fish under ice

Zhong Juntong took Shi Yi's fingers and had a rare and peaceful sleep.When Zhong Juntong woke up, Shi Yi fell asleep beside the bed.The soft light renders his outline extremely gentle, Zhong Juntong looks at Shi Yi's face quietly.Shi Yi's eyelids were tightly closed, and he knew that when he opened them, there would be a pair of gentle and serene black gray eyes.The lips are very soft, and the whole lip can be easily sucked when kissing.The bridge of the nose is thin and narrow, so it is not easy to wear frame glasses, but the tip of the nose is a bit upturned, as cute as a newborn baby animal.

He has a good-natured, gentle and lovely lover.

He was unilaterally jealous without grace, and forced Shi Yi in a bad manner.He himself felt that it was over for him this time, no matter when Shi Yi cruelly proposed breaking up or divorce, he might not have the position to refuse.But Shi Yi didn't, and Shi Yi came to England to look for him.

It seems that Shi Yi will always be that gentle big brother, and Zhong Juntong will always be an insecure child who longs for his brother's unlimited attention in some respects.

Shi Yi never let his pranks or bad temper become meaningless nuisances, because Shi Yi forgives him every time.

Zhong Juntong lowered his head and kissed the top of Shi Yi's hair. There was a strange thorn in the tip of the hair that had just been cut, but it was still very soft.

After Zhong Juntong woke up, most of his fever subsided. He drank two more bowls of white porridge that Shi Yi borrowed from the kitchen and ate poached eggs and a little braised tofu with a slightly lighter taste.

That night, Zhong Juntong was invited by the partner to attend a celebrity reception.He has a stubborn personality and doesn't think his body has healed yet, so he insists on bringing his secretary to participate.

Shi Yi didn't say anything, he helped him tie his tie, fasten his collar pin, carefully smoothed his shoulder line with his hands, and put on his coat again.

Zhong Juntong hadn't dared to drink anymore since he started messing around after drinking, so he left after having a few words with each other.Winter nights in London are not as wet and cold as those in the south of the motherland. They are mild and sentimental. The slightly moist wind blows from the ocean, like the blue breath of peacocks.

When he returned to the suite, he found that Shi Yi was not there, and only after asking did he find out that he had gone for a walk in the garden downstairs.

Zhong Juntong changed into comfortable regular clothes and went downstairs to find him.

English gardens love to have lots of shrubs.Zhong Juntong walked in the garden, the half-person-high bushes were connected with the drooping dense branches of the trees, and the gray-brown and light-brown spaces were not clearly divided.But he knew that in the spring of the coming year, roses of all colors would bloom here.

It's a pity that it's not spring, otherwise he could have given Shi Yi a delicate English rose.

It didn't take much for Zhong Juntong to find Shi Yi.

He sat on a garden bench and stared motionlessly at the white fountain sculpture in front of him.

Zhong Juntong didn't speak. He sat beside him and looked at the white sculpture, which seemed to be a chubby little angel. "If you like, we can buy a villa with gardens and fountains when we go back."

Zhong Juntong himself didn't like villas, he felt that the two-storey structure wasted his walking time, and he was not interested in flower art, and felt that the garden was a very useless decoration.A villa is not practical enough for him.

Shi Yi smiled and shook his head: "No need."

There is no one else in the garden, and the air is filled with a moist aroma, which is fishy and bitter, but has a sweet and fragrant aftertaste.The lights in the garden suddenly turned on one by one, illuminating the faces of the two people clearly.

Zhong Juntong turned his head, only to find that Shi Yi's silent profile had an unspeakable sadness.

"what happened?"

Shi Yi's fingers were tangled together in confusion, and then separated again.He tilted his head slightly, and said in a flat tone: "Someone came to you in the evening. I opened the door and let him in. I said, I am your lover. He didn't believe it."

Zhong Juntong frowned and asked again, when Shi Yi's voice became very hoarse: "Juntong, no one will think that I am your lover, no one will think that I am worthy of you... .. including myself, I feel the same way."

Zhong Jun grabbed his wrist with his heart beating wildly: "Don't talk nonsense!"

Shi Yi's body began to tremble slightly, as if he couldn't restrain his emotions, "Juntong, I sometimes feel that you are not very happy when you are with me. Maybe... maybe... ..”

"Maybe something! Shi Yi! What are you going to say!" Zhong Juntong stared at him, his eyes were hot and terrifying.As long as, as long as Shi Yi said that word, he didn't know what he would do.

"Juntong, it's all up to you whether the relationship between us continues or not." Shi Yi really couldn't bear to say about breaking up or divorcing, so he could only strip himself of his status and become a person who would not hurt others and be at the mercy of others. vassal.

"I'm happy, I've always been happy! Shi Yi, I don't understand what you're talking about." Zhong Juntong's tone was low, his hostility restrained, and he began to show weakness like a child again.

Shi Yi couldn't stand Zhong Juntong's show of weakness the most.As soon as he showed weakness, Shi Yi felt that he seemed to have been greatly wronged.He couldn't see Zhong Jun being wronged.

"Juntong, let me apologize to you first. I didn't reply in time when you sent a text message. You called me, but I saw it, but I didn't answer it." Shi Yi's eyes were gentle, his expression was weak and calm, as if it would break if he poked it air-dried tissue paper, "Because I'm mad. Just a little bit mad at you, and the rest is mad at myself, because I don't know why you're upset."

"Juntong, I really don't know what you're thinking. I'm stupid, so I can't figure it out."

Shi Yi looked at Zhong Juntong's bewildered face, tears quickly rolled down his cheeks, and fell straight into his collar, leaving only two shallow tear stains on his face, which looked like broken diamonds under the garden lights .

Shi Yi cried hoarsely, and his words began to blur, like bitter cold medicine washed away by water, "Is it because I can't do anything well?"

Zhong Juntong had no idea that he had caused so much harm to Shi Yi. He thought that his only fault was being drunk and forcing Shi Yi, but it turned out to be far more than that.Shi Yi was blaming himself and despairing for his taciturnity and moodiness, punishing himself at a time and place he didn't know.

He didn't even dare to imagine how many times Shi Yi chewed these thoughts in his heart before he dared to tell him.

The bitter fruit he planted was picked and swallowed by Shi Yi through the thorn bushes every night, bruised and bruised.

"Shi Yi." Zhong Juntong heard his voice trembling, as if cold, as if his fingertips were scalded by fire.But it's much more than that. "If you say that, why don't you kill me directly."

Shi Yi forgot to cry in astonishment, and watched Zhong Juntong hold his hand, his fingers interlocked, the seams between the fingers were seamless, the hot palm pressed against the cold palm, and it was drawn to Zhong Juntong's heart, and the soft cloth adhered to him. on the chest.

He repeated again: "Shi Yi, you might as well kill me. It's better to stab me with a table knife than your words."