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After several sleepless nights in a row, Qin Zheng finally fell asleep after a long absence on the night when he reunited with the person next to his pillow.

In the dream, there was a road winding to the end of the skyline. The afterglow of the setting sun dyed the world as far as he could see in orange pink. He seemed to be in a no-man's land, and Qin Zheng probably knew subconsciously that when the sun completely set After going there, this wasteland will be completely covered by the deep sea, and he will see countless prehistoric creatures swimming past the car window shining with the starlight of hundreds of millions of years ago.

He can't open the window, otherwise he will fall into the sea of ​​souls that passed away and become a member of the ancient ancestors.

——This is reasonable, according to the law of conservation of energy, we may even come from the star dust of the big bang.

——If there is an afterlife...

It seemed that someone was muttering to himself, but Qin Zheng couldn't hear clearly. When he was trying to look to the side, he suddenly opened his eyes.

It takes different times for people to completely come out of their sleep. Maybe it’s because they haven’t had a dream for too long. It took Qin Zheng more than ten seconds to realize that the episode just now was actually a certain animation that he and Shen Teng watched together. Shots from the short film.

At the end of the film, Shen Teng put his chin on his knees and said to himself: If there is an afterlife, he wants to be a fish.

Waking up in the middle of the night is the easiest way to completely insomnia. The stomach pain is gone now, but the unbearable feeling has shifted to other places. When he realized that he suddenly fell into the addiction again after half a year of quitting smoking, Qin Zheng turned around very gently.

Last night, she was asked a little too much, but this time, the sleeping face facing her, which was trapped in the pillow, was so quiet that there was no water injection.

Shen Teng is very beautiful, so beautiful that if you use any words to describe it, you will accidentally fall into gaudy.

The shadow under the net of long and uncurled eyelashes flutters only after a long time with the extremely light breathing, which makes him look very much like a dying butterfly that has been frozen through in the winter morning.

He seems to have lost weight again.

Qin Zheng always felt that Shen Teng seemed to have a time limit for becoming an eternity that only he knew.Every time we meet, he will always become more transparent. I don't know when the fireworks in the world will no longer be able to restrain him, but at the same time, the light in Shen Tom's eyes is getting brighter and brighter. The enthusiasm almost reached the point where one's heart sank, and Qin Zheng didn't even dare to meet his eyes.

But the ignited eyes are just an illusion for a moment, it is the oil wick that sinks his own life, the brightness can be deceiving, once he closes his eyes, he will immediately become gray, almost melting into the night.

Qin Zheng got up silently, opened the bedside table and took out the last cigarette case.

The night view of the city can be seen from the balcony of the bedroom, and the outdoor temperature is not high. He only put on a shirt casually, the outline of his abdominal muscles is completely exposed in the spring night, and the back covered by the clothes is covered with ambiguous scratches.

The tiny spark ignited the air, and the smell of tobacco immediately traced the shape of the wind. He turned his head and glanced at the bedroom again——Shen Teng opened his teeth and claws when he was asleep, but when he was really asleep, he was very obedient, and he didn't look carefully. You can't tell that there is a person lying there.

Qin Zheng squinted his eyes, and suddenly remembered that the scene after the first relationship between the two seemed to be the same, the difference was that it was in a brightly lit motel on the side of the West Coast Highway.

And just a few hours before that, he had just met Shen Teng.

Three years ago, Qin Zheng was just in his early 20s, and he was in the middle of a difficult choice between continuing his studies and returning to China to inherit the family business. Although he himself felt that he had nothing to choose, in order to show that he had the process of making a choice, Qin Zheng accepted his classmates. He drove away from Los Angeles and lost contact with China for more than ten days.

Route 66 is the "Mother's Road" of Americans. It passes through eight states and three time zones. Even though it is no longer the glory of the past, there are still many brave self-driving pilgrims all year round. The previous few sentences have nothing to do with Qin Zheng Well, he just had a flat tire on the way back to Los Angeles ten days later. If he hadn't called for a tow truck, he wouldn't have noticed where he was at all.

The sunset in my memory is like a salted egg yolk, and cacti are scattered scattered on the vast loess, and no car has passed by for a long time.Facts have proved that once there is no bgm in a western-themed movie, no matter how high-spirited a cowboy is, he will instantly have a hunched midlife crisis.

When Fa Xiao made an international long-distance call, Qin Zheng, who had been isolated from the world for half a month, was sitting bored on the hood of the car waiting for the rescue that might never come. He shook his head before realizing what Ji Chen said just now something.

"When will you get engaged?"

"I sent you an invitation last month!"

Ji Chen complained, but repeated again: "Four days later, at the Xianji Hotel in Yancheng, the young master is sincerely invited to come and guide me."

