Everyone says we're tying up the hype

As a star-chaser, the incident of "being commented by the idol in my heart" should be regarded as one of the top five major life events, and it is not an exaggeration to stick to the top of Weibo for life after taking a screenshot.

And if you are a CP fan, secretly commenting on the Weibo of idols with the mentality of not daring to make a fuss, but two or more righteous masters pick out the tens of thousands of Weibo and reply in person. Tens of millions of people objected, and the online business will distribute candy for you alone.

At this level, it basically needs to be printed and framed.

There was a jet lag between the two of them, even though one had the moon on his head and the other was covered with sunlight, after seeing the little girl blah blah blah blah blah blah all the way under the comments, they still showed the same smile tacitly.

As if he had completed a prank, Wen Liang's mood was rarely brightened. He smiled and said thank you and goodbye to the doctor, and walked home slowly by himself.

Although his face is recognizable to a certain extent abroad, it is not so difficult to go out.

Holding an umbrella, Wen Liang climbed the slope extremely slowly in the light rain.

Although he has been calm and prudent since childhood, he has always lived a free and easy life, thinking that life should always be good.

So he couldn't understand or forget Cui Jue's disrespect for Cui Jue.

A person who was smiling at you a second ago has fallen into the sea in the blink of an eye.

After a few years, Wen Liang is now very calm when he recalls it, but he still couldn't help but sighed softly.

He went to see Cui Jue's body later, the person who was originally white and carved with jade was almost unrecognizable in the end.

Turning the direction halfway, Wen Liang went to the flower shop on the side of the road to wrap a bunch of flowers, and went to the cemetery.

Cui Jue, I'm going down.

Remember to live a good life over there and forget about me.

He and Cui Jue's childhood was so ordinary that there were no stories to tell. The two lived close to each other, and their grandparents were colleagues in the same university.Wen Liang ruled that Cui Jue was shy, and the two had never been very close, but sometimes Wen Liang would take Cui Jue home to stay for a while when the parents on the opposite side were away.Sometimes Wen Liang would read to him, but most of the time, everyone just sat in a daze.

It's a pity that flowing water is never merciless, but falling flowers are always intentional.

By the time Wen Liang read Cui Jue's book, it was already too late.

Speaking of which, Lin Jingzuo was among the earliest readers of that book.

His parents often hand out book cards from the bookstore in college, and he and his brother are frequent visitors to the bookstore in front of their house.

Lin Jingzhuo and Lin ? "Shards" was randomly picked up by Lin Jingzhuo one day, just because the silhouette on the cover always dazzled him. He always felt that this person looked very much like the hero Wen Liang in the movie he watched a few days ago.

After taking it home, his mother read it first, and complained to him why he bought such a sad book with tears in her eyes.

Lin Jingzhuo took it back with a dazed expression, and spent an afternoon reading it by himself.

Cui Jue's literary background is very good, the writing is as light as water, but there are emotions that are so strong that they cannot be melted.

In order to try out the play, Lin Jingzhuo specially searched for a half-day free time, and found a reprint of "Fragments" to read.

Wen Meiqiu was lying on Lin Jingzhuo's lap, not knowing what his father was doing, but feeling that the hair on the top of his head was being pulled by him all the time.

Pulling and pulling, I'm going to be bald!

It secretly stretched out its nails, brushed it, and instantly pulled out a bloody mark on the back of Lin Jingzhuo's hand.

After reading half of it, Lin Jingzhuo, who was feeling depressed all over his body, immersed in the words and wrinkled without even noticing the situation outside, was shocked by such a sudden scratch.

But at the same time, he quickly pulled out the emotions he was trapped in.

Finding alcohol cotton from the medicine box prepared by the hotel, Lin Jingzhuo walked slowly to the window while pressing the bleeding place on his hand.

After calming down and thinking about it, Lin Jingzhuo had more and more premonitions.

"Fragments" was written by No.1, and each chapter is in the form of a diary.

The life of "my" is very pale, almost all content is hidden by the author, and the only bright spot in my life is another boy at the opposite door.

They've known each other almost since birth, and the boy opposite has everything "I" could ever desire.That person was beautiful but cold, dignified and unrestrained, so beautiful that people couldn't bear to look away after seeing it.

"I" is full of longing, but that person is getting farther and farther away from him.

Can't touch, can't ask for.

Lin Jingzhuo's fingers were pointing on the pages of the book blown by the wind, and his eyes were turning back and forth on the three characters that could not be expected.

In fact, the description in the book is very vague. The image of that person has always been unknown, and his body is covered with labels full of subjective emotions of "I".

Lin Jingzhuo didn't notice it before, but when he opened it again, he felt that the person was really warm and cool almost at the first second.

probably because...

What I like is warm and cool.

Lin Jingzhuo felt a bit bitter in his mouth.

What can I say at this time.

We both like the same person.

Well...what a coincidence.

He touched his nose, pretended to pat a bloody cotton swab and his fleshy hand, and handed it to Wen Liang.

