Bai Yueguang came to seek reunion again

Even when he was studying in Europe, Fu Zhihuai rarely came to such noisy theme bars.Andre took him to find a corner and sat down familiarly, and then began to look at every handsome man and beautiful woman passing by with admiring eyes.

He can be regarded as the kind of person who enjoys a lot of fun. He has always eaten both men and women, and he is not taboo about meat and vegetables, so he has become more and more picky about his taste.

Andre curled his lips contemptuously at a white and tender little boy who went away, and turned to complain to Fu Zhihuai: "Oh, it's another boring day. If I can't date a beauty who suits my appetite, what's the point of my life! "

"Didn't you say that there is someone you like here?" Fu Zhihuai laughed at him: "Or do you mean that he already has an owner, so you can only watch but not eat?"

"Where...you don't know, that beauty is very grumpy." Andre recalled with his face propped up: "I've been here for less than a week, and I saw him blow up a dozen people with a wine bottle." The head... ah, that look is really exciting."

"Really." Fu Zhihuai was also aroused a little curiosity.

"He is the resident singer here. Basically, people want to ask him out every day. Speaking of which, I stopped a rude guy for him yesterday, and the little beauty smiled at me." Andre smirked foolishly. , as if really fascinated.

Fu Zhihuai had never seen him like this before, and the curiosity in his heart was getting stronger and stronger. From time to time, he had to look at the empty chair on the high platform in the center of the bar, wondering how perverted this beauty was.

After a few minutes, a young man in a plaid shirt and jeans suddenly walked up to the high platform and sat down on a chair.

He was thin and tall, and his face was hidden in the shadows, making it difficult to see clearly.Although he has shoulder-length hair that is a bit indistinguishable, it can still be clearly felt that this is a man.

"Wow, he's here." Andre bit a petal, looking at the stage with a fanciful face.

Fu Zhihuai put the wine glass to his lips, and looked at this so-called "beauty" indifferently.

Because of this person's appearance, the bar became quieter, but there were still people talking loudly, so Fu Zhihuai could only vaguely hear him singing an English song.It's a very quiet and gentle tone, but it makes people feel uncomfortable for no reason.

At the end of the song, the young man stood up and stepped off the stage indifferently.He took out a cigarette from his trouser pocket to smoke, and at the same time brushed his hair casually, revealing his beautiful profile.

This was Zhang Fu Zhihuai's extremely familiar face, but with an expression of indifference that made him feel strange.Fu Zhihuai's blood boiled all over.

This is Kuwahara.It was the dream that made him toss and turn in countless late nights in the past ten years.It was the half of his flesh and blood that he had forced himself to dig out, the missing part of his soul.

It was his beloved whom he wished to give his life to at just one glance.

Fu Zhihuai stared blankly at Kuwahara smoking a cigarette, fending off the harassment of several people, and slowly retreating into the darkness, the empty wine glass in his hand was never put down.

Hearing about Kuang Yuan's family from Liu Kuan before, his mood didn't fluctuate much.At that time, he really thought that he had let go of the old past and no longer had a little nostalgia for Kuwabara.

But now seeing this man's downcast appearance with his own eyes, he hated himself so much that his heart ached.

If he hadn't left so resolutely...if he could have stayed by Kuwahara's side all these years, no matter what, he wouldn't have let the proud Bai Epiphyllum come to such a place to make a living.

——The most hateful thing in the world is that there is no "what if".

Beside him, Andre chewed on the petals, and said very emotionally: "Fu, can you believe it? I am willing to do 1 for him!"

Fu Zhihuai stood up abruptly, and glanced at him coldly, his eyes were so fierce that he wanted to eat people:

"You think beautiful!"

Kuwahara stood smoking in the corridor outside the bathroom, his brows and eyes were blurred in the faint smoke, and he had a strange beauty.

The sound of heavy footsteps approaching slowly from behind him, Kuang Yuan didn't turn his head: "No appointment, get out."

The footsteps stopped, but it was a bit polite.

"It's me." The ambiguous and hoarse male voice was not clear in the noisy background. Kuwahara put out the cigarette butt, put his hands in his pockets and turned around, with a nasty smile on his face: "Can't understand people's language? I said , no—about."

Fu Zhihuai is a little taller than ten years ago, almost 1.9 meters tall, with a short cropped hair, and a handsome and deep facial contour.Those black eyes seemed to contain a thousand words, but in the end they fell silent.

He was wearing a well-tailored handmade shirt and suit pants. He was clean, without any frills, and he looked like a mature man.It looks a little strange, but it is more attractive than when it was a teenager.

Kuwabara blinked his eyes for a while, and just showed a little dumbfounded, then quickly restrained himself.For some reason, he subconsciously moved his right hand back, as if trying to hide something.

"Going back to China? Mr. Fu." His tone was calm.

