Deeply rooted in your love [Fast Wear]

Chapter 103: Wu Gao's Own Phoenix Qi(10)

The phone hung up, Zong Que glanced at the phone and put it away, gently exhaled a white breath and walked towards the dormitory.
Sporadic snowflakes fell with the cold wind, passing in front of Zong Que's eyes, and when he looked up, they were already flying in an instant.
The snow of that day came suddenly, and overnight everything you could see was covered with pure white.
In the snow, some people shovel the road, some people play, and some people kick the trees like bad, so that the snow hanging on them suddenly falls, causing people to chase and fight.
"This snow, little couples have to play." The boy in the white coat walked to the window and looked at the man who was also standing there with hot water, "What's wrong?" Want to fall in love? The
heat in the cup, the window is a little foggy,
"Thinking." Zong Que said.
"What else to think about? This kind of thing is that the brain is hot, and when you think of the result and then chase it, it has long been snatched away by others. The boy put his elbow on his arm and asked, "Hey, who got into the eyes of our genius?"
"It's too irresponsible to have a hot brain." Zong Que said.
"I go, this kind of thing is originally an emotional thing, although dopamine is secreted, but you don't see everyone secreting it, right?" The boy said, "If you really have to think rationally, people in the world don't have to fall in love."
Zong Que looked at him, and the boy nodded his heart and said: "If you really want to like whom, you have to ask here, you can't ask above, that piece will only tell you that you are suitable for dying alone."
"Stop thinking, who do you like?" As far as you are concerned, one is accurate. The boy said, "If you don't dare to confess, I'll help you get the strings."
"No thanks." Zong Que took a sip of the water that was almost warmed and looked at the white lane driving in the distance, "I'll go back first."
"Hey, who the hell do you like?" Satisfy my curiosity. The boy called his back, the other party was stunned and walked away, he looked out the window and looked at the couple who were still playing, "Gee, sweet oh, it's making people look like they want to fall in love." No
wonder wood wants to bloom.
......
It was the coldest when the snow and ice melted, and even though Sagaku was ready, he shivered when he got out of the car and beckoned to the young man who came out of the entrance of the institute.
The figure that came out was slightly searching, and when he saw this side, his eyes fixed and walked over, stepping into the sunlit place from the shadow of the floor.
Xiangle has not seen him for a long time, in the world covered with ice and snow, the figure of the young man is particularly clear, as he approaches, Xiangle raises his head slightly, and finds that he seems to have grown taller again, and his eyebrows have grown a little more.
The eyebrows were dark, the sword eyebrows were slightly thin, and the snow light reflected a little indifferent halo under those calm eyes, but when the person approached, it carried the heat of body temperature, familiar and unfamiliar.
Xiang Le's heart jumped slightly, and he didn't have time to find that feeling, and looked at the young man in front of him and smiled: "It seems to have grown taller again."
"Well, three centimeters, I'll put something." Zong Que walked to the back compartment, "You get on the car first." "Good
." Xiangle said with a smile.
The air conditioner in the car was turned on, Zong Que got into the co-pilot, and the coldness slowly dissipated.
"This year is over?" Sagaku looked at the humanity who unfastened his coat and placed it in the back seat.
In his memory, the other party always had a thin appearance, but at some point, it seemed to have the capital and outline of an adult, making him wonder if they were a little too busy?
"Yes, you can rest until next March." Zong Que buckled his seat belt.
"Do you want to go skiing in winter?" Sagaku started the car proposal, the car turned, and he said with a smile, "Forget it, take you to dinner first, and decide where to play later." "Good
." Zong Que said.
......
Since moving to the villa, they have not moved places, the streets here are clean in winter, but the snow in each house is still left, the snow covers the original red tiles, occasionally showing some corners, and looks extremely beautiful in the morning sun.
In winter, many trees have only branches left, and there are many sparrows squatting on them, which add a little vitality to the winter.
Zong Que ran past the road and stopped at the doorstep of his house amid the occasional flutter rising from the ground.
When the door opened, the smell of food came from inside, and the people in the kitchen seemed to hear the movement, and leaned out and smiled: "You wash your hands first, and the meal will be ready immediately." "Good
." Zong Que went into the bathroom, washed his hands, and went into the kitchen to bring out the dishes.
Breakfast was hearty, porridge, steamed buns, eggs, and one meat and two vegetarians.
Zong Que sat down, Xiangle untied his apron and sat opposite him and smiled: "This is the dish we stole from the master on our last trip, try it and see how it tastes."
Zong Que picked up the chopsticks and tasted it, "It's delicious." The
essence has been learned and is also more suitable for their tastes.
"It's delicious." Sagaku picked up his chopsticks and smiled, "Eat more."
"Hmm." Zong Que replied.
He has been adjusting his state in the past few days since he returned home, and the other party has not gone out much, but has been cleaning up and studying cooking at home, just like a long time ago.
But there are subtle differences that prove that they can't go back to the past.
"Haven't you been busy with business lately?" Zong Que asked.
