The rain and snow dragged the cold current, and the temperature dropped all the way, and it broke the freezing point neatly. In Linan on the fourth day of the first year, another heavy snowstorm hit the sky, and the sky and the earth were all connected into a vast and thick white.
Looking from the window, the square scene in sight is like a sparse and huge sketch.
Lv Zhichun gladly accepted Qiao Fengtian's invitation, and the joyful anticipation in his tone made Qiao Fengtian's "sinful" string plucked incessantly.
You are still young, I am here for your own good.
After hanging up the phone, Qiao Fengtian leaned against the window and read it silently three times in his heart.
The meeting place is about in the city, Lavande Plaza on the first floor of Guangshi Building, holy mountain in Block A. Because the former residence of Li Mingchen's ancestral home in the late Qing Dynasty is located on the south side of the square, it is one of the iconic tourist attractions in Linan, so there is a lot of traffic nearby. From the beginning of the year to the end of the year, there is no reduction.
When it comes to holy mountain, ordinary people are not very familiar with it, but Linan's gay circle is well-known. The name of the store literally translates to Holy Mountain, which is said to be taken from Alessandro's avant-garde experimental film. The marketing emphasis with religious intent also appears to be a deliberate cover-up.
Holy Mountain is open all year round. It will close at 7:00 pm to clear the venue, and then turn into a gay bar. It is open on four, five and six days and strictly implements a membership system.
Lu Zhichun boiled seven or eight pots of boiling water in the rental house, filled a large pot, and took a big bath. From the cabinet, he turned over a patchwork fleece jacket that he didn't wear much, put on a regular woolen shirt, and stretched out the collar with his hands. Before going out, he scratched his hair with water.
As a result, Qiao Fengtian saw him from a distance, looked him up and down with a black umbrella, and then burst into laughter, "I'm not bringing you on a blind date when I ask you to drink coffee."
"I... that..." Lu Zhichun was embarrassed to say it, and he couldn't speak well, so he could only bow his head and scratch his neck.
"Okay." She covered him under the umbrella and brushed the snow off his clothes. "Let's go, it's very close."
Qiao Fengtian asked Du Dongxian to book a booth with Sister Zeng. One is to be concerned about the emotions of the two, and the other is to find a natural opportunity to meet at the right time. If he really wanted to be so unsuspecting, Qiao Fengtian couldn't guarantee that Lv Zhichun would not turn around and leave.
Lv Zhichun was naive and pure, and he looked at his heart with a big mouth, but in Qiao Fengtian's eyes, he was actually stubborn, bored, and unspeakable.
During the day, holy mountain is also dimly lit, and the turnover has always been bleak. It is said that the owner opened the store, but it is not really to make money. It doesn't matter how many people there are, it is fine if you don't lose money. Qiao Fengtian and Lv Zhichun took their seats in a booth next to Du Dong. The bright and clean floor-to-ceiling windows on the side can see the snow and pedestrians clearly, but they just cut off the sound of the city.
Qiao Fengtian took a sip of steam in his palm, rubbed it back and forth, then flipped through two pages of the menu, and ordered a cup of Americano and a mojito.
"Is it cool?"
"Well, it's fine." Lu Zhichun smiled.
I didn't make a good draft before, and I didn't know how to start for a while. your hometown? your school? your classmate? your mother? Your stepfather... Qiao Fengtian cupped his chin with one hand, and gently drew circles on the table with the index finger of the other hand. These common questions went back and forth in his mind.
How to say good? Which one is suitable
How to start the chapter, in order to make it appear that you are not referring to what you are saying, but have other plans.
"Zhichun'er."
"kindness?"
"Don't you want to go home when it's New Year's Eve?"
Lu Zhichun's slender palm wiped the water mist condensed on the window, and wiped the water stains on his hand. He stretched his head out to probe, watching the snow flakes swirl in a hurry, falling from the endless dome. Then shrugged: "I don't really want to."
"Just because your parents don't accept the fact that you are gay?" Qiao Fengtian continued.
Lv Zhichun touched his nose and smiled in confusion, "Joe, Brother Qiao, how do you know about my parents..."
"Guess." Lying can also be done without writing a draft, and opening his mouth without changing his face, "Isn't it all said on the Internet, isn't it all this routine."
"Part of the reason, not all." Lu Zhichun said vaguely.
The male waiter came over with a round tray. The American coffee was fine, but the mojito was very beautiful. The high-footed frosted glass holds the clear wine, and it is even more exquisite and crystal clear when it is added with ice. Lv Zhichun took the stirring stick and turned it slightly, and pressed the oily green mint leaf on the top.
Qiao Fengtian, who adhered to the principle of "can't talk about Tian'er to death", turned his head "buzzing" quickly, thinking about how to make a "edge ball" without causing it.
"My mother." Qiao Fengtian took Lin Shuangyu as a quote, "On the first day of the new year, I kicked your brother and I out of the house. I should be worse than you. You, in fact, should... "
Lv Zhichun was quite surprised, "Really, Brother Qiao, then, go and play with me for a few days, where do I have game consoles and discs! I just didn't pack them up..."
The focus is on the odd rise. Qiao Fengtian wanted to help his forehead.
Did I ask you to tell me this is useless? !
"Forget it, your home is too small to be able to sit down..." Qiao Fengtian raised his eyebrows. He didn't want to sit on the ceiling.
From the deck next door, there was a jingle of cups and plates touching each other. Lu Zhichun took a sip from the cup, it was a little too cold, and the ice made his temples tight. The tone also seemed cramped.
"Brother Qiao, are you and Brother Winter Melon... are you going to fire me?"
"No." Qiao Fengtian shook his head quickly, "Where do you want to go?"
He knew that Lu Zhichun was more sensitive and thoughtful than others.
