charming childish

Forget it, Zhou Mingfei obviously watched it carefully, and suddenly asked in confusion, "Is it a pity?"

Jiaer was taken aback, and realized what he was asking. He was a little embarrassed but calmed down quickly, and replied lightly, "He has his world."

Zhou Mingfei didn't say anything more, turned around and walked away to continue his original work, and said, "Continue to pay attention to Eddie, maybe he can be regarded as an opponent."

Jiaer's heart fluctuated slightly. At that time, he chose to separate from He Yu almost without hesitation. Of course, he has no regrets now, but no regrets does not mean no nostalgia.

He remembers He Yu's honey-colored skin, his undisguised desire like a little beast, the lingering kiss in Macau, He Yu's carrying him in the rain by the Suzhou River in the middle of the night, and his every day on the bed A moment of tenderness... Jiaer felt that many things could not be concluded, but when he was with He Yu, he was sure that this person liked him, 100% sure.

But he broke this certainty with his own hands. People say that innocent people are the cruelest, and Jiaer knew the meaning of this sentence in himself.

He looked at Zhou Mingfei's back, and a completely different feeling arose in his heart. At this moment, he understood that he was greedy for He Yu, and his desire for Zhou Mingfei could not be hidden.

Longing made him hold out his hand, longing made him take it back.

Ever since he met Zhou Mingfei who was drunk at the bar that night, Jia Er has followed him to work, doing all kinds of simple or complicated things. He is only a freshman, but now he is like a newcomer in the workplace, facing various jobs The test of the world, and the pickiness of this extraordinary "boss".

He feels that he is growing rapidly, whether it is his heart, his ability to deal with things, his ability to communicate with people, his aesthetic appreciation of fashion, and his professionalism in improving fashion. In a sense, he has a whole world best teacher ever.It's just that he thinks it shouldn't be just that. He even thought that the so-called occupation and the workplace had nothing to do with the positioning between him and Zhou Mingfei, but now it has become everything between them. This is wrong. .

Only that feather-light kiss reminded Jiaer that everything is more than that, it shouldn't be, it's just that.

Lingering Bathroom and Neroli Ring

As winter deepens, the decoration of the studio is finally coming to an end. Tomorrow, the last crystal chandelier will be delivered and installed, and it will be considered a success. Zhou Mingfei is in a good mood, so he gives Jiaer the name of the restaurant and asks him to book a seat for two people. There was tenderness in Jiaer's heart, for so long, he had never had a formal date with Zhou Mingfei other than a working meal.

Zhou Mingfei answered the phone and went to the balcony. Jiaer only heard a low but gentle tone, and then the tone gradually increased, as if he was arguing with someone. Suddenly Zhou Mingfei yelled, "Jiang Rusi, you are enough!"

Jiaer was startled, and a haughty and glamorous figure appeared in his mind.

Zhou Mingfei walked into the room holding the phone tightly in both hands, his face still full of anger. Jiaer had never seen Zhou Mingfei really angry. No matter how cumbersome the work these days, no matter how many mistakes Jiaer made, Zhou Mingfei always Patiently explaining to him and teaching him slowly, Jiaer secretly figured out what kind of people and things could make him angry, but he could bear it all.

Jiaer was looking forward to the dinner for two at night, and only hoped that Zhou Mingfei's mood would not be completely ruined. However, the time was approaching, and Zhou Mingfei showed no sign of leaving at all. Jiaer couldn't help but reminded him, saying that the restaurant called to ask about the appointment. Whether the seat should be reserved, Zhou Mingfei hesitated for a moment, as if he just remembered it, said to reserve it, and then said lightly, "If there is nothing else, you should go home first."

Then, just go.

Jiaer stayed where he was, and Zhou Mingfei left just like that. He made a reservation for dinner, and Jiaer went to check the restaurant on purpose. You can see the night view of the Huangpu River, but it is not open to the public. You can reserve a seat only after you invite and make an appointment. Private, quiet, romantic.

There's a restaurant, there's a dinner, there's a romance, it's just the people who dine with, not Carl.

It was so absurd that it was unbelievable, Jiaer remembered the words He Yu cried out, "Fang Jiaer, what do you think you are?!"

I thought, I thought, I am the person around you, and I will be the person you take to heart.

The world is full of jokes, something in Jiaer's chest seems to explode, he feels uncomfortable, he wants an answer, he can't wait for a moment, he wants it today, he wants it now.

Zhou Mingfei lived in an old house not far from the studio. There used to be the most small red brick buildings of this kind in the French Concession, and the old ones were very expensive to rent. Jiaer only vaguely remembered that it was in this area, and he was in a must-pass At the entrance of the corridor, I waited stubbornly.

Carl stood downstairs holding his breath. It was a cold night in the depths of winter. After waiting for a while, he went to a nearby convenience store to buy a bunch of wine, and sat on the stairs in front of the apartment to drink.

