yellow sorghum

Qi Sen lost his coat and stood there with a stiff posture. Yu Minglang saw a tinge of red on his face, spreading all the way to his neck.Qi Sen's friend raised his jacket and called out to him twice. The black alphabet jacket stood out from everyone and was very eye-catching.

Yu Minglang was no stranger to the man holding his coat, and a beam of light happened to hit him in the face, it was Zheng Sining.

The two appeared in this place together. The people in the audience laughed wantonly, and their eyes were bent into crescent moons. He was talking to a few people around him. Those people were obviously a few years older than the two of them. They were all familiar faces. Yu Minglang Haven't seen it before.

The dancer probably wanted this effect, but he didn't expect that the body under the jacket was handsome and slender, he played with it, put his hands on Qi Sen's shoulders, and began to dance passionately with his strong body under his hands.

Two bodies are intertwined under the light, one is enchanting, the other is incomprehensible, Qi Sen's expression is weird, making people feel strange, the dancer is entangled with him, rubbing his arm, he frowned twice, see In the end, he was merciless and pushed the dancer staggeringly, and jumped off the stage in some embarrassment. When he went down, his expression was not very good. He passed through the booing crowd, snatched the coat from Zheng Sining's hand, and turned black. A face squeezed out of the crowd.He was angry, which made Yu Minglang very puzzled. When he was joking around, Qi Sen became angry. His behavior was like... like a straight man.

The dancer was a little stunned, but what he was good at was adjusting the atmosphere. He made a hand gesture off the stage, the DJ nodded, and the music changed, and they merged into the new dance again. It was as if what happened just now had never happened In general, the atmosphere became active again.

Yu Minglang stared at the back of Qi Sen's head, turned the wine glass in his hand, the bluish clear liquid looked very beautiful on his pale fingers.

"Wei Mo."

Wei Mo has already devoted himself to the new dance, he poked his head over while applauding: "What's wrong?"

Yu Minglang seemed to be unintentional, but he seemed to ask him seriously: "Tell me, what is liking?"

The music was loud, he thought, asking this question here is not a bit inappropriate.

Wei Mo couldn't answer: "How can I say this?"

His eyes reflected the color of the light, brilliantly.

Yu Minglang let out a low laugh, his bangs covered his eyebrows when he lowered his head, he said to himself in a very low voice: "Can there really be love between the same sex?"

He still can't figure it out. Hormones don't attract each other, biological principles don't hold water, and most people don't agree with them. How can such emotions be established?

This is an interrogative sentence. The master who spoke was full of confusion, his side face was pale, and he looked very fragile. Wei Mo was not angry. For a homosexual, this might be offensive, but he told Yu Minglang in a very calm tone: "Yes, why not."

He pointed to the others and asked him, "Look at them."

Yu Minglang turned his head, and Wei Mo asked him, "What did you see?"

Yu Minglang was puzzled: "What?"

Wei Mo laughed twice: "That's right, it's nothing, we are all ordinary people!"

He ordered another glass of wine, and when he poured it down his throat, he raised his head and smiled at Yu Minglang: "What they have is also the feeling that ordinary people have. It's normal to like someone, but they're the same gender."

Yu Minglang didn't speak, just stared at his glass in a daze, Wei Mo hiccupped and leaned on the table: "Minglang! Have you ever heard a word, what's it called, it's quite famous... ···Oh! Love has no boundaries, if you like it, you will fall in love with it, why do you think so much?"

Yu Minglang bowed his head and did not speak, his expression was unclear, but his lips could be seen tightly pursed into a straight line.

"I do not know."

Wei Mo: "Huh?"

He lowered his head and buried his head in his arms, exposing his reddish ears from the wine, only to hear him say in a muffled voice, "I don't know, whether I like it or not, I don't know..."

His lips parted slightly, with a look of embarrassment, and he said after a while, "I still have desires for him."

He has grown up so much, he has never liked others, and he has never tasted the taste of liking, how does he know, what is liking, how can he distinguish clearly!

