25 hour

Chapter 15 Ch15 Tension

Before the first ray of sunlight reached the sofa in the morning, Qin Zheng had some dreams.

He didn't sleep deeply, and was about to wake up. In the process of gradually recovering main consciousness and subconscious mind fighting for control, he could probably realize that he was dreaming, so it was relatively easier to control the dream.

In the dream, Qin Zheng was sitting at the bar at midnight, swaying the whiskey in the square glass, raising his eyelids, turning his head to look at the long-haired man who sat next to him two minutes ago—he vaguely remembered, when the sun set Before, this person borrowed a zippo from himself on the side of the deserted driveway, and then put it in his pocket, with no intention of returning it to him at all.

And this man, who justifiably borrowed him and never returned the fire, is flirting with the handsome white bartender at the moment.

West Coast motels, bright lights.

It must have been terrible to spend the night here.

Qin Zheng's imagination is poor, and his creativity in dreams has always been insufficient. The picture in front of him is probably a reappearance of the past, but the owner of the dream is obviously more active than before.

Just sit with your chin propped on the side of the main console of the dream and press the slow-release switch, the density of the air will suddenly become thicker, the wine in the glass will slowly shake to give a silky texture, and the people who are rubbing each other's ears will chuckle and look for each other's love with their lips. Breathing, the free fundus failed to show the slightest real affection in the frame-by-frame slow playback.

Qin Zheng can't quite remember what he was thinking at the very beginning, when he faced the scene in front of him for the first time.

Is he thinking that this guy who appeared out of nowhere is rude and weird, or is he thinking about the poor quality of the drink in his glass, or is he thinking about how windy it is outside the door tonight, but he is only wearing a shirt, whether it is cold or not.

It's a bit difficult to judge, because Qin Zheng can probably realize that he knows this person outside of the dream—maybe he has known this person for a long time, and it is very easy to be influenced by the result of getting along with him in reality...

choice?

Alright, the idea of ​​"wanting to grab this man's wrist and pull him out of this space where even pressing the keys of a piano is like playing cotton" that came out of my mind just now is definitely because they didn't think about it when they first met. appeared in the mind.

The delicate and indistinguishable face turned back to Qin Zheng's direction.

The guy in front of him was released from the slow-motion seal.

Qin Zheng watched blankly as he magically took out the zippo he threw to him in the afternoon, lit up with a smile, then lazily stretched out a hand to himself, the knuckles were as long as jade.

"Another cigarette?"

The man who switched back to Chinese proficiently tilted his head, his ebony-like long hair fell down and was slightly curly. It is the hair quality that those domestic ladies want to have most after spending a lot of money.

Qin Zheng didn't say anything. He took out a cigarette case from his pocket and put it on the bar without moving.

He counted down to five four three two one boringly in his mind, and when he reached two, the man leaned over to pick up the cigarette case and put his head close to his ear.

"If possible, I would like to borrow a seed." The man said with a smile.

Experienced one-night stand player.

Qin Zheng tilted his head slightly, and his alcohol-smelling lips almost touched the other's lips.

"I don't fuck men," he said.

The man blinked and said politely, "It's okay, I can fuck you."

Qin Zheng looked at him for a while, narrowed his eyes, and suddenly laughed.

This smile is probably not quite the same as the re-enacted past.

Qin Zheng's smile at the moment is less sarcasm, more like he really thinks the scene in front of him is a bit amusing, and he can even say that he really thinks that the idiot in front of him is confused because of his unreasonable smile , shedding off the skin of lust and temptation in an instant, and looking at herself with a confused face is very cute.

If it is possible to go back to the beginning through time and space, in another parallel time and space, this may be their first meeting.

Not the same details, the same uniform destination.

"what's your name?"

As in the past, Qin Zheng asked him.

"Shen Tom." The other party replied.

Shen thatch.

Qin Zheng.

Qin Zheng?

"Qin Zheng."

