yellow sorghum

It suddenly occurred to him that a long time ago, when he was 11 years old, he stood at the door of the study, and through the small crack in the door, he heard a child named Yu Zhengyan's father, with a sweet voice.

That was a gesture he couldn't make. In his memory, he had never called Yu Zhengyan with this tone. Maybe that was the real way father and son get along. He remembered that Yu Zhengyan was in a very happy mood at that time, smiling. There was a sound.

They are the real fathers and sons, without any entanglement of interests, only pure blood joints, they all say that the Creator is the most just, when he gives you something, he will take back something at the same time, in such a family, What else would Yu Minglang dare to ask for?As the butler once said to him, you have everything, what else is there to be dissatisfied with?

He leaned back on the car seat and closed his eyes to rest his mind. What passed in his head was Yu Zhengyan holding the child in his arms, bowing his head and whispering to him, and his movements were intimate.

The driver looked at Yu Minglang from the rearview mirror. He had a strange expression, his eyes wandered, and his hand holding the steering wheel moved slightly, as if he had something on his mind.

"Buzz"

Yu Minglang's phone vibrated twice again, and a text message was displayed.

"Yu, I'm sorry, I'm leaving."

He looked at the screen, as if he expected it, if Liam didn't come to him in the future, the two might never have the chance to meet again.

Liam's departure also indicated that Yu Minglang bid farewell to Melbourne. He arrived in that strange land when he was a teenager, and he left again when he was a teenager.In China, he will stand alone on the peak. What the future will look like is like a mountain covered by clouds and mist, fascinated by his eyes.

Not wanting to be controlled all the time, not wanting to live under his father's shadow all the time, he covered his eyes with his hands and let out a long breath.

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"Hi, handsome guy."

Yu Minglang picked up the phone, with a cup of coffee in his hand, and leaned against the sofa. The text message showed that the person was an unfamiliar number. He frowned and thought for a while.

There was another ding-dong: "Handsome, do you remember me?"

"picture"

His fingers rested on the picture without moving.

On the picture is a boy, wearing a fisherman hat, with fluffy and slightly curly hair, lying on his back on the lawn, smiling with his eyes narrowed, revealing a pair of cute pear dimples, very small and fresh, which makes people look pleasing to the eye.

It turned out to be him, and Yu Minglang smiled back with a "hi" at the corner of his mouth.

It has been almost a week since he met Wei Mo, if he hadn't sent a text message suddenly, he would have almost forgotten about this person.

A few seconds later, the other party sent another message: "Let's change the chat channel, this is too awkward."

Yu Minglang: "What?"

Wei Mo: "Kuukou or WeChat."

He put the cup on the table and said a few words to himself: "Quick WeChat?"

He replied: "Sorry, I don't have it, but I used to have Facebook, do you have it?"

Holding the phone, the boy over there laughed out loud, his limp body rolled on the bed, from one end to the other.

He replied: "Ah...so that's the case, then let's use text messages."

Through the screen, Yu Minglang seemed to be able to imagine that person's expression, he shook his head helplessly, and typed a few more words: "What's the matter?"

Wei Mo: "Can't we just chat?"

With a slight smile on Yu Minglang's face, he typed two words in the past: "Okay."

But that smile didn't reach his eyes.

Wei Mo: "Just kidding, I just wanted to ask the handsome guy, are you free this weekend?"

Yu Minglang: "What's wrong?"

"There's a party on Saturday night, are you coming?"

"A small gathering, some friends from the circle will come."

His hint could not have been more obvious.

"Handsome, I can take you in."

Yu Minglang suddenly thought of that night, the stripper dancing on the pole, the masculine figure was so voluptuous, and the waist and abdomen of No. [-], the sweat slid down the tight muscles, shocking his sight.

what happened to him?Is he?

After that, he went to that bar again, standing outside with a student face on his face, the music inside was loud, frenzied and full of passion, but outside it was calm and peaceful, with occasional cars passing by on the road.

Men and men can fall in love, Liam's voice echoed in his ears.

He suddenly became a little confused, can a man and a man really love each other?But biological theory does not make sense. It has always been the courtship of the opposite sex. How can the same sex love each other? The opposite sex attracts the same sex and repels each other. How do two people with the same hormones produce love?How to attract each other, how to accommodate each other?Is it because of sex, or what?

What kind of feeling is that... Yu Minglang's eyes are not clear, he only has physical impulses for Qi Sen, he thinks that's all, that's all there is to it, two men, can they still How to go further.

"Okay, yes, time and place."

Wei Mo: "Handsome guy, I don't know your name yet."

"Yu Minglang."

