gentle city

"I like your type." Qinghe wanted to say this to Feng Zhou, but knew that his brother was not suitable for making such jokes.Over the past few years, Feng Zhou has become more and more majestic, and he will gradually become more and more like his father Feng Xi. He is no longer someone who can be joked about, otherwise he will take it seriously.

Although this is Qinghe's sincere words, he is afraid that Feng Zhou will not take it seriously, and he is also afraid that Feng Zhou will take it seriously.

Qinghe said: "There is no special type, but I just don't like Collins who is too sentimental; I don't like people who talk frivolously and joke with many people; I don't like pure white people either, I prefer people who grew up with a Chinese background; It’s better to be older than me, but not too big; I don’t like people younger than me, you know, I’ve always been the youngest at home, I’m used to being spoiled by you, I can’t do it like a big brother to love and protect all the time People, I'm afraid that sometimes I will be negligent; and sometimes I will inevitably forget my age and act childishly, I don't want my younger lover to think that my behavior is ridiculous..."

Qinghe pushed away the pasta in front of him and stopped eating.

After Feng Zhou finished listening, he looked at Qinghe and said, "Baby, you actually like men, right?"

These descriptions of Qinghe clearly limit his lover to a man, not a woman. In other words, Qinghe realizes or just subconsciously believes that his lover is a man, although he does not have a lover yet.

Qinghe's eyes wandered, and then he smiled generously and said, "Brother, I don't know. The father and daddy at home are both men, so I don't know what it will be like to form a family with a woman. If I really marry a woman Well, then, maybe it is better for her to lead the family life, I think I may not be able to do a good job as a parent. In this case, I also prefer women who are older than me and can guide me. I'm little."

Feng Zhou's eyes were deep, he stared at Qinghe quietly, and after a while, he said: "You are still young, you can take your time."

After he said this, the atmosphere in the dining room suddenly fell silent. This kind of silence made people feel a little sad. Feng Zhou was eating bacon without taste, and stopped looking at Qinghe. Qinghe wiped his mouth, stood up and said: "Brother, I'm going to take a shower first."

Feng Zhou said, "Okay."

After Qinghe went upstairs, Feng Zhou pushed away the dinner plate in front of him, feeling very bored. He had a strong desire to hold Qinghe tightly in his arms, restrain him, and let him not leave him, let him not leave him. to fall in love with anyone else.This longing frightened him.

In the past, he always felt that his father Feng Xi's feelings for Qingjing were paranoid, possessive and controlling. When Feng Zhou was robbed of his father when he was a child, he once complained in his heart that Feng Xi needed to see a psychiatrist, and now he and Feng Xi Xi's state is getting more and more like, he thought, he really deserves to be his son.

I can't do this.

Feng Zhou rubbed the center of his brows with his hands, and ordered himself to think about it a little more, not to have a desire to control Qinghe, otherwise the relationship between him and Qinghe would definitely get worse.

When Feng Zhou went upstairs, Qinghe was reading books in the study, looking up materials and writing a thesis on Chinese Ming Dynasty jewelry.After taking a shower, Feng Zhou put on tight pajamas, knocked on the door of Qinghe's study room, and said, "Baby, when do you go to bed? You should have a good rest."

Qinghe raised his eyes from the computer screen, "Brother, you should rest first, I will finish writing here before going to bed."

Feng Zhou wanted to tell him to go to bed right away, because always going to bed late is not good for his health.Moreover, Qinghe has been too tired recently, and his spirit has been sluggish.

But Feng Zhou didn't say anything, he said: "Then come to bed early, I'll go to bed first."

Qinghe smiled at him, "Good night, brother."

Feng Zhou went out of the study and closed the door. He stood at the door for a while before leaving for the bedroom.

After Feng Zhou left, Qinghe stared blankly at the computer for a while, and then buried his face in the books and draft paper in front of him. He felt very uncomfortable, but he didn't know what to do.

