Their third meeting was really not too far apart. When Dong Zheng in a suit and leather shoes walked into the technology R&D department accompanied by the director, Cui Zuojing almost choked on his saliva, his eyes widened in disbelief. Looking at the man who had just chatted and ate at a table with him not long ago, he suspected that he was overworked and had problems with his eyes.
"Who is this?" the colleague next to him asked in a low voice.
"It seems to be the young master's family, the eldest son of Dong Zong." The older colleague replied.
Cui Zuojing silently took a sip of water and was shocked. He held the mouse again and clicked twice on the engineering drawings on the screen.
Suddenly meeting Dong Zheng at work, he is indeed a bit unnatural, the other party is not an ordinary person as he guessed, as far as he knows, the company owner Dong Yi has seven listed companies alone, and there are many more. Holding a controlling stake in a company is a well-deserved rich man.
He really didn't expect Dong Zheng to actually have something to do with him. No wonder Dong Zheng knew so much when he said that he was working here.
He thought like this, suddenly felt the light was blocked, looked up blankly, Dong Zhengzheng propped one arm on the fence of his workstation, lowered his head and smiled: "It's a coincidence, we meet again."
"It's quite a coincidence, but man-made coincidences are not coincidences." Dong Zheng's work card hung around his neck swaying in the air, and Cui Zuojing saw that it said "financial advisor".
Dong Zheng couldn't deny it. He glanced at Cui Zuojing's computer screen and said, "Go for a drink at night?"
"Tonight?" Cui Zuojing actually didn't want to agree. As a social animal, after finishing his eight-hour day's work, the only thing he wanted to do was go home and take a bath, watch videos or play in bed. The game, but facing Dong Zheng, he seemed to have completely lost the ability to refuse, "Yes, I'm fine anyway."
"That's it." Dong Zheng copied his hand back into his pocket, "Let's talk later."
Cui Zuojing nodded, Dong Zheng smiled and turned to talk to the supervisor.
Cui Zuojing turned his face back, listened to Dong Zheng's voice drifting away, continued to stare at the engineering drawing, and deleted the parts he just added.
… It turns out that I really came here because I had a job.
All in all, every time Dong Zheng finds a suitable opportunity to ask Cui Zuojing out, Cui Zuojing does not refuse, so back and forth, the two quickly become good friends, or even closer than friends. .
It has been like this for half a year, and in the process of getting along gradually, both Cui Zuojing and Dong Zheng found that they knew each other better than they thought.
They know each other's favorite foods, favorite colors, clothing sizes, and many things, and they have a surprising understanding.
So much so that Dong Zheng's special feeling when he saw Cui Zuojing for the first time evolved into a desire to no longer entangle him all the time. Yes, he wanted to have some closer than friends with Cui Zuojing. I want to get to know each other more deeply, I want to taste if those lips are as soft as they seem, I want to see how those eyes look when they only reflect themselves.
At first, he was able to endure it. Dong Zheng always felt that he was a person with a deep mind, but later, every time he walked with Cui Zuojing, he heard the voice of the young man ringing close to his ears, and the smiling eyebrows Always so happy, Dong Zhengcai discovered that every minute and every second had turned into sweet pain for him.
On the 198th day of their acquaintance, the two came out of the bar but found it was raining outside, so they had to hide under the eaves temporarily and wait. It was already winter, Cui Zuojing put his hands in his coat pockets and looked at the flashing neon signs on the opposite side. The music from the bar was faintly heard behind him, mixed with the pattering rain, as if they were standing. At the intersection of two different worlds, the cold, wet reality lies ahead and the carnival indulgence behind.
"Are you going back to the company?" Cui Zuojing asked.
Dong Zheng: "Well, there are still some unfinished projects, I have to go back to work overtime."
Cui Zuojing sighed: "It's too hard. You are the boss, why do you work so hard."
"I can't set an example for my employees if I don't work hard as a boss." Dong Zheng said with a smile, "When I get to the level of my father, I won't have to work hard."
"Don't stay up too late, your body is the most important thing."
"understood."
The air fell silent for a while, Dong Zheng tilted his head to look at him, Cui Zuojing's side face was plated with psychedelic colors in the neon light, and he looked up slightly at the sky caught in the middle of the street, the rain was falling vertically one after another, smashing Rings of ripples appear in the puddles.
Under the stimulation of alcohol, the heart in the chest was beating so violently that Dong Zheng felt that it was difficult to breathe.
[The boy's body is soaked wet, his lips are slightly white due to the cold, but his cheeks show the crimson color after strenuous exercise. A drop of water fell from his eyelashes and hit Dong Zheng's chest, turning into a pale blue glaze and rolling on the ground.]
"Azuo?"
Cui Zuojing said softly, "Huh?" and looked at him.
"There's one thing I've been wanting to tell you for a long time." This is a game. If they are rejected, the two may not even be friends.
The chips are too expensive for Dong Zheng to accept, but if he doesn't gamble, he can only continue to endure the nervousness at this moment.
"Have you ever thought about... making some changes in our relationship?"
Facing Cui Zuojing's doubtful gaze, Dong Zheng paused, those words poured into his mouth, and it seemed that it was not as difficult to say as he had imagined. He stared into the young man's eyes and whispered, "I like you."
["Kiss you. This is the reward I want."
"Are you joking?"
"I'm not kidding, I like you, the real kind of like. From now on, can I call you Zuo?"]
Cui Zuojing's slightly wide eyes betrayed his true feelings. After a flash of surprise, his face quickly calmed down, and the next moment, a smile spread to the corners of his eyes and brows.
"I've already noticed that you hide it really badly." He whispered, "But fortunately, I like you too."
[When did you like it
Is it that time? On the snow-capped cliff, the man knelt in front of him, the surging tears melted the ice and snow mixed with Allen's blood, and said in a hoarse voice that he had lost Allen. The tears fell on his fingertips, almost burning him.
Or is it the refreshing coolness of being trapped in a water-filled room that is about to drown, and suffering from mental torture
Or earlier?]
This is the answer that Dong Zheng has thought about countless times, but dare not really look forward to it. Cui Zuojing's answer gave him a sense of unreality. It has been four years since his last relationship. Buttoning down the hat left Dong Zheng with more lingering shadows. Different orientations and long busy work made him yearn for the kind of "other people's love" on the screen, but he never thought that he would have it. One day can also be favored by Cupid.
Cui Zuojing raised his eyebrows, and his eyes were still as bright as when they first met: "Aren't you going to do something?"
Dong Zheng smiled, he held up Cui Zuojing's face, lowered his head and kissed it, and finally touched the lips that Xiao had wanted for a long time for the first time, and it was as soft as he imagined.
[The entanglement of lips and tongues has a feeling that he has never had before. Dong Zheng knows that it is Cui Zuojing's lost and found feelings. This is no longer a young man's response just to satisfy his business, but the intimacy of the two.
He hugged Cui Zuojing's back and slipped his hand to his waist, but this action had nothing to do with lust, he just wanted to hold him tightly in his arms and never let go.]
That sense of unreality came to his mind again, but this time it was so strong that Cui Zuojing couldn't ignore it. Suddenly, it seemed like another scene was playing out in front of him, but when he wanted to see it carefully, it disappeared again. of disappearance.
Cui Zuojing can only raise his hand and hug Dong Zheng hard, as if in this illusory world, only the warmth of a man's back and arms is what he can really have.
The rain is still falling, pattering, waiting to drown the world.