The rainy night is humid and long.
Films that are neither wonderful nor ugly are shown in the distant cinema. From time to time, the crisp sound of the audience eating popcorn sounds in the dim shadow hall, but the golden seat in the center is empty for a long time.
The two-person movie tickets bought in advance were left in the pocket of clothes, and the opening time passed silently.
The options originally mentioned were not used. The game console and the big screen at home were dark. The living room was deserted and dark, and only one room was lit.
Because there is something more suitable to do at this moment.
In the transparent vase beside the bed in the master bedroom, the newly put roses in the morning are in full bloom.
The deep curtains cut off the rain curtain outside the house, but the room was also hot.
Under the dim yellow light, Chi Xueyan vaguely saw the familiar velvet box held in the palm of her lover.
That's the third detail of love.
And this time, he no longer asked knowingly.
He was dizzy. In a short break, he only vaguely remembered that before going out in the morning, he seemed to have forgotten something.
Due to the needs of work, he is used to not wearing a ring at work. Even if today is a special day, he can't change his inertia for a while.
He Qiao didn't remind him.
It's probably on purpose.
Even if Chi Xueyan remembers it himself, he probably won't find it in the usual place.
He watched the velvet box be opened, and the inside was no longer the original pair of simple and plain rings.
It's the wedding rings that were once worn for each other at the wedding.
The delicate ring has some slight edges, like the shape of a bridge.
There are no guests cheering and applauding tonight, and there is no ring pillow embroidered with roses. Only a lover who has been married for a year seems to have just met.
He Qiao lowered his eyebrows and gently pushed the cold ring into his ring finger.
Re-exchange the wedding ring.
A wedding ring with true love.
Chi Xueyan also learned from the other party's movements, put on a ring for him, and reminded him with a straight face: "Don't kiss me again."
He is almost deficient in oxygen.
But I didn't hear that sound, which is always gentle and tolerant.
The wet gaze makes the serious tone very unconvincing.
The next second, the fine kiss fell on the fragile neck, over the collar of the shirt that had been untied at some point, making the fair skin gradually dyed rose.
Chi Xueyan wants to beat him again.
It's just that the fingertips are soft, and the consciousness that has just returned to the cage is swallowed up by the sea again.
There was also an unreasonable request to take advantage of the danger.
"Don't go out this weekend."
Chi Xueyan had no strength to object and thought in a daze. Anyway, there is a typhoon passing through the border. For safety, it's better to stay at home and wait until next week.
As a result, his thoughts seemed to be seen through by a man who knew him very well.
"You can't go after the typhoon, and you can't see him again."
Chi Xueyan felt that this request was very unreasonable, not like He Qiao, who is usually very reasonable.
He tried to refute, "You know that we are friends and have no special relationship. We just had a blind date..."
"We also have a blind date. This is a special relationship."
There was an unquestionable stubbornness in the slightly hoarse voice: "Later we got married."
Chi Xueyan glared at him and tried to push away the messy palm: "It's unreasonable."
The kiss fell beside his bright eyes.
In fact, there is not much real anger in the eyes covered with thin water mist.
"You can not agree." He Qiao said, "But I don't want you to go."
"What if I really don't agree?"
"Let's talk about it then."
The lover's breath turned over the neck and eyes, and gently kissed along the cheek to the lips.
What are we talking about at that time?
Chi Xueyan, who was completely hypoxic, soon forgot this.
After finally finding his breath, he had a new question to ask He Qiao.
"How many things have you hidden and not said?"
He Qiao does have a lot to ask him.
Those things he once thought about alone, the answer is either certain or uncertain.
He asked everything he had cared about but had never asked.
"Why do other people ask you that question after playing that song at the bachelor party?"
In the dark bar, after the end of a song, the shouts of the former classmates resounded everywhere, and the flowers were thrown to the most dazzling person on the stage.
Basser, do you want to fall in love?
"It was the orientation party of my sophomore year. As soon as the performance was over, a girl she didn't know came up to deliver flowers. She was so nervous that she couldn't speak. The classmates on the stage began to help her coax her."
While answering patiently, Chi Xueyan quietly pulled the pillow over, trying to artificially increase the safety distance.
"At that time, most people didn't know me and couldn't call my name, so they called me that."
He explained the origin of the shout in detail, but heard He Qiao ask about the whereabouts of the flowers.
"Have you received the bouquet of flowers?"
He almost didn't react: "Which bouquet of flowers?"
"A girl I don't know sent flowers on stage. You remember that she was very nervous."
Chi Xueyan wanted to scold him for being unreasonable again.
"I don't like girls, I never like them."
"So have you received it?"
"..."
Chi Xueyan felt the gaze falling from her body and thought for a second, angry with him: "I forgot."
He Qiao, who had been staring at him, stopped talking, and his eyes were deep.
Chi Xueyan immediately held the pillow in his arms in a defensive way.
The fair face was buried behind the soft feather pillow.
I don't want to lack oxygen anymore.
