nyslfriends Chapter 70 The Story of Three People
Chapter 70 The Story of Three People
Xingheng felt as if his head was about to burst, and the pain was severe. Alcohol was really not suitable for him. He stood up and wanted to get his phone, but was interrupted by the sunflower that caught his eye.
I don't know what time it is, the lights in the bedroom are as dim as ever, but they can't block the bright yellow gold.
"Are you awake?" A gentle voice came from the door.
Xingheng turned his neck somewhat mechanically. He Mingsheng's set of home clothes was simple and casual, but with a bit of smoke and fire.
"What are you in a daze for?" He Mingsheng approached, holding a glass of water in his hand, and handed it to Xing Heng. Seeing that the person didn't move, he put it directly on the bedside: "Honey water, drink it quickly."
After finishing speaking, without waiting for anyone's reaction, he lay directly next to Xingheng without a quilt, as if he just borrowed a place to rest for a while.
"I fell asleep halfway through the meal. It's really the first time I've seen you." He Mingsheng leaned on one arm and put the other hand on his stomach, his tone could not hide his teasing.
But Xingheng was only embarrassed for a moment, picked up the cup and drank it cleanly, then continued to stare at the sunflower beside the bed in a daze.
"What time is it?" Xingheng didn't turn his head, and casually brought up a topic.
"After three o'clock in the middle of the night, you were thirsty, so I went out and made some honey water for you to hangover."
"When did you buy it?"
When Xingheng asked this question, he didn't even realize it, he deliberately slowed down his breathing, as if he was afraid of missing some information.
Four years ago, he wanted to wait for a bouquet of flowers from He Mingsheng, but he received a phone call that was almost like a breakup. Since then, the two of them have a tacit understanding and no longer contact each other.
Although their relationship is not rigorous and correct in terms of breaking up, Xingheng can't find the right words.
"What's wrong?" He Mingsheng sat up a little bit: "Don't like it?"
Xingheng shook his head, he didn't seem to have any special reaction, his face was buried in the shadow, he couldn't see clearly, He Mingsheng only thought that this person was still drunk.
He Mingsheng watched Xing Heng drink the water, and stretched out his hand to embrace him, then covered him with a quilt, and said like coaxing a child: "Xingzi sleeps well, and he won't have a headache tomorrow after he sleeps well." There was a light kiss on the top of the head.
He Mingsheng's words lingered above his head, Xingheng obediently did not make any other superfluous movements.
Now that he knew that the separation back then was forced, he told He Mingsheng now: Do you know that I stood at the entrance of the restaurant and waited for you for a long time, but I didn't wait until you came to pick me up with flowers.
The bedroom fell into silence again, and in the dark night, He Mingsheng's voice sounded softly: "I hope I can supply you with the flowers that I didn't come and send out four years ago." He said as if he was sighing, and the long He breathed a sigh of relief: "Actually speaking, I really don't know much about you. I don't even know what flowers you like. Standing in front of the flower shop, I hesitated for a long time before I bought this bunch of sunflowers. I think it's also my selfishness, because since you appeared in my life, my life seems to have light. You are like a ray of light, squeezed into my life. "
He Mingsheng's hands rested on Xingheng's waist, quietly, but lightly squeezed, and changed his strength after a long time.
Tears soaked He Mingsheng's pajamas, and his blocked nose was obvious.
He Mingsheng said that he was his light, but it was not.
There is nothing wrong with buying He Mingsheng's flowers. He likes sunflowers. He used to like them only in the imagination that he could have He Mingsheng in his future life. There are sunflowers all over the ground, and the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkles on them. It is golden, just like the setting sun sprinkled on the lake. , It makes people feel warm.
A boat full of autumn colors spreads ten miles of lake light.
In the golden autumn, he took He Mingsheng to sketch.
Later, he liked sunflowers because He Mingsheng was like the sun, he was like a sunflower, and his eyes would always follow only He Mingsheng's figure.
The competition he participated in four years ago was actually a simple pair of autumn colors and endless sunflowers. When the autumn wind blew, the bangs on the forehead of the person in the painting fluttered with the wind, and his eyes looked at the painter.
There is only one person in the painting and the strong sense of autumn that cannot be contained, but it is a story of two people.
You are the protagonist in my painting, I exist in your eyes, this is the romance I can give you.
When I woke up again, it was already the afternoon of the second day.
My head doesn't hurt like it did last night, but it's still slightly uncomfortable.After taking the phone, he saw He Mingsheng's message appearing on the top. There were more than ten messages in a row. Xingheng looked at the time. This person sent one or two messages almost every hour, and they were all asking him. Wake up no.
Xingheng replied simply, and he didn't want He Mingsheng's news to reply quickly.
[Wake up and go to wash up. I’ll make lunch and put it in the refrigerator or microwave. 】
【OK. 】
He Mingsheng's message came back: [If you don't feel very hungry or uncomfortable, eat less, and I'll take you out to eat at night. 】
Xingheng was dumbfounded, wanted to laugh a little, and replied directly: 【Don't you even have to go to work? 】
[Go, but I'm a newcomer, so there aren't many things. 】
He Mingsheng added a mischievous emoji at the end of the news, to be honest, this is completely different from the He Mingsheng in his impression, maybe because of the influence of He Mingsheng, Xingheng leaned on the bedside, looked at the sunflower, with a smile on the corner of his mouth , fingers beating fast: [Hey, brother, please come on! 】
【Well, okay! 】
The arc of the corner of his mouth involuntarily rose, and Xing Heng stretched himself.This kind of life seems to be very good. Although he knows that there are still things to deal with, he is very reluctant to interrupt the current happiness and tranquility.
It's time to implement your own work. It's not wrong to solve the previous things, but now that He Mingsheng is by his side, it must be more important in the future, because no matter what, he will never let him go again. gone.
Picking up the phone again to edit: [Hello, Mr. Zhang.I have considered the job you introduced to me last time, and I am willing. 】
Ding--
[Xiao Xing, the teacher is very happy if you promise.It is important to look forward, and there is nothing wrong with liking someone. 】
【Thank you, teacher. 】
The rice on the table just took two bites. It's not that the food is not delicious, it's because of the person who sent the text message.
This was the only teacher who was friendly to him and tried his best to defend him after the accident that year.
The job Mr. Zhang introduced to him was in a training institution, and the salary was very good.At the beginning, Teacher Zhang asked him why he didn't hold a training class by himself. After all, Xingheng's professional level is more than enough to hold a training class.
When hearing this proposal, Xingheng rejected it without even thinking about it.Leaving aside the issue of funds, if he really runs the training class by himself, if the events of that year are accidentally exposed, it will not only be as simple as not having a job, but he may also have to pay a large sum of money for the rest of his life. endless debt.
So when Mr. Zhang said that he would introduce a job to Xingheng, his first condition was that he must be able to accept his aptitude.
He holds training courses by himself, and he has no way to inform all students and parents of his sexual orientation, but when looking for a job, he is obliged to disclose his sexual orientation and possible consequences in the future.
Fortunately, the boss was the same as him. After reading the resume sent by Teacher Zhang, he agreed without saying a word, and he didn't even need an interview.Because Xingheng's resume can't be said to be very beautiful, because after the accident in his sophomore year, he never participated in any activities again, so Xingheng always thought that Teacher Zhang walked through the back door, but now, he doesn't care so much up.
I didn't agree at the beginning, but I didn't want to owe a favor. Now I agree, but I want to work hard for the future, and live hard with the person I like, which is an extravagant thing.