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There was a sound from the porch in front of the door, and the orange light flickered. It was someone who came in in the dark, and probably touched his feet. He could faintly hear a few whispers.

Li Jian and his annoying memories were like a phantom in the mirror, suddenly scattered and slipped away.

Si Jian blinked and turned over, lying on his back to look at the ceiling reflecting the moonlight. After a long while, he was finally annoyed by the clumsiness of the visitor, and shouted, "Tang Xiaozheng, you'd better turn on the light." Cleaning up, I didn’t know how to lock the balcony when I locked the door, and I frightened my mother when I entered the door, can you do it?”

"Ouch!" This time, he gritted his teeth and sat down, but his voice was a bit strange, Guan Qifu jumped up and stuck his head out with his arms around his feet, and grinned his teeth when he turned on the headlights, complaining, "Brother, It's me. Can your suitcase be arranged in a more orderly manner? Does it not lock the door and rely on hidden weapons on the ground to defend against the enemy?"

"Why is it you?" Si Jian covered his eyes with his forearm, sat up and looked at him after a while, "Tang Xiaozheng... changed rooms?"

"Yes." Guan Qifu sat down on the foot of the bed, tentatively flexing and stretching his calves, "I'm not blind, Senior Tang guards me like a thief, can't you tell?"

"That's why I'm an adult, so I left the room card to Chen Chen." Guan Qifu turned around and smiled, showing his entire row of teeth, "I'm here to squeeze with you, and by the way, I brought something."

"What?" Si Jian turned his eyes and looked over, not wary of this big fool.

"Look." Guan Qifu squinted his eyes to look over, and suddenly took out a small piece of fabric from his pocket, shaking it around, "Brother, don't you feel that the balls are a bit cold? The underwear is left in the dressing room."

He was thinking about taking revenge for being stabbed in the chest by Si Jian's elbow earlier, with a cheap and full of teasing expression.

If it was Chen Chen who was sitting here at this time, Guan Qifu would probably be frightened in nine out of ten cases. He was anxious, angry and embarrassed, and could not speak clearly, and shouted a few words, "Did you not grow up, so childish?" !”, and then it backfired to satisfy Guan Qifu’s evil taste.

"Like using it?" But it was a pity that it was Si Jian who heard the words at this time, instead of being flustered at all, he stretched out his fingers with a smile, hooked a corner of the underwear, and looked him up and down, "I didn't see it, He's not very young, but he's pretty good at playing."

Guan Qi's reappearance was due to his lack of rank, so he froze in place immediately, and when Si Jian stretched out his hand to poke him, it seemed that he could see the rustling wall covering his face.

"So they're all sisters, I should have said it earlier." Si Jianle trembled, adding fuel to the fire with intentional nausea, "Don't be restrained in the future, just say anything if you want anything, I'll pass it through and keep it for you. White, red Yes, the yellow ones... and the striped ones, I have them all."

"Ah!" Guan Qifu looked embarrassed, and hurriedly retreated to the corner of the wall with his head in his arms, begging for mercy, stuttering in fright, "Brother, brother, brother! I know I was wrong, what kind of flower, what sister, what and what Ah, I'm going to throw up!"

It's not that he doesn't understand the meaning behind Si Jian's words, but he still can't stand the so-called intimate names in the circle, just like his dislike of Xiaolan's all-glossy body, and the spontaneous repulsion comes from instinct.

"Can't bear it?" Si Jian sneered and retracted his hands, lay back and nestled into the pillow, his eyes cast far away, he didn't know where to look, "It's a fake gay again, what kind of muddy water are you wading in, don't mess around It's..."

"I'm not fake." Guan Qifu regained his composure and rubbed his arm fiercely, as if trying to smooth out the goosebumps caused by embarrassment. After all, he rarely mentioned his sexual orientation with outsiders, and argued in an unnatural tone , "And brother, I don't like the word 'gay' very much, I don't like men, I just—"

"It's just that I like Chen Chen." Si Jian interjected and interrupted his self-talk, rolling his eyes until he almost lost his black eyeballs, "Is it sour? A man's mouth is a deceiving ghost."

"...It's none of Chen Chen's business." Guan Qifu scratched his temples and hair, faintly feeling that Si Jian was like a hedgehog, and he could see a little bit of sadness from that completely mean and contemptuous expression.

It made it hard for him to feel offended.

"I just feel that... I am a very ordinary, normal person, and the people I like very much happen to be men."

Guan Qifu paused for a moment, lowered his head and walked towards the balcony, and closed the gap in the floor-to-ceiling glass door, with a slightly joking tone,

"When I explained to my friends before, I used this word, and they all said, 'I can't tell, you're not gay at all.' It's like a gentle and delicate girl being praised and said, 'You're such a mother' .Look... it's kind of subtle, right? Nobody introduces themselves as heterosexual, so I figured, 'gay' probably isn't needed either."

A gust of night wind rushed past the slowly closing gap, passing by Guan Qifu's hand, bringing a refreshing fragrance of flowers.

The smell drifted into Si Jian's nostrils vaguely, which was somewhat familiar.

The climate in Si Jian's hometown is suitable for cultivating such plants. Even if he doesn't get up to visit, he knows that there must be many sunset flowers in full bloom in the fence outside the window, and the corolla stretches like rounds of white full moons.

Those nights when I walked hand in hand with Li Jian in the shadows, in those memories covered by the same fragrance, someone always brushes his hair, reminding him to restrain himself, almost telling him that men who like men, They are all heterogeneous.

