Chapter 7

Fortunately, the food came up quickly, Mu Yao did not like to talk at dinner, and Jian Ming also practiced food without words, the atmosphere instead relaxed. The two have not met many times, and every time they are in a sorry state, so Mu Yao always feels constrained. Lunch was eaten late, and in no time there was a feeling of fullness, Mu Yao put down her knife and fork and took a sip of tea, "I'm done eating, Mr. Jian eat slowly."

 "You're full from this little bit? No wonder you're thin, try to eat as much as you can, look at the lack of blood on your face." Jian Ming disapproved.

 "I'm used to it, I ate something in the afternoon."

 "Well, then wait for me for a while." After a while after eating, Jian Ming called the waiter to pay the bill and asked Mu Yao while eating fruit, "Where do you want to go later?"

 "Uh ... don't know." Is this considered a date? Mu Yao was too nervous to look at the man across from her, stuffing fruit into her mouth one by one. Strictly speaking, this was considered Mu Yao's first love, none of his past experiences involved feelings, he was almost a blank sheet of paper in this regard, if the person he was dating was a classmate or a friend, with a similar age and environment, he probably wouldn't have had those feelings of obstacles that had repeatedly held him back, but he knew almost nothing about Jian Ming, and was becoming more and more passive.

 "What do you usually do besides school and work?"

 "Not much to do, not a lot of time to begin with, only a little free in the summer."

 "No hobbies?"

 "Reading books, listening to music, going to bars, that's pretty much it."

 "Bubble bar?" Jian Ming laughed, "Or forget it."

 "Why?" Mu Yao wondered.

 "No reason, let's go." Jian Ming stood up and waited for him.

 From the restaurant out to walk back to get the car, here is the downtown area, At 9 o'clock on the road are still a lot of people shopping, carrying shopping bags in twos and threes. Street lights are as bright as day, Mu Yao looked at the side of the man a head taller than him, one hand into his pants pockets, one hand down a small swing he is not much to talk about the people, but Mu Yao felt that this moment feels good and peaceful, even if it has always been this way to go on, will not be boring.

 Unfortunately, they soon reached the parking lot, "Are you tired?" Jian Ming inclined her head to look at him.

 "Not tired."

 "It's also quite late, why don't we go around Silver Lake?"

 "Sure." Silver Lake is a reservoir with a nice view, Mu Yao had been there twice when he first came to B City, it's not far from here. It doesn't matter where he goes, as long as Jian Ming is there, even the best scenery takes a back seat, but of course, he won't say that.

 The Silver Lake Reservoir at night is quiet and cool, and along the way, he occasionally encounters people who come for a walk at night, Jane Ming parks the car on the dam: "Go down and walk."

 The two of them slowly walked along the dam, when a couple came by, smiling lowly and saying something. Mu Yao realized that it was really rare to see two men like them strolling along the long embankment at night.

 "What's on your mind?" Jian Ming looked at him with a smile.

 "Up ahead," Mu Yao said busily, "Look at those two old men, still fl阴g kites so late at night."

 "Yeah, what a free spirit. I loved fl阴g kites when I was a kid too, I made them all by myself back then." Jian Ming asked, "Have you ever made a kite?"

 "No. I bought it to play with and didn't play with it for a while before Zhang Mei snatched it away." Mu Yao thought of Zhang Mei's brashness as a child herself and felt funny.

 "Ha, Zhang Mei, isn't that my cousin's daughter?"

 "Yeah, I didn't realize you guys are related." Mu Yao looked at him askance, "She was very powerful when she was young and often fought with me."

 "Is that so? Last time I saw her she was nice to you." Jian Ming looked over with a smile.

 "Uh, everyone is older now, of course, it's impossible to be like when you were a kid." Mu Yao said evasively, Zhang Mei hadn't spoken to him since that day, completely disappointed, right, can't even be friends, "Is Mr. Jian a local?"

 "Yes, my family used to be in this neighborhood." Jian Ming pointed to the residential area below the hill where the lights were flickering, "Often came here in the morning for a morning jog, back then there wasn't such a high guardrail to go down and fish for fish."

 "Huh, there are people down there right now." Mu Yao saw two people sitting on the steps not far from the waterfront.

 "Maybe the barbed wire fence in front of them was strung open, I heard that there's a spring on the side of the mountain on that side, and people often cross through here to catch spring water for tea. Want to go take a look?" Jian Ming asked him.

 "Sure." Mu Yao said happily.

 After looking around the mountain for a while, an inconspicuous hole was cut in the barbed wire fence, only enough for one person to pass through, Mu Yao just wanted to go through, but Jian Ming pulled him back, "Wait, I'll go through first." Sa阴g this, he bent down and slowly went through, calling back to Mu Yao, "Come on."

 Mu Yao looked at him askance and just laughed, Jian Ming said, "What's wrong, what are you laughing at?"

 "Think it's funny that you're wearing a suit and drilling holes." Mu Yao laughed more and more restrainedly, and at this moment suddenly felt that the distance between the two of them had drawn closer.

 "Come over here you." Jian Ming felt funny himself, never having done such a self-destructive thing.

 Mu Yao carefully drilled his way over, the location was often switched because the hole cut would soon be sealed by the administrator, and the wire fence side was overgrown with weeds and no path. Jian Ming naturally took his hand and led him in front. It was only a few minutes later that they reached the lake, and the two of them found a clean step and sat down, neither of them saying anything. The water is quiet, and occasionally some frogs are not willing to loneliness "Coo coo" calls twice, the sky is clear and eerie black, with only a thin piece of the upper string moon affixed to the clouds, like a piece of elegant white shells.

