Because of the frenzied consumption potential behind it, the commercial street has always been the first place to display festival signs.
Christmas trees decorated with colorful lights, snowflake window stickers and reindeer dolls are the first to grab people's attention, and with the arrival of Christmas Eve, Santa Claus who distributes flyers and free gifts also appears on the roadside one after another, more or less always The children were smiling around, making the atmosphere even more lively.
The school does not have a holiday for this foreign festival, but the students still have a good time. Counting the apples received this morning, there is probably a box. After all, there are not many young teachers who give wonderful lectures and are good-looking, and Xiao Heng is one of them.
He came out of the mall with a paper bag in his hand.
The sky was gray, he got into the car, put the bag on the co-pilot, took it back after a while, stroked the white scarf inside with his fingers, and started to be dazed.
Just like snow mountain roses suit Jian Huaichen, white suits him too, elegant and clean, natural and unpretentious.
Tomorrow is Christmas, and it is said that it will snow in England this year, he thought, counting carefully, Jian Huaichen has been gone for a month.
When he went to the old house that day, he had no idea how he got back to the apartment. Jian Huaichen is such a person, everything is pure, whether it's people or feelings, when he said no, he was seriously trying not to—don't want him Xiao Heng.
Just because he knew this, he was able to appreciate the harm he had done to him in the past. He was the one who pulled Jian Huaichen into the water, and he was the one who let go of his hand in the water. No matter how out of control it was at that time, it really existed.
That's why Jian Huaichen said that he's not that cheap...
But he didn't know, that wasn't the truth. That kind of silent liking made him seem to see himself back then—in fact, it was me who was cheap, I was the one who was selfish, I was the one who was cowardly, and it was still me who lied indulgently and foolishly used liking to hurt you—it was Xiao Heng.
I like you, Jian Huaichen... He covered his empty heart and murmured.
Shaoyang is a ray of sunshine shining into his life, liking him does not need to struggle too much, because of loneliness; but Jian Huaichen accepts all of his moon, not warm but warm enough, beautiful enough, when he realized it, he couldn't let it go, because worth.
He grabbed the scarf in panic and hugged it tightly to his chest. If they never see each other again, one day they will become two parallel lines with no intersection, the situation of meeting but not knowing each other, just imagining him unbearably terrified...
{Ding—Congratulations to Sao Nian! Happy New Year! The male protagonist has successfully bleached, sama, I no longer have to worry about your personal safety (≧▽≦)~}
{... Can you make China and the United Kingdom have a time difference of thousands of years sama! }
{Don’t care about such details haha~ The current male protagonist’s favorability degree: 95, Sao Nian, take him down in one go! }
… Well, that was the only consolation after he was woken up at six in the morning.
It doesn't matter how it is bleached, it is enough not to be blackened.
The tangled child finally figured it out, Luo Shutu rolled over on the bed a few times with his eyes closed, and slowly got up, well, I'd better prepare well today, maybe that unlucky child will come to complain.
When the plane landed at 7 o'clock in the evening, Xiao Heng walked outside the airport, feeling a little dazed.
Tiny snowflakes slowly fell from the night sky, elegantly embroidered on the coat.
He stretched out his hand, received a piece, and the little white color quickly turned into crystal points.
Huai Chen, I want to see you.
— "Ah chirp!" Luo Shutu, who was in the kitchen watching his mobile phone making mince pie, sneezed hard, "Ah... who misses me?"
{Hehe, friendly reminder from Ben Sama: The hero is moving fast, and the distance from the target starting point: 15 miles. }
Sure enough, they found him. Luo Shutu calmly put the pie in the oven, cleaned up his tools, wiped his hands, took a sip of hot tea, walked to the door of the house, and tinkered with the mistletoe ring.
According to Xiao Heng's idea of seeing him, the sooner the better, he remembered that there was an express from Heathrow Airport to the city, and it took 15 minutes, so Xiao Heng might not be far away from him right now.
The fine snow is still falling quietly, and a piece of grass under the moonlight is spread out in front of the classic double-storey villa, extending to the bottom of the steps at the door.
The young man raised his head halfway, holding a woven mistletoe ring in his hand, and was trying to hang it on the door.
Xiao Heng stood quietly not far away, looking at him.
The second he saw someone, he suddenly felt that nothing had changed. Even if what the other person was doing was so trivial and the movements were repetitive and boring, he could still see it in his heart. He felt that there was nothing more satisfying in the world than this.
{Sao Nian, the hero is looking at you affectionately~}
Luo Shutu hung up the mistletoe, adjusted the bow tied on it, nodded in satisfaction, then turned around as if remembering something.
Xiao Heng didn't move, and smiled at him.
The stunned expression of the young man was unexpectedly cute. Xiao Heng bent his lips and stepped forward: "Huai Chen, please let me go in and have a seat."
"..." Luo Shutu didn't say anything, opened the door and brought him in.
Xiao Heng looked at the warm-toned living room, sat on the sofa, and became very calm. When the young man was serving hot tea, he asked, "It smells so good, what are you doing?"
The mince pie was baked and hanging out on the table, and the living room smelled of butter and berries.
