dizziness

Ruan Miaomiao hugged his heavy panting, wiped the sweat off Owen's face, and found that his eyes were empty and motionless, his limbs were as cold and stiff as a dead person, Ruan Miaomiao took him into his arms and kept rubbing Owen's body.

"What's the matter, did it scare you?" Ruan Miaomiao asked softly.

"..."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... Owen, I miss you so much, I can't control myself..."

Owen, who was kissed on the forehead, couldn't help shaking. Everything that happened just now flashed before his eyes. Owen's mind was blank, but he kept whispering. Listen clearly.

"Miaomiao, I miss you..."

Ruan Miaomiao suddenly felt sad and rubbed him tightly into her arms, kissing the vicissitudes of the cheek over and over again: "It's okay, I'm back, I swear I'll never leave you again, we will be together forever, Owen , I love you, you must not know how much I love you..."

Owen didn't speak, but just closed his eyes and wept. Yes, he was thinking of the boy named Ruan Miaomiao, not the stranger who was holding him at the moment.

Owen can't remember how he fell asleep in a daze. When he woke up the next day, there was nothing around him. Owen had the illusion that maybe Ruan Miaomiao never came back, and everything was caused by his own thoughts. A realistic nightmare, until he saw a note on the bedside, with clear and familiar handwriting on it, bringing him back to reality again.

Ruan Miaomiao wrote that he went to the company for an interview, let Owen rest well, and waited for him to come back at home. The signature was not Ruan Miaomiao's name, but a drawing of a man's organ.

Owen couldn't help taking a deep breath. Everything that happened last night was poured into his memory again. Regardless of the discomfort from his body, Owen crumpled up the note in his hand and staggered out of bed like crazy to search around. stand up.

He wants to find that camera and delete all the photos in it. Owen is not stupid. He can see the explicit hint in the painting. It seems that only by finding that camera can he avoid the recurrence of what happened last night .

But the camera was taken away by Ruan Miaomiao, or hid in a place where Owen could not see. The bathroom will wash his body, and he even began to wonder who the person who entered his body last night was.

The only thing that was certain was that Owen didn't know the man.

He was like a murderer, constantly killing the boy named Ruan Miaomiao, and dismembered him bloody and beyond recognition. Every mark on his body was the trace of Ruan Miaomiao's dying struggle. Owen suddenly realized that Ruan Miaomiao might be dead. The water on his skin turned into hot blood. He thought it was Ruan Miaomiao's blood, but when he raised his head in horror and looked at the mirror in front of him, he realized that it was his own blood, the one that had been cut to pieces. People are themselves.

Staring at the devil who had lost his flesh and blood in the mirror, Owen wanted to escape in panic, but fell hard in the bathroom. He was curled up on the cold ground, with infinite confusion and fear coming towards him. Owen didn't even know it. Was it Ruan Miaomiao or himself who died? Maybe Ruan Miaomiao had never changed, but he was the real murderer, who hacked to death his original self in three years.

The more Owen thought about it, the more he suffered, as if he had fallen into an endless loop and could not escape. Perhaps more of his strangeness to Ruan Miaomiao came from Owen's strangeness to himself. He would become depressed and insecure, and yearn to return to the In the past state, if Ruan Miaomiao made a slight deviation from the original track, Owen would question and be afraid, but soon regained the original stability because of Ruan Miaomiao's familiar behavior or eyes.

He walked back and forth at home all day, constantly looking at the time, as if he was expecting that person to come, but at the same time he was afraid of seeing him again. Maybe it was the events of last night that caused waves or shadows in Owen's heart. He knew that the two of them Everything has changed, but Owen can't figure out why Ruan Miaomiao took that kind of photo. At best, such behavior is called fun, but at worst, it is obscene and insulting his personality.

When Ruan Miaomiao came back, it was already getting dark. When he opened the door, he saw Owen sitting in the living room blankly, without turning on the light. Ruan Miaomiao put down his bag and walked over, sat beside him, kissing him and embracing his body.

"Aren't you hungry, I'll get you a bowl of noodles."

Owen froze for a moment, then raised his eyes to look at him, as if suddenly returning to the moment a few years ago, the same room, the same sitting on the sofa, this person also hugged himself who was tortured by AIDS and almost collapsed, asking the same question a sentence.

Owen suddenly realized that this person was actually Ruan Miaomiao, and he might be the stranger.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Ruan Miaomiao could also see that Owen hadn't eaten, so she patted Owen on the shoulder without waiting for his response, got up and walked towards the kitchen alone.