 "Want some chocolate?" Jian Ming asked Mu Yao as he let go of his hand and reached into his pocket to take out a piece of white chocolate.

 Mu Yao laughed out loud, "You love candy?"

 Jane Ming also laughed: "Of course not, today out past the reception room, those little girls are eating, were embarrassed to see me, and asked me if I wanted to," Jane Ming looked at him: "Thinking that you don't know if you love to eat, just bring a piece. Want to eat?"

 "To." Originally he was thinking of him, Mu Yao's heart a burst of sour soft, the happiness of being cared for so beautifully.

 Jian Ming tore open the bag, argued a piece, and handed it to Mu Yao's mouth, Mu Yao hesitated for a moment, opened his mouth, and held it, his lips touched Jian Ming's fingertips which were slightly cooler in the night breeze, and he felt that the touch was as hot as candle wax, and it could make his lips melt away immediately. Jane Ming watched him finish, broke off another piece, and handed it over, and before he knew it, the entire slab of chocolate was eaten.

 "It's delicious?" Jian Ming looked down at him, deep bottomless black eyes with a promising smile, half of his face covered in shadow, seductively handsome.

 "Well ..." Mu Yao reddened his face, fortunately, the night was dark, should not be able to distinguish the color he did not remember the taste of chocolate, only the touch of Jane Ming's slightly light smoky fingertips across the corner of his lips was exceptionally clear.

 Not far from the side of the two people, stood up looks to go, the girl bent down to pick up a stone, giggling to the center of the lake thrown, the boy in the back of her waist, bowed his head in her ear and said something, the girl again giggled, the white train in the night wind flared, bloomed such as rosebud petals, covered the boy behind him, the two were half dragged, half snuggle, laughing and joking close to the embankment. The unbridled sweetness of those in love swept over them.

 "Let's go too, is your school gated?" Mu Yao was out of his mind, and Jian Ming looked at the time, it was nearly eleven o'clock.

 "Vacation management is a little looser." Mu Yao stood up, time flies so fast, teaching people not to give up.

 Jian Ming smiled, "Do you want to throw a rock too, to say goodbye to the fish in the lake?"

 Mu Yao glanced at him and snapped, "How could I be so childish." After saying that, she smiled again, "Speaking of which, in the past, when I had nothing to play with, I used to play with the neighbor kids in the pond with a tile and float in the water." Mu Yao said happily, pulling at Jian Ming's cuff: "Have you ever played? My tiles floated the farthest every time."

 "I haven't played, I can't see the tiles here." Jian Ming looked at the boy next to him with rare pure joy, his brows and eyes quietly curved up, spreading a smile, revealing a mouthful of fine, flush white teeth.

 Mu Yao frowned down and smiled, "Also."

 Jane Ming holds up his hand, along the original road back, the night is deep down, knee-length grass fell dew, walked not after half a moment, pants have been dense tide. Mu Yao looked back, the silent lake also caged layer of thin white smoke. The moonlight sprinkled on the broad shoulders of the man in front of him, such as the real as the illusion of tenderness.

 There is a dirt slope in front of him, Jian Ming crosses up, turns back, and holds his upper arm with his other hand, gently bringing him up, Mu Yao suddenly feels shy and mumbles, "No need to be so careful, I'm not a girl."

 Jian Ming smiled and remained the same. Mu Yao slightly drooped his head and clenched his wide hand, a smile could not hide from the corners of his mouth leak he liked him still the same.

 The car along the lakeshore disk rang and down, the cool wind softly poured into the car window, came to the residential area flashing lights, one by one gradually extinguished, and the car flowed in the melodious music. Jane Ming probed the backseat pulled out a mineral water and handed it to Mu Yao, who unscrewed the cap and drank a few mouthfuls and was about to put the cap back on when Jane Ming took it over and drank half of it from the mouth of the bottle before casually stuffing it back to Mu Yao. Mu Yao was stunned to hold the scalding bottle, glancing at the man driving beside him, unmoving and focused. Only he, his cheeks lit up a blaze, in the wind can not be extinguished rolling hot.

 11 o'clock, only to the door of the Finance College, all the way down did not talk, but full of joy and delight. The car was parked in the shade of the trees, Jianming care of the boy who was blowing messy hair: "Go back."

 "Well ..." Mu Yao opened the car door toward the campus, a few steps later, only to find that the hot mineral water bottle, still being his baby clutched in the palm of his hand, was a moment of embarrassment. Tight walk a few steps back to look at the dark and heavy car windows, only the man's shirt collar with a wisp of bright white, he also ... is like himself, right? Mu Yao walked backward a few steps, turned, and ran up, near the turn, reached out to the dark car in the distance and waved a wave, the man as if he saw, the car quietly slipped through the school gate to drive away.

 The holiday dormitory is exceptionally quiet, the aisle is very silent, and I do not know when we can see each other again. Mu Yao slowed down the pace, has been only him to find him, he... dare not? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. Or can't he? In front of him, he is always that low, that low ...

 The cell phone in the pants pocket text message vibration, Mu Yao back to God, take out to open the flip cover: good night small Yao. Rest early, pick you up from work tomorrow. Jen.

 At that moment, the heart and soul vibrations were difficult to express, hot eyes seeped out fine beads of sweat, Mu Yao stroked the turn dark cell phone screen, one by one, just like that person's warm hands.