flammable relationship

Wei Ran stood there waiting for Fu Yiheng, afraid that he would not find the box when he turned around, staring at that slender hand now, never dreaming that the other party would take the initiative to talk to him.

Still care about him borrowing cigarettes?

"Don't you don't smoke?" Having said that, he still handed over the cigarette case.

Fu Yiheng didn't answer, took out one, grabbed Wei Ran's wrist, lowered his head and put his hands together, borrowed the fire from his half cigarette, straightened his waist, and slowly exhaled a cloud of mint-flavored white mist.The smoke rose and covered his eyebrows and eyes, and two locks of hair fell to his forehead as he lowered his head. The mask of Mr. Gentleman was cracked, and the romantic energy of his youth inadvertently poured out.

With a cigarette in his hand, he bent his elbow and unbuttoned the cuff button on his wrist, pointed out with his chin: "Let's talk."

Wei Ran bit the cigarette between his teeth, put his hands in his pockets, and followed him out.

The other side of the road looked cleaner, so they crossed the street one after the other.

At the intersection where cars come and go, the red light turns off and the green light turns on. The neon lights on various electronic signboards illuminate half of the night sky and half of the faces of the people around them.

Fu Yiheng asked: "How have you been all these years?"

He asked so calmly, as if he was asking an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time.

Wei Ran leaned against the lamppost, stunned for the green light because of this ordinary greeting, then nodded indiscriminately, shook his head after nodding, tossed back and forth twice like an idiot, smiled wryly, and asked: " And you?"

"Me." Fu Yiheng stared at the smoke burning slowly between his fingers, and skillfully flicked the ash, "It's pretty good."

Speechless for a while.

There is no moon or stars in the sky, even if there is, it is blocked by tall buildings, and there is no trace of it.

Wei Ran asked, "When did you start smoking?"

Fu Yiheng is as well-behaved as a cat that has been plucked at the moment. He glanced at Wei Ran and squirmed his lips: "After you leave."

"I'm going..." Wei Ran suddenly felt his throat dry, he took a few puffs of cigarettes, looking extremely stupid, his Adam's apple rolled, and asked, "Why?"

Fu Yiheng raised his eyebrows and looked at him mockingly.

Wei Ran understood, raised his hand and rubbed his face, the smell of alcohol was rising, his face was hot, he straightened his eyes and asked sincerely: "Do you really hate me so much?"

Fu Yiheng examined his expression, and answered the question: "You seem to have drunk too much."

"No." Wei Ran waved his hand, "Where is this? When we were talking about business, we could drink non-stop for a whole night, and the ambulance drove over and sent us to the hospital for emergency treatment. No. , Mr. Fu, don’t change the subject just by saying a few words, it’s boring. If you still feel angry, you can hit me. If one hit is not enough to vent your anger, then hit me a few more times. Anyway, I have a strong skin and I am very resistant to beatings. , just leave me a sigh of relief, and you can do whatever you want. I won't kiss you after the treatment, so don't worry about it. "

"Yo." Fu Yiheng adjusted his standing posture in a leisurely manner, and teased, "Boss Wei knew he was wrong?"

"Do you know, do you want to tell the truth?" Wei Ran gritted his back molars.

"No way." Fu Yiheng didn't look for boredom, he lowered his eyes and looked at the greenery in the flower bed, "If you did that at the beginning, you just wanted me to think about you, then you succeeded. I I have to admit this, these years, I do always think of you."

He said he always missed him?This is so exciting.

Wei Ran's pupils dilated slightly, and the alcohol made him unable to concentrate. He frowned, leaned over, mobilized all his senses, stared at Fu Yiheng's fluttering lips, and listened to Fu Yiheng's slowly flowing quiet voice.

"Let's say hate, it's too exaggerated. But when I think of this, I can't stand it. It's too shameful. I will automatically choose to escape subconsciously. I don't know if you can understand it. Let's explain it this way, even though you are much more mature than children of the same age , you are still ten years younger than me, this is an unchangeable fact, right? In my rock-solid world view, the younger side is always taken care of and loved, because no matter in terms of age or experience, everyone It will inevitably be weaker. It’s a bit machismo and old-fashioned to say so, but I do tend to take the initiative in a relationship, and the fact has always been the same. You’re fine, you subverted this when you came up, which is quite unacceptable , really, plus it's the first time, in such a not-so-beautiful form, it would be quite embarrassing to change someone casually..."

"Wait." Wei Ran's reaction can no longer be described as shock, his whole body petrified in the wind, and he confirmed with his hands, "Fu Yiheng, you said your first time, what do you mean the first time? It's the one I understand Is it the first time?"

The way Fu Yiheng looked at him was no different from looking at a dead person.

As soon as the late summer wind blew, Wei Ran was completely awake, and his tongue was tied up: "No, then, that ex-boyfriend who has been dating for many years is called Jin, Jin or something? Could it be that you have always been Plato?"

"Do you have a problem with Plato?" Mr. Fu handed him a cold eye knife, "Do you understand spiritual love? The common pursuit of truth, goodness, beauty and perfect value is the common pursuit of both sides in love, detaching from flesh and lust, and reaching the soul in the true sense Compatibility, no betrayal, no cheating, no..."

Wei Ran raised his eyebrows high, and his gaze was no different from looking crazy.

"Forget it, you still don't understand." Fu Yiheng suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness in talking with a duck, and rubbed the center of his brows, "You just think that my cleanliness is serious, to the extent that it affects intimate relationships."

"Well, you may need a psychiatrist." Wei Ran cast a caring and kind look, "Shall I introduce one to you?"

Fu Yiheng: "...No need."

Wei Ran nodded, he threw the cigarette, and made a gesture of please continue.

The cigarette butt fell to the ground, smoldering on the asphalt, and a foot wearing a light sneaker stepped on it lightly, increasing the pressure, turning the sole of the foot, and trampling the filter, cigarette paper, ash and tobacco all in pieces, crushing into powder.

Wei Ran's hands were trembling, and he began to realize that he was an out-and-out bastard.He didn't know anything, he never had an in-depth understanding of Fu Yiheng's concepts and views on those things. In fact, four years ago, he never thought about how to understand and respect another person, and he was ashamed to say it after the matter was over. Saying with the cheek that you will never regret it, and still keep moving yourself?

Just focus on this point, even if he is punished for the rest of his life to watch Fu Yiheng from afar and not get close, and to sink in pain all his life in the quagmire of what he can't get, it's all his own fault and he deserves the retribution.

"I understand now." Wei Ran squatted down, put his elbows on his knees, and hugged his heavy head, "I understand why you called me a wild dog. Sorry, I didn't behave myself properly."

Fu Yiheng waved his hands embarrassingly: "I was the one who said something harsh that day, and I will be colleagues from now on, so don't take it to heart."

After finishing speaking, he felt that it was not enough, and comforted him: "...then you should be a good person in the future."

Wei Ran: "...OK."

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