Si Jian originally thought that those words would have no effect on him, and even after breaking up, he always sang the anti-tune and appeared to be too reckless. He talked about his sexuality, wore it on his body, and radiated it as if he was not afraid of people's words.

He replied "None of your business" to everyone who hesitated to ask him if he was gay, thinking that this is self-confidence and equality.

But Guan Qifu stood in front of his eyes and said such a sentence lightly, it seemed that someone took off his mask in front of his eyes severely, revealing a shrunken, humble and lonely figure under it.

Si Jian stared at Guan Qifu in a daze, and suddenly thought, maybe one day, when he can introduce himself naturally and generously like this person, instead of joking and teasing to see other people's embarrassing and stiff faces, he is the real one. , Let go of the past completely, no longer use publicity to cover up inferiority complex.

"Huh?" Guan Qifu turned around and raised his head, met his dazed gaze, stopped on his feet, stood in front of the window without moving, turned around and pointed out the window, and asked, "Do you like this?"

He happened to recognize this flower. It was an assignment in science class when he was a child. "It's beautiful, but I heard it only blooms at night. It likes the sun and warms up, and it dies when it encounters frost. It's not easy to raise."

"I'm not interested in these reproductive/reproductive/organs." Si Jian blinked his eyes back to his senses, unwilling to admit that this big fool is still a little perceptive, and also thought that he was inferior to Guan Qifu who was four years younger than him for no reason, and gave birth to a child. Feeling a little annoyed, "I'm not interested in your blah, blah, blah, blah.

"Senior? Brother? Si, ​​Si Jian? Can I turn on the light?" In the silence of the room, Guan Qifu shut his mouth in a dazed manner, but Xisuo who kicked the quilt was exceptionally loud. After tossing and turning a few times, he finally remembered a new one. Question, "Tang Xiaozheng's luggage is still here, I have to send it to him..."

The motionless person finally reacted, turned around and gave the final blow with a cruel smile on his face, "The one who lives with him is Chen Chen, what things can't be shared, do you want to worry about it?"

As he wished, Guan Qifu silenced the flags and drums, quietly got back under the quilt, and muffled, "Good night."

The full moon hangs high, the shadows of the stars hang low, and under the sporadic orange lights, a steady stream of hot spring water pours into the pond, making a crisp sound.

Liang Duanyuan and An Yichi walked into the dressing room of the bathroom, and the clock pointed to one o'clock in the morning.

Before that, they had just met Chen Chen and Tang Xiaozheng who were about to go upstairs at the elevator entrance, and Chen Chen mocked them with "one step missed, step by step missed".

Fortunately, An Yichi was indoctrinated by Liang Duanyuan, and gradually got used to his way of speaking, and finally he was able to freely enter the left ear and exit the right ear, without taking it to heart.

He wrapped up the bath towel and walked out from behind the locker, and put his clothes into the barrier next to Liang Duanyuan, and raised his head again, not knowing where to put his eyes.

Liang Duanyuan didn't hide it at that time, she was only wearing a pair of boxer swimming trunks, her shoulders were broad and her legs were slender, her well-proportioned and strong muscles were attached to her tendons and bones. The softness is neither too much nor too little, and the fusion is just right.

An Yichi was inexplicably nervous, with his palms curled up by his side, standing upright, his eyes only dared to rest on Liang Duanyuan's lips, and he asked calmly, "Senior, are you sleepy?"

If Liang Duanyuan hadn't cared, this should have been another night of waking up more and sleeping less. He had already gotten used to it, and there was nothing serious about it, but he lay quietly for almost an hour, listening to his unanxious words. Breathing steadily, Liang Duanyuan was the first to lose her composure. She turned on her phone to take a look, and then simply turned on the light, "Still can't sleep?"

"Hmm." An Yichi suddenly closed his eyes, "Did I disturb you? Am I—"

"No." Liang Duanyuan interrupted him, covered his eyes with one hand, tapped his lips with the other hand, and blocked the apology that he couldn't blurt out, "You are already very quiet. You can't sleep anyway, go to the bathroom..."

He always thought about what to do, but now he was trying to find a reason, but he was at a loss for words, touched the bridge of his nose and said Chen Chen weakly, "It's all here."

Fortunately, An Yichi is very talkative, never refuses, and doesn't care whether the reasons are reasonable or not.

"It's okay." Liang Duanyuan held on to the door of the cupboard, held back a yawn that almost yawned, held back two glistening tears from the corners of his eyes, and pushed An Yizhi to the bathtub, "It's okay not to get up early tomorrow. Take a bath." You might sleep better at night."

He guessed right, there were a few brown medicine bags floating in the corner of the bath, and the steaming heat from the water brought out the fragrance of the herbs. The original intention of the design was indeed to help sleep and preserve health.

An Yichi stood still by the pool, walked into the water step by step, and carefully took off the bath towel as the water surface submerged. It seemed that there was no 300 taels of silver here, but he probably didn't realize it yet.

Liang Duanyuan stared at his back, and consciously disappeared for a few minutes. When he came back with a cup of hot milk, An Yichi had already found a place in the corner by the pool where he would not be bored.

"Here." Liang Duanyuan stepped into the water and sat down beside him, "Be careful of the heat."

"Ah, thank you." An Yichi stretched out his hand in a panic, and brought up a string of drops of water. Even Shang Xiaoyun seldom took care of him so carefully, which made him a little at a loss, "It's too much trouble for you."

Liang Duanyuan didn't answer, but just gave him a dull look, with a look of reproach.

An Yichi blinked.

Suddenly remembered the promise he had made during the day, pursed his lips, and said to himself a little awkwardly, "No, you're welcome."