Night run

【10】

When Zhu Mo saw Deng Ziqiang for the first time, he didn't think he was a caring person, let alone a coward. Deng Ziqiang had a kind of smokey smell that he picked up after walking too much in the market, which was too strong and pungent. , like wiping out rootless smoke, with no way out, floating and sinking with the wind.His smile is always insincere, and the left and right corners of his mouth are unusually high, as if mixed with other emotions that are too obvious.After interacting with Deng Ziqiang, he could see more clearly the almost non-stop anxiety in each other's eyes, especially when there were only the two of them, Deng Ziqiang's sight was scattered most of the time, and he would stare at someone for a long time from time to time. In the meaningless place, Zhu Mo asked him to wait several seconds before answering.

Whenever Zhu Mo's heart can't help but twist into a ball at this time, he always feels that part of Deng Ziqiang's anxiety comes from him. After all, the opportunity for him to date Deng Ziqiang is not a turning point that can end romantically.

At that time, he was in the trough period after winning the Rookie Award, and it was difficult to find another breakthrough. The subsequent mediocre or even sluggish performance made him fall into a bottleneck like many predecessors who had been sluggish for many years after reaching the peak.Just when his performance was sluggish and he almost left the industry, his master Qu Youlin won him a second chance to cooperate with Deng Ziqiang. One after another, he designed works that shocked the studio and even the entire industry.

On the day when he won that heavy award, Qu Youlin hugged him and cried so hard, the man leaned on his shoulder and choked up and said that he was so envious of Zhu Mo who met Deng Ziqiang.And he was also very moved under the instigation of the atmosphere, full of emotions that he wanted to share with others.

He knocked on the door of Deng Ziqiang's house as excitedly and rudely as if he was drunk, wearing a pink sweater and hat, looking completely silly.

"Deng Zi~" It seemed that the moment Deng Ziqiang came out to open the door, he thought of this sticky and milky address and pronunciation. The voice-activated light in the corridor was broken, and there was no moon that day, so Deng Ziqiang turned on the light in the bedroom in the back room .In the dim light, Zhu Mo saw that he was wearing a khaki cardigan. The shoulders and back were extremely soft. The round neck bottom shirt on the inside was a shape-fitting model, but the soft fabric cushioned the firmness of the muscles underneath.Deng Ziqiang's hair grew a little longer, and the green skin that had been shaved on the side of his head was covered by new black stubble. He was obviously taken aback by the title, opened his eyes wide and tilted his head back slightly, holding the doorknob with his hand.

"Deng Zi, I won, we won!" Zhu Mo could still smile like a flower in front of the guarded Deng Ziqiang, obviously at this moment his sanity was a little shallow even if he described it as "unclear". He raised his hand and squeezed Deng Ziqiang's shoulder, and walked in the door with his shoulders. The other party was shocked by his sudden intimacy, and entered the door following Zhu Mo's pace.

Zhu Mo felt that light bubbles were popping up in his head one after another, which gave him a strange sense of satisfaction. He sat on the edge of Deng Ziqiang's bed, thinking that this seat was very good, because it was next to Deng Ziqiang's work. Some of the paper and painting materials piled up on the table slumped to the head of the bed, making them look like one.

Zhu Mo took out a picture album that was pressed by the pillow and turned it over. The corners of the paper sandwiched in it were rolled up due to the random placement. He took a look and saw that it was the first draft picture given by him and Deng Ziqiang when he cooperated with Deng Ziqiang for the first time. Vice, even more inexplicably happy.He held the paper and held it up: "You still have this."

Deng Ziqiang sat in the swivel chair next to him and leaned back, his back was swaying back and forth under the weight of his weight. He turned his head and glanced over: "There's no need to throw it."

"Really~ I'm so happy~"

"..." Deng Ziqiang turned his head back, "Is there anything else?"

"Deng Zi~ We won, we won, the gold medal of the jury, No.1!"

"..."

"Aren't you happy? That's a gold medal."

"I don't understand what you're talking about..."

"I love you."

"!"

The person with the famous "NOBODY'SPERFECT" printed on his chest looked straight at Deng Ziqiang, his eyes were still a little red and swollen, he coughed and stayed for a while, finally showing a look of sudden realization, and then In a hoarse voice, he repeated the words that were suddenly hallucinating: "I love you, Deng Ziqiang."

Zhu Mo saw that Deng Ziqiang's hand that had been resting on the armrest of the chair was grabbing the edge of the plastic, and his fingers slipped several times due to a layer of sweat.After saying the first nonsensical words, he suddenly seemed to have found something. For example, a cyan ink stain on the side of Deng Ziqiang’s palm was very similar to the color that surprised him at the beginning. Free-spirited dragons, such as Deng Ziqiang's tattoo stubs exposed on the edge of his collar, such as Deng Ziqiang's bottoming shirt with a few drops of ink splashed on it...

He stood up, covered his helpless hands with his hands, and leaned over to kiss the lips of the person below.Those two lips were very dry, with the smell of cracked skin and smoke from staying up all night, and they were also very soft, so soft that Zhu Mo felt that he could kiss him forever.

"Deng Zi," he clasped Deng Ziqiang's hand with five fingers, looked at the person in front of him seriously and repeated, "I love you."

He felt the fingers under the palm gently hooked after a long silence that made his heart ache.

