"Then I won't watch it."
The headboard of the bed in this room is dark blue, Xun Yuming leaned on it, making his skin whiter. He pouted unconsciously, tilted his head, and the indifference on his face was diluted by these petal lips.
Zhuang Yi's heart softened, and he leaned forward and said, "I'll show you, don't be angry."
Xun Yuming turned his face and saw him sitting on the edge of the bed staring at him, his expression seemed a little shy. Zhuang Yi gave him his mobile phone, which displayed his account page, and the smoky comments were deleted in disorder, and occasionally the original fans left messages.
"Why do they ask if your account has been hacked?" Xun Yuming turned over the two and asked.
"There was a little problem last night." Zhuang Yi concealed, "It has been resolved."
Xun Yuming clicked on the top video, which is a shot of kittens playing. Because the home is beautifully decorated, the camera is clear, and the music he chooses is elegant, the overall quality looks good, but there are very few people who appreciate it.
Zhuang Yi cleared his throat, his voice trembling with tension. Back then, he participated in the Rose Bowl finals, spoke at the International Symposium on Psychology, and led Xun Yuming to sing under the watchful eyes of the crowd... All these highlight moments have never been stage fright, but now the palms are wet.
"I didn't put much energy into it." He tried to find a passable reason for himself, as if if he invested energy, he could change the dismal situation.
Xun Yuming clicked down one by one, and found that he not only took pictures of cats, but also the flowers he planted, pottery made by himself, learning micro-carving, participating in various sports, and even just a nice sunset. Every bit of life, as long as He will record everything he sees.
Compared with the bustling business account, this small world is more like his personal diary. It has no skills, but it is very moving. Occasionally, someone who appreciates it will leave footprints, say hello to him, and nod his acquaintance, as light as water.
Xun Yuming suddenly felt very beautiful, like taking a sip of sweet osmanthus wine on a moonlit and calm autumn night, with a sense of ease and comfort. "It's great." He lived so well that people couldn't bear to disturb him.
Zhuang Yi smiled, he knew this earlier, so why bother trying to please him, nothing is worth the sincerity. He stretched out his hand, gently stroked Xun Yuming's cheek, the corners of his lips curved slightly: "I actually..."
In fact, he wanted to record the days without Xun Yuming, and in every night when he missed him, he could recall these moments and tell himself - I can do without small ears.
The reality is, in front of Xun Yuming, these things are totally vulnerable. Facing him now, Zhuang Yi discovered that they were not proof that he could live on his own, and the more he tried to prove it, the less confident he was.
He is just waiting.
"I'll show you something." Zhuang Yi got up and left, and returned to the bed after a while. He loosened his right hand, and a white dream catcher with fine feathers swayed and fell in front of Xun Yuming.
"You still keep it." Xun Yuming put down the phone, took it over and looked at it, he bought it for himself before, after they broke up, they returned the gifts they gave each other, and they never saw each other again.
Zhuang Yi tied it to the small dark hook at the bottom of the bedside painting, and the curtain was opened, just as the moonlight leaked onto it, catching nightmares at night and collecting sunlight during the day. He rubbed Xun Yuming's chestnut brown hair and said, "I keep it all the time, have you forgotten why I gave it to you?"
"No." Xun Yuming shook his head lightly.
How could he forget it.
It was the first semester of junior year, and Xun Yuming signed up for MCM, and won the highest level O award for his thesis using "laser holographic projection 3D printing technology" to simulate nerve veins to solve the limitations of medical scanning.
At that time, 3D printing was not as popular as it is now, and the application of holographic projection was even more imaginative. It was not until 2016 that Disney applied for this patent. Xun Yuming's idea was appreciated by a professor named Bruce Angus among the judges, who later became his tutor.
On the night of winning the award, Zhuang Yi took him to celebrate together, and the two of them slipped out of the noisy celebration banquet and went to San Francisco to play. In California in February, the night is only ten degrees, and the sea breeze is blowing, which is still cool.
Zhuang Yi took off his coat and put it on for Xun Yuming, bought him a waffle that he had eaten last time, and a cup of hot macchiato, and the two of them took a leisurely walk by the beach.
On July 4th last year, they came here to watch the fireworks by boat. This time, they revisited the old place, which is nothing new. But the beach under the night is dotted with sparse sparks, and the lighthouse sprinkles green light on the sea, which looks hazy and romantic.