"Well, I have been busy signing contracts and expanding channels before, and now it can be regarded as over." Xiangle took a deep breath, rubbed his shoulders and said, "I also want to take a good rest, it just so happens that you are also on vacation, let's see where to play." "Good
." Zong Que said.
After breakfast, the TV was on, Zong Que swept the floor, and Soraku sat down in front of the TV after cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks in the kitchen and began to study the noon recipe.
"Que Bao, what do you want to eat at noon?" Sagaku asked.
"You watch and do." Zong Que said.
The leisure time at home always passes quickly, but after eating, bathing and cleaning up, the time has reached nine o'clock, plus the time to go out to buy vegetables, make a little complicated lunch, and it will be lunch at noon.
Three meals a day is the most ordinary and down-to-earth life.
"It's a little slow to make Buddha jump off the wall, I'll go buy some lobster and come back, I'll make spicy crayfish at noon." Xiangle wrote on the book what to buy, "Hairy crab, crabs don't seem to be too fat in winter, make a shrimp lotus box..."
He studied for a while, and the two of them went out to buy vegetables, although the winter was cold, but the crabs in the fishery area were unexpectedly fat.
"It just arrived this morning and it's absolutely delicious." Warmly recommended by the owner.
Xiangle also put on the full face of face, and did not even cut the price.
His craft is really good, and the crayfish and fat crabs that were originally flailing their claws are all turned into delicacies on the table at noon.
"I bought a lot this time, there are still some leftovers, and I will make it for you at noon tomorrow." Sagaku cleared the table after the meal.
"I can't finish eating in two days." Zong Que put the dishes in the kitchen, although it was indeed good, but it was a bit much.
"Then I'll go buy some more and send some to my mother." Agaku pondered.
"Hmm." Zong Que glanced at him and said, "You go first." "Ok
... No, I'd better go take a shower first, the smell of my body. Sagaku went into the bathroom, came out, put on his net pocket, changed his shoes and went out the door, "I'll be back soon." "Good
." Zong Que replied.
Zong Que cleaned up the house, processed the sorting and sent the garbage out of the house, then opened the ventilation system and windows in all directions to channel the wind, and replaced the sofa cushion and put it in the washing machine.
Because the furniture was wiped again, dragged across the floor, the smell dissipated quickly, and in the evening, when the cushion covering should be dried and bathed, only a faint fragrance remained in the home.
1314 only felt that it was really not easy to eat clean.
Doors and windows everywhere are covered, the sky outside is already a little dark, dinner should not be eaten too late, should be prepared in advance, but eat greasy at noon, eat light in the evening.
Zong Que dialed the phone when he walked to the vegetable basket, and once it rang and missed, he put the phone away, selected some greens and began to prepare dinner.
As soon as the dish was cut, the low heat made the porridge in the pot grunt softly, Zong Que sat on the sofa and turned on the mobile phone, but the other party still did not come back.
Carrying something over, perhaps being left to talk, this point is also a normal situation to be left for dinner.
As the time passed, the news played, and Zong Que stir-fried a dish, sealed the others and put them in the refrigerator, He had eaten his own dinner, and as soon as it was time to pack up, the prime time had been connected.
Although there are few TV stations, the quality of the drama is very good, the TV at home has been replaced by a color TV, and this TV series also likes to chase.
Zong Que pondered, broadcast another call, still missed.
Could it be that something happened?
But visiting this kind of thing, with Xiangjie present, should not have happened at this time.
[Where?] The
text message was sent, and when Zong Que picked up his coat and was about to go out, he heard the sound of cars stopping outside.
The footsteps were hurried, the door opened from the outside, the young man came in with something, and when he saw the coat he was carrying, he asked in surprise: "You have something urgent to go out?!"
"You haven't answered the phone." Zong Que looked at the thing he was carrying, and his eyes narrowed slightly.
"Always on the road." Sagaku took the door with a sigh of relief, showed the cake box and smiled, "Que Bao, happy birthday." The
box was tied with a ribbon, it looked big and beautiful, Zong Que looked at the smile on his face, and said without looking good: "Thank you."
"Huh? Don't you like cake? Sagaku didn't see surprise in his face.
"Have you had dinner?" Zong Que hung his coat back and put down the things in the middle of the coffee table.
"Vaguely took two bites and waited for your birthday cake in the evening." Sagaku put the cake on it and looked at the young man's expression, "Really angry? Don't be angry, this is not to surprise you.
"Nope." Zong Que sat down on the sofa and untied the cake strap.
The six-inch cake was exposed, although it was not large, but it was full of flowers, and a small person was placed, and he wished him a happy eighteenth birthday with jam written on it.
"The cake was ordered a long time ago, and I was afraid that it would deform too quickly, so it opened a little slower." Sagaku took off his coat, sat next to him and opened the candles, "I'm eighteen years old, so I'm going to stick eighteen candles."
"Hmm." Zong Que replied.
Xiangle put in the candles one by one, counted the number and smiled: "I originally said to make you a big meal at night, but you eat less at night, so it's better to do it at noon, but I tried my best to hide, why aren't you surprised?"
"It was a pleasant surprise." Zong Que didn't take his birthday too seriously, he was just worried that something would happen to him.
