narrow red

Kuangzheng and Baozhan walked into the high-end shop in Zoumawan. The boss was busy with tailoring for people. They went to the sofa and waited. It was a small space with a bright window along the street. There were already two customers. Talking quietly over coffee in the shop.

One is 60 years old, slightly fat, bald on the top of his head, but wearing a fashionable dark red suit, the other is in his early twenties, with raised eye corners and a chin that has undergone cosmetic injections. The two scanned it once, turned their heads away, and continued to please the old man.

Kuangzheng could tell what kind of business he was in at a glance, he supported Baochan's shoulder: "What do you drink?" He led him to sit outside a few tables, "Coffee or tea?"

"Is there any boiled water?" Baochan held the canvas bag and looked up at him, "I'll just drink plain water."

The sunlight from outside the window shone in and cast on his clean face, turning the eyelashes into a slender golden brown, the nose and lips seemed to be transparent, Kuang Zheng squinted his eyes, and his throat felt a little tight.

"Black tea." He turned to pour water, "I'll add some milk for you."

The young man over there looked this way again, as if he was surprised that Kuangzheng went to pour the water himself, Baochan noticed his gaze, wondering what he was looking at, and looked out the window awkwardly.

Soon, Kuangzheng came back with two cups of hot drinks, a cup of black tea and a cup of coffee, the sweet one for Baochan and the bitter one for himself: "It's a little hot."

Baochan took a sip, the tea smell mixed with milk, it was delicious, he asked casually, "Brother, what are you having for dinner?"

"Huh?" Kuangzheng was a little absent-minded. When he was waiting for coffee just now, his mind was full of Wanrong Zhenhui. Such a dilapidated environment, so many people who looked like meat on hobs, and now the tomahawk steak was in front of him. no appetite.

"Let's scramble eggs with tomatoes." Baozhan's voice was not loud, but it was exceptionally clear in this small space, "Let's make winter melon and shrimp soup, and put some of your favorite... scallops."

For a moment, Kuangzheng's heart moved slightly, what Baochan said was exactly what he wanted, even what he didn't realize he wanted, not big fish and meat, but some fresh soup and side dishes to make him feel comfortable.

He put down his glass and saw the two people over there looking at this side at the same time. He probably thought that the civilian dish of scrambled eggs with tomatoes sounded weird in a high-end shop where a piece of fabric cost several thousand yuan.

"Fry more lean meat," Kuang Zheng said, "You rehearse every day, you have to supplement protein..."

His phone rang, and it was a big brother from Dingtai Securities who was doing an IPO. He was probably shocked when he heard that he went to a private bank, and called to ask questions.These kind of phone calls about caring or good things are indispensable recently, Kuang Zheng is irritable, he doesn't want to answer but has to answer, so he has to pick up the phone and go out.

Baochan kept watching him go out, turned around, and saw that there was only one person left at the table in front, the older one went to the bathroom, the younger turned around sipping coffee, and greeted with a smile: "Hi."

Baochan was not very good at dealing with strangers, so she nodded.

The man inspected Baochan's clothes and shoes, determined that he was a poor boy, and then looked at Kuangzheng outside the window with an indescribable look: "Where did you get it?"

Baochan didn't hear clearly, or did not understand what he meant.

"You're so lucky." The kid pointed his mouth in the direction of the bathroom, with a disgusted expression on his face, "I'm getting old, and I go to the toilet all day," then lowered his voice, "The prostate is failing."

Bao Chan's eyes widened. He didn't know how the other party said these explicit words. He clenched his teacup tightly with both hands, restraining himself from showing annoyance.

"Your chin and lip socket are so pretty, and your jaw line is also good," the boy said again, "Where did you make it? It's so natural, it makes you want to take a bite..."

There was the sound of flushing in the bathroom, and he turned back immediately. Liu Baozhan was alone in a daze. He didn't say a few words, but he seemed to have said a lot. Baozhan was thinking about it. It's because of the fabric, their suits need to be ironed again, please ask Baochan to try them on first.

Baochan looked back at Kuangzheng outside the glass window, and followed the boss to the fitting room.

Sure enough, Kuangzheng was reprimanded by Dingtai's elder brother, saying that he was fooled by the company and should not accept the private money from the stepmother. After a while, the old man at the next table stirred his coffee and told him, "I went to try on clothes."

Kuangzheng was relieved, and just about to say "thank you", seeing that guy smiling at him, it was not funny, it was some kind of obscene tacit understanding, as if Kuangzheng, like him, also spent money to dress up "boys".

Kuang Zheng was disgusted, and was about to politely correct his impolite assumptions, when a crisp voice came from behind: "Brother, the phone call is over."

He turned his head, and at the corner of the retro shop, Baohua stood there like a piece of emerald green waves and a smear of skylight. The bright blue standard-collar suit, immature color, has a green onion taste that is not familiar with the world, and the tie has not been matched. The neckline of the shirt was slightly open, revealing a small patch of smooth skin.

Kuangzheng swallowed his saliva, the tight throat feeling came again, his eyes unconsciously followed his shoulders, hips, and fingers to every corner of his body.He has a really good figure, with a thin and straight back, straight shoulders, a pair of beautiful long legs, which appear to have a narrow waist, and are bundled in the water-blue fabric, which makes people feel the urge to hold.

