In the seventh year of marriage, He Bai won the fifth international award in the photography category, and Di Qiuhe also won the trophies that he could win. Two of them are already thirty, and one is about to thirty, and their lives become more and more peaceful—
"Come on again, it's a dog!" He Bai beat the pillow angrily.
"Little don't win the wedding." Di Qiuhe held his hand and kissed him lingeringly. "You have been on a business trip for a week this time. It is obvious that you will only go for five days." He moved his hand to his leg. Go up, ambiguous.
He Bai was short of breath by the kiss, and his legs were soft. He didn't have the energy to kick him, and his voice became unstable. "It just happened to ran into Uncle Zhao and talked about the photography exhibition, so I was delayed... No, let go! So it was delayed for two days. , I obviously said hello to you! You let me go!"
Di Qiuhe kissed him comfortably, but his actions couldn't be refused, "Don't let go, I'll make good food for you at night."
"I don't want to eat! I'm going to starve to death... Uhhhhhhhhh!"
Di Qiuhe directly blocked his resistance with a kiss.
After salted fish all afternoon, He Bai was too tired to eat a bowl of rice, so happy that Di Qiuhe caught him and kissed him again, so angry that He Bai rolled his eyes one after another.
In the evening, Di Qiuhe honestly didn't mess around again. He Bai lay on the bed and pretended to sleep for a while. After Di Qiuhe fell asleep, he took out his cell phone from under the pillow, pressed it under the quilt, and secretly texted.
He Bai: The third child! Seeking the seven-year itch!
Niu Junjie: While watching a movie with Xiaoya, what's wrong, you and Qiuhe quarreled
He Bai wiped his face in despair and covered the phone.
Almost forgot, the third and third wife are more tired and crooked, asking him this question will not get an answer at all.
"What's wrong, can't sleep?"
Di Qiuhe's slightly bewildered voice came from his side, and then stretched one arm over, his body was folded into a familiar embrace, his forehead was kissed, and his back was patted comfortably, "Go to sleep, I Guarding you."
He Bai raised his eyes and saw that Di Qiuhe was still closed. He was not awake at all. Thinking of this guy's busyness some time ago, his heart softened. He hugged him back and said in a low voice, "No, I'm going to sleep now, you too. Go to bed, I didn't rest well some time ago."
"Yeah." Di Qiuhe replied in a low voice and hugged him tightly. "Puppy, I like you."
He Bai lowered his head, pressed his face to his chest to listen to his heartbeat, and closed his eyes with a sigh, "Me too... good night."
There is such a sticky lover, the seven-year itch or something, it really doesn't exist. If you are tired, let’s be a little tired, but a little bit sore... No! Still want to find a way to produce the seven-year itch!
In the tenth year of his marriage, He Bai became a judge of the International College Student Art Festival, and his career track overlapped briefly with his previous life. Di Qiuhe slowly retreated behind the scenes and had more time to accompany his lover.
On the small square for students and tourists to communicate with each other, Di Qiuhe sat in front of the stall of a street painter dressed up as "art" while waiting for He Bai to come out of the meeting. On a painting.
"Are you interested in this?" The bearded painter spoke enthusiastically, following his sight on the painting, his eyes showed emotion and nostalgia, "Black is the most mysterious color in the world, but it's a pity..."
The picture shows the back of a teenager, the background is blurred, and the soft and beautiful shoulder lines of the teenager's black hair are more prominent. Di Qiuhe looked at him, and actually gradually overlapped this figure with the young He Bai. After realizing this, he frowned unhappily and looked away from the painting. , Looked at the painter and asked, "What a pity? This painting..."
"The person above is my first love." The bearded painter slowly looked away and said in an emotional tone. "That is a clear and aura like a morning dew. His hair is soft and beautiful, and his smile is warm. He is also charming. Although he has a rough fate, he has always faced life enthusiastically and positively. We met on a foreign campus, and we had a wonderful intersection... It's a pity that he finally rejected my pursuit, and my school time is only needed At the end, due to family pressure, I had to reluctantly cut off this love thread and returned to China sadly."
There was some sympathy in Di Qiuhe—how gloomy life should be if he can't stay with the one he loves.
"Most first loves are regrettable." He sighed not very well.
"But regret is not a kind of beauty." The beard suddenly changed his previous sadness, and a smile appeared on his face again. Huala took out several paintings from the small stall and happily recommended, "Although I can't talk to me When the beloved teenager is together, he has already found the love of his life, but I have been watching him silently. He really succeeded as I expected back then. You see, these are his photographs. They drew it and only hoped that they could continue to communicate with him in this way."
The paintings were laid out, all of them were landscapes, and the beauty was so eye-catching. Di Qiuhe glanced over, and his expression immediately changed.
"This "Bird Crow" is my favorite! In the early morning forest, the fog condensed into dewdrops and fell on the branches. When the sun rose, a bird poked its head out of its nest, flapped its wings and screamed happily toward the sun. Vibration, a drop of dew falling from the tip of the leaf... Awesome! His works are always so vigorous, bringing hope and warmth to people, I love him! Love his works even more! He is the direction I pursue! This time! I follow him at the festival, he is simply a gift from God!"