Wei Mo: "It's a nice name."

Everyone said his name was nice.

"Thank you."

The place Wei Mo sent him was in the commercial street of Linshui Bay, and the time was seven o'clock in the evening.

He flicked his phone and thought of Yu Zhengyan saying that he was going on a business trip abroad and he would not be back in a short time. The housekeeper would not ask him where he was going, but there were always people from Yu Zhengyan staring at him. That place was a decent bar , not like "thecolour", where young people like to hang out and go crazy.

He set off on Saturday night, the driver dropped him off and left.

He stood at the door of the cafe, and the waiter inside was replaced by a girl, smiling happily with her ponytail on, and Wei Mo was not there. He called someone, and that guy was naturally very familiar, and the first thing he said was A "handsome guy" is not shy at all.

He asked naggingly, "Where are you?"

Yu Minglang: "It's right at the door of that cafe."

It seemed that someone was talking to Wei Mo, with a gentle male voice, and he said, "Wait a minute, there is a lot of silence: "Handsome guy, I've already come in, you wait there, I'll pick you up. "

He said, "Okay."

Sure enough, not long after, he saw a person running across the street, different from the last time he met, wearing a big frame on his face, wearing white T jeans, like a middle school student, younger than he looked at the counter Not a lot.

He ran over, leaned in front of Yu Minglang and said hello: "Handsome guy!"

Yu Minglang smiled at him: "Let's go."

Wei Mo has his own charm. Although he is a boy, his eyes and brows are charming, and when he smiles, his eyes seem to be full of water.When he looked at Yu Minglang, there was a small hook in his eyes. He was implying himself, and Yu Minglang knew about it, but he didn't express it. From beginning to end, it was calm and composed.

Wei Mo was very measured. Seeing that Yu Minglang was not really interested in him, he finally refrained from attacking a little bit. However, it was also a pleasure to talk to him. His words were humorous and interesting, which made people feel very comfortable. Yu Minglang was disgusted.

The bar was on the eighth floor, and the two took the elevator up.

Wei Mo: "It's mainly for friends in the circle to get together, and I will also bring my own friends over."

He blinked at Yu Minglang and smiled badly: "If you see something you like, don't let it go."

"You look like a student."

Yu Minglang nodded: "You are an adult, don't worry."

Hearing Wei Mo's oops, he put his hands on his head and laughed, "It's great to be a student!"

The elevator is transparent. When he said this, his eyes glanced outside, and the corners of his mouth curled into a smile, but there was an inexplicable sadness in his eyes.

Yu Minglang: "It's pretty good."

He didn't think too much about it, he just agreed with Wei Mo's words, most people's life, the easiest time is probably the student period!

The elevator door opened, and Wei Mo walked out first: "This way."

This was a small party, everyone was dressed casually, Yu Minglang was more conspicuous, as soon as he entered, he attracted the attention of all the men inside.

Wei Mo leaned into his ear with a smile on his lips, and whispered, "Minglang, you're being targeted."

He took Yu Minglang to sit on the bar, asked the bartender for two glasses of wine, and pushed him a cocktail: "I'm an adult."

Yu Minglang took it with a smile, and looked around. Most of the people here are young people, and there are a few who look a little older, around 30 years old. The people sitting here, without exception, are all gay.

Since he came in, people's eyes have been falling on him, very explicit, no matter from his appearance or temperament, he has attracted people to chase, the party has just begun, it is only the early stage of hunting, and he has become a sweet girl in the field. prey.

Wei Mo lay on the side and blinked innocently. He pushed Yu Minglang with his hand. Yu Minglang followed his line of sight and looked at him. A 30-year-old elite man looked at him. Seeing him, he also looked over and rushed towards him. With a smile, he raised his glass of wine.

Wei Mo said to him: "That person is very famous in the circle, he looks like an eighth, he is a creative director, he is romantic and personable, what do you think he looks like?"

Yu Minglang took a sip of his wine. The man was wearing a black suit and glasses. He looked like an elite ascetic. He raised his lips: "It's okay."

Wei Mo shook his head: "I think it's okay too, but it's a 0."

After he finished speaking, he shook his head helplessly. Looking at Wei Mo's appearance, he was also a zero. Wei Mo smiled and joked: "There is no end for two zeros together~"

That elite was actually a 0, Yu Minglang suddenly felt a little weird in his heart, he couldn't imagine the scene of that tall man lying under another man.Sure enough, you can't see through a person's appearance. He is a powerful person in the workplace during the day, but falls under another person at night.

The author has something to say:

Thank you Tuhua Paradise Art Worker Xiaozhi for the big picture, thank you