his pretty little dumb

The weather in the south is good and bad, and suddenly it rained cats and dogs outside.

Lin Moyan was wearing a thin light blue shirt, a pair of home pants and bare feet standing by the floor-to-ceiling window looking out at the rain, his eyes were gloomy.

"Mr. Lin." The housekeeper held a glass of milk in his hand, followed his eyes to see the rain outside, sighed in his heart, and said slowly: "Mr. Shen, maybe I won't be back."

Lin Moyan turned around, looked up at the butler with a slight smile, gestured and said, "Uncle He, I understand, you should go to bed early too." He took the milk and drank it in one go, then gave it back housekeeper.

The butler took the glass, gently closed the door and left.

Lin Moyan was born dumb and couldn't speak. His family has been a scholarly family for generations. He started working as a web writer after finishing college.

He and Shen Jiaming met in a certain summer, and that summer was a particularly unforgettable summer for him.

The decoration in the coffee shop is retro style, and the seats are made of high-quality sandalwood. Leslie Cheung's "Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter" is playing in the hall. This is one of his favorite songs. He often comes here to write and find inspiration.

He leaned back slightly, leaning his elbows on the countertop, watching the osmanthus petals outside the window drifting to the man's shoulders with the breeze, his eyes followed the petals to the man's peach eyes, the man walked briskly, holding a He held the phone close to his ear, talking with a smile on his face.

The man as beautiful as a picture scroll noticed Lin Moyan's gaze, and out of curiosity, the man looked back and smiled.

The sudden staring made him confused, his rapid heartbeat missed a beat, and he pretended to type on the keyboard in order to look natural, but he didn't know how deliberate such behavior was in the eyes of a man.

There was a crisp wind chime on the glass door, and a clear and steady sound rang in my ears.

"Hello, may I sit here?"

Lin Moyan was taken aback for a moment, then nodded slowly.

When the man passed by him, he smelled the faint scent of cologne mixed with male hormones.

After the man sat down and crossed his legs and ordered a cup of black coffee, he glanced at Lin Moyan, with a trace of interest in his eyes.

"Hello, Shen Jiaming, I don't know what your name is?" Shen Jiaming folded his hands on his knees, and his words were somewhat formal.

Lin Moyan looked up at his long eyelashes trembling slightly, pursed his lips, gestured gently and said: "Lin Moyan."

Shen Jiaming stroked his nose with his fingers, thinking that such a good-looking person was actually dumb, and shook his head silently.

"We can talk on paper." Shen Jiaming wrote on the khaki book next to his laptop and a pen.

Lin Moyan didn't like women since he was a child. He liked men full of mature charm. Seeing that the man in front of him didn't dislike him for being dumb, he felt a little more fond of him.

The two chatted happily on paper, and Shen Jiaming decided that if he got along well with him, he would marry him.

The mobile phone in his trouser pocket vibrated, Shen Jiaming took out the mobile phone, glanced at the contact person, and quickly picked up the phone.

"Mom, I'm seeing you." He said while smiling at Lin Moyan who was opposite him.

There was a noisy mahjong sound on the other end of the phone, and a few women could be heard laughing from time to time. Shen's mother raised her voice and said, "The client just called and waited for half an hour, and you still lied to me."

Shen Jiaming looked at Lin Moyan, and said lazily: "Light blue striped clothes, white and clean, with a handsome appearance of a scholar, isn't the one sitting by the window?"

"Shen Jiaming, are you colorblind? It's obviously a white shirt and black trousers."

Shen Jiaming looked around and saw the man in the middle sitting and playing with his mobile phone. He slowly got up from his seat and said, "Okay, I got it." After he hung up the phone, he wrote his contact information on a piece of paper with a face on his face. Showing a trace of embarrassment, he said, "Sorry for the interruption."

Lin Moyan watched him walk to another table and sit down, thinking that he still needs a blind date with his looks?

Shen Jiaming is 25 years old this year. His parents know that his sexual orientation is male. He talked with a boyfriend in college. The two broke up after graduation. After a year of depression, he devoted himself to work. Shen's father bluntly said If you want to inherit his company, you must get married. Shen's father and Shen's mother want someone to accompany and take care of his son, so they must let him get married first.

In order to be able to inherit the company, Shen Jiaming went on blind dates many times over the years, but he never met a man who made him fall in love.

Lin Moyan, as usual, went to the coffee shop to find inspiration, hoping to meet Shen Jiaming again, but he never met by chance.

All encounters were deliberate long-term encounters, until he met him again under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree a month later.

"Long time no see, Lin Moyan." Shen Jiaming smiled and gesticulated, with a pair of peach blossom eyes and crescent moons when he smiled.

Lin Moyan was holding a handbag in his hand, and the breeze gently brushed over his fair cheeks, and there was a faint scent of sweet-scented osmanthus around him. He stared blankly at those smiling peach blossom eyes.

This street is an old street in Futian Town. A row of osmanthus trees are planted on the side of the street. In summer, osmanthus flowers come with the breeze and the fragrance of osmanthus brings a fragrance to the old street. There are various small shops around. The toy store is a magical place for couples to date.

Seeing him stunned, Shen Jiaming stepped forward and put his hands on his shoulders, explaining with a smile: "I've been learning gestures for a month." As he spoke, he looked at his fair little face and blushed, "Go, brother Please have a big meal."

Lin Moyan didn't expect that someone would be willing to learn dumb language for him, and his heart beat suddenly.

Lin Moyan secretly glanced at the peach-petal jade face in front of him, with thick eyebrows and peach eyes, thin beams and red lips, and his heartbeat speeded up unconsciously.

The two came to a Japanese restaurant, Shen Jiaming gesticulated and looked at the face carefully, thinking that it was definitely the choice to marry a wife.

After lunch, Shen Jiaming added his WeChat, looked at Lin Moyan and smiled meaningfully before leaving.

Afterwards, the two chatted frequently on WeChat, and Lin Moyan was more convinced that he liked Shen Jiaming, a little sweeter in his heart, and sometimes a little more inferior.

He was afraid that Shen Jiaming would mind that he was dumb.

I was also afraid that I was not worthy of such an excellent him.

He had never participated in his world before, but at this moment he wanted to participate in the world for the rest of his life.

On the evening of the New Year's Eve, Shen Jiaming invited him to dinner. That night, he wore a white formal suit and drove to Shen Jiaming's residence.

It was the first time he went to the place where Shen Jiaming lived, and he didn't know what to buy, so he Baidu went to other people's homes, what should he give away?

He definitely couldn’t afford to send the car to the house, so he finally chose to send red wine. There is a rockery in front of him. There is an artificial waterfall on the rockery, and the water flows down the rocks. In the pool, there are a few goldfish swimming happily , He drove to the parking space and parked the car, opened the door and got out of the car.

"Mr. Lin." Lin Moyan straightened his suit, and there was a sound behind him, and he turned around smiling but nodded nervously.

The butler, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, walked up to him and said, "Mr. Lin, Mr. is waiting for you inside."