slowly

Spring in Lujiang always comes quietly.When people found clues from the flock of birds returning from the north, and smelled the message from the flowers of winter jasmine and magnolia, she was already sitting on the branch, laughing for a long time.

It wasn't until the middle and late March that the spring spirit could not be hidden gradually, and the strong sunlight splashed wantonly, lighting up every corner of the city.

Ning Zhi likes spring, especially the sun in March and April, which is not scorching and warm just right.

"woke up?"

A hot and humid air blew past Ning Zhi's ears.

Ning Zhi responded with a nasal voice and yawned in a daze.

He has always had a light sleep, but today he slept soundly, and his spirit and body have been completely relaxed for a long time.Sure enough, sex|love is the best sleeping pill.

"What time is it?" He opened his sleepy eyes, leaned against the warm arm, gradually moved his left hand on the collarbone of the other party, touched his chest, and lingered on the clear, firm and smooth skin again. belly.

"Did you secretly work out? The abdominal muscles were not so obvious last time..." Ning Zhi hadn't woken up yet, and muttered dissatisfied.

"Fitness is exercise, so there is no need to be sneaky?" The person next to him let out a deep laugh, "You fished for three days and posted nets for two days, and you blamed me for being sneaky."

"You know that I've been fishing for three days and drying nets for two days?" Ning Zhi bumped into something jumping and hot, but before he could react, his chest suddenly sank, and he was pressed down by a strong body.

Now he was completely awake, his eyes were wide open: "Jiang Chan, I have something to do today!"

"Who told you to touch it?" The man's hair was covered with fluffy golden edges in the sun, which added a bit of mixed blood to the sharp-edged face.He pinched Ning Zhi's chin, seemed to be looking at it, but also seemed to be hesitating, with a teasing smile in his eyes.

Ning Zhi raised his face, hooked his fingers under the quilt, and thought wildly, is Jiang Chan going to kiss him?Will they be kissing too much.Last night's flirting or foreplay was barely passable, but it's daytime, and it would be weird to cuddle together.

After all, they are not lovers, and they have only met five times.

The fifth time we met was yesterday. We ate Cantonese food, watched a movie, and went to bed.

Meeting for the fourth time, a walk in the park, a concert, a bed.

Meet for the third time, go to the gallery, chat, and have sex.

Meeting for the second time, eating kaiseki, watching an opera, and going to bed.

meeting for the first time...

Jiang Chan suddenly lowered his head and kissed Ning Zhi's lips.He kissed quickly and gently, then turned over and answered the question that Ning Zhi had forgotten he had asked: "It's eleven o'clock."

"Eleven o'clock!" Ning Zhi ignored the soreness of his back, sat up straight, and hurriedly put on his clothes.

Jiang Chan leaned on the bed and looked at him with a very leisurely expression. The quilt barely covered his lower body, and the exposed mermaid line seemed to be carefully crafted and stretched beautifully.

"Why do you have to go to work on Saturday?" Seeing Ning Zhi's stiff movements and the scarlet fingerprints on his waist, Jiang Chan finally showed kindness, hooked his jeans waistband, helped him pull it up, and ate the tofu by the way.

"We are very busy beating workers, unlike you..." Ning Zhi deliberately bit the word "you" very hard.

But now that we have come to this point, maybe we can take advantage of the opportunity to inquire: "What do you do for work?"

Fearing that Jiang Chan would be offended, he explained, "Of course, I will also tell you about my situation."

Jiang Chan raised his eyebrows and said "I'm very interested", but said, "But I already know about your situation."

Ning Zhi didn't take it seriously, picked up his coat and smelled it, there was no peculiar smell, and he could still wear it, so he unfolded it and shook it vigorously twice.

Jiang Chan said: "You work in the curatorial department of Qingnan Art Center, and your position is a curatorial assistant. The project you are currently participating in is the Dadaism exhibition, which has been in preparation for two years and will open soon."

Ning Zhi was stunned, his coat was draped over his shoulders, with only one sleeve on, looking a little funny.He angrily accused: "Jiang Chan, you investigate me!"

Jiang Chan spread his hands: "I don't have one."

Ning Zhi glanced at the time, didn't have time to argue with him, so turned around and left.With disheveled hair, Jiang Chan stared lazily at Ning Zhi: "Should I drive you?"

"No need." Ning Zhi closed the bedroom door.

For a single man, Jiang Chan's apartment is really too big. Although the furniture is spotless and the designer's ingenuity is reflected everywhere, it always feels empty and deserted.

"Hello." The wooden door of the master bedroom was pushed open again.

"Since you understand it so clearly," Ning Zhi leaned against the door frame, holding a beautifully designed invitation letter between his index and middle fingers, "Here is an admission ticket for next week's exhibition. I give you one. If you don't want to go, just give it to me." Anyone can."