The sun danced on his eyelids from outside the window, but Qin Zheng didn't feel glaring when he opened his eyes, because someone took a step ahead and folded his hands to cover his eyes with a small "parasol" .

Qin Zheng flapped his eyelids calmly, and met Shen Teng's smile as if he came from a dream as he tilted his head from behind the umbrella.

"Are you awake?" Shen Ting asked.

"You seemed to be talking in your sleep just now, but I didn't catch it."

The long-haired man was squatting by the sofa, blinking his eyes like a fox. He didn't realize that he was acting like a fool when he raised his hands to cover the sun. What's up? I saw you smiling."

There are only two bedrooms upstairs. Although Shen Yuru's room has a double bed, Qin Zheng consciously stayed on the fabric sofa downstairs after applying to the owner last night.

He was tall, even with thick blankets and pillows under his body, he still couldn't sleep comfortably.But at this moment, crouching in the corner by the window on the first floor with another person, in the morning of Budapest wrapped in the rich aroma of bread, Qin Zheng suddenly felt a trace of peace that he had never experienced in the past 20 years.

"I don't remember," Qin Zheng said truthfully, "I forgot when I opened my eyes."

Scientific research has shown that people can only remember the content of dreams in a certain 10 minutes before waking up, and those fragments just now are unfortunately not lucky enough to remain in the memory hall of the second young master.

Shen Teng pursed his lips, and his tired palm came down and brushed Qin Zheng's eyelashes lightly - he wanted to take a picture of it, but this guy's eyelashes were too long, making his palms itchy.

The moment he realized that Shen Teng was about to take his hand away, Qin Zheng raised his hand and held his wrist again.

His eyes were covered with palms, and no one could see the expression in anyone's eyes, but Qin Zheng could tell that Shen Teng was smiling.

"What are you doing?" Shen Ting asked.

"The sun is too hot." Qin Zheng mentioned the original reason.

"Are you a vampire?" Shen Teng struggled twice to match his joke.

"Does it mean that once I take my hand away, you will be wiped out?"

"That's not true," Qin Zheng replied calmly, "It's just that my heart will be broken."

"..."

He let go of Shen Ma's hand, and saw the man helplessly leaning beside him with an embroidered pillow, his delicate eyebrows were slightly frowned, he looked confused and funny, and it made people feel a little familiar—did he meet him somewhere? Is this expression in a dream?

"I've never seen you say that before, has Budapest cursed you?"

Qin Zheng rolled over his wrist, absently plucked Shen Ma's long hair hanging down to his fingertips, and said calmly, "Why did you get up so early?"

Shen Teng sat up abruptly: "Almost forgot! I baked bread and came to ask you to eat!"

He moved too much, Qin Zheng's hair curled up on his fingers was pulled unexpectedly, and the pain caused him to immediately tilt his head again, ouch.This is really a crime, Qin Zheng quickly sat up from the sofa, and carefully helped Shen Teng untangle the tangled hair.

To be honest, the hairstyle Shen Yuru gave Qin Zheng yesterday was too much like a middle school student.

After a night of rubbing against the pillow, when he suddenly sat up, the back of the man's head and the top of his head were all messed up, especially the two strands of upturned hair, which set off the newly appeared black gemstone earring on the second young master's left ear. Childish up.

Shen Teng sat on the carpet, staring at Qin Zheng's rare boy-like face who had just woken up, and a strange, bubbling feeling gradually emerged in his heart.

"However, why did you suddenly think of baking bread?" Qin Zheng raised his eyebrows.

This kind of thing was done by him before or ordered takeaway directly.

Shen Teng stammered a little: "Didn't you say... you want a date?"

"..."

Qin Zheng blinked.

What a surprise, he suddenly felt that Shen Teng seemed to be really cramped.

It's also like, really, no serious dating at all.

"Is this a date?"

Shen Teng sighed helplessly.

"It can be counted."

Qin Zheng sat by the sofa, looked at Shen Teng who was looking up into his eyes, smiled and lowered his head and approached him and added: "If you are not so nervous."