The air in the box was really not good, the smell of perfume and alcohol mixed together, making one's mind confused.
Xiao Heng didn't like this kind of social occasion, and the wine he drank slid down his throat coldly, causing his stomach to throb. He said something to Shao Yang, and looked back before getting up to go out, the other party didn't pay attention to him at all, the look of anticipation could not be concealed on the face that rarely smiled on weekdays, he turned out to be like an ordinary big boy.
He smiled and thought, this person really doesn't love me at all.
The hotel bathroom is decorated in an extremely elegant and luxurious way. If you rely on yourself, you may never come to such a money-burning place in your life.
Xiao Heng washed his face, supported the washstand with both hands, and looked at the person in the mirror.
In all fairness, that face looks good, not particularly handsome, but the combination of facial features is very tasteful, with a classical temperament? He thought to himself mockingly, Shaoyang must have said so back then.
It's a pity, with a suit of cheap clothes, the classic taste has been ruined.
Although the two have lived together for six years, Shaoyang has not found the expensive clothes he bought so far, and Xiao Heng has never worn them once. When he was young and stupid at the beginning, he didn't want to link love with material things. Later, when he knew the truth, he could only use this as a reason, thinking that he was not that cheap. The fact is that he often asked himself, how could he be so cheap.
Xiao Heng met Shaoyang when he was a junior. Shaoyang was invited to attend the school celebration of his alma mater that day, and Xiao Heng was the student representative who received him, and he became friends after coming and going.
In their relationship, it was actually Shaoyang who took the initiative. From eating, dating, kissing, to the last step, Xiao Heng was a little confused, but he admitted that he really loved that man, otherwise he would not willingly lay down under him.
The next two years were wonderful. They live together, Xiao Heng continues to study in graduate school, cooks every day and waits for Shao Yang to come home, then chats, watches the news together, and then sleeps or makes love. It was very plain, but Xiao Heng was very satisfied, he even thought about living like this for the rest of his life.
The revelation of the truth did not cause any big waves. When he heard Shaoyang's overseas phone call, Xiao Heng was preparing a candlelight dinner for their third anniversary of their love.
From the half-open door, you can see Shaoyang's appearance that he has never seen before, with gentle eyes and a gentle smile on his mouth. He said: "The temperature in Britain has been cooling these days, remember to add clothes... Well, have you taken stomach medicine? You have a bad stomach Don't drink."
"Even if you are famous, you are still my Ah Chen... Okay, um, you go to class."
Xiao Heng watched him hang up the phone, the corners of his eyes and brows were full of expressions, and he wanted to laugh, Ah Chen? What about me, what am I, Xiao Heng
"Xiao Heng?" Shao Yang turned his head and saw Xiao Heng entering the door, his smile was slightly suppressed, "You..."
Xiao Heng didn't let him finish, and asked directly: "Do you like that...A Chen?"
Shao Yang was silent for a while, then said, "... yes."
It’s funny to be honest, yes, everything that happened before was wishful thinking, only love was his wishful thinking, because of Shaoyang, he was in a trance, he never said he liked it.
I don't like it, so I don't know that he also has stomach problems. I don't like it, so I don't care what he wears, whether it's cold or not.
Xiao Heng thought calmly, he is an orphan, he has never had a long-term relationship since he was a child, now he only has Shaoyang, can't time and distance soften him
"Your back is very similar to him." Shaoyang said, "If you feel uncomfortable, let's split it up, and I will compensate you."
How did he answer at that time? It seems to be: "Let's live like this, let's talk about it when he comes back."
If a person wants to be mean, God can't pull him back, Xiao Heng sneered at the mirror.
Just like this, they passed their sixth year deceiving themselves, nothing changed, because his back is like Ah Chen, so making love is always back-to-back; because Ah Chen likes plants, the house is full of potted plants; because Ah Chen...he will always be just a substitute.
Now, however, the real thing has returned.
When Xiao Heng returned to the box, there was no previous noise inside, everyone consciously quieted down, and chatted with the young people in the seat.
The young man has exquisite facial features, smooth black hair, and a light smile on his lips. He is wearing a white shirt and khaki slacks, and every finely crafted button is properly buttoned. The whole person is like a warm and clean luminous body.
"Achen," Shao Yang, who was standing beside the young man, saw him, a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes, but he still smiled, "This is Xiao Heng."
"Hello," the young man smiled. Not only did his voice make people feel comfortable, but even the gesture of reaching out to him was very pleasing to the eye. "I'm Jian Huaichen."
"Xiao Heng." This person couldn't be annoying, he just said simply, and shook hands with him.
{Ding—the favorability of the male protagonist +5, the current favorability: 0. Sao Nian has a long way to go (≧≦)}
{... }It's all the fault of scumbags!
Luo Shutu silently vomited a mouthful of old blood.
This world is called: Give Me Your Love's Substitute Lover, a typical story about scumbags attacking cheap people. It's just that the disharmonious creature that needs to be exploded is the scumbag Shaoyang, who has a crush on the original Jian Huaichen's master, and the corresponding main line strategy target is Xiaoshou Xiaoheng.
Hehe, is this kind of magical creature that "you don't love me, I still love you the less you don't love me, the more I love you" can be conquered by people on earth!
Well, the only consolation is that he can finally play a Gong...
Today is a dinner with Jian Huaichen's friends who have returned to China, and the people who came were more or less friendly, so naturally most of them drank at the end.
