Zhen Xiaoqi didn't know how long he had been sitting at the door of the house, but the touch light above his head had already gone out. The street lamp outside shone in a faint dim yellow light through the window of the stairwell, reflecting his shadowy silhouette.
A lonely and vague shadow.
The shadow leaned lazily against his iron door, closed his eyes, and seemed to be asleep.
"Dengdengdeng", the sound of rapid footsteps circled up from downstairs, but Zhen Xiaoqi remained motionless. He was the only resident on the top floor, and he was not afraid that his embarrassed appearance would be seen by others.
However, the footsteps were getting closer and closer, and before he had time to open his eyes, a dark figure rushed up and rushed towards his door, almost colliding with him on the ground.
Zhen Xiaoqi raised his head and looked at Qiong Dafang who suddenly appeared, his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he felt uncomfortable.
Just as there was a little light outside, he saw the figure of Qiong Dafang that had originally shrouded his head, bent down deeply, with his hands on his knees, a head hanging on his waist, and he was panting.
The heads of the two were very close, and Qiong Fang's hurried and fierce breathing was right next to his ear, hoarse and hoarse like a broken bellows.
Zhen Xiaoqi's nose was sour, and he asked him in a hoarse voice, "What are you running for?"
Qiong Dafang ran too fast. At this time, there was a fire in his lungs, and the pain was burning. He was speechless, looked up at Zhen Xiaoqi, the corridor was dark, and he couldn't see clearly, only his eyes were full of broken light.
Qiong Dafang just looked at him so madly, looked at him, "hahaha" and laughed. Laughing and laughing, his voice changed, whimpering and sobbing, as if he was crying.
He reached out to grab Zhen Xiaoqi, pulled him up from the ground, and pressed him into his arms with all his strength. He pressed against Zhen Xiaoqi's ear and asked hoarsely, "Zhen Xiaoqi, do you like me?"
Zhen Xiaoqi, who was originally silent because of his uncertainty, suddenly struggled like crazy. He pushed with his hands, kicked with his feet, bit his teeth, and tried his best to break free from Qiong Dafang's arms.
Qiong Dafang was obviously in pain, and his waist was slightly hunched down, but his arms were still tightly wrapped around him, and he refused to let go.
The two shadows were entangled in the darkness without saying a word, as if the enemy of life and death was in front of them. Until Zhen Xiaoqi felt the wetness in his neck, he realized that it was Qiong Dafang's tears.
"I like you too!" Qiong's generous voice was like crying and laughing, "I like you too."
He choked and said "I like you" over and over again, Zhen Xiaoqi's arms drooped down softly, his head rested empty on Qiong Dafang's shoulders, the sourness that blocked his throat finally rushed out of his eyes, he was silent. Weeping, I couldn't believe it.
Qiong hugged him generously for a long time, and said "I like you" dozens or hundreds of times, but he never heard Zhen Xiaoqi's echo. , take a look at Zhen Xiaoqi's expression.
"Pa" the top light was bright, and the warm yellow light poured down like water, covering them gently. Qiong generously raised Zhen Xiaoqi's face and held it in his palm to examine it carefully.
Zhen Xiaoqi suddenly saw the light, and closed his eyes reflexively. At this time, Qiong Dafang turned his face to look at him, and did not dare to open it. His eyelashes quivered like a fluttering butterfly, and the bottom, mottled, was full of tears.
Qiong Dafang's palms were hot, leaning against Zhen Xiaoqi's face so close, the warm breaths from the two noses were intertwined, Zhen Xiaoqi closed his eyes, like a kissing gesture, Qiong Dafang felt itchy, just thought Get a kiss.
But he didn't kiss him in the end. He used his lips to gently lift Zhen Xiaoqi's eyelids up and let him open his eyes.
His voice was hoarse: "Xiaoqi, tell me, do you like me?"
Zhen Xiaoqi stared at him blankly, opened his mouth to speak, but before a word was uttered, tears rolled down his cheeks.
He spit out the broken words with difficulty: "Hi, I like it." At this moment, he doesn't want to think about anything, whether it is a dream or a delusion, even if all this is not true, he still wants to follow his own. Answer honestly once.
Soon, Qiong Dafang let him know that he was not dreaming, because his hot lips were kissed fiercely, biting and biting, aggressive.
The touch light went out automatically after three minutes, and in the dark, the sound of tsk tsk made people blush. Zhen Xiaoqi's legs were weak, and he couldn't stand. If Qiong Dafang hadn't hugged his waist tightly, he would have slipped to the ground.
Kissing is like this, Zhen Xiaoqi thought a little shyly. He said that he wanted to fall in love for several years, but he never found a partner. I didn't expect to finally fall in love, and I kissed without holding hands.
Qiong generously kissed him for a long time before letting go. The two of them opened the door and entered the house. As soon as the lights were turned on, they felt a little embarrassed.
The two of them bowed their heads and sat on the sofa, not daring to look up at each other.
Qiong searched her stomach generously, and wanted to say a few words of love and then confess, to finalize their matter.
