Zhou Yunchen went to the convenience store to buy a few bottles of mineral water and a bottle of Erguotou. Fifty-two degrees, red star, strong enough.
When he came back, Zhuang Ze was still standing by the door, his head bowed, his lips pursed, a little timid, but Zhou Yunchen knew that as long as he looked up, those eyes would be the most dazzling blazing sun, with an unshakable stubbornness with persistence.
Zhou Yunchen looked away and gave him the water.
Zhuang Ze took the water and saw Erguotou in the convenience bag.
He looked up at Zhou Yunchen, Zhou Yunchen unscrewed the bottle cap and drank directly to his mouth.
Zhuang Ze's lips moved, and finally he persuaded: "She... definitely likes you, please forgive her, you... "
Zhou Yunchen glared at him fiercely.
Zhuang Ze shut up.
After that, there was a long silence. One was drinking water and the other was drinking wine. The two were in the same room, thinking about each other and suffering.
Zhuang Ze felt that he was about to get drunk by the smell of alcohol: "Don't drink it."
Zhou Yunchen's eyes were bright. Not only was he not drunk, but he seemed to be more sober. He stared at him with an indescribable gaze.
Zhou Yunchen's voice was strangely hoarse: "Are you afraid?"
Zhuang Ze couldn't understand: "What are you afraid of?"
Zhou Yunchen smiled: "Yes, what are you afraid of?"
Zhuang Ze didn't want to persuade him any more. He used wine to relieve his worries, so let's do it, maybe he would forget her after drinking.
Time passed minute by minute, and when the sky was about to dawn, Zhou Yunchen fell asleep.
He sat on the rug, leaned against the foot of the bed, and fell asleep with his head bowed.
One of his long legs stretched out, the other bent. Zhuang Ze felt that the long legs he stretched were straight and slender, and looked very good, and he also thought that the legs that were bent were more beautiful, with strong knees and tight calves, as if he could jump up in the next instant.
Zhuang Ze didn't dare to wake him up, he watched quietly and felt extremely happy.
This is probably the best distance for them.
When they go back, they will have no interaction, Zhuang Ze dare not be friends with him, it is too painful;
Zhuang Ze couldn't be too far away from him, it would be more painful.
It's nice to see, but not too close.
A little bit of contentment, without brimming with disgusting greed.
When the sky was bright, Zhou Yunchen moved.
Zhuang Ze quickly closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.
Zhou Yunchen woke up, frowned and looked at Zhuang Ze.
Zhuang Ze was not sure if he was looking at himself, but he was not good at pretending to be asleep, so he opened his eyes anyway.
The four looked at each other, and the two looked away at the same time.
Zhou Yunchen lowered his head and stared at the wine bottle in the distance, as if he had recovered a little air from his long suffocation: "I give up."