Fall in love with summer flamingos

When Su Yangxia came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, Meng Zhao had already turned off the TV and lay down on the bed in the bedroom. Su Yangxia picked up his mobile phone and saw that Gu Shiye had sent him a message, telling him that he was fine and asked him to go to bed early.

After receiving the message from Gu Shiye, Su Yangxia finally felt relieved.

He casually sent a message to Gu Shiye and turned to walk into the bedroom where Meng Zhao was.

"Are you sleepy?" Su Yangxia walked to the bed and asked Meng Zhao.

Meng Zhao opened his eyes and looked at Su Yangxia: "No, I'm just resting my eyes."

"Come up." Meng Zhao moved inward to make room for Su Yangxia.

Su Yangxia walked around the bed to the other side and climbed onto it: "I'll sleep here. I'm used to it."

Meng Zhao turned around and looked at Su Yangxia: "Brother Ye, why don't you sleep outside?"

"Yes, he always sleeps outside." Su Yangxia supported his arms and nodded.

A wicked smile appeared on Meng Zhao's face: "Yang'er, I'm curious, what does it feel like for you two to do that kind of thing?"

Su Yangxia pushed Meng Zhao and said, "You've been curious for a few years now, right?"

Meng Zhao came closer again: "Of course not, I'm so curious, tell me quickly."

"Why are you, a straight man, curious about this?" Su Yangxia looked at him with narrowed eyes.

Meng Zhao smiled and said, "It's because I'm straight that I'm curious. If I weren't straight, I'd try it and I'd know."

Su Yangxia saw that Meng Zhao was determined not to give up until he told her. He paused and said, "Well, how should I put it? It's painful and happy at the same time."

"Does it hurt? Does it hurt a lot?" Meng Zhao looked at Su Yangxia with some concern.

Su Yangxia moved closer to Meng Zhao and said, "Or you can find someone else to try it." After a pause, he continued, "It doesn't hurt, but maybe you've been heartbroken for a while so you feel the pain."

"How could it not hurt? That time you had a fever six years ago..." Meng Zhao stopped talking halfway through.

Su Yangxia narrowed her eyes and glared at Meng Zhao: "You? You pulled down my pants?"

Meng Zhao nodded: "Well, the nurse said you had inflammation. I thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure it out, so there was nothing I could do."

"You have to thank me. I told the doctor that you just had inflamed hemorrhoids, otherwise your fever would not have gone away." Meng Zhao looked at Su Yangxia somewhat embarrassedly.

Su Yangxia patted Meng Zhao's shoulder and sneered: "Zhao, I really have no face in front of you."

"Why do you still have the face to stand in front of me? Save it for others." Meng Zhao brushed Su Yangxia's bangs.

"Yang'er, are you really not in pain? If you are, talk to Brother Ye. I feel he is a bit too fierce." Meng Zhao said to Su Yangxia seriously.

Su Yangxia raised her chin and smiled: "It really doesn't hurt. To use your words, it feels great."

"Your pajamas look of really high quality." Meng Zhao grabbed the corner of Su Yangxia's clothes and rubbed it, then leaned over to take a look.

"Which bottle of shower gel are you using?" Meng Zhao leaned closer, and Su Yangxia smelled the scent of Gu Shiye's shower gel.

"It's the one that's half left, it seems to have a woody scent." Meng Zhao raised his head, pulled the collar of his pajamas and smelled it.

Su Yangxia nodded: "You picked the cheapest one, and I opened a new bottle for you."

Meng Zhao lay flat on his back, resting his head on his arm and said with a smile, "I wouldn't dare use it if I haven't opened it before. Who knows what it is?"

"You said that we slept like this in the same bed six years ago for several months." Meng Zhao said with emotion.

Su Yangxia also lay down and looked at the ceiling: "Well, you worked hard during that time."

Meng Zhao turned his head to look at Su Yangxia: "Let's not talk about this, it's too formal."

"Zhao, it is my blessing to have you as a friend in this life." Su Yangxia turned her head and looked into Meng Zhao's eyes and said seriously.

Meng Zhao looked at Su Yangxia and let out a long sigh, "With your words, the beatings I've endured for more than ten years have not been in vain."

"I still remember it. We were just playing. I didn't kick you hard enough to hurt you." Su Yangxia smiled.

"Yes, you're all talk and no action. It's because you always hit me that people at school spread rumors about you. They also said you had something on me, and that you must have nude photos of me."

When Meng Zhao talked about the past days, his eyes lit up and his face was full of joy. The memories of his student days were all beautiful and youthful. He and Su Yangxia had basically never had any conflicts.

"When I first got together with Gu Shiye, I thought you were homophobic and didn't want to talk to me anymore. I felt bad for a long time."

It was rare for Su Yangxia to have such a good conversation with Meng Zhao. Su Yangxia never liked to talk about her own thoughts, thinking it was too pretentious. Others might not feel the same way if she said it out loud, so she never talked about these things with others.

However, after being with Gu Shiye, Su Yangxia realized that communication is the foundation of human relationships. If you don’t say it out loud, the other person may not feel your care, may not understand your intentions, and will cause many unnecessary misunderstandings.

Gu Shiye would always take the trouble to express his sweet words and true feelings to Su Yangxia.

Su Yangxia used to think that those were Gu Shiye’s sentiments and sweet words, but later he slowly discovered that those were all Gu Shiye’s true feelings. What he said and what he did were consistent. It was just that Gu Shiye was good at expressing love, and Gu Shiye never hesitated to express his love to her.

If Gu Shiye said he loved him, he would really do a lot of things to love him. If Gu Shiye said he liked him, he would really like everything about him. If Gu Shiye said he would protect him, he would really do things to protect him. Gu Shiye also silently did a lot of things to love him in many places where Su Yangxia couldn't see.