He took a few steps closer and put the ticket next to Jiang Chan's pillow.

Jiang Chan held it in his hand and looked at it with interest: "Were you there on the opening day?"

"nonsense."

"Then I will go." Jiang Chan smiled.

"I didn't mean to ask you to come," Ning Zhi explained solemnly, "It depends on your time, if you don't have time, forget it."

"How can you forget it? If you don't have time, you have to make time."

Jiang Chan's eyes can be deceiving, he always looks very affectionate, and his tone of voice is also ambiguous, making Ning Zhi unable to tell whether it is a joke or sincerity.

But there's no need to distinguish, after all, this is a terrible man who would ask a private detective to investigate his bed partner, and Ning Zhi regretted it a bit when he returned to give him a ticket for the exhibition.

After leaving the apartment, Ning Zhi took a taxi and went to the most luxurious five-star hotel in Lujiang City.

At 12:30, Eugene Mike stepped out of the elevator, met Ning Zhi who had been waiting for a long time in the magnificent lobby, and greeted warmly: "Hi, Stan!"

He was a tall white man in his forties, with long blond hair, a bushy beard, and plump, ruddy skin.Although I just got off the plane yesterday, I was not affected by jet lag at all. I was full of energy and energy. I put my arm around Ning Zhi's shoulders and let him lead the way, claiming to feel the "soul" and "pulse" of the city. Of course , tasting "Localsnacks" is also a must.

Mike is a curator of a well-known art museum in New York, and an old classmate of Ning Zhi's immediate boss, Zhu Weiyun.This time Qingnan Art Center held a Dada exhibition, he helped a lot, and he was a guest who could not afford to offend.Ning Zhi's main task today is to be Mike's local companion and take him around Lujiang City.

The specific itinerary has been drawn up. According to the prior arrangement, Ning Zhi took Mike to visit several scenic spots. On the way, he introduced the geography and cultural characteristics of Lujiang, and talked about Duchamp, Fauvism, and Surrealism by the way.

Mike is full of energy and curiosity. When he sees pancake stalls on the roadside, he will take pictures. When talking about art, he is even more passionate and eloquent.After running around all afternoon, Ning Zhi was tired and hungry, and he couldn't show his fatigue. He could only take the opportunity to rub his waist when Mike was intoxicated by the beauty of oriental culture.

He regretted that he shouldn't have gone to the appointment last night. He knew that he would walk a lot today, but he was so stupid that he accepted Jiang Chan's call and agreed to meet.

After eight o'clock, all the lights in Lujiang City were turned on, and square dance music rang out in the park. After dinner, Ning Zhi planned to send the distinguished guests back to the hotel, but Mike asked him if there was any bar nearby.

Ning Zhi couldn't figure out what this foreigner was thinking. Did he want to find a quiet place to relax with a drink or two, or was he just looking forward to an affair?

No matter, in his limited experience, he only knows one family.

"Swallow."

The font on the light board was flaring, and there was a faint violin music coming from behind the thick glass door. Mike looked at it and seemed satisfied: "goodname."

For nightclubs, this time is very early.Ning Zhi pushed open the door, walked in facing the heater, and asked the receptionist, "Is Bai Xu there?"

"The boss is not here today," the waiter was clever, seeing him take out his VIP card, he specifically pointed to a booth with a wide view and relatively clean.

Mike ordered a few bottles of Corona, and Ning Zhi ordered a glass of "Cuba Libertad". They sat down and chatted, and the topics basically revolved around exhibitions and gossip in the art circle.

"Stan," Mike suddenly waved his hand in front of Ning Zhi, "you with me?"

"Sorry," Ning Zhi regained consciousness and apologized to Mike, "it's just... this place reminds me of a... friend."

"Friend," Mike paused meaningfully, his blue eyes twinkling with humor, "maybe morethanafriend. talktome."

A man in his 40s is enough to gossip, Ning Zhi smiled, ordered him another bottle of wine, and changed the topic smoothly.

In fact, he thought of Jiang Chan.

This bar is where they first met.

Ning Zhi didn't hang out in the bar often, but he would appear in swallow that day, purely because he couldn't save face, and because he was careless for a while, he believed Bai Xu's nonsense.Bai Xu said that he promised not to make noise or dance, it was just a friendship, and he also said that all the people who came were friends from the circle.

After arriving, Ning Zhi realized that was not the case at all. The demons danced wildly in the bar, the music was loud, and the host who promised to receive him had already been drowned in the crowd, drunk too much.

He struggled through the writhing crowd, found a booth farthest from the sound system, and watched the performance on the stage.After drinking half a glass of wine, he turned his head inadvertently, and saw Jiang Chan sitting next door, wearing a silk shirt.

When the eyes met, a strange red light just happened to sweep across, illuminating Jiang Chan's facial features.

