Aesthetics of Violence [Entertainment]

As promised, Zhong Mingcan waited for Ge Qiao to get off work in the coffee shop downstairs.

He doesn't set foot on the tenth floor anymore, because he was always anxious and worried that a "ghost" would suddenly appear on the tenth floor and snatch his prospective lover away, so he was willing to take the risk of being blamed by Ge Qiao. For the first time, he became an "uninvited guest" in his office.Now, they are really together, but it seems that they are more restrained.Ge Qiao ran to the seventh floor if he had nothing to do, but he stopped blocking him at the office door on the tenth floor. To be honest, he always felt that the eyes of the little girls in the media department were a little scary.

There are fewer people on the seventh floor than on the tenth floor, and both of them will feel more at ease.

After all, they have only been together for a month, and they haven't had time to think about many things.

Zhong Mingcan, who has always been attentive, only made arrangements for the current affairs, such as taking Ge Qiao back to his home for the weekend, such as planning to spare time to go to the home furnishing store and change the office to a bigger and more comfortable sofa.

But he knew that there were still many unresolved matters, and the two of them seemed to have a natural understanding. If the other party didn't mention it, he wouldn't take the initiative to think about it.

For example, about coming out of the closet, it may be enough to worry about.

Zhong Mingcan sat by the window in the coffee shop and saw a couple and a five or six-year-old girl sitting in the corner on the other side. They should be a family of three.His eyes stayed in the direction of their table for three more seconds, and then looked away.

Zhong Mingcan was not at all worried that he would fail in coming out, he did not fail at all.

From a young age he was only accompanied by music.Perhaps it was also out of desperation, so what do young children know?They don't have any fixed dreams and expectations yet, they just want sugar to hug, someone to accompany them, teach them to learn new knowledge or deal with various emotions.

But Zhong Mingcan never had these, no sugar, no hugs, and no one to accompany him.

There is no need to misunderstand, he is just an ordinary person, there is no grand story.Both parents have a happy marriage. The two respect each other as guests and have never quarreled.

But not all parents in the world know how to be parents.

When Zhong Mingcan was five or six years old, his parents still didn't know how to address their child. When they needed to call him, they often hesitated for a long time between "son" and "Mingcan", and finally replaced it with "Hello" and "Ah".The mother's gentle but indifferent voice said these meaningless but definite words, which was taken for granted by the young Zhong Mingchan, and it was not surprising at all.

The young Zhong Mingcan didn't know until after he went to school that the parents of his classmates would give their children other things besides material things, such as "I love you", such as a hug, such as a compliment.

This couple, who have long been successful in the music field, threw Zhong Mingcan to the nanny or Grandpa Wan when they were busy with overseas symphony orchestra tours, and they didn't see anyone for two or three months or even more than half a year.But finally the whole family was reunited, Zhong Mingcan's face was filled with the brightest and most lovely smile of a child, he opened his arms happily, and when he stumbled towards them, the couple just put the musical instrument box on their backs gently on the wall, He shouted anxiously at him: "Don't run over! Stay away from me! Don't break my piano!"

Later, Zhong Mingcan became sensible and behaved, and stopped making unnecessary overtures. He knew that he would never be able to please these two people, and they probably could only hold music in their hearts.

Day after day, and he was more or less aware of it, the only thing he learned from his parents was "music is a good thing", and he gradually understood that one person can use music to soothe loneliness.

He just feels confused when he meets a family of three on the road or in a coffee shop, and when he sees the young parents happily looking at the children who are licking the ice cream seriously, even though he doesn’t know that he is confused What.

After so many years, he is not sure whether those so-called childhood pains are actually pains. After all, it seems that he is still like this now. to what extent.

In comparison, he was more worried about Ge Qiao's family.He will cooperate with Ge Qiao's decision, Zhong Mingcan doesn't care what his parents think about homosexuality, they are at this age, it would be unreasonable to discipline him.

