my love letter is always guilty

"It's your turn..." Tian Dong reminded, his voice was as clear as spring water.

"Oh..." Assistant He wanted to reply with a sentence of the same quality, but it was a little short-circuited, and the time was already exceeded, so he had to pick up the wine glass and drink a glass first: "We lose a round, and then come again."

"You first." Raising his hand, Tian Dong continued to smoke the remaining half of the cigarette.

In the next few rounds, it was Assistant He who lost, and the colleagues behind him all dismissed the game in unison.

Zhao Shaoyang was a little taken aback, he never imagined that this poor man had such talent.Normally, he looked like he didn't care about anyone, which made people angry, but at this moment, he looked very handsome.

Just took a short breath, these people's drinking capacity was bottomless, Tian Dong thought he could hold a catty, but he couldn't keep up, just after a while, he was regarded as a bird in the limelight, and attacked them in groups , everyone to drink a few cups.

Seeing Wang Xingfeng collapsed under the table, Zhao Shaoyang's feet fluttered, he sang nonsense and sang loudly, he was completely drunk, and Tian Dong also knew that he was about to collapse, so he just fell down on the table and pretended to be drunk while he was not completely drunk. faint.

The cups and plates in the private room are messy, and you can hug the wine bottle with any move. Assistant He's two colleagues also got down on the ground. Just now, Fei Hua Ling didn't lose so much, and it wouldn't cause such a loss to both sides. How could he have thought that Tian Dong was actually a Poetry library.

"Hey, Mr. Tian... are you okay?"

Assistant He yelled a few times and found that he could not move, so he called Dong Hai.

"President Dong, it's OK."

"Well, let's go, take the other party's people away, and leave Tian Dong."

"Oh well."

When Dong Hai came to the private room, everyone had already left, leaving a mess on the floor and people who had fallen asleep on the table.

The moment he opened the door, Dong Hai's fingers trembled a little. He hadn't experienced such nervous and excited emotions in five years.

Every step closer, the sound of the leather shoes touching the floor reached the same frequency as the beating of the heart, and each stroke suppressed the almost rushing emotions.

He actually wanted to cry...

It's unbelievable that when I sent that text message, I didn't shed tears. Every New Year's Eve, the kind of helplessness that is not far apart but so far away, didn't pull out the fragility in the tear glands.

Now... why is there such a sour feeling.

"Tian Dong..." Dong Hai's voice was a little hoarse, like a voice that hadn't spoken for many years, evoking a kind of vicissitudes.

When it touched his shoulder, Tian Dong raised his head intoxicated, showing his blushing cheeks, which surprised Dong Hai, this was the first time he saw Tian Dong's rosy face.

Dong Hai's face was imprinted in Tian Dong's eyes, it was blurry, he tried hard to see clearly, but he couldn't open his eyes no matter what, struggled for a long time, finally fell into Dong Hai's arms and smiled weakly.

"Oh...it's really you." He reached out and pinched Dong Hai's nose, and said in a lazy cat-like voice: "Who will turn to the Desolate Song of Yuefu? night."

Dong Hai held him in his arms, and rested his chin on his soft forehead: "I don't know what to hold in my arms, I'm bored when I wake up, I'm bored when I'm drunk, and I never went to Xieqiao in my dream."

This Nalan poem was written by Tian Dong in a letter. Some of the love letters they wrote were in Chinese. Tian Dong often wrote some favorite sentences on it, and attached his own interpretation. Their understanding hit it off, and their communication was like an unimpeded baptism of souls, and it was also a wedge for them to get stuck in it.

"You..." Tian Dong looked at him, there was a hint of whirling in his eyes, and finally he was spinning, his stomach was rolling, and he vomited.

Dong Hai followed his stomach and blamed himself a bit, but...he only used this method to prevent Tian Dong from running away so quickly...

The embrace at this moment is the same as when they parted five years ago, Tian Dong took the initiative to hang his arms and snuggle into his arms without saying anything.

This encounter was better than he expected.

He didn't regret using this method, he was a jerk anyway, only this time, he was consciously making a mistake.

Carrying Tian Dong out of the restaurant, Dong Hai took a taxi to a villa hotel forty miles away from the city.

After entering the master bedroom, Dong Hai carefully put Tian Dong on the bed and gave him half a glass of honey water.

Tian Dong half-closed his eyes, and sometimes woke up for a while. When he woke up, he would stare at Dong Hai without taking his eyes off. His eyes were blurred with drunkenness. Whether it was the spring breeze or not, he took the initiative to kiss Dong Hai.

At first, Dong Hai couldn't believe it, because he didn't look drunk.

What does this mean... does he accept me?Do you still like me?

Regardless of whether it was self-consolation or not, Dong Hai didn't think about the consequences of getting him drunk in this way, and he had already made that plan when he booked the hotel.

He wants to have it once soberly, instead of getting drunk every time, calling Tian Dong's name, and having sex with Huang Lihua. Those days are extremely painful afterwards, like a soul on a burning platform, alive and well. Burnt to ashes from bone to skin.

He quit drinking a year ago. After quitting drinking, he never did that again, and never touched Huang Lihua again. Until one night last month, he drank a large glass of milk, but couldn't sleep for no reason, and his body reacted. Huang Lihua took a shower and changed into a translucent pajamas and came in. It's not that Dong Hai has no desire, but his consciousness is very clear. That's not the person he wants to hug, and it's completely different from the state of drunkenness before.Finally, he took a shower and went to the study with the quilt in his arms.

Until Tian Dong appeared again, Dong Hai had such an evil idea that he wanted to have it once, even once...

"Dong Hai..." He called out his name.

Regardless of whether he is sober or not, regardless of whether there is a mountain alliance in each other's vows, Dong Hai can no longer control himself.

"I love you...Tian Dong...I don't know how to express how heavy this feeling is...For so many years, I dare not see you, I know that when I see you, I must be unable to control myself...Just like now ,sorry……"

Tian Dong stretched out his hand to cover his mouth, his half-closed eyes were slack due to drunkenness, but they were clearly red, it was a kind of distress and reluctance.

.........

"Dong Hai..." Whenever Tian Dong called his name, Dong Hai became even more crazy and uncontrollable. He had never been like this before, never been so crazy to any body, as if he was possessed.

It was a love that was so intense that it wanted to vent everything, abandoning everything, no matter the world, marriage, or betrayal and infidelity, they didn't care, they didn't think about it, they emptied their minds, leaving only each other in their eyes.