Fu Zhihuai's heart skipped a beat, knowing that Kuang Yuan was still paying attention to him quietly, but he couldn't tell whether he should be happy or sad.

The two faced each other in silence, and after an unknown amount of time, a small figure came out from the corner, looked at Fu Zhihuai, then moved to Kuang Yuan's legs and hugged him: "Uncle!"

Kuwahara took advantage of the situation and picked him up: "Are you sleepy? Then let's go home."

The child nestled softly in his arms, squinting at the strange uncle, and when he passed by, he even grinned at Fu Zhihuai.

"...I can see you off." Fu Zhihuai raised the car keys in Yang's hand.

"Thank you. I don't bother you." Kuwahara politely avoided, and walked away with the child in his arms.Fu Zhihuai held the key, stood there for a few seconds, and then quickly followed.

They walked out of the bar all the way, Fu Zhihuai finally caught up and stood beside Sang Yuan side by side: "This is... your nephew?"

"His name is Sang Gu."

The child fell asleep on Kuwahara's shoulders, his soft face blushed slightly, and his sleeping appearance was very sweet.

Fu Zhihuai calculated the age and found that the child was at least nine years old, but he was still thin and small, as if he had just started school.

Kuang Yuan brushed aside the messy hair on his little nephew's forehead, looked up at Fu Zhihuai, his eyes were calm and indifferent: "Do you have something to say? Don't waste time, say it now."

"..."

For a whole ten years, the torrent of time spanned between them. Fu Zhihuai thought for a long time, but he didn't know what topics he could find.

About Kuwahara, he wanted to ask everything, but it was inappropriate to ask anything.

"Then I'll go first." Kuwahara frowned, as if he was tired of his hesitation.Then he stood on the side of the street with Sang Gu in his arms, hailed a taxi, and quickly disappeared in front of Fu Zhihuai.

Fu Zhihuai kept looking at the car until it was submerged by the crowded traffic at night.Now at least he knew that Kuwahara would come to this bar, so he wasn't too flustered.

He needs a little time to think about how to deal with this relationship that he once abandoned with his own hands.

The next day was Friday, and Tian Yue asked Aunt Zhang to climb a mountain and worship Buddha early in the morning.Fu Zhihuai read a book at home for a while, and his thoughts always drifted to Kuang Yuan unconsciously.

He thought of Kuwahara's careless expression when he sang on stage, of Kuwahara's indifferent look of rejecting people thousands of miles away when he was smoking a cigarette, of Kuwahara's nasty childish smile that he didn't have time to take back when he turned to look at him.

Then he suddenly realized a problem.

...Kuwabara doesn't fucking want a body?He even learned to smoke!

This question tortured Fu Zhihuai so much that he wished he could rush to Kuang Yuan and break his cigarettes and throw them away.He put down his book and paced the room restlessly.After turning around several times, I finally remembered something, took out my wallet, and looked at the photos in the mezzanine.

There are several photos.Some of the contents in it were filmed on Sang Yuan’s birthday, and some were about hip-hop competitions...

There are also two or three photos, which were secretly photographed by Fu Zhihuai when Kuang Yuan was sleeping in class when they were at the same table, and then secretly washed out.

In these photos, Kuwahara is very close to the camera, sleeping soundly with half of his face buried in his arms, with long eyelashes and slightly pursed lips, as obedient as a bunny.Fu Zhihuai remembered that there was a small light-colored mole buried on the tip of his right eyebrow, which could only be seen if he was very close.

Fu Zhihuai has kissed this place many times.Every time his breath came a little closer, Kuwahara couldn't help trembling slightly, blinking his eyes and looking at him in bewilderment.It's three-point shock, seven-point fear, but also very liking.

I don't know if this great love was completely wiped out the night he said that he broke up, or... there is still a little bit of remnant.

……

Fu Zhihuai felt that he couldn't think about it anymore.He put away the photos, got up and went to the bathroom to wash his face, then went out to the bar to find Kuwahara.

Sitting alone for several hours, I didn't find Kuwahara, but met Andre again.

This man was very shameless, and he didn't care about his leaving yesterday without saying goodbye, so he approached with a smile and asked, "Fu, do you know the little beauty?"

Fu Zhihuai didn't even look at him, drinking quietly.Andre was busy talking on his own, talking endlessly: "If you know each other, then do I have a chance to get closer to him? How can we say that we also have the friendship of classmates, please help me. What do you have an old saying? What did you say? A gentleman has the beauty of an adult... Fu, you are the most gentleman I have ever met, huh?"

Fu Zhihuai glanced at him expressionlessly: "I'm not."

"what?"

"I'm a shameless bastard, a local ruffian." Fu Zhihuai finished speaking calmly, raised his head and drank the wine in the glass, got up and walked towards the bar - Sang Yuan was gone.

Kuwabara probably tidied himself up a bit today, his long hair was loosely tied with a silk scarf and hung on his shoulders; on his fair neck, he wore a thin pure black choker.