"You," he raised his head, not guarding that Zhen Xiaoqi was also looking over at this time, their eyes collided in mid-air, Qiong Dafang didn't know what was wrong, his heart trembled, and the rest of the words were stuck in his mouth, panicking. In a panic, he buried his head again.
Zhen Xiaoqi didn't get much better either, the back was straight, his hands nervously grabbed the cushion of the sofa, and asked dryly like an endorsement, "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat?"
Without waiting for Joan to answer generously, he ran into the kitchen as if running away.
Zhen Xiaoqi was inked in the kitchen for a long time until Qiong Dafang knocked on the door.
Qiong Dafang calmed down for a while alone, and was much more comfortable. With this ease, the previous mode of getting along with Zhen Xiaoqi came out naturally. He ran over and opened the kitchen door: "What are you doing?"
Seeing the eggs and rice on the console, he knew it was about to eat egg fried rice, and immediately said, "I want to eat egg fried rice with two eggs, with shallots, not scallions."
Zhen Xiaoqi naturally retorted: "You are beautiful!"
After he finished speaking, the two of them were stunned. You looked at me, I looked at you, and after a while, they suddenly burst out laughing together.
"Hahaha… "
Qiong Dafang ran over to get a bowl and knocked eggs by himself. The embarrassment between them seemed to disappear at once. Qiong Dafang even felt that he didn't need to say anything else. The matter between him and Zhen Xiaoqi was settled!
He happily knocked four eggs all at once, and sure enough he heard Zhen Xiaoqi shouting "Aah" and slapped him on the head.
"Eating one egg a day is enough for a person, do you know that!" Zhen Xiaoqi scolded him angrily.
However, unlike before, Qiong Dafang just leaned over and kissed his lips tenderly.
They exchanged a clean and warm kiss in the small kitchen.
The sound insulation of the old house is not good. This time is the time for every family to cook dinner. The sound of the bowls and chopsticks colliding upstairs and downstairs, the thumping sound of the kitchen knife being cut on the chopping board, and the sizzling sound of the vegetables under the oil pan are intertwined. Floating in from the kitchen window.
They are in this world of fireworks, pecking gently and grinding slowly.
Qiong generously held Zhen Xiaoqi's lips and muttered vaguely: "I like you, I have liked you for a long time."
"Yeah." Zhen Xiaoqi responded to him gently and softly.
After a long time, Qiong let go of Zhen Xiaoqi generously, blushed and pulled down the sweater, pretended to say "I won't make trouble", and went out with a hunched waist.
Zhen Xiaoqi felt that his head was like a steam engine, steaming steam out. He just felt that the two were stuck together somewhere.
Zhen Xiaoqi cut the shallots red-faced, he didn't expect Qiong Dafang to bend himself when he didn't know it. And, and also... kind of enthusiastic...
Zhen Xiaoqi shyly estimated the size of Qiong Dafang in his heart, and the more he thought about it, the lower his head dropped, this is really, really... good!
It will be mine from now on! The more he thought about it, the more he couldn't help laughing, and he felt that his appearance was too rippling and unrestrained, so he had to turn on the faucet and use the sound of rushing water to cover up the laughter that he couldn't contain.
The tap water ran in vain for a while before finally awakening him from this state of confusion. He saw that a pool of water had already flowed, and gradually calmed down.
The egg fried rice was cooked quickly, fragrant and golden, and Zhen Xiaoqi realized that he was also very hungry.
He took out two bowls of rice, and Qiong generously took it when he saw it, put it on the table, and the two of them ate together.
This is the same as every meal they have eaten together before, but it is also different. Their hearts seem to be full of flowers. When they look at each other, those fragrant flowers are about to emerge from their eyes, swarming to each other. stack buried.
After dinner, Qiong dawdled generously and didn't want to leave, so Lai played with his mobile phone on the sofa at Zhen Xiaoqi's house.
After Zhen Xiaoqi finished washing the dishes, he brought an orange and peeled it for him to eat: "I didn't eat vegetables today, so eat an orange to supplement vitamins."
Qiong Dafang sat cross-legged on the sofa like a golden retriever, with his mouth open, waiting for Zhen Xiaoqi to throw the oranges in.
Zhen Xiaoqi separated the orange petals, Qiong Dafang and his petals, Qiong generous and his petals.
"It's really sweet, it's really delicious!" Qiong generously ate it with relish. Although Xiao Qi always buys cheap things, he is very picky. This orange is sweet and watery, so delicious.
After eating an orange, he smacked his mouth, indicating that he still wanted to eat it.
Zhen Xiaoqi spread out his hands: "Today's share is gone!"
"What's today's portion?" Qiong exclaimed generously, "We are two people now, shouldn't two people eat two?"
Zhen Xiaoqi glared at his newly released boyfriend: "I eat for two, and buy for one!"
He picked up the orange peel he had just peeled off, soaked it in hot water and gave it to Qiong to drink generously: "And if you eat too many oranges, you should drink more orange peel water, it will not dry easily."
Qiong generously fell on the sofa and wailed: "I just ate half an orange, what kind of fire is it!"