The wine is cold, and the temperature is cold. Jiaer drank and thought, which idiot in a literary movie said that the more he drank the wine, the warmer he was. He was so cold that he was about to lose consciousness.

Zhou Mingfei, who came home late at night, just saw Jia Er who was paralyzed downstairs at home, a wine bottle lying on the ground, and a pair of transparent red eyes. Jia Er staggered and wanted to stand up, but finally fell to the ground , Zhou Mingfei approached with his hands in his coat pockets, and slowly squatted in front of him. Jiaer didn't say a word, panting, but his red eyes seemed to be full of words. Zhou Mingfei unbuttoned his coat, stretched out his hand He took the cold man into his arms.

Jiaer was trembling, tears were streaming down like this, whimpering like a wounded animal, Zhou Mingfei patted his back lightly, put his chin on Jiaer's head, picked him up, and walked into the corridor .

The apartment is on the top floor, an old house without an elevator, and the old-fashioned spiral staircase winds round and round to the door. Halfway up, the person in Zhou Mingfei's arms struggled, and said vaguely, "I'm so dizzy." Zhou Ming Fei laughed and said, "Who do you want to be brave with or angry with?"

Jia Erlai squirmed on Zhou Mingfei's body, his eyes were drunk, and he was extremely wronged, "You don't want me, it's you, don't want me."

Zhou Mingfei sighed, and dragged the drunk boy, who was half a head taller than him, into the room with his last bit of strength.

Throwing Jiaer onto the sofa, touching his cold face and hands, Zhou Mingfei said, "Wait a minute, I'll run the water and give you a hot bath."

The blushing boy nodded obediently, his sad expression was replaced by a slight smile.

There was the sound of rushing water from the bathroom, and Jiaer lay half of his body on the sofa, turning his head to look around the room.

The furnishings in the room are not complicated, and the colors are monotonous. The object that occupies the largest line of sight is a huge painting, which takes up an entire half of the wall. The paint is mottled and sprayed, and traces were swept out by some tool. Carle stared at it. This painting, inexplicably a little distracted, blurted out, "That painting is so crazy."

Zhou Mingfei, who was coming out of the bathroom, was stunned for a moment and didn't talk to him. Jiaer continued to ask, "Did you draw it?"

Zhou Mingfei seemed unwilling to answer, so he was silent for a while and said, "No."

"What is the painting?"

"a feeling."

"What does it feel like?" Jiaer seemed to be fascinated by it, chasing after it.

"All the urge to not regret it."

Jiaer was silent, his hazy eyes were about to close, his head shook slightly, and he repeated as if making up his mind, "No regrets, impulsiveness, no regrets."

Zhou Mingfei picked up the topic, "The water is ready, go take a bath, don't wake up tomorrow and find that you are half paralyzed at a young age."

Jiaer understood, and moved his body with a smile, but found that he was too stiff and limp to use his strength at all, and fell to the floor with a "boom".

Zhou Mingfei frowned, dragged him up from the ground again, sighed, and started to undress him, coat, coat, sweater, shirt... He stopped suddenly, "Hey, you are also a popular model after all. , is my assistant to a big designer, you actually wear long johns?!" Zhou Mingfei teased him jokingly.

Jiaer's face turned even redder, as if he was about to break free but completely powerless, "Ah...but, it's really cold..."

Zhou Mingfei's fingers touched Jiaer's face, and everywhere he went was cold, and his fair skin was pink because of drunkenness... His slender eyes were deeply drunk, with a hazy watery light Glittering, like peach blossoms, the drooping bangs cover his eyes from time to time, making him look more innocent and fragile... Zhou Mingfei lost his mind for a moment, remembering that early autumn, when he suddenly saw him rushing out of the dark crowd, he was as white and blushing as ever. The face and the whole body are filled with a clear breath, which reminds him of the daffodil boy in Greek mythology.

Jiaer didn't know what the other party was thinking at this time, only knew that a pair of gentle hands helped him remove the clothes on his body, and the deeper chill made him curl up, and then he was carried into the steamy bathroom by a pair of strong arms, Slowly put it into a large vat of hot water.

"Ah..." The sudden warmth made his whole body relax. He submerged his whole body and head in the water, and when he couldn't hold his breath, he popped his head out again. When he opened his eyes, he flew downstream through the top of his head. Under the water curtain, Zhou Mingfei outside the bathtub was also splashed with water all over his face, and he stared at him intently.

It was because the space was too small and the water vapor was too hot. Jiaer felt that Zhou Mingfei, who was fierce during the day, had disappeared. His eyes were unfathomable, and Jiaer felt that he was about to fall into it.

Jiaer opened his mouth and gasped for breath, Zhou Mingfei gently supported his chin, his eyelashes flickered, and kissed him.

Jiaer was drunk, he hooked Zhou Mingfei's neck tightly, his lips and teeth intertwined, as if he wanted to kiss him into his life, he clung to Zhou Mingfei, and soon Zhou Mingfei's clothes were wet