Di Qiuhe's face turned black for a while, without him, this "Bird Cry" was taken by He Bai in the botanical garden of K country when he visited K country two years ago. At that time, because the protagonist of the photo was a bird, The two also had an awkward "Which bird is more cute" dialogue.
But now the bearded man actually said that this work was taken by his first love!
He once again fell on the painting that attracted him to the stall in the first place, staring at the back in the painting, almost burning a hole in the painting-so it is very likely that this young man with a big beard in his mouth is like a morning dew. Refers…
The phone vibrated suddenly, and the exclusive ringtone made him immediately regain his senses. He glanced at the beard with a little dread, walked a few steps sideways, and answered the phone.
"Where are you? I have finished the meeting."
He Bai’s voice came from the earpiece, full of intimacy and laughter, and the jealous feeling in his heart disappeared. He looked back at the beard who was serving new customers, his tone slowed, and he replied, “I’m here. To buy water, you will wait at the door for a while, and I will go over to find you right away."
After hanging up the phone, he immediately dialed Niu Junjie and asked directly, “Did an exchange student at Q University pursue Xiaobai back then? What’s the other party’s name?”
He Bai found that Di Qiuhe had become more clingy, and suddenly began to lose control. When he was finished every day, he would immediately take him back to the hotel to do some work, until he was too weak to get up.
I have tried soft and hard words, but they all didn't work well, Di Qiuhe just wanted to do it with determination.
After another decadence, He Bai slumped on the bed with weak hands and feet, enjoying Di Qiuhe’s gentle massage, thinking drowsy—Forget it, it’s not a bad thing to be more enthusiastic about your lover, anyway, he’s already used to lover from time to time. The convulsive behavior.
After putting He Bai to sleep, Di Qiuhe put his hands and feet off the bed, walked to the door and called the bodyguard, and asked, "Has Locke left?"
"Leaving at noon today, I wandered outside the hotel for a while."
He frowned, nodded to express his understanding, and then returned to the room to sit next to He Bai, stretched out his hand to touch his soft hair and shoulder lines, and hummed-what a young man like Chaolu, this is obviously his little dog! Whether it is a juvenile paparazzi, a young paparazzi, a middle-aged paparazzi, or an old paparazzi, it can only be his paparazzi! Dare to grab him and dream!
In the twenty-fifth year of marriage, Di Qiuhe, who has become a handsome uncle, completely faded out of the entertainment circle. Except for occasionally going to the company to deal with important matters, the rest of the time was spent with his lover.
He Bai also began to reduce his workload and set aside more time with Di Qiuhe to enjoy his middle-aged retirement life.
"Don't you all say that middle-aged people will get blessed? Why are you still so thin." Di Qiuhe frowned dissatisfied, helped him button up his suit, squeezed his waist, "I will eat more in the future."
He Bai smiled and slapped his hands away, helped him to arrange his tie, and then patted his waist, "Also say me, you are not fat, and occasionally I was misunderstood as a young man in his early thirties last time on the street. , Do you think I am old? Others say that thin people grow old quickly."
"They're all nonsense!" Di Qiuhe frowned, looked at his ageless face, couldn't help bending over to kiss, and said softly, "In my eyes, you will always look the way you first saw..."
"Then I am really embarrassed in your eyes..." He Bai smiled, and took the initiative to raise his head in response to his kiss.
Tired and crooked for a while, the two set out to outside a church. They looked at the couple who were celebrating with their families in the church yard and laughed and laughed. They took out an envelope and asked Zhou Li to take it to him.
"Excuse me..." The beautiful young bride looked at the middle-aged man who suddenly appeared in front of her in doubt, and at the same hair color and pupil color as her, she suddenly had some vague premonitions in her heart.
"I was sent by your biological father's friend. This is the wedding gift your biological father prepared for you. I wish you happiness." Zhou Li replied as briefly as possible, then handed the envelope over and smiled and nodded to the bride's family who looked around. He gestured for a moment, turned and left.
The bride returned to her senses and wanted to ask the other party in detail, but found that the other party was gone.
The groom leaned in anxiously, put his arms around her shoulders, and asked concerned, "What's the matter? Who was that person just now?"
"I don't know..." The bride shook her head, looked down at the envelope in her hand, opened and took out the contents, staring blankly at the old photo underneath the check, touching the handsome young man in the photo, and raising her hand again. I touched my face, tears fell inexplicably, "He and I... look like..."
"Let's go." Di Qiuhe retracted his gaze looking at the church, motioned the driver to drive, and then took He Bai's hand, "Xiao Bai, shall we go for another honeymoon?"
He Bai also retracted his gaze, gave him a gentle look, held his hand back, and nodded, "Okay."
There are so many unfortunate people in this world. It is great that he can meet Di Qiuhe in this life.