The first time I met You Jia was at the reception party for my younger sister after she returned from studying in the UK.
The strange boy sat quietly in the corner, breathing as lightly as a herbaceous plant.
Occasionally, I raised my head, and my eyes were revealed from the hanging hair. They were clean and crisp, like the surface of a river covered with thin ice in winter.
Sister Ke Yi carried the wine glass and turned to him like a whirlwind, grabbed the young man in the corner, tilted her head and smiled like a flower:
"Brother, let me introduce to you, this is my new boyfriend, You Jia."
Ding Rongsheng no longer remembers what he replied back then.
The only thing that came back and forth in his mind was those eyes - the tail of the eyes was slightly raised, the eyelashes were very long, and when he looked up at people, they flapped slightly like the wings of a butterfly. His heart felt like a crack had been forcibly opened in the plain that had been frozen for thousands of years. The world was turned upside down, the mountains and rivers overturned, and the color of the sky and the earth changed.
The track was straight, and he thought he should be straight too.
But Youjia's existence is like a crisp slap in the face.
Thirty-one years of stable life has been shaken.
The second time I met You Jia, he followed his sister Keyi and called him "Brother".
His heart skipped a beat, and he almost couldn't hold the cup in his hand, thinking to himself: He's sick.
The third time he met You Jia, he stole the scarf that she had casually placed on the sofa.
After working overtime in the middle of the night, I took it out and buried it in my face - it smelled of mint.
He smelled it for ten full minutes, then slapped himself hard.
Small theater:
On the terrace of the New Year's Day party, Youjia turned around and accidentally ran into his arms.
"Brother, is something wrong?"
Ding Rongsheng stared at the section of his neck exposed by the collar of his sweater. The skin was white with distinct blood vessels. Looking up, his lips were bright red.
His Adam's apple moved: "It's okay. It's windy, let's go in."
Ding Rongsheng thought that the most shameful and unspeakable desire in his life was over.
Until there was a strange email lying in the mailbox.
Click to open.
It's Youjia.
Lying with a strange man.
He stared at the screen and poured ice water from head to toe.
1V1, HE, freeing xp, a pure and refreshing piece of writing that is fun to write.
Concept: Love is that thrilling second between heaven and earth