Owen came back to his senses, as if he couldn't wait to confirm something, and hurriedly followed. He stood by the door and watched Ruan Miaomiao's movements carefully. There was no change from the past. Ruan Miaomiao turned her head and smiled at him from time to time. But Owen couldn't restrain himself any longer and rushed over to hug him from behind.

Maybe he wanted to do this back then, but he was hesitant because of the fear of the serious illness. Owen even clearly remembered his mood at that time. As long as this person is fine, it doesn’t matter if he is infected. These bits and pieces seem to remind him Seeing that he loves this person so much, like a continuation of his life.

"What's the matter? Why are you hugging me so tightly?" Ruan Miaomiao touched his hand and chuckled.

Owen just shook his head and didn't speak, because he wanted to repeat everything he had experienced with this person, he wanted to get back the original feeling, and also wanted to get back to each other before, even if it was painful, not like now, For three years, he waited for this person, but he didn't know what he wanted.

Ruan Miaomiao was helplessly entangled by Owen, and she didn't want to drive him out, so she let him hold her. What was supposed to be done in a few minutes, took a long time to put the noodles on the table.

Owen looked at the bowl of ordinary home-cooked noodles in front of him, with a half-boiled fried egg on it, which is Owen's favorite combination on weekdays. After three years, this person has not forgotten it at all.

"Is it delicious?"

Ruan Miaomiao asked with a smile on her face, Owen just kept nodding, trying to calm himself and said: "By the way, didn't you go for an interview today? What company is it?"

"Oh, it's a fashion magazine funded by a foreign company. I was also introduced by a friend in the United States. It seems to be hiring photographers to take pictures of models."

"Well, it sounds like it should be quite suitable for you," Owen lowered his head and continued to eat noodles, without looking directly at Ruan Miaomiao's face, and said after a while, "Then what's the result of the interview, have you been hired?"

Ruan Miaomiao nodded: "I'm still waiting for the notification. I think there should be no problem. They seem to be very interested in what I took."

Hearing this, Owen couldn't help feeling tense, and suddenly remembered the photos Ruan Miaomiao took last night. He unconsciously glanced at the camera beside him. Owen actually wondered if the so-called interested things were those dirty things. Dirty myself.

"Yes, that's good. What photos did you show them? I want to see interesting things too." Owen glanced at the person in front of him with a relaxed tone but with irony.

Ruan Miaomiao's smile froze. Maybe he didn't know where Owen's slightly displeased tone came from. Just as he was about to take the camera to show him the photos of today's interview, the mobile phone in his hand started beeping loudly. Ruan Miaomiao looked at the strange number displayed. , couldn't help frowning slightly, Owen saw it too, and saw that it should be a number from the United States.

"Hello?" Ruan Miaomiao picked up the phone, after a moment of silence, glanced at Owen, and said softly, "... how do you know the mobile phone number in my country... you are really good, you have checked everything like this... no... Really not..."

Ruan Miaomiao's voice gradually became louder, but Owen pretended not to hear it, and continued to eat noodles slowly. He had never been interested in eavesdropping on other people's privacy. Ruan Miaomiao looked at Owen again, as if he didn't intend to avoid it and continued talking on the phone. people chatting.

"...um...I'm fine...I'm fine...well, did you call just to say this?" Ruan Miaomiao couldn't help laughing, not knowing what the person on the phone said, Ruan Miaomiao said in surprise , "...Really?! Are you going back to China? When...why are you in such a hurry...oh...no...of course I'm happy for you if you can come back...well, well...the day after tomorrow...I don't have the time Come to pick you up...yes...a single hair of his is more important than you...well, let's get in touch..."

Ruan Miaomiao hung up the phone, smiled at Owen, and continued to watch him eat noodles.

After Owen finished eating, he wiped his mouth and asked casually, "Whose phone is it?"

"Ah, it's my American friend. He introduced the magazine to me today."

Owen glanced at him, nodded slightly, and didn't say anything more. He knew Ruan Miaomiao too well. This person didn't show such a friendly smile to everyone. Looking at Ruan Miaomiao's casual conversation with the person on the phone, With a relaxed and teasing appearance, he probably guessed that the relationship between the two is not ordinary.

The day after tomorrow is Owen's birthday, he knows that Ruan Miaomiao has not forgotten it, as long as this is enough, Ruan Miaomiao should have his own life circle, and Owen is already past the age of jealousy, although he still feels a little sour , but he can control it, and he won't pursue it too much.

