When Xu Baichuan was sitting in the taxi, he still seemed to be in a dream.
During high school, Cheng Xu didn't show any inclination to like boys. The first time he saw him with a man was when Xu Baichuan was trying to please Tang Jin's friends, and then he realized that he was actually gay.
But he never thought about himself, after all Cheng Xu treated him very badly.
Just now he refused without leaving a trace, Cheng Xu gradually regained consciousness from losing control, as if what he said just now was another strange joke,
As expected of a person whose acting skills are comparable to his, Xu Baichuan can't tell whether the front is a play or the back is a play. But no matter which one, it is enough to keep a distance between him and Cheng Xu.
He rejected the other party's offer to send him, and the two parted ways downstairs. While in the elevator, Cheng Xu suddenly asked him a question without thinking: "Is timing important?"
Xu Baichuan thought about whether to speculate on Cheng Xu's bias and then deliberately said the opposite, but it was not necessary, he said: "It's important."
This is necessarily the same problem as chance. Of course, chance does not mean necessity, but in the limited length of human life, as long as the inequality cannot be proved, there is no difference between chance and necessity. The same is true of timing. Those who grasp and those who do not grasp will go to different forks. Even if the end point is the same, if we cannot see that day, it is meaningless to go to the same goal by different routes.
No matter how much you think about it, it is useless. There are indeed thousands of paths, and there is only one way to go if you have a chance. So people still say less if so much, and enjoy yourself in time.
Cheng Xu didn't speak again until the moment the elevator opened and Xu Baichuan stepped out, he said behind him: "What I just said will always count."
Without looking back, Xu Baichuan said, "I am the same." Then he left the community.
The car that was ordered in advance was waiting on the side of the road. After getting in the car, the car drove away. Xu Baichuan thought, whether Cheng Xu was showing his true feelings or just another bad joke, there was only so much he could do.
The cold weather did not stop the enthusiasm of the young people. Eight o'clock in the evening is the time when many movies start and end. Women in coats and curly hair can be seen everywhere in various squares. Every step they take, their hair trembles, as if they are dancing. Elegant and beautiful. Xu Baichuan said in his heart, if only I liked women.
The car was parked at Henghu Emperor Garden.
Xu Baichuan got out of the car and walked into the hotel gate, found out the previous number on his phone and replied: [I'm here.]
He waited for a while, but there was no reply, so he had to search for the room number on the floor he had sent before, stood still in front of the door, and knocked on the door.
Xu Baichuan knocked for almost a minute before Tang Jin opened the door from the inside. When he saw him, he was taken aback, and the depression on his body disappeared in an instant. He looked down from above, and his eyes fell on Xu Baichuan's hands. Tang Jin grabbed his hand and pulled him into the room, saying, "Why are your hands so cold? Why are you here so late?"
In order to get rid of being in the same room with Cheng Xu as soon as possible, Xu Baichuan waited outside the community before the taxi he ordered arrived. After freezing for a while, it didn't start to warm up until we entered the hotel. He didn't feel it until he was suddenly held by Tang Jin's warm hand and realized that it was indeed a bit cold.
Xu Baichuan didn't break away from him, and followed him into the house, thinking: Didn't you ask me to come.
Tang Jin took his hands and rubbed them together twice, he let out a breath, frowned and asked, "Do you want to take a bath?"
Looking at Tang Jin from a close distance, Xu Baichuan felt sore and sour at being treated so tenderly by him. He couldn't tell what it was like, but he just cursed himself for being more and more motherly. At this moment, he wanted to cry. He had no choice but to endure the soreness, and said, "No, I've washed it." Then he pulled out his hand and pushed Tang Jin away, took off his heavy coat and threw it on the sofa, supported Tang Jin's shoulder, and leaned closer One step to kiss.
When Tang Jin was pushed away, he frowned dissatisfied. He didn't expect Xu Baichuan to kiss him. He was at a loss for a while, his hands froze in mid-air, and quickly regained the initiative after he realized it. Inserting both hands from Xu Baichuan's ears into his short black hair, he cupped his face and kissed him passionately.
From the back to the scalp, it seemed to be very cold, and Xu Baichuan couldn't help shivering. Tang Jin realized this, but instead of letting go, he stuck closer, pressing Xu Baichuan to his chest, possessive desire, joy, and thick longing overflowed from his lips and teeth, but they could not be conveyed to Xu Baichuan's heart.
The forceful kiss made it difficult for Xu Baichuan to resist. He slightly turned his head away to take a short breath, but was soon caught up by Tang Jin's lips.
After the kiss was over, Tang Jin didn't let go of Xu Baichuan, but closed his eyes, pressed his forehead against his forehead, rubbed the tip of his nose with him, and kissed his eyes from time to time.
He moved a little, but was held down by Tang Jin again. Tang Jin opened his eyes, looked at Xu Baichuan for a while, and suddenly raised his hand to cover his eyes. Qiuhou said as if to settle accounts: "Didn't you say that you don't want to see me?"
The strength of hugging him was too heavy, Xu Baichuan had an illusion: Maybe Tang Jin really missed him. But the illusion fireworks usually fall after they have blown up, and the cold lines of words on the unknown number made his mind instantly clear. His hand went down Tang Jin's waist to between his legs, Tang Jin's breathing was stagnant, and he said in surprise, "What are you doing?"
The sleeping place quickly bulged, Xu Baichuan said with a smile: "Me."
Tang Jin's face turned red. He paused for a while, then suddenly picked up Xu Baichuan and walked to the bed, put him down on the bed, and put his hands on his sides. As if he didn't know how to like him, he looked at Xu Baichuan carefully, tightened his hand on the bed sheet, and slowly leaned over.
Xu Baichuan couldn't bear his imaginative eyes, so he suddenly put his hand on Tang Jin's chest, and said, "One last time." After a few more times, his decision to leave after all was about to waver.
Tang Jin stopped and asked in confusion, "What?"
Xu Baichuan said: "It seems that we are together..." He immediately felt that the words were inappropriate, and corrected him: "For the sake of the seven years I have been by your side, you don't care what you do to me, let Luo Junyu go."
"Luo Junyu?" Tang Jin froze, finally realizing what the lingering strange feeling was.