Always loving Feng Zhou silently, not telling him at all, waiting for him to fall in love with a certain woman, and then watching him get married and give birth to the next generation, this made him feel depressed, and his future life felt like a dark cloud.

But if he wanted to confess to Feng Zhou, he couldn't do it at all.

How could he have the heart to let his brother fall into the self-blame and pain of rejecting himself when his brother loved and loved him so much.

And maybe the two of them will lose this intimacy in the future. Feng Zhou will pay attention to the distance between him and him, and will never sleep in the same bed with him, will not hold his hand, will not let him hug, will not let him He would be disgusted by kissing the cheek, or even acting like a baby to him...

Qinghe took a deep breath and forced himself to continue reading and writing the paper.

Qinghe stayed up until two o'clock, and was really sleepy, so he went back to the bedroom.

Feng Zhou was already asleep, he occupied half of the bed, Qinghe looked at him for a while in the dark, then went to wash and tidy up, climbed onto the bed, and when he covered himself with the quilt, Feng Zhou suddenly turned over , sleepily asked him: "Are you coming to sleep? What time is it?"

Qing He said: "It seems to be a little bit."

Feng Zhou said: "Your life has been too irregular recently, and you always go to bed late."

Qing He didn't answer him, turned over with his back to him, and began to sleep.

Feng Zhou couldn't stay with Qinghe all the time, he returned to China two days later, Qinghe sent him to the airport, Feng Zhou explained to him outside the security check: "Baby, you have to pay attention to the way you communicate with people, don't let people take advantage of you You can't go to gay bars anymore, you know? If you like men, no one in the family will object, but you should find someone who matches you and takes you seriously. You can't meet people in gay bars."

Qing He pretended to be unbearable and said, "I understand, I'm 23 years old, not 13, brother."

Feng Zhou said, "You think I'm nagging, right?"

Qinghe stretched out his arms to hug him, and even kissed Feng Zhou on the chin when he wasn't paying attention, "No, if you want, I'm also very happy that you talk non-stop in front of me every day like a Tang monk."

Feng Zhou said angrily: "I have already said that I am Tang Seng, and he also said that he doesn't dislike me."

Qinghe took two steps back, "Then I'll be your Monkey King."

Feng Zhou left. On the way back, Qinghe kept staring at the street scene outside the car window in a daze, with a sour feeling in his nose that he wanted to cry.

George Wei was sick. When Qinghe went to see him, he happened to meet Alexander there. George Wei's mother was a short Chinese woman with a soft voice. She had lived in the United States for many years, but her English was still not very good.She is very dependent on her son spiritually and takes care of her son's daily life meticulously, so George Wei has always lived with his mother, even though he has enough money to buy a luxurious house and separate from his mother.

George Wei's mother stayed Alexander and Qinghe down for dinner, but both refused.

Qinghe asked Wei Qiaozhi to recuperate well, and went back to work after he recovered from his cold. There are several large orders to be shipped in the past few days, Qinghe will go back to the company to keep an eye on him, so that Wei Qiaozhi doesn't have to worry.

And Alexander has been silent, silent even like him.

The two left from George Wei's house, and Alexander had dinner with him.

Sitting in the dining room, Alexander said: "I can't understand that George has been living with his mother, and everything is based on his mother's wishes, as if he can never be weaned. Are you Chinese men like this?"

Alexander recently got the disease of "Are you all Chinese men like this?" Qinghe didn't like him talking like this very much. He said: "Your statement is too generalized and very wrong. And you know that you are emotionally Nonsense, and kept telling me, Alex, I'm going to get really mad if you say that to me again in the future."

Alexander said: "It is indeed a generalization, but I have read reports that Chinese men are the most Oedipus. Don't say I am wrong, this report was written by the Chinese themselves."

Qinghe said: "I don't have a mother, and you always say what to do in front of me. And you put the shortcomings that others may have on the person you like, and then use it to heal the wound, thinking that your relationship failed because of this reason, not Is it very LOW?"