Xianji, sounds familiar.Qin Zheng vaguely remembered that he seemed to have helped Xu Peck cover up in front of his uncle before, and the excuse was to spend the night in Xianji.

"So when will you come back? I'll catch you up."

The battery of the mobile phone was almost dead, Qin Zheng looked at the only motel with neon lights flashing in the barren field of vision, and replied absent-mindedly: "Three days later."

Ji Chen was a little speechless: "What important national affairs are waiting for you to deal with on the west coast..."

The voice stopped abruptly, and the phone turned off automatically.

The whole process of the black and white logo gradually disappearing was reflected in the young man's eyes, until only Qin Zheng's own face remained on the phone screen, when he suddenly heard another person's voice.

"Brother, borrow a fire?"

The light male voice, with an obvious playful smile, interrupted his just beginning thoughts.

Qin Zheng raised his eyelids—it was the first time he saw Shen Teng. After three years, Qin Zheng can still replay the scenes at that time in his mind frame by frame.

He remembered the sunset that evening, and the afterglow filled the driveway leading to Los Angeles. A few steps away, the man was about the same size as himself, and the simple white shirt outlined the beautiful torso of a Greek teenager.

He still remembered that Shen Teng's hair seemed to have always been so long, and his eyes were the prettiest, as if he was hiding a smile naturally, the tails of his eyes were upturned, the water was shining, and he was gorgeous and beautiful.

Shen thatch is like a flower.

After the comparison was over, Qin Zheng woke up from the memories and suddenly realized that he seemed to be making comparisons with Shen Teng all the time today.

That's bad, and only poets do.

But Shen Teng is indeed like a flower.When we first met in Los Angeles, it was the moment when he was in full bloom. Since then, every time we met, Shen Teng was always withering in an elusive manner.

It's just that his withering process is different from ordinary people, even if his pathology is obvious, he is still very, very beautiful.

Qin Zheng still remembered that the next sentence in "If there is an afterlife" was that Shen Teng turned his head and asked himself: What about you, baby?

He didn't answer, but smiled and said to the convenience: How about you be a cat, after I was salvaged from the sea, you can allow you to eat me.

Shen Teng seems to be very good at collaging unconstrained and unconstrained ideas with messy grammar. Perhaps while making the violin, he can also consider the future of the poet.

The body of the cigarette burned half of it on its own, Qin Zheng pinched it out casually, turned and went back to the bedroom.

The person with his back facing him was still sleeping soundly on the bed, and he walked over to pick up the mobile phone that was left on the cabinet.

The door lock of Qin Zheng's apartment contained the fingerprints of Shen Tom, who had never been to Jiangcheng, but Shen Tom's six-digit mobile phone password was an astronomical number unknown to him.

Not a birthday.

Not the phone number.

One last chance left.

Qin Zheng put his finger on the edge of the lock screen button behind him, and the screen lit up.

The moment he successfully unlocked it, he couldn't help but twitched the corner of his mouth.

The owner of this phone never sorts out the text message column, and the various bill information is mixed with strangers' ambiguous opening remarks, in English, Chinese, and French, both read and unread. Qin Zheng skips these and directly clicks on the note as " Tsar" dialog box, confirming what content was deleted in the afternoon on my mobile phone.

He was a little surprised that the two of them still had a call record. They had known each other for so long, this was the second time Shen Teng called him, and the first time was an accident.

How many times has Qin Zheng called him?

Qin Zheng zero times.Before that, Shen Teng had teased with a smile whether he should give the zero change to His Majesty. Qin Zheng didn't speak at that time, but he raised his hand and clasped the back of Shen Teng's neck, and soon let people know the fate of talking nonsense.

Qin Zheng hates talking on the phone more than Shen Teng, but every time, every meaningful or meaningless message sent by Shen Teng, Qin Zheng will always reply.Even this time, he subconsciously typed back a "yes", but it was only when he sent it that Qin Zheng realized that he was holding Shen Teng's own cell phone.

The guy who saved the day calmly deleted the text message and returned to the home page to lock the screen.

When the phone was put back on the bedside table, the screen turned on again, and a ticket information for an international flight was pushed on the top of the message bar.

After sleeping until the sun is bright, the pillows and quilts around me have already lost their temperature.

Shen Teng dragged his almost disintegrated body on the bed and rested for a while. Half a day later, he stepped on the ground barefoot and slowly got up to wash and change clothes.

He never cared whether he was the only one after opening his eyes, which may be one of the reasons why Qin Zheng could maintain a relationship with him for so long.

There is still plenty of time before the plane takes off, enough for him to put himself back into a human appearance, but when he opened the bedroom door, in front of the sofa that Qin Zheng pulled up last night, Shen Teng saw a very Sophisticated takeaway.