Although Luo Shutu didn't drink much under the pretext of stomach trouble, his skin was too fair, and his blush was very obvious. Seeing him like this, Shao Yang next to him immediately thoughtfully offered to send him back.
Xiao Heng stood quietly behind Shaoyang, watching them silently.
"Shaoyang, are you drinking too?" Luo Shutu said with a smile, "Let's take the bus, there's a bus stop here."
Shaoyang was a little surprised, and couldn't help frowning: "Achen, why do you..."
"Is the bus bad? I shouldn't take it?" The young man looked up at the night sky and said, "Believe me, it doesn't feel that bad." Then, he glanced at Shaoyang and said in a teasing tone, "Shaoyang, you are too conceited."
The slender figure of the young man was separated from the night by the moonlight and the light, it was an indescribable feeling, Xiao Heng thought, Shaoyang liked Jian Huaichen, it was not unreasonable.
But Shaoyang, you regard Jian Huaichen as your treasure, have you ever thought that I'm by your side? When you don't want him to be troubled, do you remember that I crowded the bus to work every day? He looked at the helpless man with some numbness, and suddenly felt a throbbing pain in his stomach.
We arrived at the station just in time for the last train.
Shaoyang naturally stretched out his hand to embrace Luo Shutu and was about to get into the car, but he didn't expect the young man to look back, push him into the car, and walked back quickly by himself.
"A Chen?"
"Xiao Heng doesn't seem to be feeling well." Luo Shutu looked worriedly at the people not far away, and waved to the urging driver, "Master, please go first, Shaoyang, please don't come down, I will send him back. "
How can you make a qualified attack if you let go of this good opportunity
"Achen, wait..." The car started, and the young man outside smiled at him. Shao Yang watched him turn and walk towards Xiao Heng, and knocked on the car door angrily.
"Master, can you stop and let me go down?"
The driver looked at the man in a suit and leather shoes, tutted his head and shook his head: "Young man, this is not a taxi that stops just as it says it will. Look at the people in the car who are rushing home."
Shao Yang frowned, feeling complicated for a moment, besides worrying that Xiao Heng would say something he shouldn't say, he was also a little annoyed that he didn't say it sooner because he was uncomfortable, the feeling was quite subtle.
The bus drove away, Xiao Heng looked at the young man walking towards him, a little dazed.
Luo Shutu smiled with his eyes bent, and flicked his forehead lightly with his middle finger: "Wake up, don't be in a daze." He tested his temperature with the back of his hand as he spoke.
"You don't have a fever, but you look weak, um, aren't you full?"
Xiao Heng came back to his senses, opened the distance between the two of them a little, and replied with a little alienation: "It's nothing, my stomach hurts, it's an old problem."
The young man has a pleasant fragrance, clean and refreshing, like the natural smell of handmade soap.
"I also have a stomach problem, but it's almost recuperated, shall I give you the prescription next time?" Luo Shutu said, "I see that you drank a lot today, so it's no wonder you have an attack."
Xiao Heng looked at him and evoked a smile of inexplicable meaning: "You observe really carefully."
His appearance is the same as that evaluated in Shaoyang's original plot, with a kind of classical charm, the tails of his eyes are slightly long and upward, and when he smiles like this, he is simply mesmerizing. Luo Shutu sighed sincerely: "Xiao Heng, I paid attention to you before, you really look..."
"Classic?" He continued without waiting for anyone to finish, with a mocking tone, "You and Shaoyang really have the same aesthetics."
"No, if I were like him, I wouldn't be able to open the art exhibition today." The young man didn't care about his rudeness, and said frankly, "Although you have a very classical temperament, you shouldn't be described as classical, Xiao Heng, You are really beautiful."
"..." Do all artists talk like this? Xiao Heng was stunned, a little speechless.
Seeing that he was silent, Luo Shutu changed the subject wisely: "Let's go, my house is only two stops away from here, if it's convenient for you, you can stay for one night first."
"...Mr. Jian, are you so unsuspecting of anyone?"
"Of course not. You are Shaoyang's friend, and I like you very much, so why be stingy with the effort." Luo Shutu said, taking off the thin coat over his shirt and handing it to him, "Put it on, and you can cover your stomach."
Xiao Heng took a deep look at him, Shaoyang's friend? like very much? So do you know Shaoyang's feelings for you? Do you know how close I am to him
The warmth and faint fragrance of youth remained on the jacket, and he did not refuse.
The talented painter Jian Huaichen has exquisite appearance, elegant demeanor, and a good family background, and now perhaps he should add, cleanliness. Such a person is like a piece of crystal-clear jade, clear and beautiful, Xiao Heng can't tell the emotion in his heart, it's not jealousy or hate, but he doesn't want to get to the bottom of it.
"Speaking of which, we are predestined." Luo Shutu said with a smile, "Chen and Heng both mean jade."
Xiao Heng smiled, but didn't answer.
The street lamps elongated the shadows of the two, occasionally overlapping each other, creating the illusion of lovers cuddling together.
The night wind blew, but it was not as cold as before. Xiao Heng gently held the corner of the jacket, his eyes were in a trance. For the first time in twenty-six years, he felt the unreserved warmth of others, without touching the skin, even Nothing to do with any ambiguous desires.
He looked at the people around him, and unexpectedly got a gentle smile.
Shaoyang, in fact, you are not good enough for him.