Zhuang Yi's feelings for Xun Yuming are like wine fermenting day by day, it's almost time for Kaifeng, and he feels his heart beating when he walks beside him.
Xun Yuming didn't realize it, he was holding a cardboard box in his hand, which contained plaid waffles and vanilla ice cream balls, sprinkled with icing chocolate chips, and garnished with a mint bud, which was pleasing to the eye.
He casually tied a piece with a small black fork, and brought it to Zhuang Yi's lips as usual: "You eat."
"I'm not hungry." Zhuang Yi waved his hand to refuse, but Xun Yuming insisted on tiptoeing, so he had to open his mouth to eat, making a crisp sound when chewing.
There were few people around, and the crowd dispersed one after another. They sat on the reef and looked far away, and they could see the Golden Gate Bridge shining brightly in the night, but it was dark nearby.
Winning an award is the pinnacle, and the pinnacle is often followed by loss. The turbulent emotion came like a tide, Xun Yuming ate two waffles, sipped a macchiato, and sighed almost inaudibly.
"Why are you always depressed?" Zhuang Yi turned his head when he heard it, and looked at his immature and sad face.
He opened his mouth and did not answer, Zhuang Yi said: "You are only seventeen years old, but you are full of talent. You are studying in a world-class university. You have just won such a high gold award. You still look like the baby Jesus in the oil painting."
Picking any one of these conditions is enough for others to be complacent. Why is he still unhappy
"I..." Xun Yuming was speechless.
He lowered his head, remained silent for a long time, and asked, "Do you know what it's like to go to college at the age of fifteen?"
Because of his young age, he is shorter than everyone else, and looks dumber than others. Everyone joked that he couldn't understand, and he didn't know anything about talking about girls. He really worked hard, but no one even asked him to work in an ice cream shop. He is clumsy and can't exercise. He can crash into a tree while running. Everyone laughs at him when he enters the gym. The university and his home are separated by a piece of sea, 16 hours by plane, and the round-trip ticket money is enough for grandpa to eat for a year.
Xun Yuming picked the waffle box with his thumb, his eyes melted with the ice cream, "If I hadn't met you, I wouldn't be happy at all, maybe I would have dropped out of school."
There was a froth of milk on his lips, which looked a little cute.
Zhuang Yi reached out to wipe it for him, and said with a low smile, "I won't leave you."
His fingertips are covered with thin calluses from years of playing ball, which feels a little rough to the touch, and when they rub against the corners of his mouth, the tactile sensation is magnified to the extreme. Xun Yuming's cheeks flushed slightly, he poked his neck and leaned in front of him, almost touching his face.
How can Zhuang Yi stand up to his teasing at this moment, his unintentional small actions are already enough for him to suppress and endure, and the culprit is still ignorant. Zhuang Yi hid back, his eyelids turned cold, Xun Yuming raised his index finger to show him: "You lost an eyelash, it's so long."
"Don't move, let me make a wish." Zhuang Yi grabbed his palm, raised the eyelashes hanging on his fingertips, closed his eyes and said silently: "God, if you can hear my prayer, I pray that you will see the person in front of you Giving it to me is like giving me life." Gently opening his eyes, he blew at the bewildered Xun Yuming.
"Ah." Xun Yuming hurriedly covered his eyes, "I'm blinded."
"Let me see." Zhuang Yi gestured to pull his head, his skin was like a layer of fine cheese, white and tender with reddish, it made people feel distracted, just want to kiss desperately, or... take a bite.
"It doesn't matter." Xun Yuming rubbed his eyelids, shook his head and said with a smile, "Let's go back, it's past ten o'clock."
Zhuang Yi rolled his Adam's apple, jumped off the rock, hugged him down by the waist, and went to pick up the car on the road beside the beach side by side. They were passing a row of palm trees when someone called out. Xun Yuming turned back at the same time as him, and a red-haired, brown-skinned gypsy woman was waving to them.
"Divination?" she asked.
Zhuang Yi paused, paced forward, and said in English: "Okay. Please help me see if the wish I just made can come true?"
Xun Yuming stood where he was, hesitating and refusing to go over. Zhuang Yi waved to him, and he dawdled for two steps, whispering, "Why don't you believe in science?"
"Don't you often go to the school church to pray?" Waiting for the psychic to do the divination, Zhuang Yi whispered, "It's just for fun. If the result is good, it's a psychological hint. If it's not good, just remind me, don't worry about it."
