He Shu Twilight [Entertainment]

early morning.

He Muguang finally woke up from the nightmare. He dreamed about seven years ago again.It is one thing to know many things, and another to expose them.He had to make up for his statelessness back then with years of regret and regret.

He stumbled up from the bed, opened the wine cabinet, and took out a bottle of brandy.

……

He Muguang sat on the ground, shaking the empty wine bottle, his body reduced to a battlefield and rewards for the battle between rationality and chaos, sometimes sober and sometimes confused, but in the meantime, his brain suddenly pieced together what happened yesterday. Counting the words spoken while hugging, the wine bottle fell to the ground and shattered——

He Shu said, "Twilight, I'm sorry."

sorry……

For so many years, the last thing he wanted to hear was one sentence - I'm sorry.

He Shu stood at the door of He Twilight's house and didn't even press the doorbell several times without responding. Anxiety and panic arose in his heart for no reason. Almost smoked out.

He turned on the light, and there was a person sitting with his back facing him on the floor of the living room, wearing a black silk pajamas, and empty bottles and even fragments of various foreign wines were scattered around.

He hurriedly went to the front to look at him, and before he could even ask "Why do you drink so much?", he was shocked by the blood stains on his hands pierced by glass shards.The blood seemed to have dried up for a long time, showing a gray and dull color, and the glass shards stuck in it solidified on the hand, like some kind of weird symbol.

"Twilight," he yelled, and the other party slowly raised his head, his eyes were extremely dark, and his emotions were dark and unclear. He seemed to use a lot of effort to distinguish the person in front of him, and then said, "How much?" .”

He Shu didn't know why the other party lost control of his emotions after not seeing him all night. He carefully pulled the other party up, left the dangerous area full of debris, took him to the sofa and sat down, and went to get the medical treatment he saw after coming here yesterday. box.

He half-kneeled in front of He Twilight, gently cleaning up the broken glass and blood.

He Muguang looked down at his movements, at his jet-black hair combed back meticulously, at the top button of his snow-white shirt tightly buttoned, at his handsome eyes and brows, as if caressing. The distant Milky Way full of stardust, just a trace of aftertaste can illuminate the universe.

"He Shu, why are you being so nice to me?"

When He Shu heard this, he just paused and continued to clean the wound on his hand.

He Twilight is not satisfied with this situation. The function of alcohol is never to make people fall into a coma or mistakenly think that they are more awake, but to magnify people's desires and desires, so that those things that you dare not say or don't want to say Yes, unspeakable emotions rose one after another, clamoring and rushing out of the body like a wild beast.

He Shu was caught by He Twilight's wrist unpreparedly, and fell to the ground unsteadily. The medical box was smashed to the ground, and the medical alcohol was broken into pieces and spilled into the air.He Muguang pressed He Shu tightly on the carpet, locked his eyes on the person under him, and gradually narrowed the distance between the two, expressing all his emotions——

"He Shu, why didn't you answer me just now? Seven years ago, you clearly knew what kind of ugly feelings I had for you. You have been away for seven years, why did you come back? Why did you treat me so well? "

Uncle He remained silent, he clearly had something to say, something he could say, a thousand words to tell him, but he couldn't speak at this moment.

He Twilight's pajamas were in a mess, and the huge collar exposed a large area of ​​skin on his left shoulder and chest, black and white against the thrilling.Supporting himself on He Shu's body, he suddenly laughed softly.

With his eyes, he traced the faces of He Zuo carefully, as if he had returned to the day seven years ago, the subtle sound of the movie disappeared, and in the dim environment, he could only see the face of that person clearly - he was slender and thick Her eyelashes drew a beautiful ripple, her skin was too white under the light, her nose was straight and straight, and her pale lips had a coquettish look.

The past and the present complement each other, and the virtual and the real stand still.

The fire that was burning in his body was scorching hot at this moment through the seven years of war.He raised the corners of his mouth, and licked his lips with the tip of his tongue in an almost erotic way, but what he said revealed a sense of sadness and pain, which was the bloody song of the thorn bird in Wilde's works.

He said word by word, "He Shu, I am finished, and now... you are also finished."

The lips and teeth meet with an irresistible gesture and almost brutal strength, and soon there is blood flowing in the saliva exchanged, very much like Quentin Tarantino's violent aesthetics.

He Shu let the people around him act arbitrarily and did not have the slightest strength to resist him. The words of the other party's questioning just now kept echoing in his mind.

He Muguang untied the opponent's collar, bit his collarbone, and suddenly whimpered as if he had exhausted all his strength. Tears splashed on his shoulders, hot as sparks.

He Shu heard him say in a crying voice, "He Shu, why are you saying sorry to me..."

He Shu found his only reason to explain himself in the previous questioning - he likes He Twilight.

He turned over and pressed the other person under his body, and then kissed the other person's lips almost devoutly.