It may not be appropriate to say that it is a takeaway. After all, our second young master has an astonishingly strong sense of territory. If he hadn't tacitly allowed him to step into the tsar's country with his eyes downcast, outsiders would not even have the chance to see the outline of the city wall.These things were probably brought up by Qin Zheng himself after they were sent downstairs, and their value doubled.

Speaking of this, Shen Teng was actually a little surprised.

The elevator password is the same as the bank card, which is easy to guess, but the fingerprints at the door... If he remembers correctly, the only time the two of them exchanged such a private thing as fingerprints was when Shen Teng was bored after a certain incident. Zheng's slender fingers playing the piano observed for a while, and finally chose the middle finger with a stronger sense of constriction and pressed it on the back of his mobile phone.

He wanted to preserve the contempt from the Tsar on a whim, and there was no other meaning.Unexpectedly, although Qin Zheng lowered his eyelids and looked too lazy to pay attention to him at that time, when Shen Teng was about to get up and say goodbye happily after finishing his work, the second young master suddenly grabbed his wrist and dragged him back onto the bed. Then, with a cigarette in his mouth, he imitated the example, even pinched the precious fingers of Shen Ma that made the piano, and recorded all the lines that were lighter than ordinary people into his mobile phone one by one.

Shen Teng couldn't help laughing at the time, lying in Qin Zheng's arms weakly and letting others do what he wanted, and by the way, he took the cigarette body that was about to burn out from his mouth, raised his hand and flicked the ash in the crystal jar beside the bed, He handed it back to his lips to bite and inhale the last nicotine.

Maybe it was because the wall lamp was too warm——Shen Teng thought as he looked at Qin Zheng’s trembling eyelashes because of concentration—it must be because the wall lamp was too warm. There was an illusion of heartbeat in an instant.

There are no packaging bags on the table in the living room, only a simple food box with the restaurant's name printed on it.

Yuejiang Huating.

Shen Teng couldn't help laughing.

There is one thing to say, this His Majesty the Tsar, who is three years younger than him, is actually quite loving.

In order to repay his favor, after the meal, the beloved concubine Shen Teng kindly tidied up the living room messed up by him before the arrival of the nanny. After confirming that everything was in its original place, he began to tidy up yesterday Bring light luggage.

There are few things, except for the necessary documents, there is only a book, a SLR and a coat. He put his bag on his back and went to the entrance to change his shoes. house.

It should be the last time.

He put his palm on the door lock in a good mood, and walked out without looking back.

Shen Tom's phone has privacy protection set.

After entering the wrong password once, it will quietly use the front camera to take a picture of the person trying to unlock it. It has to be said that even in the perspective of death in the night, His Majesty the Tsar is still very handsome.

But luckily he didn't watch much.

In the browser of this phone, the most recent search record is Iceland travel guide, and the next one is suicide holy places in the world.

Of course, the beautiful Iceland has nothing to do with the ten holy places. After looking around, Shen Teng finally decided to follow his wish and see the aurora before leaving.

Every year from August to next April is the best time to watch the aurora. Those brilliant and beautiful lights are almost gone. Just like myself, Shen Teng has to run faster.

By the way, Qin Zheng this morning belatedly replied "Yes" to the text message Shen Toma sent him yesterday.

Like a fool.

But because he is so handsome, let's just count him as an idiot that makes people feel a little bit reluctant.

Luckily... luckily they're okay.

Before leaving, Shen Teng still left the half of the poems in his memo on Qin Zheng's refrigerator door with a post-it note.

The first poem he wrote, to the only person who was ever allowed to kiss him.

Although these two "first" and "only", the other party will never know.

The sense of ritual in life is nothing more than that.

In the warm spring, with a body made of love, on the way to Iceland, a man named Shen Teng decided to die.

The spring breeze was warm today, and the weather in Jiangcheng was surprisingly good. Shen Teng got out of the taxi with his luggage on his back, and the song "Dream is Extraordinary" was playing in his earphones.He squinted lazily, excited for the next journey, but in the next second, his footsteps stopped.

A few steps ahead, an acquaintance in a black pullover was leaning on the front of the off-road vehicle. It seemed that he had nothing to do with the decisive young master of the group, but more like a rebellious young high school student—— The grass-level kind.

But at this moment, the school grass bowed his head expressionlessly and drank an unlit cigarette, as if he noticed someone's gaze, he casually raised his eyelids slowly, his eyes fell on Shen Teng, and his out-of-focus eyes instantly sharpened freeze.

Just like Route 66 for the first time.

But this time, Qin Zheng, who was no longer aimless, stood at the end of the road, waiting for him.