Naturally, the closest people should know about coming out of the closet. Apart from his parents, the person who has known him for the longest time is music. Will this music friend object to him being with Ge Qiao?

He didn't think so, after all, when he saw Ge Qiao for the first time, there was a movement in his ears.

He believed that it must be the encouragement and congratulations from this friend.

Zhong Mingcan took a sip of the coffee. As usual, it was sugar-free and bittersweet, but he had long been used to the taste, so naturally he wouldn't find it unbearable.

Ge Qiao went downstairs tremblingly, trying not to make a fool of himself in front of his colleagues, he tried his best to take extra big steps, his breathing was made extremely disordered by his performance, he forced himself into the coffee shop, he collapsed on the ground There was an ear-piercing "squeak" on the chair opposite Zhong Mingcan.

With his head resting on his arm on the table, he moaned in pain, "I can't do it, I'm going to die, I want to resign..." Only when he faced Zhong Mingcan did he start to complain about work.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Zhong Mingcan pushed the cup of hot water he had just received to Ge Qiao's hand, "Feel the wood and pooh three times!"

Ge Qiao: "..."

Zhong Mingcan didn't respond when he teased him, he really lost all energy, so he stopped bothering him and put his hand on his forehead.

"It's still a little hot, but it's better than noon. I'll go home and take my temperature. I'll buy you some medicine."

Ge Qiao still didn't speak, he silently replayed Zhong Mingcan's words again in his heart, the meaning of the word "go home" is different from the past.

He sat and rested, and after recovering a little strength, when Zhong Mingcan stood up, he suddenly punched his chest nervously.

Zhong Mingcan turned around in surprise: "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

Ge Qiao shook his head, lowered his eyebrows slightly, the dim light in the coffee shop covered the grievance in his eyes.

With that punch just now, he was punishing this body on behalf of Ge Qiao.

Really, I finally had a weekend where I could be alone, and I still thought about singing every night, but I was actually held back by my broken body!

After getting in the car, Ge Qiao sat in the co-pilot and continued to tilt his head to catch up on sleep.From the corner of Zhong Mingcan's eyes, he caught a glimpse of Ge Qiao who was gradually falling into a deep sleep, and slowed down, trying to make the car go as smoothly as possible.

In this respect, he has no teacher.What kind of blessings Ge Qiao cultivated in his previous life allowed him to meet such a person. Gentleness and consideration are both innate talents.

However, this lucky guy almost fell asleep in the car. Zhong Mingcan got out of the car halfway to buy some medicine and groceries.

At the door of the house, Zhong Mingcan stopped the car and wanted to wake Ge Qiao up.

He unbuckled Ge Qiao's seat belt, leaned over and pressed a kiss on his forehead, probably intending to use this kiss to wake him up.

Ge Qiao vaguely felt a big object coming towards him, and a force fell directly on his forehead. He moved slightly, but only a trace of sanity returned to his mind.

Zhong Mingcan's lips firmly sucked Ge Qiao's smooth forehead like a small suction cup. He sucked in a breath, and actually gnawed and licked Ge Qiao's eyebrows.Ge Qiao snorted in his sleep.

Zhong Mingcan's way of calling people was really peculiar, he didn't speak, he didn't shake him to wake him up, he just relied on the strength of his mouth, and in the end it was the loud "chirp" sound at the moment his lips and forehead separated that woke Ge Qiao up.

He was still in a trance, looking at Zhong Mingcan in a daze, looking back at himself with a smirk on his face.

"...What's the matter?" He asked, raising his hand to scratch the eyebrows that were itchy for some reason.

Zhong Mingcan looked at the small brows on Ge Qiao's face that had been blush by himself, as if admiring a masterpiece, and was satisfied, "It's nothing," he opened the co-pilot's door, "Let's go home."

Ge Qiao followed Zhong Mingcan into the building.

Opening the door, Ge Qiao went in first. He suddenly remembered that Zhong Mingcan didn't seem to need anything in this bachelor's apartment when he came last time. He was about to propose to go to the supermarket to buy some necessities when he came back. The slippers are exactly the same style, the pair on the left is slightly smaller than the pair on the right.

