When Xia Yiyang was preparing for his 40th birthday, Shen Luo decided to celebrate him specially.
Even though he said so, Xia Yiyang himself was not very positive.
So much so that when Shen Luo began to order a wedding-like venue arrangement, Xia Yiyang didn't know how to say no when he wanted to refuse.
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"Would it be too grand." After seeing the Nth set of plans, Xia Yiyang finally couldn't hold back.
Because of the hot weather, Shen Luo only wore a shirt to read the drawings sent by the etiquette company, and the sleeves of the shirt were rolled up to the elbows
, showing his forearm, he was so absorbed in it that it took him a long time to remember what Xia Yiyang had said, and he raised his head and asked, "What's wrong?"
Xia Yiyang had no choice but to repeat it again: "I think... there is no need to be too grand"
Shen Luo shook the round paper: "It's not grand, and it's not expensive."
"It's not a question of whether it's expensive or not." Xia Yiyang sighed, feeling a little headache, "I'm already 40 years old, and my age is not something to show off, so it's always weird to invite someone here at such a big age. "
Shen Luo raised his eyebrows, he put down the drawing, and asked, "Then what do you want to do?"
Xia Yiyang: "Just the two of us, let's cut a cake or something."
Shen Luo didn't speak, he flipped through a few more pages of drawings, and after a long while, he replied indifferently: "Okay, I'll listen to you."
Xia Yiyang: "..."
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Master Shen is in a good mood when he is really willing to say something, but when he doesn't say anything, he is usually angry.
Xia Yiyang, who is familiar with this, knows that the master is in a bad mood when he hears the five words "All right, listen to you".
Even at the age of forty, Shen Luo is still not a coquettish man. He usually looks silent, but he has a lot of thoughts. Sometimes I can't understand each other.
This time until before going to bed at night, Shen Luo didn't express any extra opinions on the birthday party. On the contrary, Xia Yiyang was panicked. Before going to bed, Luo lay on the bed and checked his Instagram. He tried to find an excuse to chat.
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The bedside lamp is dim and warm yellow, and his eyesight has deteriorated with age. Xia Yiyang took him to get a pair of eye clocks last month. Men don’t usually wear them. They only use computers and IPADs in bed. Will use it occasionally.
Xia Yiyang was selfish when he chose the glasses that day. The more expensive the better, the thin gold frame also looks foreign. The sunken facial features are more three-dimensional than ordinary oriental men, and the brows are deep and deep. He doesn't like it. Wearing them upright, with the glasses resting loosely on the bridge of the tall nose, the gentle abstinence is so pleasing to the eye.
Xia Yiyang held his head and stared at it for a while, then couldn't help but became nympho, probably because his eyes were too intense, Shen Luo squinted his eyes, looked at him with a half-smile: "How long are you going to stare at me?"
Xia Yiyang blushed, gave a fake cough, and said shamelessly, "Look what's wrong, you're my old man."
"Who is the old man?" Shen Luo adjusted his glasses, "I'm still a young man."
Xia Yiyang laughed, leaned over sticky and muttered: "You are not angry..."
Shen Luo didn't speak, he put his arms around the other person's waist, slid his fingers on the screen for a while, closed the webpage again, and finally sighed softly: "If you don't like it, I won't do it, what's the good of it?" angry."
Xia Yiyang: "It's not that I don't like..."
Shen Luo half looked down at him.
Xia Yiyang continued: "I'm only forty, I'm not young anymore, and I'm not twenty, I'm happy, forty...I always feel old."
Shen Luo listened quietly, he didn't speak, his eyes fell on Xia Yiyang's eyes like a pool of water, full of moisture, tightly bound.
Xia Yiyang couldn't help but reached out and touched the corner of the man's eyes. There were fine lines there, and he couldn't notice it unless he looked closely.
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"I always think you won't grow old." Shen Luo opened his mouth suddenly, and he hugged Xia Yiyang a little tighter, like hugging a child, "You won't get wrinkles, gray hair, or doze off , I won’t lose my mind and lose my memory.”
Xia Yiyang was ashamed and flustered by what he said, so he had no choice but to say: Don't make a list. "
Shen Luo smiled: "I didn't even notice that you are already forty years old."
Xia Yiyang: "..."
Shen Luo's voice slowly lowered: "You seem to be still in front of me when you are twenty years old. In summer, you still have long and thin white arms and legs, your neck is like a swan, and you smile so well."
Xia Yiyang's throat choked, and the sweet and sour taste surged up again.
He heard Shen Luo say as if talking to himself: "I missed those years, and now I always think how good it can be to make up for it."