Wen Liang called back almost in the next second.

Because he was a little anxious, he still made an international long distance call.

"what happened?"

Lin Jingzhuo was almost about to applaud and celebrate the phone frequency, but his face was still calm, and his voice was low and flat: "The coal ball seems to be angry."

"He...what's wrong with you." Wen Liang still defended her little fur boy. Although she felt distressed, she felt that she couldn't stir up trouble at this time.

Lin Jingzhuo stroked the tail of the coal ball, thinking that he was like a divorced single father who used his children to win back the scumbag.

"I read."

"What are you looking at?"

"I'll tell you when you get back."

Wen Liang seemed to sigh lightly, then smiled: "Why didn't you tell me anything?"

Teacher Wen, no.

You can't be coquettish.

Lin Jingzhuo silently condemned his teacher Wen in his heart.

"Then go back." He tried hard to keep his composure.

"Jing Zhuo." Wen Liang rarely called his name seriously.

Lin Jingzhuo subconsciously stood up straight: "Well, hey."

"I'm back, downstairs from you."

Although this "baby, open the door for me" sounded old-fashioned and clichéd, but after getting off the plane, he still couldn't control himself, took his luggage, turned around and came to the crew again.

He was holding a suitcase that was almost half his height in his hands, with his legs crossed, his hands resting on his own suitcase, and he looked up at the window above, with a clear upward arc on his thin lips.

Lin Jingzhuo stood at the window and looked at him, the first thing he thought of was that he finally remembered to wear a hat.

Wen Liang wore the most common black baseball cap and a white cotton T-shirt, and stood in the sun smiling.

When he saw Lin Jingzhuo at the window, Wen Liang raised two fingers and drew an exaggerated salute in the air, like a knight announcing that I have finally come to pick up the princess.

Lin Jingzhuo almost dragged Wen Liang into the room.

The breath falling on the side of Wen Liang's neck was hot and flustered, mixed with a low voice like a teenager's laughter, but also a little charming yearning.Wen Liang was pressed against the window, touched his head with a smile, and lightly touched Lin Jingzhuo's soft hair with his fingertips.

"Mr. Wen, I want to kiss you." Lin Jingzhuo leaned against Wen Liang's arms in his most accustomed position, his forehead touched Wen Liang's collarbone, his voice sounded muffled.

Wen Liang remained silent, and Lin Jingzhuo did not look up.

Why are you so reserved at this time, Wen Liang hooked his lips, but his lips were attached to the top of his head, but he was sincerely teasing him, grinding him deliberately.

Lin Jingzhuo didn't speak, just rubbed his forehead against his shoulder, and pulled his clothes down.

"Hey, little classmate." Wen Liang lifted Lin Jingzhuo's chin with one hand, and his cold thumb slowly slid across Lin Jingzhuo's lips, "Is the speed of pulling clothes too fast?"

Lin Jingzhuo raised his head without knowing why, but was sealed in place by a kiss on the way.

The warm and cool kiss was exactly like him.

Cold and gentle, but has a strong aura that is completely uncontradictory.Lin Jingzhuo didn't resist at all, and was wiped out by Wen Liang.

Wen Liang's hand that was originally on the back of Lin Jingzhuo's head slowly slipped to his waist, wrapping around his waist and directly locking him in his arms.

The person in her arms was not a warm and soft girl, with obvious butterfly bones, a thin waistline, and a layer of powerful muscles.Even though she was kissed righteously and fascinated, her back was still straight, and when she blinked, her eyelashes brushed against Wen Liang's eyes, which felt numb to the touch.

Wen Liang slid his other hand to his side, gently opened Lin Jingzhuo's trembling hand, and stuck his five fingers in it.

"I've already made a mark." Wen Liang drew back slightly, and pressed the tip of her nose against Lin Jingzhuo, with an obvious smile in her words, "What else?"

"want."

Wen Liang kissed her again without hesitation.

Lin Jingzhuo's hands finally found Wen Liang's back in a panic, spread his five fingers, tugged at Wen Liang's collar, and used his strength to send himself up.

In the dim sunlight, even the shadows of the two people were intertwined with each other, and their slender eyelashes occasionally touched each other, tremblingly revealing the inner turmoil of the two people who were pretending to be calm.

Lin Jingzhuo felt that he must be short of oxygen.

But he was really reluctant to let go of the person in front of him.

He took Wen Liang and took two steps forward, his stumbled footsteps directly caused the four legs of the two to fight, and after knocking over the water glass on the coffee table, he knocked down the small bookshelf next to him.

When the two of them fell on the bed, Wen Liang stood up rationally: "I didn't bring... what book are you reading?"

"Ah...huh?" Lin Jingzhuo was in a daze, and when he looked sideways, he found the "Shards" lying on the ground.

He nodded silently, and smiled helplessly: "I wanted to tell you later, this is the play I said I was going to try."

Warm and cool for a while.

"Jingzhuo, no."