This is just a very small detail. In fact, if Ge Qiao didn't say it, probably no one would notice.

But it was precisely because of those two pairs of brand new slippers placed side by side that after that, every time Ge Qiao thought about this relationship and this person, he would feel extremely at ease in his heart.

Zhong Mingcan is really a very gentle person. He will take the initiative to confess his love, but he never rushes forward. He always knows how to protect himself. Even if the other party has agreed to his courtship, he still arranges such a soft confirmation for the one he loves. The ceremony replaced Ge Qiao's unspoken cohabitation invitation.

Ge Qiao kicked off the leather shoes, stepped into the pair of slippers on the left with a swish, stomped his feet, and said in a nasal voice, "Not bad, it fits well."

Zhong Mingcan put on another pair of slippers, and said with a smile, "It won't be as embarrassing as last time. I have prepared double copies of everything at home, enough for the two of us."

Ge Qiao's brain, which was slightly overwhelmed, was thinking about Zhong Mingcan's words.

last time?When he came back last time, this person had unreasonable thoughts about himself?

"Hey, let me ask you," Ge Qiao felt curious, and would not be able to sleep if he didn't solve it.He followed Zhong Mingcan's ass, turned to the kitchen to watch him put the vegetables in the refrigerator, and boiled a pot of water, "Since when did you...that..." The words were on the verge of his mouth, but still could not be brewed, "That's the one staring at you." on my..."

A well-behaved sweet question was completely changed by him.

Zhong Mingcan splashed water in front of the pool, turned off the tap, looked back at Ge Qiao, and replied with a smile: "From the first time I saw you?"

The answer was vague, and Ge Qiao didn't believe it: "Hey, don't, don't be embarrassed to say it. To be more specific, when is it? I'm just curious. I don't want to bring up old scores, so you can just say it..."

Zhong Mingcan almost guessed in his heart that he would have this kind of reaction of breaking the casserole and asking the end. It was not an accident. He pressed the switch of the kettle, "The first time I saw you, I bumped into you in the corridor on the seventh floor, let me tell you" I'm sorry', you say 'thank you' to me, and then I tell you my name, and you tell me your name too," he paused, then turned to face Ge Qiao, shrugged helplessly, "but you didn't Remember my name, don't even remember me as a person."

Ge Qiao was dumbfounded, he lost his composure, and accidentally got himself involved with a question.

Zhong Mingcan began to dig up old accounts.

"Mr. Ge is so forgetful. I told you about my family three times at that time, and it was hard for you to remember it." He raised his hand and pinched Ge Qiao's chin. "Do you remember? Embarrassed or not?" ?”

Ge Qiao couldn't speak, his chin was pinched, so he could only keep giggling.

"Go and lie down on the sofa." Zhong Mingcan didn't want to entangle too much about the past, let go of his hand, clasped his shoulders, turned around, and pushed him to the living room, "Take your temperature first, and then see if you are taking antipyretics." Or cold medicine."

Ge Qiao shrank into the sofa obediently, holding the quilt that Zhong Mingcan brought from the bedroom in his arms, sent a thermometer under his arm, and lay down obediently.His eyes were covered with a layer of water, his nose and the corners of his eyes were red, he tilted his head and stared at Zhong Mingcan, looking rather pitiful.

Zhong Mingcan was seriously studying the instructions on the medicine box, concentrating on it, frowning slightly, and muttering in his mouth.

Ge Qiao stared at his eyebrows and eyes for a while, as if thinking of something, he suddenly pursed his lips and smiled.He pulled out his hand from the quilt, quietly grabbed Zhong Mingcan's clothes corner, and shook it three times.

Ge Qiao's voice was very soft, and he didn't know who he was talking to: "Then we are so lucky to be able to succeed in the position. Mr. Ge, who is forgetful, has already said that he loves his nickname very much..."