"Brother?" Bao Chan stretched out his suit, feeling uncomfortable.

His hair is loose and hanging down, and his face is still the youthful face, but his whole temperament is different, like an ugly duckling has lost its young feathers, or like a plain brocade finally embroidered with flowers, Kuang Zheng couldn't help but look forward to it eagerly Appreciate him, so that every little action of Baochan leads to his eyes, and then to his heart.

"Good...very good," Kuang Zheng repeated the meaningless praise, "It's pretty good, not bad."

Looking down from top to bottom, to the top of his feet, he tucked in his tie and squatted down, carefully helping him tidy up his trousers, with that attentive look, not like a brother, but like a devout admirer.

Baochan left Zoumawan wearing a suit, leather shoes, silk scarf, and cufflinks. Kuangzheng gave him a complete set. When he started the car, he couldn't help but peek in the rearview mirror to see him wearing his seat belt and stroking his hair. The fingers of the seat belt, and the folds of the shirt pressed by the seat belt.

"I'll make two more sets next week," Kuang Zheng retracted his gaze, a little guilty, "Choose a few rare colors."

"Don't waste money," Baochan disagreed. In his opinion, the only difference between a suit and a long-sleeved T-shirt is that the material is too tight and restrictive. He leaned on the back of the chair and lightly bit the inverted spikes on the edges of his nails , "It takes a lot of effort to take it off."

When Kuang Zheng caught a glimpse of him, he seemed to be hit by something surging, excited, even agitated - the treasure in a long gown is also wonderful, but he doesn't understand that kind of beauty, it is the oriental implicitness that has disappeared from mainstream society for a long time However, the treasure in a suit was different, so slim, so shining, simple and straightforward, it lit up his eyes.

Back home, it was the setting sun, and Kuang was about to open the door when Baochan suddenly grabbed him, twisted his fingers, and dragged him into the grass next to the villa.

"What are you doing?" Kuang Zheng was afraid that he would stain his new suit, so he held it up and refused to let him go.

"Come here," Baochan turned his head to meet the golden-red glow, with a smile that was even brighter than the glow, "The woods behind are very nice, I discovered it yesterday."

Kuangzheng's heart began to beat, it was unreasonable, it was too violent, as if he had been enchanted, one foot was deep and the other was shallow, and he followed him into the lush forest.The fallen leaves are getting thicker under the feet, and the afterglow of the sunset is in the distance. The golden feathers of the birds flashed in the air, got into the shadows of the swaying trees, and disappeared.

Baochan was walking ahead, he was following behind, and in front of him was a bright blue figure with a narrow and flexible waist. Kuangzheng felt that he might be crazy, because of the silence, the twilight, and the time in the sea. Unrequited hug, the second time, hug him from behind.

"Brother?" Baochan was startled, arched his back, and turned around in his arms.

After the impulsiveness passed, it was extremely embarrassing, and it was even more embarrassing to let go at this time, Kuang Zheng simply put his head on his shoulder, smashed the jar and said, "Let me hug you for a while."

Baochan was very quiet and did not refuse: "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Such gentle tolerance made Kuang Zheng hug him even tighter.

"Is it..." Baochan stroked his back, "It's not going well today?"

"Don't ask." Kuangzheng didn't want to mention it, it wasn't that it wasn't going well, it was just too fucking bad, "I might not be able to do it for long."

Baochan moved in his arms: "Tell me about it."

"There's nothing to say." Kuang Zheng hugged him, not letting him move.

Baochan insisted: "Talk about it."

Kuang Zheng couldn't resist him, raised his head, and gave six words: "It's a mess, there's no way to deal with it."

He felt that it was no exaggeration to seek truth from facts, but Baochan asked, "For example, Yizhou is still difficult to deal with?"

Kuangzheng was stunned, he thought there was no cure, but it was Baochan's ten years as a day, from such a gloomy and hopeless situation, it was difficult, step by step to get to where he is today.

"Brother," Baochan lowered his eyes and straightened his tie knot, "There is nothing you can't do, only if you want to do it or not. I believe in your strength, you can destroy everything."

Kuang was staring at him in the dreamlike glow, feeling that he was so good, too good to be true.

"In the past, you were an employee," Baochan helped him to button up his suit. "It's not anymore. You are the boss. Employees can retire, but the boss can't. There is only one road ahead of you. Go forward."

Kuang Zheng smiled, really couldn't hold back: "Oh, my brother," he gently scratched Bao Chan's chin, "It's really different to be the head of the regiment."

"That's it!" Baochan raised his head, thinking of something in this posture, "Brother, look at my chin."

"Huh?" Kuang Zheng looked down, a small jawbone covered with a layer of soft white flesh, like jelly or something.

Baochan was a little embarrassed, but she was really curious: "Look at...do you want to take a bite?"

Kuangzheng stared blankly, he had never thought about it this way, Baochan asked, he really wanted to take a bite, but he would not admit it, and said cunningly: "Let me try to bite?"

Baochan punched him, pushed him away and walked towards the twilight.

"Don't go," Kuang Zheng chased after him, "You made me bite..."