"Mincelain pie, because it's Christmas tomorrow," Luo Shutu said, "let it cool before eating."
After a moment of silence, he asked: "Xiao Heng, why are you here?"
The young man's tone was a little hesitant, with an apologetic smile on his face, as if he felt that he had asked a question that shouldn't be asked.
Xiao Heng smiled, slowly turned his fingertips around the porcelain cup, and said, "I want to see you, I miss you," then looked up at him, and said, "I want to see you very much, I miss you very much."
"Xiao Heng..." the young man was taken aback.
"Actually, I didn't want to do this. Some memories are really not very good for me, but I want you to pass by." Xiao Heng put down the glass, walked over, stood in front of the sofa where the young man was sitting, and bent over Buckled his shoulders. "Let me step over too..."
Luo Shutu's body trembled, his face gradually turned pale, and he stretched out his hand to break his restraint.
"Let go!"
Because he lived alone for many years, Xiao Heng even practiced free combat, so the youth's resistance was useless at all.
"I'm sorry..." He said almost with a sigh, clasped the other person's hands tightly and pressed them to the top of the head, threw the person down on the soft sofa, and leaned over on his body.
The face of the person under him was as white as a piece of paper, and he turned his head away to stop looking at him, his neck was bent in a slender arc, his thin chest heaved violently, his legs were still pressed apart by his bent knees, and he was at the mercy of others. humiliation.
Xiao Heng locked him with one hand, untied his tie with the other hand, lowered his head and kissed his trembling eyelashes: "Huai Chen... I'm sorry."
"I beg you, I beg you... let me go..." The young man's voice was broken, and he showed a hesitant and helpless expression. He knew it was impossible, but he still held on to the last pitiful hope.
Jian Huaichen lowered his self-esteem and pleaded, it wasn't what he wanted to see, it shouldn't appear on this person's face, but...if he didn't do this—Xiao Heng endured his heartache, and carefully tied the tie around his wrist. A kiss on the eyes that were closed tightly - they will never get over the pain in their lives...
Since Xiao Heng is the culprit, let him bear the scars of the past.
He knew Jian Huaichen well, and if he wanted him to turn back, he had no choice but to put all his emotions on the line, even if it was mean, he would not hesitate.
"Huaichen..."
The intimacy was only that night, but he was more familiar with the young man's body than he remembered. Just touching and kissing instinctively made the other party bite his lips in shame, trying his best to reject the sensual pleasure.
Xiao Heng leaned forward to lick his lips, trying to stick his tongue in, but the young man closed his teeth tightly, and he didn't force it, he patiently pecked his soft lips over and over again, and sighed contentedly in his heart.
"Look at me... Huai Chen, open your eyes and look at me..." He comforted the young man's sensitive body, carefully branded each light red mark, and gently touched his face, pleadingly.
The youth did not respond.
Xiao Heng sighed almost inaudibly, supported the sofa, and sat down slowly.
The moment they came into contact with each other, the young man was shocked, opened his eyes in disbelief and looked at the person sitting on him, opened his mouth but couldn't say anything.
The pain was worse than expected, Xiao Heng's face turned pale, seeing the young man's shocked gaze, he decided to sit down to the end.
"Get up, get up quickly..." Seeing his face, the young man panicked, "You'll be hurt!"
"No..." He smiled, held the person who was struggling to get up, and moved slowly a few times, "Huai Chen, I will pay you myself, okay..."
"I'm sorry," he said, "I'm not trying to make it up to you, I like you...I want to be with you."
The young man stared at him blankly, with a faint glint in his eyes.
"I won't be happy if you do this..."
"Well, it's okay." Xiao Heng stretched out his hand to touch his face, his eyes were soft, "After today, forget about it, and we will start again tomorrow."
The young man watched him silently.
This was an unusually ordinary affair, and the inexperienced young man was released quickly. Xiao Heng gasped for a while, untied his tie and threw it aside, then buried his head in his neck, lying quietly Then, neither of them spoke.
The heating in the living room was fully turned on, and the body temperature felt by cuddling each other was astonishingly hot, and it never subsided at all because of the end of the affair. Xiao Heng suddenly said in a muffled voice: "Hug me, Huai Chen..."
After a while, when he felt uneasy, the young man put his left hand on his head, and his right hand wrapped around his back, gradually tightening it.
"Fool..." His voice was crying.
Xiao Heng smiled and looked up at him.
Tears flowed from the corners of the young man's eyes, and he didn't try to cover them, just looked at him and cried, and then called him: "Ah Heng..."
His heart was bumped lightly, he felt his eyes were moist, he leaned over and kissed the young man's slightly parted lips, the tip of his tongue was entangled, exploring each other's desire for each other's body fluid, he felt that he had never felt such a beautiful feeling before, his restless heartbeat gradually converged Into the same frequency, stable and quiet.
The young man put his arms around his neck and raised his head to respond to the kiss.
"Huaichen..."
He stopped, took the young man's left hand, and kissed it reverently on his lips, and the words came out naturally, as if they had been hidden in his heart for many years, just to tell him,
-"I love you."