He still had no expression on his face, looking like a cold beauty.But those thin cheeks were illuminated by the ambiguous lights in the bar, and it made people taste a bit of seductive taste that they were hesitant to talk about.

This kind of good looks is completely different from the innocent and innocent boy ten years ago.

Before Fu Zhihuai knew it, Kuang Yuan had already rolled in a circle in the dirty mire.When he got up again, he not only had more scars all over his body, but also degenerated into this dangerous and unconsciously attractive beauty.

It was Ye Yu's hoarse murmur directly beating in his ear, and it was the faint scarlet that suddenly lit up in the ashes.Fragile and deadly, just looking at it will make your heart burn.

Fu Zhihuai looked at the stage, his Adam's apple twitched slightly, he held a bottle cap between his fingers, and forgot to put it down.

He had no intention of catching a glance from the stage, and suddenly realized why Andre, who had always been a romantic and indulgent man, would be so cautious in front of Kuwahara.

After singing a song, Kuwahara walked off the stage smoking a cigarette.He glanced at Fu Zhihuai from a distance, his figure was submerged by the crowd for a few seconds, and when he reappeared, he was already close.

Fu Zhihuai sat on the same couch with several strangers.Someone greeted Kuang Yuan, but he ignored him, condescendingly blew a smoke ring into Fu Zhihuai's face, and then sat on his lap facing each other.

Kuwahara took the bottle cap between his fingers casually, pursed his lips, and asked softly, "Are you married?"

Fu Zhihuai was stunned for a few seconds.Immediately, he saw Kuwahara's face clearly, felt the weight of Kuwahara, and smelled the sweet smell of peaches that seemed to be absent from Kuwahara's body... A surge of desire surged up like a sea tide, instantly submerging him.

"...No." Fu Zhihuai looked at Kuwahara's face greedily, and gave an answer foolishly.

"Do you have a partner?" Kuwahara put out the cigarette butt, and smiled with the corners of his lips curled up. When talking to him, there was still a faint smell of tobacco.

"No."

Kuwahara frowned slightly, stood up and tossed the bottle cap twice, and put it in his pocket casually.

He leaned over and kissed the man's cold lips naturally, took the hand on his waist, and pulled him up: "Zhihuai, come with me."

Fu Zhihuai's mind was in a mess, and he couldn't figure out how he and Kuwahara kissed in the car, got a room at the hotel, and had sex like wild beasts.

Tomorrow is not the end of the world, but Fu Zhihuai wants Kuwahara regardless.I want to be entangled like this until I die, I want to hide in this dark room and suck this person clean over and over again.His voice, smell... melt into the depths of his soul, and don't let go, don't separate.

Tears were bitter, but Kuwabara, who shed tears in his arms, tasted so sweet that it was about to melt.

They didn't turn on the lights.In the darkness, Fu Zhihuai couldn't see Kuang Yuan's face clearly, he could only see his brows slightly wrinkled by the white moonlight, and he looked a little uncomfortable.

He reached out to hold Kuang Yuan's face, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Yuan Yuan, did I hurt you?"

Kuwahara bit his finger lightly, and said vaguely: "No..."

But soon, he covered his eyes with the corner of the quilt, and scolded Fu Zhihuai while crying: "Don't touch my...hand."

It's fine if he doesn't say anything, but now Fu Zhihuai is even more curious, holding his wrist as a gesture to see: "What's wrong?"

"Don't look!" Kuang Yuan pushed him in panic, keeping his right hand behind his back: "Don't look..."

Fu Zhihuai coaxed him: "Okay, I won't watch it."

When the sky outside the window was glowing, Kuwahara curled up into a ball and fell asleep with his back to him.Fu Zhihuai carried him to the bathroom, coaxed him to wash it off slowly, and put his shirt on Kuwahara in a wicked way.

While taking a bath, Kuwahara kept clutching his right hand tightly, trying to hide it in the shadows, not showing it no matter how hard he coaxed him.Fu Zhihuai already had some guesses in his heart, but he was reluctant to confirm them.

He wrapped his arms around Kuwahara's waist in a sleepy way, and the lingering faint sweetness of peaches kept hooking him, making one's heart itch.

After ten years of thirst, only one night of rain, Fu Zhihuai didn't have enough to eat at all.He rubbed Kuwahara's thin spine over and over again, finding some joy in this familiar movement.

Kuwahara was touched by him so that he couldn't sleep well, he was raving irritably in his dream, and unconsciously stretched out his right hand and pushed his chest.

This hand lay softly in front of Fu Zhihuai, with slender fingers, well-defined joints, and neatly manicured nails. It is the kind of good-looking hand that many young girls would like nowadays.

It's a pity that its little finger only has a small half missing.

The author has something to say: not yet reunited, not yet reunited, not yet reunited.

Say important words three times_(:з」∠)_