He who had always been calm suddenly became flustered.

Wei Mo's hand, which was about to comfort him, stopped in the air, his eyes widened, and he blinked again and again, suddenly a little dazed.

Yu Minglang buried his face in his arms, only feeling that the alcohol was not high in alcohol, why did his face get so hot, Wei Mo didn't speak, Yu Minglang raised his head slightly, their eyes met, and saw his big laugh it out.

Wei Mo laughed and leaned back on the table again, exaggeratingly hammering the bar with his hands: "Hahahahahahaha, you're going to kill me laughing!"

Yu Minglang's cheeks were reddish with a trace of annoyance, Wei Mo wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his hand, and opened his mouth to reveal a mouthful of neat white teeth, only to hear him say: "If you like someone, of course you have desires! Don’t you like him because you want to be with him? 90.00% of men have this kind of thinking.”

Yu Minglang frowned: "It's not as dirty as you think."

Wei Mo sat upright, and asked him in a serious tone: "Besides that person, do you have such thoughts about other people?"

He thought for a while, then pointed to himself: "For example, me."

Yu Minglang looked at his face and slowly shook his head.

Wei Mo put his hands on his shoulders and looked straight into his eyes: "Look, you only have that feeling for him, which means that you just like him, like someone, and want to possess him, Wanting to hug him, wanting to kiss him, wanting to have ~ai with him are all manifestations of liking, you don’t need to be confused by this.”

If you like it, you will like it. Why do you think so much?

It's just that he likes it. He repeated Wei Mo's words in his mind, and sat there blankly, but there was something in his heart, as if suddenly relieved, he had desires for Qi Sen, and that was also part of his liking!Like is made up of many parts, this is only a small part of it, but it is also the beginning, he was thinking, what should he do next?

The lights were blurred, and he seemed to have left the country. Yu Minglang shook his head abruptly. There was only one thought in his mind, he didn't want to look at plum blossoms to quench his thirst.

He looked at the place where Qi Sen disappeared, squinted, his eyes were clear, he put down the wine glass in his hand, and said to Wei Mo, "I'm going to the bathroom."

Wei Mo waved at him like an old father: "Go, go."

Yu Minglang's face was indifferent and expressionless, but the warm heart in his chest was beating non-stop right now, as if it was about to pop out of his chest.

He raised his hand, covered the place, and took a long breath.

Qi Sen was walking in the direction of the toilet, but he was still inside the venue and did not leave.

Yu Minglang bypassed the noisy crowd, turned a corner, and turned into the corridor of the toilet. The sound insulation there was good. Once the door was closed, it was like entering another world, isolated from the outside world.

The light was bright, and the tiles reflected a glaring white light. The faint smell of disinfectant and toilet incense lingered at the tip of his nose. He stood by the mirror for a while. The young man in the mirror had a delicate but pale face. His brows and eyes are deep, like his short-lived mother.

Ten compartments, with a blank face, he pushed the doors open one by one without making a sound, the seventh, the eighth, the ninth...the tenth.

He lowered his eyes, and put his slender fingers on the metal doorknob, which showed that the door lock was not locked, and the thin plastic door was only vaguely closed. A little came out through the crack of the door.

He put his hand on the door, as if he could feel the warm body of the person inside.

Yu Minglang closed his eyes, slowly exerted force with his wrist, and pushed the door open with his last palm. There was only a creaking sound, and the door was pushed open. Through the thin smoke, the two looked at each other. Between the man's knuckle fingers, his eyes were slightly dazed, looking at the intruder.

Yu Minglang pursed his lips, and when he raised his eyes again, his eyes were full of admiration, without any concealment, he lifted his foot, went up the steps, entered the cubicle, and closed the door with his backhand, the movement was done in one go.

Yu Minglang licked his lips, his voice was slightly hoarse: "Qisen."

The author has something to say:

I'm not sure about the update before NO.20, I'm very sorry.

I thought about that conversation for a long time and decided to revise it.

I haven't updated tonight, it's being saved, everyone, let's go to sleep!