Victoria Harbor Night Rain

For Chi Yao, his first meeting with Shen Chen was not a good one. The fireworks in Victoria Harbor are brilliant and the docks are buzzing. But he stood in the middle of the box and had red wine poured all over him. The wine soaked his white shirt, and his eyelashes were dripping with water. He looked so embarrassed. The second-generation ancestor who poured wine taunted: "Harvard? Harvard needs letters of recommendation," he turned around and greeted with a smile. "Brother Chen, did you hear that? He is going to your alma mater." Chi Yao raised his eyes with his face full of wine, and saw a man sitting on the corner of the sofa among the dancing demons. A piece of orange fire was held between his fingers, and white smoke surged up from his nose, covering the man's bright eyebrows. When someone called him, he raised his eyelids and looked at Chi Yao, his eyes dark. The two looked at each other, and he laughed, chewing on the cigarette butt and speaking vaguely and ambiguously. "Hong Kong is too small to trap you." One is standing and one is sitting. One is in embarrassment, the other is decent. One is poor and the other is rich. In a daze, the coffee table and wine table lying between the two of them were like a ravine in the sky. But Chi Yao probably didn't expect that this man who was holding someone's hand whenever he spoke would hold an umbrella and stand quietly under the streetlight waiting for him—— The light was dim, illuminating the snow like a dream and making Chen Chen's eyebrows soft. He put his cold hands into his coat pocket and took out a paper bag and handed it to the young man: "Chestnut, hot." The chasms and ravines cannot be crossed, but they will be filled with warm woolen coats when the snow falls, sweet and glutinous chestnuts freshly baked on the streets late at night, and... Love. Focus on writing! Focus on writing! Focus on writing! A gentle and emotionally stable young man from Hong Kong with a little bit of daddy attributes VS a poor student who is cold and aloof to the outside but soft inside. Using cigarettes to list the modes of getting along is probably—— Chen Chen waited for Chi Yao to come out, holding a cigarette between his fingers. Chi Yao came close to him. He changed hands and moved the cigarette to the hand away from Chi Yao. The two walked side by side. He didn't smoke, letting the smoke drift away with the wind, and the cigarette butts sparks fell along the way. He won't put out his cigarette for Chi Yao, but he will keep the cigarette away. Less serious piece of copywriting: Chenchen Smoking, a slender men's cigarette, is quite rare in Hong Kong City because it has a light taste, mint aroma, and no burnt aroma of tobacco. There is almost nothing worthy of praise except that it is not spicy on the throat. One night he flew to the mainland and walked with Chi Yao on the university campus. When he walked to the street, he met a senior from a project. Chi Yao said a few words, but Chen Chen very gentlemanly said that he would go and smoke a cigarette to leave some space for the boys. When Chi Yao finished speaking and walked over, the dim street lights on the campus shone on Shen Chen, casting half a shadow. His fingers flickered, scarlet came to his lips, and the smoke swirled around and caught a white halo. Shen Chen didn't pay attention to him, and his side face showed an indifferent expression. Later, when he found Chi Yao coming, he smiled: Are you done? Smoke was floating in the air, and a slender cigarette lay between the two of them. He was angry. Chi Yao looked at him and realized subtly that the smoke had not moved away, and although his eyebrows were smiling, they were not deep. Chi Yao pursed his lips and hesitantly tried to coax, "I want to try." He pointed to the cigarette between the man's fingers. Chen Chen didn't say anything. He stared at him calmly for two seconds, then curled his lips and smiled: "Okay." He turned the cigarette around and put the burning end into his mouth, leaving only the filter end facing Chi Yao. "Come," he said. The tobacco mixed with sparks burned the flesh of his tongue, but the burning made his eyebrows softer. Someone looked at him, raised his head and put his mouth into the cigarette that the man bent over to bring down. The cigarette rod was not long, and their lips touched each other. While they were entangled, Chi Yao heard the man's deep voice—— "Baby." #In the early stage, there was a plot called Bao. Yang was actually in love. #Hong Kong style is very little, but it's actually a sweet cake #Gong grew up in the Mainland and speaks very poorly in Hong Kong Intention: Love can transcend everything, and you just need to be brave.