"Hahaha, you go first..."

The girls giggled, and suddenly saw the man leaning against the wall around the corner, and were so scared that they were suddenly stunned.

The laughter came to an abrupt end.

The few people didn't know if the person involved heard it, and their faces changed drastically. Duan Zhuo vomited a mouthful of cigarettes, raised his eyelids and met their eyes, and seemed to be smiling:

"Why, do you want to hook me up?"

His words seemed to have a different meaning. Several girls shut their mouths and didn't dare to speak out for a while.

Duan Zhuo stood up straight, twisted the cigarette butts on the trash can next to him. When he turned around and left, he looked at them with a cold eyes.

"Then you guys are my garbage recycling bins, and you can collect all kinds of garbage?"-

Duan Zhuo walked back to the private room and when he arrived at the door, Zhuge Yu happened to come out.

When Zhuge Yu saw him, he put his shoulder on his shoulder, "Have you finished smoking?"

"Um."

"After the sucking, my face still smells so bad?"

Duan Zhuo sneered: "I met a few idiots."

"……ah?"

Zhuge Yu didn't ask much, "Go to meet a friend with me. Lao Zhang said he was here tonight, so I'll talk to him for a while."

"Will Sima accompany you?"

"Hey, chatting inside."

The two walked downstairs, their vision was dim, Duan Zhuo glanced casually, and a girl with long hair in a white sweater appeared in her vision.

As soon as he stopped, his brows locked up and he quickly followed.

The girl just glanced at her face, and Duan Zhuo saw her face clearly and found that it was not Zhimian.

His eyes darkened until Zhuge Yu patted his shoulder: "What's wrong? What did you see?"

Duan Zhuo lowered his eyelashes and said self-deprecatingly: "No, I admit my mistake."

He was crazy and would always think of her.

The two walked to another private room, and it was bustling.

Seeing Zhuge Yu and Duan Zhuo, several men sitting in the center got up to greet them, and Duan Zhuo and the others were welcomed to the center.

Zhuge Yu was chatting with them, Duan Zhuo was drinking quietly, and heard a boy ordering a love song for his girlfriend next to him, which was Zhao Yanqing's "Fortunate"-

I like to kiss you gently in my arms-

Feel your soft hair quietly-

I am lucky to love you, and I will come for you for the rest of my life-

I am lucky to have a fate and I want to watch the sea of ​​flowers with you-

Fortunately, this dialogue has never changed for a long time-

As long as you are here, I will look forward to it for three lifetimes

As he listened, Zhimian's face suddenly appeared in his mind.

He suddenly remembered four years ago.

Zhimian confessed to him that day.

That day was the girl's 18th birthday. A few days before her birthday, she tentatively asked him if he was free that day. He guessed it and deliberately lied to her to say that she wanted to attend class.

Zhimian thought he had forgotten it, so angry that he didn't pay much attention to him for several days.

It was Friday on his birthday. When he appeared at the school gate in the evening, the girl was shocked and threw herself into his arms happily.

That night, Zhimian took him to have dinner with his friends. Because it was his 18th birthday, Duan Zhuo allowed her to drink for the first time.

Later, Zhimian said shyly that it was because he had the courage to confess after drinking.

It was already very late when I got home that night.

Zhimian sat on the sofa in the living room. Duan Zhuo poured a glass of water, sat down on the coffee table opposite her, and handed her the water, "Do you feel dizzy?"

"Not dizzy."

She drank water, and he suddenly asked with a smile: "Child, do you want a birthday gift?"

Zhimian stopped, "Gift?"

He took out a jewelry box from his pocket, rubbed her head, and his voice was low and affectionate: "Happy adulthood, my little girl."

Zhimian opened it and saw the necklace inside, his eyes lit up: "So beautiful..."

He helped her put on the necklace, Zhimian lowered his head and rubbed it, bent the corner of his lips, and was about to say something, suddenly his cell phone rang.

The top of the head shows a female classmate of his college.

He picked it up casually, stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. He didn't remember what he said, but only remembered hanging up the phone, and turned around and saw the girl standing behind him.

"What's wrong?"

"Is the one who called you... that sister named Yi Qiu?"

"Um."

Zhimian lowered his eyes and moved his lips, as if he had been brewing for a long time: "Do you like her?"

Duan Zhuo looked at Zhimian and had already noticed the meaning of her words. He asked indifferently: "What are you asking about this?"

The girl lowered her head and spoke in a quiet voice after a few seconds:

"If you like her, I will not like you anymore."

Duan Zhuo's heart beat hard and he still asked in a low voice: "What kind of like are you talking about?"

Zhimian looked up and met his eyes without fear: "It's... the kind of like you think."

Duan Zhuo's eyes became darker, but he didn't expect that it was the girl who first pierced the ambiguous and blurry window paper.

His voice was hoarse, "Zhimian... do you know what you are talking about?"

The girl's eyes were so close that she flickered, "Duan Zhuo, I never regarded you as my brother."

"I like you, I like you very much."

He looked at her, and the Adam's apple slid.

She walked up to him, slowly tiptoed, and gently kissed his lips.

The girl's sweet breath, with a faint smell of wine, and her immature appearance knocked heavily in his heart.

A few seconds later, she seemed to see him indifferent. The light and shadow in her eyes were dim. She was about to retreat, but he suddenly turned against him, raised his hand and grabbed the back of her head, took her into her arms, and laughed softly:

"Kid, kissing is more than that."

"What……"

In a daze, he raised her face and kissed her again.

Unlike her dragonfly, he hugged her waist and was charmingly entangled with her breath.

When he stopped, Zhimian was dizzy, "Duan Zhuo, are you drunk..."

Whenever Duan Zhuo thinks of that night, he can't imagine how courage it takes for Zhimian, who has always been shy, to say that he likes him so firmly.

She took the initiative to approach him and entered his world, just like the spring rain, silently becoming a touch of his time.

He naturally thought that that year, he pulled her out of hell, and she would never be able to live without him in this life.

However, reality slapped him in the face.
Chapter completed!