Drunk in exchange for sleep under the moon

After cleaning up and being carried back to the bed, Xie Yan sat lazily in Zhao Wumian's arms with a smile on his face, drank warm water to moisten his throat, and a sentence rang in his ear: "Did it hurt so much that night? "

Xie Yan's hand holding the cup trembled.

He thought that Zhao Wumian realized something was wrong, raised his eyes, but saw the pity and annoyance in his eyes, and quickly lowered his head and took a sip of water.

Confess now... Will I be beaten?

He put the water glass on the bedside table and pushed it in. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the jade chapter that was placed next to the pillow when he entered the door. After struggling for a few seconds, he stretched out his hand to hold Zhao Wumian's hand.

"Zhao Wumian." He clasped his fingers tightly, leaving no gaps between his fingers, "If I lied to you, would you be angry?"

Zhao Wumian's voice was very soft, like a sigh, falling numbly on people's hearts: "No."

"Why aren't you angry?" Xie Yan frowned.

Zhao Wumian noticed his dissatisfaction, thought for a while, and then asked: "Cheat money or sex?"

Xie Yan's heart was a little astringent, Zhao Wumian probably thought he was joking again.

But this time, he wasn't joking...

"It's a lie." He smiled, but the smile faded before it reached his eyes, "That night, I actually lied to you."

"Nothing happened to the two of us. From the beginning to the end, I was the one who took advantage." He even wanted to fall in love with Zhao Wumian while he was drunk for a moment, although in the end reason prevailed, but he is such a bastard people.

"I'm not a good person, even a scumbag." Xie Yan paused and lowered his eyes.

He wanted to ask such a scumbag, do you still want to...

Can't ask.He didn't even dare to look at Zhao Wumian, afraid of seeing disappointment, anger or other emotions on his face.

A gentle touch fell on the top of his head, Xie Yan realized what it was, and his whole body froze.

"I'm very happy." Zhao Wumian answered irrelevantly, "I didn't hurt you."

If nothing happened between him and Xie Yan that night, then tonight, Xie Yan in his arms would be his first time.

He was very glad that he was still gentle and restrained, that he didn't hurt Xie Yan, nor did he cause him too much pain.Although he really wanted to put his mark on Xie Yan's clean body, but he suppressed such crazy thoughts.

Crazy enough already.

Every corner of the bathroom has their obscenity | guilt.

Xie Yan fits his soul as well as his body.

It's nothing to cheat money and sex, steal his heart secretly, this is the heinous crime.

Xie Yan picked up the jade chapter with trembling fingertips, put it in the palm of his hand, turned to look at him: "I am a liar, you are a thief, neither of us should dislike the other."

Without waiting for Zhao Wumian to defend himself, Xie Yan put the jade badge on his neck.

"What did I steal?" Zhao Wumian glanced at the jade badge on his chest, and held Xie Yan's hand.

The jade badge that has been worn for more than [-] years, now...have you given it to him?

Xie Yan held his hand instead, looked into his dark eyes, and complained word by word: "You broke into my heart and stole my heart."

Zhao Wumian wanted to laugh, but Xie Yan started to be unreasonable again.

He also wanted to correct Xie Yan, the heart is a hollow muscle organ with four chambers, left atrium, left ventricle, right atrium, and right ventricle. There is no heart in the atrium, and the concept of the heart is much bigger than the atrium.The slightly cool jade seal stuck to his skin, he just smiled and kissed Xie Yan's fingertips, then kissed his forehead again: "I plead guilty."

Xie Yan was silent for a few seconds, then stretched out his hand to turn off the lamp by the bed, as if he wanted to extinguish his affection.He knew that his mood tonight was a bit wrong, but he didn't dare to think about what he was afraid of. At this moment, this night, he just wanted to give Zhao Wumian his most honest self, whether to go or stay, the right to choose, It's all in Zhao Wumian's hands.

He leaned back on Zhao Wumian's chest, and said softly, "Hug me, I'll tell you a story."

The half-sitting posture will be a bit hard, Zhao Wumian sensed the uneasiness in his tone, put his arms around his waist, hugged him and lay down, and adjusted his posture so that he could lean more comfortably: "Said Bar."

"This story is a bit vulgar." Xie Yan closed his eyes, raised his head and kissed him, and then said, "Seven years ago, I liked someone."

"He is my junior. I was a first-year graduate student. Although I always knew that my sexual orientation was different from others, I had never met anyone I liked before, so when I met him, I fell for it."

"My teacher is a highly respected old professor. He is usually busy studying red studies. He treats a lot of students, and few people can catch his eyes. Although my ex-boyfriend's grades are not bad, he is also a third-year student. It was only when I got a little appreciation from my teacher, and then the teacher threw it to me and asked me to carry it."