Make up for the youthful good looks in those days.
There are also those unspoken, countless feelings.
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And these reasons, Shen Luo has never really told anyone. He is too restrained, loves deeply and bitterly, and always seems to feel that the word affection is light when spoken out, and it is not as good as what is hidden in his heart. These.
The two have been together for a long time, just holding each other like this, even without talking to each other, they feel high
prosper.
Xia Yiyang was dazed and already a little sleepy. Before he fell asleep, he felt his sunken lips against his forehead, so he muttered a compromise: "Forget it... you can do whatever you want."
Shen Luo hugged him tightly, neither agreed nor refused.
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Life is still going on as usual, Xia Yiyang seems to pay attention to maintenance all of a sudden, bought a series of Shiseido men's skin care products, in addition to using it for himself, he also urged Shen Luo to use it. Apply the excess essence to the other person's face.
When it was Xia Yiyang's real birthday, Shen Luo had no intention of throwing a big banquet.
He got up early in the morning to fiddle with the camera, changed into a trendy sweater and jeans that only twenty-year-olds would like, and urged Xia Yiyang to change into a similar style.
"..." Xia Yiyang hasn't worn sneakers with so many rivets since he turned thirty-five.
Shen Luo brought the scissors: "Go and sit there, I'll trim your bangs."
The appearance of the bank work has always been very standard. In the early days, Xia Yiyang's face was tender, so he learned to copy his bangs up and comb them maturely. This time, he was not used to putting them down neatly. Sense of accomplishment: "It's right to take care of it."
Xia Yiyang touched his face in the mirror: "Is the skin much younger?"
Shen Luo smiled: "I can pretend to be a college student now."
Xia Yiyang was puzzled: "Why are you pretending to be a college student?"
Shen Luo didn't speak, he raised his camera and pulled Xia Yiyang out the door.
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The current LWP University is much bigger than when they were in school, and there are more buildings built. Compared with the places they often stayed at that time, it doesn’t look very grand. It’s just March or April, and the campus The greenery is lush and the flowers are flying all over the sky. There are many young boys and girls on the sidewalk. Xia Yiyang feels a little out of place when walking in it.
Shen Luo pointed the camera at him.
"Take it easy," he said.
Xia Yiyang pinched the corner of his clothes: "I'm afraid it won't look good."
Shen Luo said, "You look good everywhere."
Xia Yiyang waved his hand embarrassingly: "I'm already forty, not twenty."
Shen Luo showed his face from behind the camera, with a gentle expression: "I am also forty, we are the same"
Xia Yiyang looked at him, a little speechless.
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The two of them patted and strolled all the way until they reached the bottom of the 8th floor of EEII. Shen Luo pulled Xia Yiyang to stand on the steps, and stopped a passing female student.
"Hello beauty," he greeted, "Can you take a picture for us?"
The female student is kind and enthusiastic, and she agreed generously.
Shen Luo and Xia Yiyang stood side by side, watching each other raise their cameras.
"Qin." The female student suddenly said, "Do you want to stand closer?"
Xia Yiyang leaned towards Shen Luo.
The female student laughed: "Come closer, so I can take pictures of the building signs."
Before Xia Yiyang moved, Shen Luo suddenly stretched out his hand and put his arm around the opponent's shoulder. He tilted his head slightly and pressed his forehead against the opponent.
The female student seemed to be stunned for a moment, she didn't know if she felt ambiguous or something, she didn't make a sound, but she didn't take a picture immediately.
Neither Shen Luo nor Xia Yiyang moved.
The girl finally took a picture.
Shen Luo thanked him, took the camera, and went back to look at the finished product. He seemed very satisfied. He called Xia Yiyang to take a look.
The girl looked at them for a while, then suddenly said, "You two really deserve it."
Shen Luo froze for a moment, then laughed.
Xia Yiyang blushed in surprise: "Oh, no... I'm so sorry..."
"I'm just kidding." The girl smiled kindly, and she said enthusiastically, "Take your time, I'm going to class."
Shen Luo thanked him again, and she took Xia Yiyang's hand: "Let's go."
Xia Yiyang's complexion was complicated, he was silent for a while, and couldn't help but sigh: "It's really different now."
"This is not very good." Shen Luo said.
Xia Yiyang: "I always feel that your past hardships were in vain."
"It's not free." Shen Luo shook Xia Yiyang's hand, "Isn't this enough?"
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"Does the photo look good?"
"nice."
"Like it?"
"like."
"Happy birthday."
"Ok."
"It doesn't matter if you're twenty or forty."
"..."
"I love you all the same."