, the beginning and the end have always been out of his control. For him, every reunion is an unexpected surprise.
As for each farewell, Huang Dan's mood is indescribable, and he doesn't know if there will be another goodbye.
After a long time, Huang Dan picked up the pencil again, he glanced at the sketch on the sketch, the man's brows were slightly wrinkled, his eyebrows were sharp, and he looked like he was going to teach him a lesson. A small mistake before.
Huang Dan remembered that he saw Zhou Jiaojiao's hand when he was looking for an eraser.
After rationalizing his thoughts, Huang Dan took an eraser next to him and wiped off the two extra lines on the man's eyelids. He adjusted his sitting posture and continued to draw with serious concentration.
When the bust was completed, it was almost midnight.
Huang Dan closed the sketch and put it in the drawer. Without his instructions, the housekeeper would not tamper with his things. This has been the case since childhood.
After leaving the study and returning to the bedroom, Huang Dan didn't lie down on the bed immediately. He went to the bathroom to wash his hands with soap. The water that flowed into the sink was mixed with pencil ash and splashed all around.
Huang Dan looked up at the wide mirror in front of him, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and the person in the mirror was smiling.
You can laugh without the need for analog reference objects. Although it can’t be expressed more naturally, it is not so blunt compared to before, and the falseness can be seen at a glance.
Huang Dan raised his wet hand and brushed back the black hair in front of his forehead. He looked at his face, which did not match his age. At the class reunion tomorrow, he would inevitably be used to talk about it. .
After a while in front of the mirror, Huang Dan cleaned the pool and went out. He was about to go to the bottle of wine in the wine cabinet in the living room, but as soon as he walked into the living room, he alarmed the butler who was very sensitive.
The lights in the living room suddenly turned on, and Huang Dan narrowed his eyes.
Song Min was wearing a long black coat and trousers, and the two smears of white on his temples became more and more obvious. He asked in surprise, "Master, it's so late, you haven't slept yet?"
Huang Dan said, "I've lost sleep."
He was unaware of the lowness in his voice, as well as a bit of helplessness and grievance, like a child who encountered something that bothered him and could solve it no matter what, crying to his parents.
The surprise in Song Min's eyes deepened. He got closer, and tidied up the young man's cuffs. "Have you not been drinking?"
Huang Dan said, "After drinking it, I still can't sleep."
Song Min frowned, his face with deep facial features would look severe because of this action, but his tone was very calm when he spoke, and even sounded doting, "Is that young master hungry or thirsty? ?"
Huang Dan said he was thirsty, "Go to the wine cabinet and get me a bottle of Lafite."
He remembered what time it was now, and had no time to sober up, "Forget it, give me a glass of boiling water."
Song Min didn't say anything, just rolled up his sleeves, revealing tight muscles in his arms. He took a lemon from the refrigerator and went to the kitchen. After the water in the cup was at the right temperature, he cut the lemon and put two slices in it.
Huang Dan was on the balcony. He opened the pane of glass facing him halfway, and a clammy cold hit his face. In his field of vision, the rain curtain was entangled with the night, and it couldn't be torn apart in a short time.
The shoulders sank, a coat was put on, Huang Dan sneezed, and the person turned back to the living room.
Song Min closed the glass window tightly. He looked at the black-haired youth nestled in the sofa. The lines between his eyebrows did not disappear, but deepened.
Huang Dan took a sip of lemonade, his body was pressed against his coat, and his nightgown was a bit messy.
Song Min took a pair of gray cotton socks from the bedroom, bent down slightly, held the young man's foot, rubbed his cold toes with his palm, put on the socks for him, and carefully pulled the socks up. Pull, and go to hold the other one.
During the whole process, Song Min didn't say a word.
Huang Dan didn't speak, his eyes fell on the TV screen, and he tuned it from beginning to end. He couldn't find any channels he was interested in. Most of them were rebroadcasts of TV dramas. "Is there any news after zero o'clock?"
Song Min said, "Probably so."
Huang Dan knew that the housekeeper was usually asleep and didn't know the TV program at this time. He put down the remote control and drank water in silence.
Song Min walked behind the youth and rubbed the sun on both sides of him.
After all, he raised his own children. After decades of getting along, Song Min knew the habits of young people like the palm of his hand.
There was a more comfortable voice in Huang Dan's breath,