He Shu picked up He Twilight, who had fallen into a coma, and put him on the bed, covering him with a quilt. He stared helplessly for a long time, never expecting to see someone who fell asleep after kissing him.He went out and picked up the broom to clean up the mess. The sound of the glass was crisp and noisy, which made him immersed in the intense kiss and never came out.

He picked up the scattered books on the floor and planned to put them in the bookcase against the wall, but his eyes widened the moment he opened them—"Five-Year College Entrance Examination and Three-Year Simulation", "Crazy Practice with Small Questions", " College Entrance Examination Required Questions" and "One Pass", each of which is a topic of functions, while mathematics magazines on the other side are neatly placed vertically, "MATH", "Mathematical Reviews-MR", "Annals of Mathematics", "ActaMathematics", "JAMS", The issue number is the one he published.

He Shu took out a copy, and the white paper sandwiched inside slipped down. It was He Twilight who translated carefully stroke by stroke.He Shu was silent, slowly put away the hand holding the pages of the book, and suddenly remembered what Xu Linduan said last night, "He Shu, you are a sensible person, but you don't understand why you got here. He cares about you and loves you more than you imagined." It’s much deeper, and it’s also because of this reason that he doesn’t dare to tell you, he’s afraid of being rejected by you, he’s afraid that he won’t even be a friend, and he’s afraid of losing you completely. You obviously care about him, so why don’t you tell him? A happy ending for each other?"

He replied like this at the time, he said: "Lin Duan, I will give myself an ending, I will tell him, I like him, I love him. But his ending is for him to give himself. None of us are qualified Dominate the fate of others, even if that person regards you as fate itself."

When He Twilight woke up, his brain was in a mess, and all the memories came flooding back, no matter how important it was.It took him a lot of effort to straighten them out—he drank, he confessed, he kissed him, and He Shu kissed him.After that?

Afterwards, his memory was blank. He guessed that he must have broken the chapter, so he could only complete the deduction through the brain supplement of the Eighteen Forbidden Words--how did he sleep with him?If that's the case, it's impossible for him to feel nothing at all, and he can't watch so many restricted love action movies for nothing.How much did he sleep?The probability that this thing is impossible is like he had a flash of inspiration and found the error of Riemann's conjecture.

Ever since, He Muguang naturally deduced that nothing happened between them after that, their relationship was so pure that it couldn't be more pure.

Hearing the noise outside, he got off the bed quietly, and opened the messy clothes in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror. He felt that his image was good enough to undertake all kinds of seductive tasks, and men and women fell in love with his suit pants. Down, and then go out lightly.

Unfortunately, He Twilight's plan completely disappeared after seeing He Shu's actions. The other party was sitting on the sofa with a few copies of "MATH" beside the coffee table, and he was holding his translation in his hand.

"..." He suddenly felt a sense of panic when he was checked by the teacher when he was in school, especially that homework, which he wrote seriously, but he might get a very poor grade.He Muguang planned to move back to the room to lie down and pretend to sleep little by little without attracting the other party's attention, so as to avoid the foreseeable tragic situation, when he heard He Shu said without turning his head: "Come here when you get up .”

He Muguang didn't make a sound, and moved step by step to the front of the other party, standing straight and serious, but it was a pity that he was ruined by his black pajamas with a deep V. No matter how you look at it, he looks so sly and full of air.

He Shu put down the page of translation, stood up, and stood in front of He Twilight, who was pretending to be Xiao Baiyang, clasped the back of the other's head very intimately and naturally, and touched his forehead with his forehead, "Fortunately, I don't have a fever. "

After this action, He Muguang felt as if he really had a fever. Anyway, his cheeks and ears were very hot, but he wanted to speak, but he didn't know how to continue after saying "you, you, you...".

He Shu dropped another bomb, he kissed He Twilight's red ear tip, and a low and pleasant voice sounded, "I like you, so, Twilight, do you want to try to be with me?"

He Muguang consciously played countless affectionate characters, said thousands of touching words of love, and accepted many confessions in the play, but none of them hit his heart as much as what He Shu said now, making him He couldn't help but wanted to laugh, and then told the other party - "He Shu, I only like you."

"Hmm." Professor He, who received an affirmative answer, immediately changed the subject, "There were several mistakes in proper nouns in your translation, and I have corrected them for you. Take a look."

"..." He Muguang hugged his waist desperately, "He Shu, do you know that you look like a big villain who has slept with a good woman and then abandoned him!"

"I haven't slept yet," Professor He corrected with a smile, "What's more, you are not a good woman."

"..." I don't care if I get it, what is the reason for this!

"and also……"

"Brother," He Muguang stopped the other party's words, "I beg you to stop talking, can you leave me some good memories of the first day of dating?"

"Actually, I want to say——I won't give up from beginning to end."

Note Jun:

Quentin Tarantino directed Kill Bill.

"Mathematical Reviews-MR" is the "Mathematical Review" sponsored by the American Mathematical Society.

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