watch it at night."

"Okay~" Qu Mubai responded, and after rubbing Wen Heng's back twice, he let go and went back to the room to wash up.

Today happened to be Saturday, and two people were sitting on the bay window wrapped in a blanket, basking in the sun, reading a book alone, and watching a movie with earphones on the other.

Wen Heng flipped through "Sindurella" again, staring at the last page, the picture of the prince and Cinderella kissing in the carriage for a long time, finally closed the picture book, closed his eyes and put Qu Mubai in his arms hug.

What Qu Mubai was watching was a romance movie, and he happened to see the middle part. The hero and heroine parted ways because of dreams and reality. When he turned around, his eyes were full of tears. Turning from the right to the left, he suddenly raised his head and asked Wen Heng who was staring out the window in a daze,

"What was your dream when you were in school?"

"Make money." He replied without hesitation.

……

"I'm asking what kind of work you want to do! Put aside the purpose of making money!"

"Hmm..." Wen Heng thought for a while, "I want to be a teacher."

He put his arms around Qu Mubai and leaned back against the wall, with his chin resting on Qu Mubai's shoulder,

"When I was in college, I worked as a tutor. The sense of satisfaction and sense of accomplishment watching the students improve little by little is really fascinating. At that time, I thought, in fact, being a teacher in the future is also a good choice. Teaching and educating people, being a good person Shibiao, a life of mediocrity is a good way of life."

"...You look quite open."

"That's not true." Wen Heng smiled, pinched Qu Mubai's face to tease him, "Why, are you going to fulfill my wish? Then call the teacher first?"

"Too lazy to talk to you." Qu Mubai rolled his eyes.

"You're too lazy to talk to me again, you're just too lazy to talk to me every day." Wen Heng pushed Qu Mubai away and got down from the bay window.

"What are you doing?" Qu Mubai looked at his movements in a daze.

"You don't call me, I'm not happy, I'm leaving."

"...Are you childish?!"

"It's okay." Wen Heng lay down on the bed and closed his eyes, "I'll sleep for a while, call me when it's time to go."

……

Qu Mubai turned his head to look at Wen Heng who seemed to be asleep, hesitated for a while and slid down from the window sill, ran back to the bed with bare feet and got under the covers, with Wen Heng on his back, then put on the earphones again and told the next Watch the movie plot.

Occasionally there were a few chirping birds outside the window, a few breezes slipped in from the open window, and the curtains swayed slightly. On the bed were two people who fell asleep without knowing it. The earphones were scattered beside the pillows. The two protagonists on the screen Still talking to each other, off-screen, the two protagonists hug each other and sleep.

Time always passes quietly inadvertently.

……

In the evening, the two set off from home after dinner and strolled through the streets of London.

The street lights on both sides of the street have been turned on, and the surrounding shops are also brightly lit. The passers-by are talking and laughing, as if they are waiting for the arrival of the fireworks.

The two walked slowly, and there was a strong smell of milk from the bakery next to them. Wen Heng took Qu Mubai and ran over to buy some. They ate and walked until they reached the crossroads, waiting for the red light At that time, Qu Mubai looked around boredly, and happened to see the photography studio across the road, with a huge signboard showing the happy smiles of a couple.

"What's wrong?" Wen Heng saw him staring at the photo in a daze.

"It's okay." Qu Mubai looked back, there was nothing to look at.

Wen Heng looked at him, then at the opposite side, and tightened his grip on Qu Mubai's hand. He turned the original route towards the square, and led Qu Mubai to run to the right.

"Where are you going?" Qu Mubai looked puzzled.

"You'll find out later."

After Wen Heng finished answering, he stopped talking. Two people ran on the streets of London, one in front and the other behind, their hair was disheveled by the wind, occasionally avoiding oncoming passers-by, running and running.

Like a pair of eloped lovers.

In front of the door of a small church, two teenagers dressed in extraordinary clothes and panting heavily stopped here, looking at the faint lights inside, Qu Mubai put his hands on his knees, speechless for a while,

"What did you bring me here for?"

"What can I do?"

Wen Heng asked back, brought Qu Mubai in, probably because everyone inside had gone to the square to participate in the celebration, there was no one there, there were neat stools on both sides, and the red carpet in the middle stretched from the door to the front of the altar , the white unnamed flowers on the dome are wrapped around the chandelier and hang down, making people involuntarily serious.

"Let's get married."

The two stood at the door, Qu Mubai was taken aback by Wen Heng's sudden words, and asked in disbelief,

"What did you say?"

"Get married. Although there are no family members, no friends, and no witnesses such as pastors, but it's pretty good, let's get married, and have a wedding that only belongs to the two of us."

"..." Qu Mubai looked at Wen Heng in shock, it's hard to imagine how such a bored person suddenly came up with such a crazy idea, but...

His pupils shook slightly, Qu Mubai turned his head to look into the church, for a while,

"Okay."

Although it is difficult for us to predict the future, at least we can grasp the present.

After thinking about it, in order to maintain a sense of mystery, Wen Heng closed the door and asked Qu Mubai to check the ten numbers before opening the door.

Someone who heard this proposal rolled his eyes, as if he was speechless at Wen Heng's naive request, but he didn't refute. After the door was closed, Qu Mubai took a deep breath,

Ten, nine, eight, seven,... three, two, one...

The door was pushed open, and Qu Mubai raised his eyes. The man on the left of the altar had a rose in his hand at some point. Against the white background, he looked at him across the rows of seats, and glanced at him. , ten thousand years.

"I would like to swear here that I will love you forever and never leave you forever."

As if blessing, the sky not far away, after a "bang", as if a switch was turned on, the celebration began.

Wen Heng stood at the door of the church with Qu Mubai in his arms and looked towards the sky. The city was full of fireworks blooming in the sky, and the whole of London seemed to be lit up. The night turned into day, and the little stars had long since disappeared behind the fireworks. Amidst the splendor, there were crackling sounds one after another, and the whole city was in a carnival.

Qu Mubai turned his head to look at Wen Heng, unexpectedly, the other party was also staring at him, their eyes met each other, and they slowly approached amidst the sky full of fireworks.

The holy church, the fireworks all over the city, and everything around it are as romantic as Princess Diana's dream.

Breathing slowly closer, when the lips touch...

"clang!"

Wen Heng opened his eyes suddenly, and turned his head to look at the place where the voice came from.

This sound, like an alarm clock, announced the end of the dream. The familiar feeling instantly filled the whole body, the arms around the waist slowly tightened, and the two looked at each other. Restraining her reluctance, she wanted to smile at Wen Heng, but felt that she didn't even have the strength to pull the corner of her mouth, her voice was trembling,

"It's about time, isn't it?"

Interrogative sentence, but with an unquestionable affirmation.