Ruan Miaomiao hugged his heavy panting, wiped the sweat off Owen's face, and found that his eyes were empty and motionless, his limbs were as cold and stiff as a dead person, Ruan Miaomiao took him into his arms and kept rubbing Owen's body.

"What's the matter, did it scare you?" Ruan Miaomiao asked softly.

"..."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... Owen, I miss you so much, I can't control myself..."

Owen, who was kissed on the forehead, couldn't help shaking. Everything that happened just now flashed before his eyes. Owen's mind was blank, but he kept whispering. Listen clearly.

"Miaomiao, I miss you..."

Ruan Miaomiao suddenly felt sad and rubbed him tightly into her arms, kissing the vicissitudes of the cheek over and over again: "It's okay, I'm back, I swear I'll never leave you again, we will be together forever, Owen , I love you, you must not know how much I love you..."

Owen didn't speak, but just closed his eyes and wept. Yes, he was thinking of the boy named Ruan Miaomiao, not the stranger who was holding him at the moment.

Owen can't remember how he fell asleep in a daze. When he woke up the next day, there was nothing around him. Owen had the illusion that maybe Ruan Miaomiao never came back, and everything was caused by his own thoughts. A realistic nightmare, until he saw a note on the bedside, with clear and familiar handwriting on it, bringing him back to reality again.

Ruan Miaomiao wrote that he went to the company for an interview, let Owen rest well, and waited for him to come back at home. The signature was not Ruan Miaomiao's name, but a drawing of a man's genitals.

Owen couldn't help taking a deep breath. Everything that happened last night was poured into his memory again. Regardless of the discomfort from his body, Owen crumpled up the note in his hand and staggered out of bed like crazy to search around. stand up.

He wants to find that camera and delete all the photos in it. Owen is not stupid. He can see the explicit hint in the painting. It seems that only by finding that camera can he avoid the recurrence of what happened last night .

But the camera was taken away by Ruan Miaomiao, or hid in a place where Owen could not see. The bathroom will wash his body, and he even began to wonder who the person who entered his body last night was.

The only thing that was certain was that Owen didn't know the man.

He was like a murderer, constantly killing the boy named Ruan Miaomiao, and dismembered him bloody and beyond recognition. Every mark on his body was the trace of Ruan Miaomiao's dying struggle. Owen suddenly realized that Ruan Miaomiao might be dead. The water on his skin turned into hot blood. He thought it was Ruan Miaomiao's blood, but when he raised his head in horror and looked at the mirror in front of him, he realized that it was his own blood, the one that had been cut to pieces. People are themselves.

Staring at the devil who had lost his flesh and blood in the mirror, Owen wanted to escape in panic, but fell hard in the bathroom. He was curled up on the cold ground, with infinite confusion and fear coming towards him. Owen didn't even know it. Was it Ruan Miaomiao or himself who died? Maybe Ruan Miaomiao had never changed, but he was the real murderer, who hacked to death his original self in three years.

The more Owen thought about it, the more he suffered, as if he had fallen into an endless loop and could not escape. Perhaps more of his strangeness to Ruan Miaomiao came from Owen's strangeness to himself. He would become depressed and insecure, and yearn to return to the In the past state, if Ruan Miaomiao made a slight deviation from the original track, Owen would question and be afraid, but soon regained the original stability because of Ruan Miaomiao's familiar behavior or eyes.

He walked back and forth at home all day, constantly looking at the time, as if he was expecting that person to come, but at the same time he was afraid of seeing him again. Maybe it was the events of last night that caused waves or shadows in Owen's heart. He knew that the two of them Everything has changed, but Owen can't figure out why Ruan Miaomiao took that kind of photo. At best, such behavior is called fun, but at worst, it is obscene and insulting his personality.

When Ruan Miaomiao came back, it was already getting dark. When he opened the door, he saw Owen sitting in the living room blankly, without turning on the light. Ruan Miaomiao put down his bag and walked over, sat beside him, kissing him and embracing his body.

"Aren't you hungry, I'll get you a bowl of noodles."

Owen froze for a moment, then raised his eyes to look at him, as if suddenly returning to the moment a few years ago, the same room, the same sitting on the sofa, this person also hugged himself who was tortured by AIDS and almost collapsed, asking the same question a sentence.

Owen suddenly realized that this person was actually Ruan Miaomiao, and he might be the stranger.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Ruan Miaomiao could also see that Owen hadn't eaten, so she patted Owen on the shoulder without waiting for his response, got up and walked towards the kitchen alone.