It’s just that those things are integrated into life and details, and Su Yangxia is a rough person, so he tends to ignore Gu Shiye’s silent contributions.

"What are you talking about? I just felt it was too sudden at that time." Meng Zhao explained.

"I've been feeling uncomfortable for quite a long time." Meng Zhao looked at Su Yangxia seriously.

Su Yangxia blinked and looked at Meng Zhao in confusion: "Huh? What are you upset about?"

Meng Zhao leaned closer to Su Yangxia, looked into his eyes, and asked softly, "What do you think?"

Su Yangxia's temples trembled. Meng Zhao smiled and said, "Of course it's because you didn't tell me. You didn't tell me such a big thing. Are you a brother?"

"Well, I was planning to tell you at that time, but Gu Shiye got there first." Su Yangxia shrugged and said in a light voice.

"That's all in the past, let's not mention it." Meng Zhao closed his eyes after saying that. He put his hands in the quilt and pulled it to cover most of his head.

Su Yangxia pulled the quilt down for Meng Zhao: "Don't suffocate, go to sleep."

Meng Zhao's eyes moved but he didn't say anything. Su Yangxia took out an eye mask from the drawer and placed it next to Meng Zhao's pillow. He left a bedside lamp on, fearing that Meng Zhao would find it too bright, so he prepared it for him in advance.

Su Yangxia yawned and felt a little sleepy, so she lay down and closed her eyes.

Recently, Su Yangxia didn’t know whether it was because she was too sleepy or because of the medicine she took, but she always felt that she could fall asleep as soon as she lay down on the bed. She always felt that she could fall asleep in less than ten seconds.

After a few minutes, Meng Zhao heard Su Yangxia's quiet and gentle breathing.

He turned over and looked at Su Yangxia's sleeping face. Su Yangxia was sleeping very quietly. The sleeping Su Yangxia was like a baby in a cradle, quiet and well-behaved, and did not seem to have any worries at all.

Six years ago, during the few months they lived together, Meng Zhao often woke up in the middle of the night and looked at Su Yangxia, fearing that an expression of pain and discomfort would appear on Su Yangxia's face.

Once, Meng Zhao was awakened by Su Yangxia's sobbing while he was sleeping. He thought Su Yangxia was crying while awake, but when he opened his eyes, he found that Su Yangxia was crying while sleeping, and she had been crying for a long time.

Meng Zhao shook the person for a long time before waking him up. After Su Yangxia woke up, he was in a daze and couldn't tell where he was or what time it was.

From then on, Meng Zhao would often wake up unconsciously at night. After waking up, he would immediately get up to see if Su Yangxia was having a nightmare or crying.

If a painful expression appeared on Su Yangxia's face, Meng Zhao would know that Su Yangxia must be having a nightmare, and he would shake Su Yangxia hard to wake her up to prevent her from being dragged into that crying dream.

During that time, Meng Zhao thought that Su Yangxia was the only one who was heartbroken, but Meng Zhao was also in great pain in his heart. It was not just Su Yangxia who was tortured every day and night.

Meng Zhao moved closer to Su Yangxia. He propped himself up with his arms and moved closer to Su Yangxia. He lowered his eyes to look into Su Yangxia's eyes. His long eyelashes trembled slowly. Under the light, Su Yangxia's skin looked whiter, and the fine hairs on her face could be seen.

He slowly approached Su Yang's face, looked at Su Yang's lips with his eyes slightly opened, and moved closer to Su Yangxia little by little to feel his breath. Meng Zhao swallowed gently, and his lips trembled slightly and stayed at Su Yangxia's lips for several seconds.

In the end, Meng Zhao frowned and bit his lip, slowly raised his head, and moved away from the lips of the person he had been longing for for more than ten years.

Su Yangxia was sleeping soundly, and her nose shrank when she smelled a familiar scent. She slowly moved closer, put her arms around Meng Zhao's waist, buried her head in the scent, and then fell silent.

Meng Zhao stayed where he was, not daring to move. He let Su Yangxia's hands rest on his waist and let Su Yangxia's head rest in his arms.

His heartbeat and heartache came violently together.

There was a sharp pain in his heart and his heart was beating so violently that Meng Zhao felt like his breathing was about to stop.

Meng Zhao often wondered: which is more painful: to love but not be able to get it, or to ask for it but not get it, or to love but not be able to express it?

Which is more painful, to have had something and then lost it, or to never have had it and never lost it, is more regrettable? Meng Zhao couldn't figure out this question, and he didn't have the energy to think about it.

Because Meng Zhao has never had such qualifications in Su Yangxia's world.

Let it be, Meng Zhao, let it be. You may lose what you gain, but it will always be like this. Meng Zhao will still be Meng Er and Su Yang Xia will still be Yang Er.

They are still good brothers for life. They have known each other for eighteen years. Eighteen years have passed, Meng Zhao. Don’t think about it anymore, don’t ask for anything else, Meng Zhao.

Put away your thoughts and continue to act stupid, continue to be a fool, isn't acting stupid what you are best at?

As long as Su Yangxia can be happy, Meng Zhao, haven't you always thought so? Haven't you been doing this for eighteen years?

No matter it was the friendship in youth, the throbbing in adolescence, or the heartbeat that broke out of the cage back then, you did very well. You did very well. You did very well. He didn't find out and you didn't disturb his happiness.

Meng Zhao, you can do it. If Su Yangxia is happy, you will be happy too. Even though this happiness is given by others, isn't it enough if he is happy?

Meng Zhao thought about it slowly, trying desperately to comfort his anxious heart.

I will let it go one day, I will let it go. Meng Zhao slowly fell asleep in the pain and struggle of constantly making up his mind.