But he forgot that there are many ways to create the illusion of drowning.
The wide white shirt he was lent to wear gradually lost the constraints of the button, like a curtain blown by the spring breeze, loosely brushing the blooming roses by the window, flowing through the crimson petals and dark green calyx, and the light and shadow flowed into the clear water that soaked the roots.
Chi Xueyan soon lost his deliberately angry leisure.
In the surging enthusiasm, the newly put on wedding ring was particularly vivid to the touch, cool and hard.
In the overly strong sense, he had to surrender and replied intermittently, "I didn't take it... I gave it back to her. I didn't touch the bouquet of flowers."
The person who looked down at him was still dressed decently. The neckline of the same high-end shirt was buttoned at the first button, and even the tie had not been removed.
He Qiao is more suitable to wear this style of shirt than him.
It's just that Chi Xueyan doesn't want to think about it now.
The tide and the words swept him together.
"When did you start to find that you don't like girls?"
"I forgot..." The person who was completely distracted muttered, "I really forgot."
The physiological tears slid into the beautiful hair, leaving wet marks on the pillow.
Subconsciously, he knew the reason why the other party cared, so he instinctively added softly, "It's not because I'm interested in others. I've never liked other people."
Gradually, he felt tired of talking now. He frowned and resisted, "...I don't want to answer any more questions, He Qiao."
The kiss that fell again gently pecked the tears on the cheek.
"Okay."
He Qiao stopped asking.
He began to make a statement that did not need to be answered.
"The prenuptial agreement will be invalidated, and then you will have a lot of documents to sign."
He doesn't want to be independent with clear property.
He wants to write each other's names together.
Then there is another relationship that will continue to grow and entangle, and separation will become a more troublesome thing.
"Next year's birthday is Valentine's Day."
I don't want to live a private life that doesn't interfere with each other.
He wants a Valentine's Day with only each other.
Then it's the next Valentine's Day, and then the next... Every birthday that the other party has arranged alone.
In the statement that did not need to be answered, Chi Xueyan was surrounded by breathing and sound, her clear eyes became thick and incupous, and her slender fingers grabbed the sheets under her body uncontrollably.
The fireworks that suddenly bloomed took away all his consciousness.
Until I gradually recovered my peace in the warm embrace of my lover.
When the man who used to be wanton came to his senses, he did not refuse every word he had just said.
The broken hair in front of his forehead was wet with fine sweat, but it only showed a lazy look, like an unpredictable wind.
He Qiao hugged him and asked in a low voice, "What are you thinking about?"
The person in his arms said in a normal tone, "I'm thinking about divorce."
He held his arm and suddenly tightened.
He Qiao knew that Chi Xueyan always said amazing words, and he also knew that it shouldn't mean that.
But in front of these two words, he can't be rational and calm.
"Chi Xueyan, I love you."
He finally said this sentence to him for the first time.
With the instinct that does not need the attraction of consciousness.
The person in his arms laughed and gently climbed his neckline with his fingers: "I love you too. Don't look at me like that."
"I don't want to divorce you, I just want to get the marriage certificate."
The marriage certificate was stamped with a steel seal 365 days ago, one for each person.
"Can I change the photo directly? The photo of the marriage certificate on the blue background really seems to be a little regretful.
It was not until this moment that Chi Xueyan understood why the father, who saw the marriage certificate at that time, would regretfully talk about the background of the photo.
ââHow can the photo of the marriage certificate be blue background? It should be the red color that he and his beloved wife had when they got married.
The strongest red that contrasts with marriage.
Love is to make people care about such small details.
Scattered everywhere in life, trivial but unforgettable care.
In his light tone, He Qiao finally regained his breath.
"But then you can't have red hair."
He still remembers the reason for changing the background color at that time.
Chi Xueyan remembered it with hinds and frowned in some annoyance. For a moment, she didn't think of a good solution.
"... Never mind, let's talk about it next time."
He deliberately climbed up his messy fingertips, skillfully loosening the bow tie he had made before going out that morning, and untying the button at the top of his shirt, freeing the tight bondage of his lover who was close at hand.
Unconsciously, he became not decent enough, and he was upset for a long time when he saw this overly decent tie.
In the more bone-bond mingling, Chi Xueyan drew the other party's eyebrows with his eyes that were lost again, trying not to make the question thrown back look too broken.
"What are you thinking about?"
"Thinking about Valentine's Day." He Qiao's voice was so low that it was almost impossible to hear, "You and you."
In the already falling night, the blooming roses suddenly trembled slightly, and the crimson petals fell silently to the edge of the bed.
The sound of rain outside the window is still the same, drawing a never-ending end for the night.
Time turned into a bubble, and the fish tail decided to swim towards the coral; the butterfly flew over the storm, and the strangers met on the street corner; the bridge crossed the ocean, and the land finally reunited with the island.
In the long and endless journey, roses secretly love the dusk, cactus kiss ice cream, maple leaves miss autumn, and Christmas trees are waiting for Valentine's Day.
And I love you.
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