There is no birthday habit in the village, they go all the way, when they have no money, they boil two more eggs, and if they have more money, they will make a few good dishes even if they have a birthday.
"Where did the crabs go?" Zong Que asked.
"That's really for my mother." Sagaku looked at him and said, "If you want to eat, I'll make it for you at any time."
"No thanks." Zong Que lit a match and lit the eighteen candles on it one by one.
"Wait a minute, I'll turn off the lights." Sagaku got up and smiled.
His figure left, and the box behind him was revealed, and it was written in a foreign language, which was a very good foreign camera.
The overhead lamp was turned off, and the young man sat next to him, with a warm smile in his eyes under the light of the candle fire: "This is to make a wish first, and then blow out all the candles in one go, so that the wish can be fulfilled."
"Tricks to children." Zong Que said.
This method has become popular recently, and it does not work to pray to God and worship Buddha in China, and it is even more useless to rely on this small birthday cake.
"Who said that, how do you know if you don't allow it?" Xiangle looked at the young man sitting in front of the candle flame and said, their children are too calm and reasonable, "Or you can promise whatever you want, and I will help you achieve it."
"Anything?" Zong Que looked at him and said.
The young man's eyes under the candle light were a little dark, making Xiang Le inexplicably think of the night on vacation, and his heart tightened for a moment, but he saw that the young man turned his eyes to look at the jumping candle flame.
His appearance is between youth and maturity, obviously he should be at the age of relaxed self, but he seems to have been self-disciplined, carrying things that should not be his age.
Sagaku wanted to make him happy: "Of course, but if you want any research results, it is beyond my ability."
"That one has nothing to do with wishes." Zong Que said.
Wishes are uncertain whether they can be fulfilled and cannot be achieved by their own strength alone.
The candle flame has already burned, dripping a little wax, and if it is not blown out, it will extinguish itself, and the time never waits.
Zong Que took a deep breath and held the hand of the person next to him as he blew out all the candles.
The room fell into darkness for a moment, and the figure of Xiangle who wanted to get up paused, and there was a flash of tension and dazedness when he noticed the strength and temperature of the hand that was tightly clasped: "Que Bao, how..."
His words did not finish, and the person had already been taken into each other's arms and hugged tightly.
"What's wrong?" Feeling the buckled waist, Sagaku gently patted his shoulder and soothed, "What happened?" Am I coming back late?
"Aboku." Zong Que clasped the back of his neck and called his name.
His voice was very deep, as if he was hiding something, Xiangle's heart trembled slightly, and his words were very soft: "What's wrong..."
He suddenly felt a little scared.
"I like you."
Zong Que clasped the back of his neck, preventing him from retreating, he could feel the youth's dazed and helpless, he always stayed in his comfort zone, he did not take that step, the other party always stayed in place.
Restraint, patience, love... The constant accumulation of emotions is like a weight constantly applied on the scales, one by one, even if reason is constantly pressurizing, but it accumulates too fast, it will lose balance.
He is very uncomfortable, uncomfortable, they have been together for a thousand years, but he does not even have the qualifications to possess him, he must watch others easily intervene in their lives, and he must also accept that others find him the other half of his life in the name of kindness, and he is in a dilemma.
This person is harmless, but this soul is not, he plays his feelings between the palms, this game, he loses.
If such emotions accumulate again, he does not know what he will do, and before reason can control it, he can only choose the gentlest way to inform his mind.
I like you.
This answer was clear and clear, and when it sounded in Xiangle's ears, it made his heart blank for a moment.
Like?! What is the meaning?!
"Anything, can I ask for you?" Zong Que opened him lightly, held his cheek and asked.
With his breathing close at hand, Xiang Le could faintly see his eyes, but his heart was in chaos: "The two of us are men... It's not right for us to do this... We..."
Yes, this is not right, it is not right for two men to be together, if it is known, his future will be ruined, and he will be abused and criticized by everyone.
"We can't do this, you can't like me..." said Xiangle upside down, his thoughts were very confused, but he knew that two men could not be together, "If others know that you like men, your future will be ruined!" No matter how much you achieve, no one cares. The
power of gossip is terrifying, and it can even make a person unable to get up for a lifetime.
His Que Bao has a bright future, and the fact that he has worked hard for so long is enough to ruin all his efforts.
"You care about this?" Zong Que listened to his words and asked in a deep voice.
"I..." Sagaku's breathing trembled a little, "You don't understand..."
"I understand." Zong Que clasped the back of his neck.
He understood that feelings had added weight to the weight, and the man's reaction was enough to disintegrate his sanity.
Not liking a person should be resistant, disgusting, and eager to avoid it, rather than worrying about his future when he hears that he likes him, only worrying about his future.
"So..." A's words came to an abrupt end, and a strange and soft touch was pasted on his lips.
His eyes widened, but he was clasped by the other party's hand on the back of his neck, and his breathing was staggered, making his heart tremble.
The kiss was so light that Zong Que could feel his stunned and momentary rejection, clasping his waist.
Sagaku gently pushed his shoulder, only to find that he had a lot of strength, and this kiss could not be avoided...