But he couldn't help but not care.
The psychic made a few gestures, turned over the cards in front of her one by one, and said in broken English: "I can see that your future is bright and full of hope. However, the road to the other shore is also full of thorns."
"..." Said is equal to not said.
Zhuang Yi took out a note from his pocket, pointed to the circle of dream catchers hanging by the table, handed it to her and asked, "How much is that?"
The psychic accepted the money, untied a white one and handed it to him: "For you, have a good dream."
Zhuang Yi thanked him, returned to the car with Xun Yuming, and gave him the dream catcher: "Here, I will see you off too."
"What's the use of this?"
"If you hang on the bed, maybe you won't talk in your sleep."
"How can I talk in my sleep?" Xun Yuming was startled, his eyes widened. "Am I really talking in my sleep?"
"I went to the terrace to get something at night, and I heard you muttering in the room, like a little monk chanting scriptures." What should I go to the terrace to get? Zhuang Yi twitched the corners of his mouth in a self-deprecating manner, sometimes he couldn't sleep, he could only go to see Xun Yuming and drink poison to quench his thirst.
Fortunately, he was almost eighteen.
Soon.
"Hang it up, I hope you dream of me every night."
Xun Yuming stretched out his hand to hook the drooping feathers, and said: "Now I don't talk in my sleep anymore."
But I still dream of you.
Zhuang Yi took away the computer, helped him tuck the quilt, pressed his shoulder and said, "Go to sleep, good night."
Saying that, she lowered her head and kissed him on the forehead.
Out of politeness, Xun Yuming raised his head and kissed back, "Good night."
Zhuang Yi turned off the bedside lamp, got up and went back to the bedroom, but his footsteps stopped again, and he turned around and said, "Obviously."
"Huh?" Xun Yuming opened his clear eyes and looked at him, "Go back to your room and sleep."
"I'm not going to say this." Zhuang Yi didn't intend to be a rascal today, he took two steps forward, only a serious tone could be heard in the darkness: "I have decided on one thing."
Just now, when he remembered the time when he pursued Xun Yuming, he suddenly discovered that history and reality are surprisingly similar, as if overlapping. He was still so eager to have this person, and he was ready to confess.
After many times of explicit hints, Xun Yuming never expressed his position, Zhuang Yi didn't want to procrastinate any longer, he wanted to say: "I plan to... chase you again."
Whether it is successful or not, he will put it on the bright side.
Xun Yuming was startled, before he could speak, a shadow flickered in front of his eyes, and Zhuang Yi's kisses fell overwhelmingly. The toothpaste he used was mint-flavored, and the cool breath invaded along with his body temperature, and it penetrated violently into his mouth and nose.
"Hmm..." Xun Yuming opened his eyes wide and pushed and beat him vigorously, but it was just a fly shaking the tree, and he couldn't do anything to him at all.
Zhuang Yi clasped the back of his head with his right hand, bent his left hand, and pressed his arms firmly behind his back. At this moment, he was extremely strong, and this kiss lingered between his lips and teeth with the meaning of swearing sovereignty.
Xun Yuming is like a specimen nailed to a board, he is firmly controlling, observing, aggressing, and taking his last breath away from his chest, he is about to suffocate.
Zhuang Yi raised his head, looked at him with pity in his eyes, rested his chin with one hand, rubbed his fingertips back and forth on his red and swollen lips, "I'm sorry...but I don't repent." He let go with a low smile.
"You—" He choked and couldn't speak, Xun Yuming's eyes watered, and he pushed him with red eye circles,
"Don't look at me like that." Zhuang Yi didn't know what to do with him, didn't he know that if he looked at himself like this, something would happen.
Leaning slightly, Zhuang Yi hugged him again.
"What are you doing?" Xun Yuming kicked his legs and struggled, "Let me go!" He bent his knees and bumped to a certain place.
"Hiss..." Zhuang Yi suddenly took a breath, "Don't move."
Xun Yuming couldn't help rolling his eyes: "Here we go again."
"I didn't lie to you..." Zhuang Yi buried his head in his neck, his voice seemed extremely impatient: "Touch and see."
The author has something to say: MCM: American Collegiate Mathematical Contest in Modeling, the O award is the special prize with the highest gold content.
Xun Yuming: "He is really shameless."
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