【Peking Shuangmei】Shell

The towel was slightly hot, and the washed skin looked extraordinarily fair, and the neck was slightly red.With short hair, he looked younger. Fang Mengwei looked at himself in the mirror, as if he could go back in time, hidden deep in the infinite space behind the refracted light.

No matter how many times I recall the first encounter at the train station, I can no longer remember the details clearly, and passing by so many times in the police station seems like a lifetime away.

He looked at Fang Mengwei in the mirror, but the person in the mirror was looking at Sun Chaozhong.

Sun Chaozhong was wearing a beige shirt, and his neck was painted with a little white talcum powder due to the haircut. He sat on the barber chair opposite with his legs crossed, looking at the mirror in his spare time.

Sun Chaozhong opened his mouth slightly, his eyes flicked between Fang Mengwei's eyebrows and the corners of his mouth.Every sharp or soft line that he was familiar with, after such a long time of not scrutinizing it, finally got the chance, and he was inevitably hungry.

Only this time it's different.

It's not about taking possession with your lips, tongue, and fingertips.

Instead, it is like appreciating those familiar oil paintings in the gallery, tracing them in the heart through the frame.

Gan Zai trimmed Fang Mengwei's left sideburn, turned to the other side, the tip of his exposed ear became inexplicably hot, and even the towel tied around his neck became tighter and tighter.

Realizing that Sun Chaozhong was calmly accepting his embarrassment in his eyes at this moment, the towel seemed to be tightened even more, so tight that Fang Mengwei couldn't breathe.

He subconsciously wanted to look away, to escape from the man who was looking at him at the moment.But on second thought, what is there for him to escape?It wasn't until Sun Chaozhong finally got up and opened the door to walk out of the small shop that he finally pushed Gan Zai away and coughed loudly.I couldn't hear how Master Jiang scolded the apprentice at all, whether the towel was so tight that he wanted to strangle the guest.

It was Zhao Ruoxi and Liu Mingqiang who sent him home that night.He drank too much, had a splitting headache, and couldn't keep his eyes open.

All of a sudden, I couldn't hear anyone talking about the past in the mainland, and I couldn't hear the phrase "people in the mainland should stay in the mainland."

Looking dully at the staggered toasts, watching the light refracted through the wine glass in front of him into beams of light, he suddenly moved his mind and picked up the wine glass.I just remembered that the first time Sun Chaozhong took him to Brother Heng to intercede, it was already after three cups.

I don't know how many drinks later, I heard Miss Xiang laughing sharply, do you think it's ridiculous?He asked what was ridiculous.

Miss Xiang said, tell me, is it better to go to the market to buy live fish or dead fish?

Fang Mengwei wants to ask, but the price is the same, how long has the dead fish been dead.But it was preempted by another gentleman who wanted to please Miss Xiang, saying that of course it was a live fish!

Ha, fish know they like to live, but people, it's always better to die.

The gentleman hurriedly continued to speak loudly, lamenting the habit of loving the deceased person only in Miss Xiang's words, but also confessing that if this person has such a habit, there is no need to force it.

It's just that his words were too forceful, and he accidentally pushed Fang Mengwei, who was already blurred, in front of his eyes.

Liu Mingqiang, who had always been taciturn, helped him to sit aside, and when Zhao Ruoxi came over to ask him the address of his home, Fang Mengwei could no longer say a whole sentence.Someone next to him said that I knew where his home was, so he reported the address.

When Sun Chaozhong heard the knock on the door, he saw Liu Mingqiang carrying Fang Mengwei and Miss Zhao holding a long-handled umbrella.

Return this umbrella to you.

She handed the neatly wrapped umbrella to Sun Chaozhong, went back to the back seat of the car, and sat in by herself.Sun Chaozhong held the umbrella in one hand, put Fang Mengwei in his arms, and thanked him twice.

After entering the bedroom, Fang Mengwei, who smelled of alcohol, seemed to have finally come to his senses. He wrapped his arms around Sun Chaozhong's shoulders tightly, and rubbed his hot lips against his neck.Knowing that he was drunk, Sun Chaozhong only wanted to feed him with water.

The drunk was not happy, and held Sun Chaozhong tightly, frowning when he moved, muttering vaguely.

Sun Chaozhong sighed, opened the man's arm, got up and poured water, then soaked the towel with warm water and brought it in together.As soon as he reached the door of the bedroom, he heard someone in the room shouting "Chao Zhong" in a hoarse voice.

Hurrying in, Fang Mengwei, whose face was flushed with heat, was leaning on the edge of the bed and looking at him, his face was covered with tears.

Sun Chaozhong panicked immediately, and rushed to the bed and took Fang Mengwei into his arms. He was too frightened to move any more, but held his body stiffly for Fang Mengwei.

Fang Mengwei clung to him, changed into a more comfortable position in his arms, slowly stopped moving, and took a long breath.He pulled up the blanket to cover Fang Mengwei, kissed the side of Fang Mengwei's face and forehead, and was afraid that the noise would wake him up.He thought his Meng Wei had finally returned to his arms.

Meng Wei finally figured it out and wanted to go home.

Maybe when I wake up, everything will be back to the past.No more separation, no more gaps.

Everything couldn't be more beautiful and satisfying.

It was not yet six o'clock when Fang Mengwei woke up.

Draped over him was the orange terry blanket he had used for six or seven years.An all-too-familiar breath.Habitually kissed Sun Chaozhong who was still asleep beside him, and pulled off his crumpled pajamas.

He stood up, slippers at his feet.Through the light-colored curtains in the bedroom, it can be seen that the outside has begun to light up.Still have to go to work.

Sun Chaozhong opened his eyes and looked at him misty.Sleep a little longer, it's still early.

Fang Mengwei said that he was satisfied to see Sun Chaozhong pulled the pillow towel and fell asleep again.Walk into the bathroom and pick up the toothbrush.

The peppermint flavor of the toothpaste woke up his brain, which was still aching from time to time.

Through the glass window, he looked intently at the dining table in the living room covered with a white tablecloth, and the mahogany cabinet next to it.The memory flooded back like a tide, washing away his soles to the point of icy cold.

Breaking up is not just a dream, the first few minutes of familiarity and warmth are the unawakened dream.

Numbly putting down his toothbrush, Fang Mengwei put on his coat and escaped in embarrassment from the place that was decorated exactly the same as when he left home more than a month ago.