"A long time makes love, a dog breeds another dog, and then I came out with my family..." Xie Yan smiled and said in a low voice, "My family members are all teachers, and they have been dealing with books and academics all their lives, except for my brother and sister I can understand and accept it, but my parents are very opposed to it."

"It's nothing new. At that time, I felt that I was a warrior who faced the bleak life. I was so lonely that I hit the south wall." He was silent for a while, and then continued, "Just when I started an uprising with my family, he He applied to study abroad without telling me."

"I was the last person to know. He told me to break up, and calmly analyzed with me that it would be good for both of us, let each other go, and not delay each other."

Xie Yan added silently in his heart, just like I am calmly telling you the story between me and him now, the story is straightforward, without any trace of love.

Hearing this, Zhao Wumian raised his hand and patted Xie Yan's back lightly, then put his arms around his waist, quietly waiting for the next article.

As soon as he confessed his love, he heard his boyfriend talk about his first love. His mood was actually a bit complicated.

He has never been in a relationship, or even liked anyone, so he can't empathize with Xie Yan's understatement, and he doesn't think too much...

It's been so long, what can I say.

Just thinking that it was because of such a person that Xie Yan became dissolute, he couldn't help but frowned.

not worth it.

This kind of person is not worthy of Xie Yan showing his sincerity.

"Compared to my future, of course the future is more important." Xie Yan closed his eyes, and continued, "I'm an idiot who disregarded my future for the sake of falling in love, gave up the chance to be recommended for him, and finally screwed myself up. Notorious."

Risking the world's disgrace to rebel against that person, but was stabbed by someone behind him, Zhao Wumian's heart trembled when he heard that, his arms moved slightly, and he hugged Xie Yan even tighter.

"I really want to go back to seven years ago and strangle that ignorant self to death with my own hands." Xie Yan scolded himself first, and when he scolded himself, he was not polite, speaking very fast, without giving Zhao Wumian a chance to interrupt, "Otherwise, I would have been engaged in academics with my teacher for a long time now, obsessed with red studies and literature in the studio every day, and it would not be a dream to be famous in the world after decades."

"Let's go earlier..." Zhao Wumian said suddenly, "Seven years ago, I was still studying medicine in City K, it was too far away."

One city Z, one city K, it's too far away, he still has nothing to do with Xie Yan, and he can't hold Xie Yan, and he can't sew up the wound on his chest with his own hands.

Xie Yan reacted for a while before he understood Zhao Wumian's meaning. Going back to seven years ago, earlier... earlier, he could get to know Zhao Wumian.

He froze for a moment, and couldn't help laughing: "A little earlier, that was 14 years ago, I'm fourteen, third grade, how old are you?"

"Seventeen, third year in high school."

At that time, it was when they were closest.The road he walked to and from school every day was also the road Zhao Wumian walked.

He can swagger to Zhao Wumian's class and call people out. The 17-year-old Zhao Wumian is about a head taller than him. With a gesture, he reaches the shoulder position and hits his head directly, a little to the left, right on his heart.

He can announce domineeringly "I'm going to live in", Zhao Wumian must have nothing to do with him when he was young.

"I should have seen you." Xie Yan suddenly felt dissatisfied, "I must have seen you."

"Yeah, I've seen it." Zhao Wumian followed his words, speaking slowly and intermittently, as if he was talking wherever he thought, "You didn't grow tall when you were in junior high school, you were short. Yes, I am also thin, walking on the road, the baggy school uniform is full of wind, I love to laugh, my grades are good, and I give a speech on behalf of the freshmen at the beginning of school, and the little girl who likes you secretly puts pink love letters and candy in your school bag. "

Xie Yan buried his face in his chest and laughed: "You are talking nonsense, I was already tall when I was in junior high school!" Zhao Wumian said it so seriously that he almost believed it himself, as if Zhao Wumian really met him more than ten years ago. He did the same.

"And I never accept love letters from little girls." He asked back, "You are the one who accepts love letters."

"I have also confiscated it." Zhao Wumian stopped joking and said seriously, "Give it all to the Great Immortal."

"The little girls are so pitiful." Xie Yan shook his head pretentiously, "I originally set my heart on the moon, but the moon shines on the ditch."

Zhao Wumian touched his face, and his voice softened a bit: "Zhao Yantai."

Turn your heart to the bright moon, and the bright moon shines on the inkstone.

All the boredom and uneasiness of talking about the past disappeared in this sentence, Xie Yan bent his lips, thinking to himself, he must have met Zhao Wumian.

In the third year of high school, Zhao Wumian had good grades and a good appearance. He was tall and handsome, and even the most well-regulated school uniform made him look good in it. The most suitable one was the one that girls were most obsessed with.After scoring a three-pointer on the court, and sweating profusely in the summer, the blushing face of the little girl who likes him should be a little brighter than the sun.

It doesn't matter whether he has seen it or not, anyway, from now on, the rest of his life will be slow, and he will have plenty of time to see all his appearances.

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