"I'm not really trying to fire you, you've done a great job, I've always been satisfied, I just..."
"Don't be embarrassed, Brother Joe, really."
Lv Zhichun waved his hands back and forth, his smile was particularly clean and sincere, "If there is any problem, you can just cut it. I can also work in other cities, and it's easy to make a living."
"Ding!"
Lu Zhichun's mother accidentally knocked over the coffee cup, and the hot juice splashed on the skirt under the tablecloth. Sister Zeng involuntarily said "Yeah". While listening quietly, Du Dong, who was in a hurry, stood up and pulled out the tablecloth for him. The male waiter on the side also stepped forward quickly, helped Sister Zeng to get up, took two steps in a row, and exited the booth.
"Come on, you give in."
"I'm sorry!" He stabilized his swaying figure.
Qiao Fengtian frowned, hurriedly beckoning her to silence her, but was a step too late.
Lu Zhichun subconsciously tilted his head slightly, and his back stiffened.
"Nine, nine springs..."
Just looking at each other, her face was filled with strange emotions in an instant. The excitement of being reunited after a long absence, the self-repentance and disappointment of trying to find fruit, the resentment that was escaped and avoided, and the deep regret and guilt that Qiao Fengtian still couldn't understand.
All sorts of mixes make her facial features, which have always been dignified and self-sufficient, appear slightly compact and slightly decayed.
Qiao Fengtian was at a loss for a moment, and stood up with his support on the table. Du Dong was also confused by the second monk, staring at Qiao Fengtian, not knowing what to say.
Sister Zeng's nose was visibly moving and reddening. She rolled her eyelids forcefully and forced three layers of folds to stop her uncontrollable tears.
"Jiuchun, Jiuchun." He sniffed and wanted to reach out to caress, "How come you have become so thin, you..."
"Why are you here?!"
Lu Zhichun dodged subconsciously, and when he shouted anxiously, his voice was a bit choppy.
"I..." The hand stayed awkwardly in the air, neither forward nor backward.
"I'm not going back with you!"
Lv Zhichun's radical reaction exceeded Qiao Fengtian's expectations. It's just that before he could fully digest the current situation, Lu Zhichun anxiously got up, grabbed his clothes, pushed open the flat table indiscriminately, and tried to escape.
"You!" Qiao Fengtian hurriedly reached out and grabbed his arm, "Where are you going?! Don't go!"
Du Dong also reacted, and he took two steps to the front and stretched his arms, blocking Lu Zhichun's way.
"Hey, sir! The table can't be stepped on!"
The male waiter Shan saw that Lu Zhichun had turned over on the table, and hurriedly stopped her.
"Nine Springs!"
"Lu Zhichun, you!"
Qiao Fengtian stretched out his hand and grabbed the air, watching him take two steps forward like a bamboo pole, jumped to the ground, and broke through the group of three people.
"Fengtian! Chase, go and chase! Don't let him get into trouble!" Du Dong saw that Lv Zhichun had run away, and hurriedly pushed Qiao Fengtian, "I'll take care of Sister Zeng here! !"
"… well!"
Seeing Qiao Fengtian also chasing after him, Sister Zeng seemed to have cut off the stretched string and slumped on the chair. The corners of her mouth twitched, and the two decree lines were heavy, and the tears rolled down the ravines from the corner of her eyes to the corner of her mouth. Sister Zeng's sobbing voice was low and hoarse, which was both frowning and heart-wrenching.
Du Dong scratched the light gourd, reached out and stroked her slightly slender back.
"Sister Zeng... You hid something about Zhichun, didn't you?"
The outside is humid and cold.
Lu Yiming's heels were quite high, so Zheng Siqi gave her a small shoulder. The distance was just right, and the gentleman looked polite, but not frivolous. Lu Yiming looked up at him and gave him a grateful smile.
Both of them held an umbrella. Zheng Siqi pushed his glasses and walked side by side with her, feeling a little uncomfortable.
This girl's affection for him was too obvious.
He thought that he was nearly thirty-five years old, with a family and a family, and there were old and young, such a beautiful girl who looked clean and fresh, and returned from overseas, with both academic and career success, no matter how brainy The long water hyacinth doesn't look down on such an uncle, does he
Hurry up to finish the meal, walk through the scene, and go back and pay for it.
"Mr. Zheng, you don't talk much, right?" Lu Yiming asked him with a sweet smile when he was eating.
Dividing people, I have endless things to say to Zaoer. You may not be able to.
Zheng Siqi raised his eyebrows, pressed his knuckles against the temples, swallowed something in his mouth, and smiled gently, "Yes, I don't like to talk much, I'm actually quite bored."
"Shan Rui is not high. I like people like you, Mr. Zheng, and I also like children and people who wear glasses."
Zheng Siqi couldn't wait to throw his glasses into the small fountain that was bubbling next to him.
Everything else is second. Even if it is Zao'er, it is not the reason why he has been hesitating.
Zheng Siqi is very afraid that in a marriage, he will not find the feeling of loving someone. The construction of a relationship is hanging and hanging, without the slightest foundation, and it is very uncomfortable to be trapped in it, and to be blamed at every turn. It is better to be alone, comfortable, magnanimous, and not alone.
Of course, the root cause must be his own, Zheng Siqi thought very clearly. It's just that after so many years, he couldn't figure out why he was in a dead silence without ripples.
Must be really gay.
like joe-
Qiao Fengtian
"Lu Zhichun, can you stop running!" He heard this vaguely.
A vague figure from out of nowhere passed between Zheng Siqi and Lu Yiming with wind and snow. Startled, Lu Yiming took two steps and grabbed Zheng Siqi's arm.
Lu Zhichun
Zheng Siqi turned his head and saw a thin vine color in the distance of the wind and snow.