Very handsome, like a vampire.

After looking at each other briefly, Ning Zhi looked away and returned his attention to the stage.After watching it for a while, I just felt dull and unable to concentrate.

Is he still staring at me?

Ning Zhi hesitated for a moment, then quietly turned his head to ask for confirmation.

Jiang Chan was indeed still looking at him, his eyes were focused and calm, the strange red light before had disappeared, and he was sitting in the dimness, like a quiet swamp.Ning Zhi was slightly dazed, but this time he didn't dodge, and looked back with the same force, not to be outdone.

Electronic dance music is loud, people drink, play games, and dance indulgently. In the chaotic environment, this small corner looks strange and secretive.

They looked at each other for a minute or longer, and finally Jiang Chan got up with a glass of wine, ending the tug-of-war.

"Hi," he touched Ning Zhi's cup familiarly, and introduced himself: "Jiang Chan."

Ning Zhi nodded and announced his name.

Jiang Chan sat down on the sofa opposite him, but he was not in a hurry to exchange greetings. Instead, he and Ning Zhi enjoyed the hot dance on stage.

At the end of the song, the dancing young men and women gradually dispersed and each went to the bar to drink and rest. The DJ changed to a soothing song, and the bar gained a short period of peace.

Ning Zhi asked: "Which confession?"

Jiang Chan said unhurriedly, "Repentance's confession."

strange name.Ning Zhi smiled and squinted at him: "Have you committed many crimes?"

"Maybe," Jiang Chansha asked seriously, "Do you want to hear it?"

Ning Zhi covered the wine glass with both hands, and tilted his head to observe Jiang Chan: "I'm not a pastor."

"Are you sure? Why do I feel like it?"

Ning Zhi has never seen a man who flirts so naturally, his tone is between sincerity and naughty, as if they are friends who have known each other for many years.

Ning Zhi couldn't hate him, and couldn't even refuse him.

"Do you come here often?" Jiang Chan asked carefully.

Ning Zhi seized the loophole: "This bar just opened today."

"Oh, really."

Jiang Chan was as calm as usual, but Ning Zhi insisted on exposing him: "Didn't you see the big characters at the door?"

"I really didn't pay attention." Jiang Chan briefly explained, and tapped lightly on the table with his left hand.

Ning Zhi smiled slightly, and he couldn't explain why, but he thought Jiang Chan's sudden clumsiness was cute.

The singing and dancing started again, and all kinds of noise collided in the bar, almost toppling the roof.

Jiang Chan suddenly suggested, "Go out for a walk?"

"Where are you going?" Ning Zhi had already had enough of the noise of the bar, stood up cooperatively, and asked half-truthfully, "Is it a hotel?"

Jiang Chan raised his eyebrows and said frankly, "If you want."

"Isn't that too casual." Before he could answer, Ning Zhi said again: "And I have to work overtime when I get home."

He walked towards the exit first, probably shocked by the music, his heart beat so fast.

Near the door, there was an accident.A drunk rushes off the dance floor, spinning around like a headless chicken, spilling vodka all over the floor.Ning Zhi was unlucky, he was a step too late to dodge, but was knocked staggeringly, and the ground was slippery, almost fell down.

Fortunately, Jiang Chan, who was walking behind, supported him.

"Thank you." Ning Zhi grabbed the other party's linen jacket and used his strength to stand firm, too embarrassed to turn around.

"You're welcome," the hand on his waist moved away in a gentlemanly manner without stopping.

At that time in February, the weather was warm and cold, Ning Zhi stood outside the bar waiting for the driver to pick him up, stomping his feet from time to time to keep warm.Jiang Chan was much more relaxed, with his hands in his pockets, he looked at the pedestrians on the street leisurely.Standing side by side, Ning Zhi realized that he was really tall, with perfect body proportions, like a model.

"Do you take a taxi too?" He asked softly.

"I will drive."

"Aren't you drinking?"

Jiang Chan smiled, with a smug face: "Apple juice."

That being the case, instead of going to the parking lot, what are you waiting for here?

Ning Zhi didn't ask, and looked down at the ground. In his field of vision, Jiang Chan's leather shoes were stained with some wine, making them less glamorous.

"Is it cold?" Jiang Chan suddenly began to take off his coat.

"No, no, no!" Ning Zhi was surprised and flustered, almost biting his tongue, "My car is almost here."

Two minutes later, the driver of Didi arrived. Ning Zhi opened the door and looked back.

Jiang Chan remained where he was, like a lonely street lamp, with a vague smile on his face.Whether he feels regret, wronged or doesn't matter, Ning Zhi can't judge.

But Ning Zhi hesitated, and even wanted to make an exception for this strange man and take a risk.

He said to Jiang Chan, "Why don't you add a WeChat account."