Xiaoshou, be good, open the door

Before dawn the next day, Zhao Chenxi rolled up his bag and got on the plane to Hainan. Last night, the tower company he was acquainted with invited him to be an interpreter for an industry conference, which happened to give him a chance to escape.

Kind Zhao Chenxi, the few days in Hainan were like purgatory. Zhao Chenxi saw Zhao Wei's pitiful eyes when the sumptuous dishes of the big hotel were served on the table; Tear open the package of instant noodles with his hands; Soaking in the big bathtub of the four-star hotel, Zhao Chenxi saw Zhao Wei with one hand in a plaster cast.Zhao Chenxi was so annoyed that she wanted to hit the wall. Zhao Wei had treated him that way, but she just couldn't bear to ignore him.

On the fourth day, Zhao Chenxi couldn't wait for the meeting to end, so he got on the plane and hurried back.

It was already evening when we got home, the red and purple clouds made the sky gorgeous, and the noisy cicadas came from the tree-lined avenue. Zhao Chenxi saw Zhao Wei sitting alone on the railing of the flower bed, looking up at the sky quietly, the setting sun , painted half of his body in gold, almost gorgeous but lonely handsome.

Following Zhao Wei's line of sight, Zhao Chenxi saw a large group of blue-gray seagulls gathered on the background of clouds. They gathered together in the center and densely formed a circle, like a black totem embroidered on a gorgeous brocade. As soon as they are embroidered, they are like radiating threads, gradually scattered, layer upon layer, from dense to sparse, so regular, as if they have been trained thousands of times in advance.Zhao Chenxi saw a sighing expression on Zhao Wei's face. In fact, it was only today that he discovered that seagulls can perform so well. At that moment, he thought he was the same as Zhao Wei, and felt that what he saw was a kind of spectacle.

That day, they stood one by one and sat looking up at the sky for a long time.

It was almost dark, Zhao Chenxi stepped forward and said to Zhao Wei: "Zhao Wei, let's go home."

Zhao Wei tilted his head, lit a cigarette and put it on the corner of his lips, the red cigarette butt twinkled in the darkness, like a small firework.

"That's your home, it's a house to me."

"Zhao Wei, don't be like this, go back quickly, I'm hungry." Zhao Chenxi stretched out his hand to pull Zhao Wei.

Zhao Wei threw Zhao Chenxi away without a trace. He looked at the darkness in the distance and said, "Zhao Chenxi, stop pretending. Let's talk about it. I'm not a playful person."

Zhao Chenxi couldn't escape even if he wanted to. Zhao Wei regarded him as a lighted cigarette. Whether he smoked it or not, he would burn it. He looked at the pedestrians around him in twos and threes: "Go back and talk about something, it's not convenient here."

In the end, the two arrived at Zhao Wei's side one after the other.

"Zhao Chenxi, I won't hide it from you. I'm gay. I drank too much that night and did something I shouldn't do to you. I apologize. But you don't have to be so narrow-minded. What can't you say? Yes, you can come and scold me for being a pervert, or you can punch me twice to vent your anger, but it’s nothing if you just rolled away without saying a word. Are you saying that what you do is what people do?"

Zhao Chenxi originally wanted to peacefully turn big things into small things, but now Zhao Wei beat him up and said that he was wrong. The worst thing is that Zhao Chenxi agreed with what he said, and felt that he was a sinner accused by thousands of people. In an instant, he felt that he was guilty of a heinous crime and wished he could die to apologize.

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