After that night, they started dating inexplicably and logically. From dating, kissing to intimacy, they didn't take much time.

Zhu Mo has always been a proactive person, but from time to time he also worries whether Deng Ziqiang understands how much Zhu Mo attaches importance to their relationship.Deng Ziqiang is not a good old man who will worry too much about people's hearts, but he may be a casual person who handles things casually. He is ready to be rejected when he confesses for the first time. Deng Ziqiang's acceptance makes him feel uneasy while being happy.As he said, he loves Deng Ziqiang, the kind of love that is destined to meet him, even if Deng Ziqiang rejects him, he will try his best to stay by his side.And Deng Ziqiang's acceptance made Zhu Mo feel uneasy. If Deng Ziqiang only regarded him as a casual relationship that can fall in love happily and break up quickly, he felt that he would hurt Deng Ziqiang.

It was Zhu Mo who made a bet with himself that night when he went to bed. He pressed Deng Zi, who was holding his ass, under his body, and rubbed the other guy to say that he wanted to fuck him.He thought that if Deng Ziqiang refused, he would restrain his desire and continue to fall in love with Deng Ziqiang easily in the future, no matter what happens at that time, it doesn't matter.

Deng Ziqiang's movement at the bottom froze, and the strength of his hand immediately increased, and then he let go, and slapped Zhu Mo's round butt, showing his crooked smile again: "It's up to you, Momo."

He raised his leg and clasped it with his hands, posing an accepting gesture towards Zhu Mo. Seeing that he had not moved for a long time, he raised his hand to pinch the corner of Zhu Mo's collapsed mouth that he didn't even notice, and looked at Zhu Mo with his face covered with thin layer of sweat. Mo's eyes were particularly bright.

Zhu Mo couldn't hold back his tears, and while fucking into Deng Ziqiang's body, he buried himself in Deng Ziqiang's shoulder and cried sparingly.

【11】

In the waiting hall, Zhu Mo stared at the rows of round and white lights decorated in the ceiling, his desire to miss people was really endless.Realizing that Deng Ziqiang might have similar feelings towards him, his uneasiness increased instead of diminishing. He began to worry about gains and losses like a woman who is most likely to be abandoned. He was afraid of breaking up and eager to know when Deng Ziqiang would lose this relationship. Interest, every time he stretches out his hand, he longs for Deng Ziqiang's back grip, and every time he calls, he longs for Deng Ziqiang's voice. He is like a pet that only uses his heart to communicate with his owner, telling him I love you with all actions other than words.

He thought of that fat three flower, and couldn't help but froze.

——Then why does it come to you every day?I don't like you.

——I don't know what the cat thinks.

——You are not afraid that it will not see you sad.

--snort.I don't even know it likes me, every day I touch it, it makes so loud noises.

He remembered that Deng Ziqiang always had a disappointed expression when he mentioned Sanhua next door, and half-truth and half-false complaints about the fat guy in his hand when he carried the cat's butt to the balcony next door.

He remembered that every time Deng Ziqiang frowned slightly when he cried or showed a sad expression, he pinched his face with his ink-stained fingers, and then murmured some sentences in his hometown dialect that were very soft and un-Deng Ziqiang.

At this moment, the image of Deng Ziqiang in the two pictures overlapped.

Zhu Mo felt that his nose was sore again. He rubbed his face, raised his head to hold back the tears swirling around the edge of his eyes, and tried to read the words on the flight list at the airport to divert his attention.He found his own flight, which departed at [-]:[-], and was expected to arrive at [-]:[-], which was not a good time, as the buses basically closed and the subway was about to stop.The residents came home from get off work and the tourists were about to take a rest. He didn't think he would be able to find Deng Ziqiang tonight. He thought of Deng Ziqiang's unpredictable temperament that Zhou Luoke said.Fearing that he would miss the flight to Chongqing, Zhu Mo hurriedly took a picture of the flight schedule and sent it to Deng Ziqiang:

【I'm coming to find you, wait for me】

【12】

Zhu Mo walked into the airport among the scattered crowd of passengers. He skipped the place to pick up the large checked luggage and walked straight to the pick-up gate.The fluorescent white closed corridor is full of lights along the road, and the lights from all directions make the shadows of people walking in the middle of the road blurred into a blurred and gray area under their feet.The rubber floor made of sound-absorbing material minimizes the sound of walking on it. From a distance, Zhu Mo could see the dark crowd at the arrival gate in the straight passage, and saw the variegated people waiting for him. Zhu Mo lowered his head, I don't want to meet those pairs of eyes waiting for the figure of others after getting close.He took out his mobile phone from his pocket, turned it on, connected to the Internet, clicked on the software before the interface was ready, and waited for the interface saved offline to be refreshed.

The interface jumped and refreshed in his anticipation. Deng Ziqiang, who was particularly concerned, jumped out of five unread messages. From the thumbnail box, he could see that the latest one was a picture.As soon as Zhu Mo clicked on it, a new photo popped up in the dialog box, which was obviously taken in real time: in the center of the screen, he was wearing a sweater with a black shoulder bag slanted across his chest, walking in the airport, glowing white and gray. In the aisle of the mobile phone, he looked down at the mobile phone.

Zhu Mo hurriedly raised his head, just in time to meet the eyes waiting for him at the pick-up gate.Those eyes were rarely watery and their sockets were red.

He stopped, choked up, and ran away again.

END