Owen came back to his senses, as if he couldn't wait to confirm something, and hurriedly followed. He stood by the door and watched Ruan Miaomiao's movements carefully. There was no change from the past. Ruan Miaomiao turned her head and smiled at him from time to time. But Owen couldn't restrain himself any longer and rushed over to hug him from behind.

Maybe he wanted to do this back then, but he was hesitant because of the fear of the serious illness. Owen even clearly remembered his mood at that time. As long as this person is fine, it doesn’t matter if he is infected. These bits and pieces seem to remind him Seeing that he loves this person so much, like a continuation of his life.

"What's the matter? Why are you hugging me so tightly?" Ruan Miaomiao touched his hand and chuckled.

Owen just shook his head and didn't speak, because he wanted to repeat everything he had experienced with this person, he wanted to get back the original feeling, and also wanted to get back to each other before, even if it was painful, not like now, For three years, he waited for this person, but he didn't know what he wanted.

Ruan Miaomiao was helplessly entangled by Owen, and she didn't want to drive him out, so she let him hold her. What was supposed to be done in a few minutes, took a long time to put the noodles on the table.

Owen looked at the bowl of ordinary home-cooked noodles in front of him, with a half-boiled fried egg on it, which is Owen's favorite combination on weekdays. After three years, this person has not forgotten it at all.

"Is it delicious?"

Ruan Miaomiao asked with a smile on her face, Owen just kept nodding, trying to calm himself and said: "By the way, didn't you go for an interview today? What company is it?"

"Oh, it's a fashion magazine funded by a foreign company. I was also introduced by a friend in the United States. It seems to be hiring photographers to take pictures of models."

"Well, it sounds like it should be quite suitable for you," Owen lowered his head and continued to eat noodles, without looking directly at Ruan Miaomiao's face, and said after a while, "Then what's the result of the interview, have you been hired?"

Ruan Miaomiao nodded: "I'm still waiting for the notification. I think there should be no problem. They seem to be very interested in what I took."

Hearing this, Owen couldn't help feeling tense, and suddenly remembered the photos Ruan Miaomiao took last night. He unconsciously glanced at the camera beside him. Owen actually wondered if the so-called interested things were those dirty things. Dirty myself.

"Yes, that's good. What photos did you show them? I want to see interesting things too." Owen glanced at the person in front of him with a relaxed tone but with irony.

Ruan Miaomiao's smile froze. Maybe he didn't know where Owen's slightly displeased tone came from. Just as he was about to take the camera to show him the photos of today's interview, the mobile phone in his hand started beeping loudly. Ruan Miaomiao looked at the strange number displayed. , couldn't help frowning slightly, Owen saw it too, and saw that it should be a number from the United States.

"Hello?" Ruan Miaomiao picked up the phone, after a moment of silence, glanced at Owen, and said softly, "... how do you know the mobile phone number in my country... you are really good, you have checked everything like this... no... Really not..."

Ruan Miaomiao's voice gradually became louder, but Owen pretended not to hear it, and continued to eat noodles slowly. He had never been interested in eavesdropping on other people's privacy. Ruan Miaomiao looked at Owen again, as if he didn't intend to avoid it and continued talking on the phone. people chatting.

"...um...I'm fine...I'm fine...well, did you call just to say this?" Ruan Miaomiao couldn't help laughing, not knowing what the person on the phone said, Ruan Miaomiao said in surprise , "...Really?! Are you going back to China? When...why are you in such a hurry...oh...no...of course I'm happy for you if you can come back...well, well...the day after tomorrow...I don't have the time Come to pick you up...yes...a single hair of his is more important than you...well, let's get in touch..."

Ruan Miaomiao hung up the phone, smiled at Owen, and continued to watch him eat noodles.

After Owen finished eating, he wiped his mouth and asked casually, "Whose phone is it?"

"Ah, it's my American friend. He introduced the magazine to me today."

Owen glanced at him, nodded slightly, and didn't say anything more. He knew Ruan Miaomiao too well. This person didn't show such a friendly smile to everyone. Looking at Ruan Miaomiao's casual conversation with the person on the phone, With a relaxed and teasing appearance, he probably guessed that the relationship between the two is not ordinary.

The day after tomorrow is Owen's birthday, he knows that Ruan Miaomiao has not forgotten it, as long as this is enough, Ruan Miaomiao should have his own life circle, and Owen is already past the age of jealousy, although he still feels a little sour , but he can control it, and he won't pursue it too much.