Alexander's face turned red when he was criticized by Qinghe. He was a person who had no patience. After he glared at Qinghe and found that Qinghe completely ignored his angry staring, he said: "You don't love your mother, you love your brother. .”

Qing He's eyes widened because of his words, and he almost wanted to stand up and leave, but he endured it, held back, and said, "You are attacking personally."

Alexander shrugged, "What kind of personal attack, I'm telling the truth."

Qing He gritted his teeth and said, "I'm leaving."

Alexander quickly grabbed him, "Come to the bar after dinner with me."

Qinghe pushed his hand away and left.

Alexander felt bored and couldn't eat any more dinner, so he paid the bill and left.

Qinghe ignored Alexander for a while, so Alexander had no choice but to come to ask him to invite him to dinner. Qinghe thought it was more likely that he wanted to see George Wei.

In the studio, George Wei stood in front of Qinghe's desk and drank coffee, looking coldly at Alexander sitting on the sofa.

Wei Qiaozhi looks handsome and has a resolute personality, with deep and energetic eyes, a straight nose bridge and slightly thin lips. Qinghe feels that he is quite gay sometimes, but Wei Qiaozhi is not at all, he is very straight.

Alexander had dinner with David George, but Wei George refused, saying that his mother was not in good health recently and he wanted to go back.

Alexander scolded him: "I heard you say ten sentences, and five sentences are my mother...haha..."

Wei Qiaozhi looked at him very unhappy, and Alexander was completely defeated in his momentum, so Alexander had to turn his head away embarrassingly.

George Wei turned and left, ignoring Alexander.

Qinghe knew that he had taken a fancy to George Wei, but after the constant setbacks in the relationship, Alexander always broke his cans in front of Qinghe. He knew that Qinghe would not tell his affairs, so he had no taboo in speaking, and regarded Qinghe as a confession object.

In the restaurant, Alexander kept complaining about George's rigidity, impotence, mother accusation, etc., Qinghe listened while cutting the steak, and finally said: "Alex, George is a straight man, he likes women, of course he is hard on you stand up."

Alexander was silent, and said, "Is it true that straight men can't bend?"

"How would I know." Qing He said speechlessly.

Alexander said, "How are you and your brother? Will he stand up if you tease him?"

Qinghe ignored him, and lowered his head to deal with the steak.

Alexander said to him: "Hey, are you related to your brother?"

Qinghe's heart skipped a beat, but he still ignored him.

Alexander said: "If there is no blood relationship, you will have sex with him without feeling guilty."

Hearing that he was going on endlessly, Qing He changed the subject and said, "Why don't you change your target, do you have to choose George?"

Alexander thought for a while and said, "You know, whether it's jewelry or a lover, I won't settle for it. Before I get George, I don't even have the heart to change my goal."

Qinghe said: "What you can't get is the best. The trivial life of two people, the difference in values, these will destroy love, and being with another person is not necessarily a good thing."

Alexander, who is very loose except for his paranoid obsessive-compulsive disorder about jewelry, actually said to Qinghe: "Baby, you are too young, you don't understand. I want to form a family with George now, and I also want two A child. Only people with children can understand how I feel."

Qinghe rolled his eyes at him in his heart, and said, "But you can't force George."

Alexander sighed and said, "You are Chinese, do you know how to catch up with George better?"

Qinghe was speechless to him, "George is a straight man, how do you want me to give you advice."

Alexander said: "There are no absolute straight men in this world, only GAY, bisexual, and GAY who pretend to be straight in the closet."

Qinghe laughed, "I'm also drunk on your GAY arrogance."

"It's as if you're not gay." Alexander said, and then tapped Qinghe's Achilles heel: "Your brother is very straight, don't you think that he is actually a gay in the closet."

Every time Qinghe and Alexander exposed their scars, they finally broke up. The next time, the two masters and apprentices continued to expose their scars and continued to break up, but they did not really break up.